Disclaimer: *laughs hysterically, rolling around on the floor* you thought . . . you thought . . . that I . . . I . . . *is overcome with another spasm of insane laughter* I . . . *runs to the bathroom giggling*
A/N: Ok, I have some explaining to do. If you read in the last chapter that Bulma was sick . . . go read it again. I accidentally put up chapter 16 instead of 13 on the last one. I'm soooo sorry! But this won't make any sense unless you go read the RIGHT chapter 13! Go! Now!
-chapter fourteen-
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Their astronomy teacher turned out to be a wack. She was a bubbly little lady with not much of a brain, but as 18 said, "someone needs to teach this class." She must've been all they could get.
Walking back to their cabin from the astronomy hill was hard work. When the three girls finally reached their cabin, all they did was change into their pajamas, brush their teeth, mumble good nights, and hit the hay.
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I am walking down a street. I'm cold. All the stores are closed. I pull up my cloak further to keep me warm. I keep walking when someone calls my name. I turn around and see no one.
"Hello?" I call back. "Is someone out there?"
There it is again. "Bulma . . . "
"What?" I yell, looking frantically around me. There is no one. "Who are you?"
I scream when I hear the sound of an explosion sounding down the alley. I watch as stores burn. What happened?
"Bulma . . . "
"WHAT?" I yell again. I am scared. "Who are you? What do you want?" My head starts to hurt. As the stores are burning I see a figure in the smoke. There is another explosion and now people are screaming. I hear familiar voices sounding like my relatives. I am sweating though so cold. My face is burning with heat. The figure starts to walk towards me. I back up and it stops, and . . . at that moment I have never experienced such pain nor such fear. The figure's face is right in mine. It's a devil's face.
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Bulma screamed and shot up in bed. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, and her face was burning still. 18 and Chichi immediately woke and Chichi yelled, "What's wrong? What happened?" Bulma brought her knees up to her chest and began to cry. 18, realizing that Bulma had a bad dream, she hugged her friend.
"It's okay, hun," she said soothingly as Bulma kept crying. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, though her face still burned. She was beginning to shiver. Chichi leaned over to stroke Bulma's face, but recoiled once she touched her.
"18, Bulma's face is burning! Feel it!"
18 gave her a weird look. "Her body is freezing. Feel her arms."
Bulma had stopped crying but was now breathing heavily, slowly rocking back and forth.
"18, Bulma's got a really bad fever. We should get the nurse. C'mon, help me get her out of bed. That's it, c'mon hun . . . wrap that blanket around her." Chichi and 18 lead a wobbly Bulma out the door.
On the way to the nurse, 18 asked quietly, "What was your dream?"
"I," she started shakily, "I was walk-walking down a street, then someone said my name, and then . . . there was this explosion and I started to get hot and there was screaming and . . . they said my name again and then . . . there was this guy walking towards me," she shuddered, "I heard my name again and all of a sudden, out of the smoke, a de-devil's face thing appeared right in my own. It was so scary." Bulma began to slow down.
"Come on, girl, we have to get you to the nurse," 18 said with worry etched in her voice.
Bulma turned to 18 and gave her a strange, lopsided smile. "I'm ok," she said with slurred speech, "don't worry 'bout me . . . " and she collapsed.
"Holy crap, 18, let's just carry her," Chichi said frantically, shakily picking up her friend.
"Let me do it," 18 said quickly, pulling Bulma out of her arms. Chichi willingly agreed. They both took off for the nurse's cabin.
"Excuse me!" Chichi said loudly, knocking on the door. After a few minutes, a lady, maybe in her late forties, with a blue nightgown on answered the door.
"Can I help you ladies - oh my goodness, get her inside here," the nurse said, seeing the unconscious Bulma in 18's arms. "What happened?" she asked as she reached in the drawer to get the thermometer.
"She woke up screaming and her face was burning and her body was cold. She collapsed on the way over here. Is she going to be ok?"
The nurse didn't answer. But after a while, she said, "I hope so. She's got a horrible temperature, 102.7. I think I'm going to have to bring her to the hospital . . . "
"No way! She's never been there, ma'am. They don't know what she's like! They'll take tests and keep her there and then they'll do a news story on it and she'll be so humiliated! Please," Chichi said for her friend's sake.
The nurse looked at her long and hard, giving her a skeptical look. "Alright, but if it gets to 102.9 she's going to the hospital. Get some cold rags and a blanket."
18 laid the rags down gently on Bulma's hot, flushed face. Bulma groaned and moved a little. But after applying and re-applying the rags and monitoring her temp, Bulma's condition improved. Within the next hour, her temp was down to 100.9 so the nurse urged 18 and Chichi to go back to bed. Unwillingly, they did so.
"If anything goes wrong, tell us, won't you?" Chichi said worriedly as the nurse pushed them out.
"Yes, Miss, now go to bed! It's 3 o'clock."
On the way back, 18 said, "Do you think she'll be alright?"
"That nurse seems like a pretty good doctor and a nice lady. She'll be fine," she said with more confidence then she had. "After all, do you know how royally pissed Vegeta would be if anything happened to her?"
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(a/n: yes! Onto day two of Camp D! Hey, if the DBZ show can do it in one day, so can I. :p)
In the morning, Bulma woke with a headache, but nothing more. There were Chichi and 18 sitting around her, but also a lady she hadn't seen before. She sat up. "Where . . . "
"Nurse's. How are you feeling?"
All of a sudden the night's events came crashing down on her, especially the dream. "I'm fine, considering. I feel good."
"Are you sure?" asked the lady who could be none other then the nurse, "no trouble breathing? No hurting anywhere?"
"Besides for my head, no."
"Here," the nurse held out a plastic cup of two Tylenol and a cup of water. Bulma downed the medicine, and after a few more check overs, she was free to leave.
"Man, you guys," Bulma said while walking to her second hour, she had slept through breakfast and first, "last night was weird."
"I'll say! You scared us out of our minds!" Chichi exclaimed.
Bulma shrugged. "Not like I could help it. Did I pass out? I don't remember coming to the nurse."
"Yeah, you did. Right into me."
"But I'm fine now, really."
"You better be, because self defense class is next."
"Great."
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"Hey, 18, you guys, here!" Krillin yelled when 18 walked in. They walked over and sat down.
"Chi, how come you guys weren't at any classes this morning?" Goku said to Chichi.
"Bulma had a really bad fever. She almost had to go to the hospital."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah, she collapsed right onto me."
"Sorry, ok?" Bulma said, sighing happily.
Chichi laughed. "All is forgiven."
Bulma was glad she was feeling better, but she got odd vibes from Vegeta. She moved over and sat next to him while Chichi and 18 told of their heroic acts of saving her.
"Morning," she said, sitting cross-legged next to him.
He scowled. "You passed out last night?"
"Yeah, but no big deal. I'm fine now. Really," she added, seeing the look on his face.
"Good, because I don't were I'd be without your ugly face waking me up in the morning."
Bulma slapped him gently on the chest. "Fine, Mr. Crabby pants. You're not my friend any more."
"Oh no," Vegeta said flatly, and a flash of amusement played across his eyes, "what a loss. One less person to worry about."
"That would bring the total down to one. Just kidding," she added quickly. She had already screwed up about that once, she wasn't going to do it again.
"Very funny." Inwardly she was glad he wasn't upset.
Strangely enough, the lesson that the deranged self defense teacher, self proclaimed now as "The Rock #2" or more formally known as Mr. Keith taught was taken from the basics in flying class. Since Bulma, 18, and Chichi had missed it because of "health reasons", they were allowed to skip this lesson, pretending they didn't know how to fly well.
18 laughed as Mr. Keith took the bait like a fish and all three of the girls sat down at the side of the gym, observing everyone.
"Right. Now we are going to do some air drills. Everyone up," he boomed and everyone flew off the ground. "Ok, do what I do!" He threw a few punches into the air. Few classmates did it right. The ones experienced with training, like Goku, Vegeta, and Krillin, rolled their eyes as the girls slapped the air and some of the guys made the move too fancy, resulting in cracking their arms. Then Mr. Keith did a few kicks, and the results were simply hilarious. One boy fell out of the air. "You people are pathetic! Keep practicing! But first, let's have a sparring lesson demonstrated to you. You'll learn this later in the year but is there anyone who knows how to do a simple sparring session?"
All three guys raised their hands.
"Ok, you with the weird hair, and you, the tall one. C'mere."
"This ought to be interesting," 18 said smoothly. Chichi nodded.
"Yeah, you two look good. Now you know what you're doing, right?"
"Yup," Goku said, smiling, "we spar all the time!"
"Ok, go."
Goku lunged at Vegeta, who stood there calmly. At the last second though, he brought his fist up and it almost connected when Goku's hand reached up to block it. Vegeta, taking offensive, threw a kick at his head, but Goku dodged and grabbed his leg, twisting Vegeta around in the air. Chichi whooped from below. Vegeta wretched his leg out of Goku's grip and moved out of the way of a punch. In the middle of that, Vegeta brought his fist up and it smashed into Goku's stomach. Now Bulma cheered. 18 and Krillin were cheering for both sides. Goku quickly recovered, as it wasn't a very hard punch, and flew into Vegeta, knocking the Saiyan across the room. Vegeta slowed himself and before he could charge back at him, Mr. Keith blew his whistle. A few people moaned and Vegeta brushed himself off. Mr. Keith looked at the two with wide eyes.
"Um, very good. I doubt any of you in here are capable of performing that well but . . . yes, anyway. Let's see those kicks!"
The rest of the lesson was filled with boring kicks and punches and stretches. Not a moment too soon, the bell rang through out the campus and people filed out of the gym.
"That was good, Vegeta," Bulma said quietly as she took her spot next to him.
"Whatever," he mumbled but seemed a little pleased.
"I wonder what's for lunch today, guys! I'm really hungry. Hey, Vegeta, I'm glad you didn't punch me that hard."
"You're welcome. It was only a demonstration, and I knew you're stomach couldn't handle lunch if I did actually punch hard."
"Ok then. What's after lunch? Anyone got a schedule?"
As if on cue, 18 had the schedule out already and Goku moved over to her and looked over her shoulder.
"Free time! Yes! We can all go swimming together!"
As Goku blabbed on some more about swimming as a group, Bulma leaned up to Vegeta and shyly entwined her fingers in his, lightly squeezing his hand. He did it back.
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Aw! How cute! These two are soooo kawaii. How adorable. But what the heck was up with that freaky dream Bulma had? Does it mean something, or all we all just being paranoid? Find out on the next chapter of . . . dun dun dun . . . my story! Hurray!
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