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A/N: I hope this chapter is good for all of you still pruning about how late I was with that last chapter. Sorry!
-chapter nine-
Bulma groaned as she sat down on her bed in her cabin. They had a few minutes before they had to go to their first hour, and Bulma needed all the minutes she could get. 18 and Chichi sat down next to her.
"Ok, Bulma, explain yourself," Chichi demanded crossing her arms and looking intensely into Bulma's eyes.
Bulma sighed. "My foot and eye or my attitude?" Chichi smiled weakly. "Ok, I'll do both. First of all, Yamcha sort of beat me up, but I got him back."
Chichi gave her a strange look. "Was that when you weren't at breakfast?"
Bulma nodded. "And my foot smashed into the wall funny and he punched me in the eye. But I'm alright, really," she added at Chichi's expense. "I'll be fine. And for my attitude, I'm really sorry that I've been teasing you, and you 18, and I know I shouldn't because you guys don't tease me for…" She stopped abruptly.
For the first time that day, Chichi smiled broadly. "For what, Bulma? Liking someone? You don't like someone, do you?" 18 giggled and Bulma gave Chichi an exasperated look.
"Yeah, I get the point. But seriously, I'll try to be nicer to people and control my temper, ok?"
Chichi smiled again. "Thanks, Bulma. You know, I hate being mad at you. And we have to do something about that leg of yours. The eye looks terrible," here she received a dangerous glare from Bulma but ignored it, "but it'll go away in time. I think I have just the thing to make that ankle feel as good as new." She got up off the bed and began rummaging through her bag. In a few minutes, she stood up and walked over to Bulma with something in her hand. "Eat this. It'll taste like crap but it will work. Trust me." It was a tiny, tiny piece of what looked like a bean. Bulma quickly chewed and swallowed, making a sour face as her esophagus crammed the dry, sticky bean part down her throat.
"That was the grossest thing I have ever eaten," Bulma exclaimed but couldn't help smiling when she felt a wonderful, prickly sensation in her ankle, and the pain disappeared and it immediately went back to it's normal size. "Wow, that was awesome! Chi, did you make it?"
She shook her head. "No, I have a bush in my yard."
"C'mon, you guys. We have to be at our first class in," 18 glanced at her watch, "5 minutes. Let's go." Bulma walked around in a circle for a minute to test our her leg, and ran out the door to make it to their class in time.
"Hey, Krillin, here comes 18 and Chichi and," Goku nudged Vegeta in the arm, who only narrowed his eyes and pushed him away, "Bulma."
"Kakkarot, you are stupid and you're also lucky I'm in a good mood today," Vegeta said nonchalantly, but he still watch Bulma out of the corner of his eye come dancing to them with her friends. She seemed happy. What the…
"Bulma! What happened to your eye?!?" Goku exclaimed as she smiled at him.
"I got beat up."
"What?!?"
"I got beat up."
"How? Who? Hang on, start over. I'm confused."
Bulma laughed and sat down next to him in a chair. Chichi sat on the other side, and Vegeta sat next to Bulma. Krillin and 18 sat on Chichi's other side. "Ok, I wasn't at breakfast and Yamcha hit me with a rock and I went to go tell him off, only he smashed me into a wall. My foot was all swollen up but Chi fixed it and now I only have a black eye that hurts like hell."
Goku nodded. "Oh, but why did he smash you into the wall?"
Bulma shrugged. "I don't know. He says his girlfriend, Eva, told him to."
The whole while, Vegeta listened to this, amused. He restrained himself from laughing out loud when Yamcha walked up with a serious limp and a huge bruise on his forehead. She must have got him good.
Krillin must have been thinking the same thing because he exclaimed, "Woah, Bulma you really did a number on him! Look at him limp! Ha, serves him right."
Bulma was about to reply when the teacher at the front of the room tapped her pedestal loudly. "Listen up, children!" Everyone quieted down. "Ok, you are in flying instructions hour number one." A few people got up and left. "Ok, that should be everyone then. My name is Miss Kamari. I'll be your teacher for the remainder of the summer." She was medium height and skinny, with thin lined glasses and a nice smile. "You will enjoy my class if you simply follow directions and don't talk when me or any of your peers are talking. Understood? Good. This year we will be learning…" and she went on to explain how the class will learn the basics of flying and then move to harder things, like speed and special maneuvers. "Most of you in here have the ability to fly and don't even know it, and very few of you know how to fly, let alone fly quickly with out fault." 18 and Bulma glanced at each other with raised eyebrows. If this was true, all six of them were way ahead of the class. "I see…one…two of you with wings, so I suppose you both will be a bit ahead of everyone else, but bear with us here. Any questions? No? Alright, let's get started then."
She had them walk out onto the football sized field and stand there while she walked around, inspecting everyone and estimating their flying ability. First she would guess how well they flied, then ask the person to show her. People waiting were allowed to talk, but now very loud.
"This is going to be easy! We all fly!" Krillin said, shaking his head.
"We better have races," Vegeta said, cracking his knuckles and smirking. "I'll beat you all."
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "I don't think so."
"She is the fastest out of us girls," Chichi commented and 18 nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, well Vegeta is the fastest out of us boys," Krillin said back, feeding Vegeta's ego while Goku agreed too.
"Well just have to race sometime, then, won't we?" Vegeta said nastily.
"I guess so," Bulma shot back with venom.
"We aren't fighting, are we?" Miss Kamari walked up to Vegeta and poked him in the chest. She was a little taller then him minus the hair. "Straighten up, young man. Hm, you seem like a flyer, am I right?"
"The best in this whole camp," Vegeta answered, smirking. 18 rolled her eyes and Miss Kamari raised an eyebrow.
"Really? A little full of yourself, are we not? Well, we'll see soon enough." She moved on to Goku. "You also seem like a flyer. I except all of you three," she looked at Krillin too, "to have full grades in this class." She moved onto Chichi. "So, what's your specialty?"
"Potions, Miss."
Miss Kamari nodded. "I see. Ever flown?" Chichi nodded. "Good. You three girls are built for flying. You, with the wings, what's your name?"
"Bulma Briefs."
"Ah, the Briefs' girl. I was wondering when you were going to show up. Your wings seem to be in excellent shape. I can't wait to see you fly." And she moved on to some of the other kids.
"She's a little . . . I dunno, I guess she's ok, don't you think?" Chichi said, sitting down in the grass. Bulma and 18 joined her. They both nodded.
"I suppose so. This will be interesting watching all these other kids fly. Some of them look like they're scared to death. I know it's sort of not funny, but watching them will be . . . a unique experience."
Miss Kamari walked up to the front of the class and clapped her hands. "Alright kids, let's get going then. Ok, the first thing we are going to do is learn the basic position for take off. Can I have a volunteer? Of course, it'll be different for everyone, but there's a general idea . . . a volunteer . . . yes, you there . . . " Bulma recognized the volunteer as Carlos, the stout and round faced boy who was in her tournament group. He waddled to the front. "Alright, thank you, Carlos. You know how to fly, am I right?" He nodded firmly, but his cheeks were a bright red for some reason after looking at Bulma. He looked extremely nervous, and Bulma felt a surge of anger when she saw Yamcha and Eva whispering, laughing and pointing. She hoped he didn't make a fool of himself. He was a nice kid.
"Carlos, why don't you just fly around for a moment?" Miss Kamari asked, and he pushed off the ground heavily. He floated a little and hovered in a circle. He landed loudly and looked glad to be back on the ground. "Did you see that, kids? He had the perfect posture, good job, Carlos." Carlos beamed. He looked at Bulma, and she caught his gaze. She smiled and waved, and his face turned a deep red and he smiled shyly back.
"You know what, Bulma?" Krillin whispered to her, "I think that kid likes you."
Bulma turned to him. "What? No, I don't think -- "
"Look at him, just look! Every time he looks at you he gets all red. Bulma, if he doesn't like you, then I think he has some sort of fever because a face that red is not normal."
Bulma bit her lip and considered the possibilities. "Well, even if he did, I mean, I'm sure it's just a little crush."
Krillin laughed and shook his head. "Yeah right, if it's just a little crush, Vegeta hates you." Vegeta growled and Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Sorry guys, it was just a figure of speech," Krillin said quickly, but not without a trace of a smirk.
18 giggled. "You two are so stupid, Bulma," she said, smiling.
Chichi nodded in agreement. "Why don't you two just go out!?"
"Because we don't like each other!!!!" Both of them said spontaneously.
Goku burst out laughing. "They even think alike!"
"Shut up Goku!"
"Kakkarot, if you make one more comment, I swear you won't be able to move for a month . . . "
"Are you kids listening over there?" Miss Kamari had come over to see why they were all talking.
"Sorry, Miss Kamari. We'll listen now," Chichi said, giving the teacher her best smile. Miss Kamari raised an eyebrow, and shook her head. The rest of the class was spent with people smacking into each other and trees, with the exception of Krillin, 18, and the others. Vegeta floated on his back quietly. Goku came over to him and left Chichi to talk with Bulma on the other side of the field.
"Hey, Vegeta, you can't be serious about not liking her."
"Why not?"
"Because that would be lying, and you know it." Vegeta didn't say anything. "Come on, you ass!" Vegeta almost fell out of the sky.
"Did you just call me an ass?"
"Yes, I did. You are so stubborn! We all know you think she's hot and pretty and like her a lot, so why the heck don't you just go out with her?!?"
"Because, Kakkarot."
Goku made an exasperated noise. "Why? I'm not going to leave you alone until you answer me."
"Did that woman put you up to this?"
"No."
"Because . . . " Vegeta paused and looked around for someone to be listening. There was no one so he sighed. "What if she says no? What if . . . what if she doesn't want to go out with me? Have you thought of that?"
"Aw, come on Vegeta. I know she will. And besides, I get turned down all the time."
"I have pride! Being rejected would make me look undesirable! I am different then you!"
"No you aren't, Vegeta. Not entirely. You still have 'weak human emotions' just like me that need to be satisfied. Ask her out. I'll be you money she won't refuse. She thinks of you more then you know." And at that, Goku flew off to go see Chichi. For once, Vegeta was left at the thinking end of the conversation.
After a moment of very difficult decision, he made up his mind. He flew over to Bulma and quietly said, "Can I talk to you a minute?"
Bulma looked at him suspiciously. "Sure, what's up?"
"Alone?"
"Oh, um, alright. You guys, I'll be right back," she said to Chichi, Goku, Krillin, and 18. 18 and Chichi began to giggle, and Vegeta shot them murderous looks. They flew out of hearing range of anyone else.
"Woman, um . . . "
"What, Vegeta? Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"
"Will you . . . um . . ."
"What?! Class is almost over!"
"For Kami's sake Woman, chill out. Will you . . . will you go out with me?"
Aha! Done at last! Hehe, what will our little fairy say? You'll just have to wait and see! What fun this is . . .
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