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A/N: Ok, I royally screwed up. I accidentally put up chapter 16 instead of 13. Am I gay or what? Forgive me? You'll have to read 16 over again . . . I'm sorry!

- chapter thirteen -

What did he just say? Bulma stopped crying a little. "Vegeta, I'm sorry," she whispered. She heard him sigh next to her. To her great surprise, he draped an arm around her shoulders. There was a long pause.

After a while, Vegeta murmured, "Ok." Bulma felt like the whole world had been lifted off her shoulders. The half empty glass just became half full and she suddenly realized everything was going to be ok. Everything was going to be alright.

"Are you . . . you don't hate me anymore?" she said quietly, not looking up.

"No. I never . . . did. You just," Kami, this was hard. He loved her and all, but he couldn't just explain to her how much she had hurt him! What if she told someone? . . .

"I just what?"

"Never mind."

"Tell me," she said softly, looking up at him.

"You hurt me a lot. When I heard you say that . . . I just, I don't know. I just couldn't believe it. So, in my mind you hated me and there was nothing I could do about it. I thought you just didn't want to make me feel bad if you dumped me on the spot. I . . . I don't know."

"I should have never of said that, and I'm sorry. I . . . it's just so strange to me that I was so attracted to you so soon. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into when you asked me out and I just needed time to think it over."

"Oh."

"Is that all you're going to say?" She asked, but not in a mean tone.

"I can't just go spilling my guts to everyone."

"What are you afraid of?"

Vegeta looked at her suspiciously. "Nothing . . . "

"Did anyone ever tell you you're a bad liar?"

"No. But . . . you see, it took a lot for me to ask you out. That's showing emotion, something I don't do every day. When I came across your conversation, I heard all the things you said you were supposed to feel, and I thought that was what you did. You hit me down at my lowest point, and that made me think you didn't want . . . me."

There was a very awkward silence. Vegeta had just told Bulma how he felt, something very strange indeed. Now to Vegeta's surprise, Bulma leaned into his one armed embrace.

"There isn't anything you want to ask me, is there?" She said with a smile in her voice. Vegeta looked down at her with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't think so . . . " but he caught on. "Yes, actually there is. Would you like to go out with me?"

"Yes, very much thank you. And remind me to thank that teacher."

The bell for third hour rang just before they got back. When the class had left the beach, except for Chichi, 18, Goku and Krillin, Bulma walked happily out of the forest and up to Mr. M.

"Mr. M, sir?"

He turned around and smiled at Bulma.

"Yes, dear?"

"Thank you."

His smile widened. "You're very welcome. Any time."

"Bulma!" Chichi yelled and ran over to her friend, followed closely by 18. "What happened? Tell us -- "

"Everything," Bulma finished for her. She was no stranger to that line. "I will. But first, let's go to our next class."

"Actually, Bulma, our fourth hour isn't until 10:00 pm and it's only 4:30. The next thing is," 18 the schedule queen said, "getting ready for supper, which is at five. I don't know why they gave us a half an hour to get ready for just supper, but whatever. Let's walk back, and you can tell us what happened." She looped her arm in with Krillin's and grinned. Goku wrapped his arm around Chichi's shoulders, and Bulma and Vegeta shyly held hands. But when Krillin whistled, it was Bulma who shot him a make-another-sound-and-you're-dead look. He laughed.

Bulma explained what had happened in the woods with a few grunts and corrections from Vegeta. But she only briefly described Vegeta feelings with a short sentence that was "um . . . he didn't want me to not like him." She didn't know if he wanted her to tell them what he had actually said, so she didn't. "And that's pretty much what happened. Now we're officially a couple."

"Don't ever refer to us as a couple. We aren't Barbies or 85 years old."

Bulma giggled and 18 rolled her eyes. "Alright, Veggie."

"Another no. There will be no name calling, woman."

She looked up at him. "Hey, you call me woman, I'm calling you Veggie. I'm just kidding," she added after seeing the disgusted look on his face. "Veggie is too . . . not you."

The rest of the way was spent in silence. When they were to part ways, Chichi said to Goku, "Save us spots, will you? I know you three are aways first in line anyway."

"Kay, see ya in fifteen minutes."

"Why do they give us so much time to get ready for supper?" Chichi wondered aloud when they walked into their cabin.

"I don't know, but I'm not complaining. I'm changing out of my swim suit and . . . " 18 was going to say 'take a nap' but she didn't get that far. "Where's that one girl, Lanai?"

"I don't know! I remember she was in our cabin, but she hadn't slept in here except for once and she's not in any of our classes. And remember that other kid Goku had in his cabin? Matt, I think? Well hey, where are they?" Chichi walked over to the bunk and looked at the top. "Empty. I don't know why she ditched us, but I guess we can put our stuff up here now, since she's obviously not in our cabin anymore."

"I guess so . . . " 18 said, digging through her bag to find her clothes. "But I'm not putting my bags up there. It's too hard for me to reach them without flying up."

"Yeah, I won't either. I mean, what happens if she comes in here and we've moved in to her space? That would look real welcoming, wouldn't it?"

"Ok, sheesh, just a suggestion."

Come supper time, the three girls had changed into their regular clothes and had shown up a few minutes late for supper, just to see if the boys had saved them a spot.

"Chichi! 18! Bulma! Over here!" Goku and Krillin yelled across the room. Chichi waved and they began walking over to their boyfriends.

"So, I heard you two had a soap opera today in Mr. M's class, huh?"

Bulma froze. She turned around and met the unmistakable glare of Eva and Yamcha. Bulma got her wits about her and replied stiffly, "So you both finally got out of the bathroom together to make fun of me again, huh?"

Eva sneered. "Yeah, long enough to see you and that bastard make fools of yourself in front of everyone."

"You weren't even there!"

"I have connections. You aren't the only one who knows about technology. My friends just thought it was too good for only the memory, so I have it on tape." She waved a black video tape in Bulma's face. But before she could put it away, it became a melted blob. The acidic smell of burnt plastic hovered in the air. "Who the hell did that!?!" She screamed angrily dropping the hot melted goop in a sizzling pile on the floor.

"Oops, sorry . . . " Krillin gave Eva a scrutinizing look, "Um . . . what's your name again? You told me, but I need my brain for more important things then remembering your name and face. Sorry about that tape. My hand must've slipped." 18 and Chichi giggled, while Bulma shrugged.

"That's just too bad then, isn't it Eva? Well, I'll see you later. Oh, and don't forget to use pills." Bulma walked away to Vegeta while Eva's dangerous glare bored a hole through her back.

"Thanks, Krillin," Bulma said happily.

He shrugged. "No problem." (a/n: don't you just love him! I could kiss him . . . he's so sweet.)

"Oh hey, guys! The line is moving now! Quick come in front of us before someone complains . . . " The three girls cut in line.

Bulma stood in front of Vegeta, who nonchalantly pushed his way in front of her. She stared at his back with her hands on her hips. "Ladies first, right?" She mumbled in his ear.

"Since when? That's a little sexist, I think."

"Well I don't, now I'm your girlfriend so you better let me go in front of you, Mr."

"What authority does you being my girlfriend have?"

Bulma made a frustrated noise and smiled at the person behind her, then when Vegeta was moving in line, placed a well aimed kick to the back of the knees. His knees buckled and Bulma took the time to slid in front of him. "I don't think so."

"I do. Make one move and I won't talk to you for the rest of the week."

"If I move can you make that not talking to anyone for the rest of the week?"

Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "Yeah, very funny." She took a plate and smiled as the lunch lady put a big scoop of mash potatoes on her plate (a/n: yum ^ _ ^). "Haha, too late no -- " Vegeta quickly stepped in front of Bulma and held out his plate to the next lady.

"You aren't one of those Saiyan kids, are you?" Vegeta nodded. "Oh great." She gave him three huge scoops of turkey and gravy (another yum!). Bulma had a mind to push his plate into his face, but that wouldn't make her a good girlfriend, would it?

"Bulma, Vegeta, hurry up you guys!" There was a big gap between Vegeta and 18, who was ahead of him. Vegeta grabbed three times the normal amount of everything, while Bulma only filled one plate, which was a lot for her. She was hungry! She hadn't eaten anything all day long!

They went to sit down at the table, and Goku was already finished with his first plate and onto his second. "Goku, sweetie," Chichi said, "slow down. You'll choke. And they said you can't get more until everyone's finished in line."

Goku's spoon of potatoes stopped in mid air. "Aw, really?" Chichi nodded and Goku put down his spoon. After a few minutes of intense concentration of the line, Goku began shoveling in food again. "Done!" he said happily and bounced up to the line after the last person was done, followed by Krillin and Vegeta.

"Strange boys," Bulma said as she picked through her mix of vegetables. She picked out a carrot and threw it on the floor.

"Hey," Goku said, coming back to the table, "I could have eaten that."

The rest of supper was filled with a little chatter, but mostly eating. Everyone was happy now that Bulma and Vegeta's problem was resolved, except for Yamcha and Eva, of course.

"Damn it!" Eva cursed, jamming her fork violently into a radish. She looked over at Bulma. She was smiling and talking to Vegeta. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen . . . but the wheels in her brain began to work and her sour looked changed instantly to a evil one. "Yamcha, I have an idea."

"Humor me." Yamcha answered blandly, not looking the least bit interested.

Eva growled. "I have to get the bitch back! Don't you want to get those two back for humiliating you?"

"Yeah, but how the hell are we going to do that?"

"Easily . . . "

So, you think we are all safe and happy and nothing bad is going to happen . . .then . . . WOOPA! The author gives an evil laugh and the whole thing is screwed up, once again. Ah, the power of author-ness. Or cheese. That stuff is good too. Well, just to tell you, you may not see Eva and Yamcha's plan until a little bit later in the story . . . but it's there . . . waiting . . . Mwah Hahahahahahah!

I feel so gay putting up the wrong chapter though! It didn't ruin anything . . . but still . . . I'm such a dork! A dyke! A complete and total moron.

DarkStar

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p.s. I'm off to play Farmer Monkeys with the neighbor kid I'm babysitting . . .

p.p.s. don't ask, I've never heard of Farmer Monkeys either . . . *shrug*