Disclaimer: Mwah ha ha ha ha . . . heh . . . *starts coughing*
A/N: Sorry that last one was so short. I had to end it there, you know?
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-chapter eighteen-
Two days later, Bulma was allowed to finally go to class. She had missed a little and had to spend an extra free time making up work. Flying lessons was easy, she knew how to spar, Mr. M's classes changed everyday so she spent most of her time working on his stuff and astronomy, which she hated though understood. "Screwed up freak," she mumbled as she walked out of the astronomy room with arm loads of homework.
Her leg was much better as was her cough and temp. She was feeling just fine until one of the teachers mentioned exams, which were held in a week. She just about had a heart attack. Notes began to pop up everywhere. One was in her bed, saying, "ARE YOU READY FOR EXAMS???" Chichi found on the mirror in the bathroom and 18 found on in her shoe after self defense class.
"Dude, it's like a stalker conspiracy," Krillin said, pulling a yellow note from his towel after they had gone swimming. "They're everywhere. Craziness." 18 and Chichi giggled.
Astronomy class was cancelled for the second time that month because of a fierce storm. Everyone huddled in the Mess Hall, and old but sturdy building. The wind howled outside loudly, making the windows creak. Chichi, 18 and Bulma had been one of the firsts in the room, so they took a spot by the fire as they pulled on their sweatshirts. It was cold out, and it didn't help if you were soaking wet after flying from your cabin there.
Bulma sat down in a comfy arm chair in front of the fire, while 18 and Chichi each took a love seat opposite sides from each other, so everyone was in a little circle facing the fire. The guys showed up a few minutes later, soaked. Little drops of water dripped off of Goku's never changing hair, and Bulma laughed at the sight of it.
"Thanks for saving a spot for me," Vegeta said, seeing Bulma lounging in the puffy arm chair.
Bulma smiled. "Your welcome."
Vegeta gave her a malicious look she didn't like . . . and he pulled her out of the chair, while quickly sitting down. Now she was the one without a seat. She crossed her arms and glared. Vegeta smirked and popped out the foot thing on the recliner. Bulma suddenly had an idea.
"Alright then, fine. I'll just go sit by . . . Carlos." Carlos was actually sitting by his friends but Vegeta couldn't see that. Bulma walked by his chair but stopped when he grabbed her arm and yanked her into his lap. She squealed. Chichi, 18, and Krillin burst with laughter and Goku grinned. Reverse psychology always worked.
"You guys are so cute!" Chichi exclaimed, putting her head on Goku's shoulder. Vegeta glared but Bulma just grinned as she leaned against Vegeta's chest. But as soon as Bulma had gotten comfortable, someone came up to her.
"Uh, Bulma, can I have a word with you?" He said, coughing and red in the face.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, who shrugged, and turned back to the boy. "Sure." She climbed out of Vegeta's lap and walked to a corner with the boy.
"Um, you know, are . . . um . . . you and Vegeta . . . I mean . . . "
Bulma smiled. "Spit it out."
He winced as he said, "You and Vegeta?"
"What about us?"
"Are you guys . . . you know . . . "
"If you're asking me if he's my boyfriend . . . "
"Yeah."
"Yes, he is."
"Oh." The boy's face fell and he put his hands in his pockets. "But, just in case . . . do you wanna go to the dance with me?"
Woah. Hold up . . . "Um, sorry, I'm going with Vegeta, ok?"
"Ok, but if he gets like . . . mad or something . . . I'll be here, ok?"
Bulma was a little insulted that he thought Vegeta would get mad for no reason, so she said sweetly. "Yes, ok. Now what was your name again?"
"Dillon." And he walked over to his friends, red in the face. Bulma gave him a weird look and went back over to Vegeta.
"What was that?" He asked when Bulma crawled into his lap.
"Some kid wanted to know if I wanted to go to the dance with him."
"What did you say?"
"You idiot! I'm going with you, right?"
"Yes, I'm just making sure that small brain of yours didn't forget."
Bulma put up a dismissive hand. "Oh yeah, how would I ever forget who I belong to?"
Vegeta smirked. "Damn straight."
"Idiot."
There was a loud crash of thunder and the whole room was brightly lit by the lightening. There was a sudden flicker in the lights, and they went out with a snap. There was a few shrieks and curses.
"Looks like Eva and Yamcha will have to manage in the dark," Krillin commented, pointing to a corner where the two were currently sucking faces.
"Ick . . . " 18 said, looking away.
"Hey," Chichi commented, "weren't you two caught a few weeks ago making out?"
Krillin coughed.
"So," Chichi began, chewing her fingernail, "what are you guys wearing to the dance?"
Bulma suddenly remembered something she overheard between the announcer, Jesse, and the fat crabby lady they met at their first day. "You guys! A few days before the dance, we're all being shipped over to the nearest town to buy some dresses! And they can be as expensive as we want because the camp is going to pay for them!"
"Cool. Where did you hear that?"
"I heard if from Jesse and that fat lady."
"What about the boys?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, you guys get to pick something out too."
"That will be awesome. I love trying on dresses."
"Do we get to help?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because, you can't see our dresses until the night of the dance, retard."
"Fine, then you can't see us."
"Oh no, what a loss."
There was a silence pause after that. Bulma glanced at her friends. Chichi and Goku were whispering to each other, her head on his chest. 18 had her cheek on Krillin's head while he wrapped his arm around her waist. She sighed and leaned into Vegeta, who held her protectively and he almost seemed to dare kids to ask her out to the dance again. "Heard anything on your parents, Bulma?" Chichi asked suddenly.
Bulma sighed. "Yeah, Dad's out of the coma and doing really good, though he seems to have lost the use in his right hand . . . good thing he's left handed . . . and Mom's as good as new. For being forty five anyway."
"Your mom's only forty five? I thought she was like thirty or something!"
Bulma grinned at Chichi. "Ever wonder where I get my endless beauty from?" Chichi rolled her eyes. There was another sudden boom of thunder and crack of lighting, illuminating everything in the room for a split second before it all went black again. Bulma shuddered. "I hate storms. Except for when I'm inside."
"You're inside now," 18 commented.
Bulma tilted her head. "I hardly think this beat up shack counts. Its got about two inches of wall."
"True."
Goku glanced at his watch. "It's 11:00. You guys feel like going to bed?"
Chichi yawned but shook her head. She leaned up against Goku's chest, and he pulled her up into his lap. "I'm not t - t -" but she was caught up in another yawn. 18 had already fallen asleep with her head in Krillin's lap. He was playing with her hair softly. Bulma closed her eyes and put her head on Vegeta's shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulder and a hand on her leg.
Goku sighed contently. He liked having a girlfriend, especially this one. He gently pushed the hair from her face as her breathing became even and heavy. She was a beautiful one. He glanced over at Vegeta, who was currently occupied with rubbing Bulma's back. It was simply amazing what she could do to him. He had only had a handful of girlfriends, and they had only wanted him for a cheap screw. But this girl was different. She brought the best out in Vegeta, something Goku didn't think he minded all that much. He heard 18 moaned, and turned to that couple. They were so cute. Krillin would bend over backwards and lick his feet for that girl. (a/n: ew) Krillin quietly sighed.
Another flash of lightening filled the room and Goku covered Chichi's ears until the loud boom passed. Man, Goku thought happily, we are some lucky guys.
How cute! Wouldn't that be great if all guys thought like our friend Goku? *snicker* Dream on. Guys will be guys, minus one. (my brother, who really should be a girl)
DS