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A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I CAN'T BELIEVE I LEFT THIS HANGING FOR SOOOOOOOOO LONG!!!!! I sincerely apologize to all my readers! It's been FOREVER since I've updated. I'm so sorry!!!!! Will you forgive me???
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-chapter nineteen-
"Ug, life's a bitch," Bulma moaned, rolling over as the morning bell rang loudly throughout the campus. "Chichi," she mumbled into her pillow, "What time is it?"
There was a muffled, "Nine," and a cough.
Bulma flew up in bed, the anxious feeling she had had for days returning. "Chichi! 18! Exams are today!!!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Chichi shouted, bolting upwards, disheveled. She lost her balanced and fell off the side of the bed. 18 moaned and put her pillow on top of her head. "But it's Saturday," she managed, rubbing her butt and standing.
"I know it sucks, but that means tomorrow we get to go shopping for dresses!"
18 finally got up when Bulma was slipping on a tank top and Chichi was brushing her teeth.
"Exams are at ten, girls! It's nine forty-five! Let's go! Chop-chop!" Bulma said, clapping her hands.
18 shot her a venomous look. "I'll give you ten seconds to shut up."
Bulma only laughed and opened the door . . . and she screamed as a white powder filled the air, covering Bulma and half the floor in the cabin. She heard wild laughter from the bushes and running. Bulma's eyes narrowed to their most dangerous point. She was about to run after them . . . but was stopped when Chichi, her back covered with the powder too, grabbed Bulma's wing.
"No! We'll just get in more trouble!"
"Do you think I care?!?" Bulma yelled loudly, resisting the urge to curse them as much as she could.
"Bulma, calm down. We can get this cleaned up . . . " Chichi grabbed the broom and began to sweep the powder out the door. "It's flour," she said suddenly. "I'm allergic to this kind of flour."
Chichi bolted out the door, sneezing. A small red rash appeared on the back of her leg as she ran into the middle of the field. 18 walked outside with a ki blast in her hand. "I swear, if they show at class today I'll . . . "
"HOLY CRAP! WHAT HAPPENED?!?" Krillin yelled, coming upon the scene. Goku and Vegeta followed quickly. Vegeta, at the sight of Bulma covered in flour, cracked up.
"So funny!" Bulma yelled, feeling anger rise in her stomach. "Really hilarious!" Vegeta was laughing so hard he collapsed on the ground. Bulma, not knowing if it would hurt or not, stormed up to him and kicked him in the shin as hard as she could. That quieted him.
"DAMN!" he yelled, clutching his leg. A big bruise began to appear. "What the hell was that for?!?"
"It's not so funny now, is it?" Bulma said, and the sudden urge to cry came upon her. She held in the tears and ran into the cabin. The faint sound of the shades being closed and the sound of shower water filled the silent air.
"Ok," 18 took charge, "Goku, you get Chichi to the nurse for that. Krillin and I will tell someone that the rest of you will be a little late."
"I won't be late," Vegeta said.
"Oh yes you will," 18 shot back dangerously. "You'll stay here and wait until she's done, then you'll apologize."
"Apologize?!? I - "
"Do it."
"Screw you." But in Vegeta-ish, that meant yes, so everyone set off. By now, Chichi was crying, sneezing, and scratching her leg at the same time. Goku lovingly scooped her up and flew off.
Vegeta really didn't care if she didn't want him to come into her cabin, so he walked in and made himself comfortable on her side of the bed. She came out five minutes later in a towel, and screeched when she saw him.
"What do you want?" she asked quietly, locking herself back in the bathroom.
"Woman, come out here."
"No."
"Come on!"
"No. Not until I get some clothes on."
"Oh please. I'm your boyfriend, like I'll never see you with a towel on."
He heard the door being unlocked and she came out timidly, clutching the towel like if she dropped it, there would be a natural disaster. He had seen her with a swim suit on before and yet she never looked so beautiful. Her face was beat red and her deep blue eyes stared at the floor. His eyes traveled down her elegant neck to the damn towel . . . her hair glistened in the small rays of sun seeping in through the blinds. Gods, she was gorgeous.
"Come here."
She carefully walked over to him. He stood, and put his hands on her damp shoulders. "Listen. I'm sorry, it wasn't funny."
Her nervous face broke into a sweet smile. "Ok." He pulled her into him, embracing her small form. Bulma leaned her head on his broad chest. After a minute or two, she said, "As much as I enjoy this, I really need to get dressed. Help me find something to wear."
Vegeta shrugged and reluctantly let go of Bulma. She kneeled on the floor and pulled out two suit cases from under the bed.
"Holy crap, woman! How much clothes do you have?"
Bulma shot him a grin. "Have you seen me wear a pair of clothes twice?"
"No . . . "
"How about this?" She held up a red tank top with a blue haired fairy on it, with sparkles around it.
"That kinda looks like you . . . "
"I know. I love it. I'll wear it."
She grabbed other necessities, and skipped into the bathroom, two minutes later, she came out. "Let's go, we'll be late!"
"Oh no, the horror," Vegeta said sarcastically. An idea suddenly formed into his head. "Do you remember when we had our first day of flying skills, and your friends said you were the fastest kid on the field?"
Bulma caught on immediately. "Yes."
"We'll see about that." They both walked out of the cabin, and stood at an imaginary line. "Ready. Go."
Both shot off with the speed of a small space shuttle. They were at break neck speed, no one winning at the moment. Vegeta suddenly shot a small ki blast at her, and she dodged it, but that gave Vegeta the advantage.
"So we're playing dirty, eh?" Bulma shouted over the wind. She could see the Mess Hall, and the line to get the tests, and she quickly conjured up an itching powder. She threw it on his leg, and he yelled as he instantly reached back to scratch his leg. Bulma laughed as she saw him fall behind, but looked ahead and two feet in front of her was a tree. She quickly dodged it, losing her altitude and doing a barrel roll in the air. She almost fell into the ground when she placed a foot down and kicked up . . . but by the time she had reached the finish line, Vegeta was just a second ahead. He landed gracefully, with a grin on his face.
"Pathetic."
"PATHETIC? I'll GIVE YOU PATHETIC, YOU DA - " She quietly quickly after her flying skills teacher gave her an evil look. She landed softly next to Vegeta. "You're a jerk, you know that, right?"
"Of course."
"Bulma! Hey!" Chichi came running up to them.
"How's your leg?"
"The nurse bandaged it and put some cream stuff on it. It feels better."
"I'm glad."
"Nice race, everyone in the camp was watching."
Bulma turned red. "Really?"
"Yup."
"All the guys were cheering for you, all the girls for Vegeta. I thought it was funny."
"Oh, thanks."
"Ok, but c'mon. We have to get in line to get our tests. We have certain areas we're assigned to for certain times. It's weird. Here, be in this line with me."
Vegeta had gone off with Goku and Krillin somewhere, and Bulma and Chichi walked up to 18, saving spots in lines. Minutes later, kids adorned the grounds with calculators and pencils, pencils sharpeners and rulers. As soon as all the girls had gotten their tests for the day, they were assigned spots to sit. Bulma had been told to go sit at the total opposite end of the camp, where the "smart" people sat. Being a genius had it's consequences.
She walked into the area with a certain feel of importance as a few people waved and shouted out greetings. Bulma had no idea who they were . . . but she still smiled back. The only person she recognized was Carlos.
"Hey, big shooter," Bulma grinned, sitting a few feet away from him. "How's it going?"
The dark skinned boy shrugged. "I'm ok, you?"
"Pretty good."
"Get things straightened out with Vegeta?"
Bulma's smile grew. "Yeah, thanks a lot for your help. I owe you one."
"Sure."
"Kids! Be quiet over there!" A teacher Bulma didn't know snarled, looking very scary indeed.
She shrugged to Carlos, and took a look at her packet and sighed. No matter how much of a genius she was, she still hated tests with a passion.
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Four hours later
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"Oh my Kami!" Chichi exclaimed, collapsing in the grass. "My brain is officially overused. Ug, I hate tests!"
"Be glad it's over," 18 said, joining her friend on the ground. "Isn't Bulma done yet?"
"Yeah, but she had to be talked to by this one person, I guess," Chichi said, shrugging. "Hey, I love those!" She glanced at 18's lunch plate and quickly snatched a cheese puff from her plate.
18 rolled her eyes. "Have 'em." She dumped them on Chichi's plate.
"I want them!" Krillin yelled, running as fast as he could over to the girls in the middle of the field without spilling his plate. Goku followed quickly, and Vegeta walked slowly with as much arrogance as he could muster.
"No, they're mine!" Chichi said protectively, putting her hands over them.
Krillin crossed his arms. "18, tell her to share!"
"Chichi . . . "
Chichi quickly had an idea. She picked them up and shoveled them all in her mouth. She grinned nastily, her cheeks puffing with cheese curls.
Krillin's eyes widened. "Now that was not very lady like."
"And do I look like I care?" she answered, swallowing the last of her cheese puffs.
Vegeta had finally reached the group, sitting down with his plate. He stuffed a piece of turkey in his mouth. The others talked about what they got on page six, and the dance. Vegeta zoned them out, waiting for Bulma. She had to go to a certain gathering with all the smart people, and she wasn't back yet. His dark eyes narrowed at the thought of that chubby Carlos kid, and he unwillingly felt the green monster of jealously poke at his mind. No, he would not be jealous of a fat, ugly nerd who just seemed to get along with Vegeta's girlfriend better then Vegeta himself. And she seemed to like him! Vegeta knew so well the look he gave her when her back was turned, where his eyes wandered, and it was awfully strange how he listened to her never ceasing rambling with such interest. No one listened that closely if he didn't have some feeling towards her . . . If he ever . . . ever even so much as touch her! He'd . . . he'd . . .
"Vegeta?" Bulma said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hello?" He snapped out of his thoughts and jerked back from her touched. She withdrew her hand, looking a bit hurt. What was wrong with him? Had she done something wrong again? But before she had a chance to ask, he stood and threw his plate up in the air. It hovered for a total of point five seconds, before it was nothing but a little ash floating to the ground. Vegeta put his hand down and in his pockets, and started to walk towards his cabin, still absorbed in the thought of Carlos. He could feel his rage growing . . . anyone who approached him in the next two hours was going to get one hell of a beating . . .
"Vegeta!" He didn't bother to turn or even stop walking. "Vegeta! Wait!"
He let out an agitated breath as Bulma caught up with him. "Woman, I don't need your consistent rambling right now."
The air around them dropped a few temperatures and Bulma took a small step backwards. "Oh," her tone changing from worry to ice in one second flat, "I'm sorry, your highness. I should have asked the royal guards whether or not I could talk to you, since I am but a lowly subject in your kingdom of pride."
"You're wasting your breath."
"Any time I'm talking about you I'm wasting my breath!" Bulma balled up her fist, turned around, and walked the opposite way of Vegeta. He just kept walking forwards. A sudden resolute thought sprang to his mind. Perhaps Carlos didn't realize who he was dealing with . . . well, he'd just have to be given a demonstration, then.
Bulma suddenly felt a strange vibe, more strange then normal, from the normally agitated prince. It was as though he was feeling . . . murderous. What the hell was going on?
Man . . . after all I put you through, I go and throw in a stunt like that. Ufta, I am one mean little girl.
DarkStar
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