Bulma opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight that came peeking in through the curtains. She glanced over at the clock, 10:38 AM it read. "Oh Kami…" she moaned, placing her hand on her forehead. "I over slept." She flopped back on the bed, covering her head with a pillow. "I don't care…"
NOON-
"Bulma," whispered a deep voice in her ear.
"What?" she mumbled, swatting at them.
"Come on. Its time for lunch." They slid their hand under her back and pushed her up right. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with balled fists, then focused on the person who'd woken her up.
"Goku?" she asked in surprise. "How'd you get in?"
"18 let me in. I came to get you and take you out to lunch. But I doubt we'll have time now."
"I'm tired," she whined, trying to lay back down, but Goku had a firm hold on her back.
"No no. Come on." He pulled her up out of bed, and shock her holding her arms to gain her full attention.
"Alright. I'm up!"
"Ok now. I'll take you to the bathroom for a shower." He kissed her forehead lovingly, then picked her up gently. She rested her head comfortably on his shoulder as he carried her to the bathroom. She was nearly asleep by the time they made it there. "Bulma, wake up," he said, setting her on the counter next to the sink.
"I am awake," she nearly hissed. She was definitely not a morning person.
"Come on Bulma," he urged, placing a hand on each of her knees. She glanced up at him wearily. He starred back down at her, eyes now fixed with hers. His hands trembled on Bulma's legs, and he brought them around to her back, pulling her toward him. Their lips met awkwardly. It was their first real kiss. Bulma slid her hands from the cold counter to Goku's warm rock hard chest. Then suddenly, in the midst of their kiss, she pulled away. It wasn't the kiss itself, but who she was kissing. The kiss was perfect, rough but tender at the same time. But it felt as though she was kissing her brother or that the kiss should be with someone else. Neither of them had to say a word. He'd felt it too. "Umm…" He looked away, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll…see you…later…umm…Bye." Bulma watched him leave, then just starred at the door a moment after he was gone.
*Why was that so weird!?* she thought, whipping her mouth off, as though Goku had some sort of disease. "I guess he's not for me…" she sighed, pulling her shirt off and hopping off the counter. She looked at herself in the mirror a moment. Her eyes began to water. *Why am I crying!?* Tears spilled from her ocean blue eyes and down her soft pinkened skin. She whipped them away quickly, and mustered up the best scowl she could for herself. She was supposed to be strong. She hadn't cried since the first time she found out Yamcha cheated on her back in ninth grade. Then suddenly someone else popped into her head, out of no where. Vegeta. It didn't make any sense to her. "This school is bringing out the worst in me," she said, glaring at her reflection angrily.
She took an extra long shower and by the time she was dressed and ready, it was seventh period. She traipsed down the hall to the main office. Once inside she had to wait for what seemed like forever until someone even acknowledged her. "Miss Briefs," she the secretary, almost in a scolding tone. "You haven't been to any of your classes today."
"Yes I'm aware," she huffed annoyed. "I came down to get a pass to seventh."
"And why should you be issued one?" the woman asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I was sick this morning so I stayed in my room. Ask 18, she was there."
"Well in a case like that you are to report to the infirmary immediately."
"Give me a break lady. I'm new here. How was I supposed to know that?" The secretary gasped, then glared down at Bulma who was still sitting in a chair in front of her desk.
"Excuse me!! You need to learn some manners young lady!!" she hissed, slamming her palms on the desk and leaning forward.
"Yeah. Can I have my pass now?" She was beginning to grow increasingly annoyed with the slow pace for the old woman.
"Of course. To the principal's office!" She roughly scribbled some words on a slip of paper then slapped it down on the desk.
"Fine with me. I hate drama class," Bulma said with a wicked smile, grabbing the pass and crumbling it in her hand.
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Chi-Chi curled up on the couch next to Vegeta, rested her head on his lap. He cringed slightly, but let her anyway. Goku, who was at the other end of the couch, glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. Ever since that awkward kiss with Bulma, he'd done nothing but think about Chi-Chi. He thought they'd really connected on their first date. But then she said it wasn't going to work. He'd liked her a lot, but didn't say anything because she went after another guy almost instantly, and now she was with Vegeta. He sighed deeply, then stood up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going Kakarot?" Vegeta asked, turning his head back.
"Around," he said, looking to the floor. Without another word, he slipped out the door and was gone.
"Finally," Chi-Chi huffed, sitting up and sliding over. "I thought he'd never leave."
"When are you leaving?" he asked rudely, snatching the remote from her hands.
"Now," she spat, jerking out of her seat and stomping out of the room. Vegeta simple smirked and eased into a comfortable position on the couch. He loved having that effect on people.
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Bulma glanced her the clock wearily. 11:57 PM. She'd been doing homework for hours. Its not that it was difficult, but she just had so much. You weren't allowed to do homework in detention, so she had even less time for it.
"That's it!" she yelled, throwing her math book on the floor. "I'm sick of this shit!" She threw several more books and notebooks in various directions, nearly hitting 18 in the head, who was sitting on her bed next to Bulma's.
"Watch it," 18 growled, pushing the unwanted science book off her bed.
"Sorry," she sighed, putting her head in her hands. "I guess I'm just stressed over other things…"
"What's up?" 18 asked with concern, setting her binder down and shoving her pencil behind her ear.
"Nothing…" She turned away from her friend, and starred out the window at the people outside. Their room was on the side of the building facing the main courtyard, so people were always out there.
"Vegeta huh?" Bulma nodded solemnly, ringing her hands over and over in her lap. "What happened now?"
"Nothing…" she sighed, more deeply this time. "I…I hate him…but…I can't stop thinking about him…Its like I need him to survive or something…Like I'm connect to him…I can't explain it…"
"Well," 18 said, standing up then taking a seat next to Bulma. "I don't think you need him. You just like him a lot and only think you need him. It's a crush. It'll pass. Don't worry. Its happened to the best of us."
"Yeah I know…But its different somehow. I feel like if I don't have him I can't breath…" 18 simply hugged her torn friend to her. There was nothing else she could say. She just had to let Bulma deal with this on her own. There was nothing she could do about it, she couldn't decide for her.
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Vegeta tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't fall asleep. It was like some outside force was intentionally keeping him awake for some reason. Like he needed to do something important, he just didn't know what exactly.
He propped himself up on his elbows and gazed across the room. Chi-Chi, who hadn't talked to Bulma since there fight, was still staying there and asleep on the couch. Goku, in the next bed, was sound asleep. As was Krillin, in another bed over. 18 would have most likely been there as well, if it wasn't for Bulma back in their room. She usually stayed the night with Krillin. Pure white moonlight shined in through the window, and a cool breeze swept in, brushing softly against his face. It was a soothing feeling, on his warm skin. "Fuck this," he huffed, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up. He slipped on his shoes, then walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a quick drink, then was out the door.
The cool autumn breeze was even more refreshing once he was outside. He slowly wandered around the main courtyard, kicking at a few loose stones here and there. Something was definitely not right, and it was eating away at him. He hadn't felt this out of place since his father died when Planet Vegeta blew up, and he was forced to come to earth with his older brother. Though he was only two years old at the time, he remembered it perfectly. His brother had never been a passionate fighter though very strong, and when they came to earth, instead of conquering it, he decided to live there, among the people as one of them. He'd even tried to remove his tail, though Vegeta protested 'til he was blue in the face. So as a result, he had to wear baggy clothes all the time to hide the un-human appendage. When him and Bulma had slept together that afternoon, he demanded to be on the bottom, covering his tail with his back. She'd almost seen it a few times, though he was quicker than her eyes.
Vegeta sighed deeply. He hated the earth. The inhabitants were weak and useless. He wished he were back on Vegeta, or that he could at least blow a few major cities to rubble. But that was completely out of the question. Though his brother generally didn't fight, he was naturally powerful. More powerful than Vegeta, even with all his training. He glanced up at the full moon, then to his tail. It was the only thing, aside from his power, that was still Saiyan. And his own flesh and blood had tried to take that away from him. He didn't respect him or have honor for their lost kingdom. He clenched his fists in anger, to the point where his knuckles were white. *He's no brother of mine!* he thought, his energy level raising rapidly. The only reason he even listened to him was his power, otherwise he'd kill him, destroy earth, then go off into space, looking for trouble.
He had to act like an earthling, a weakling. It disgusted him to his very core. All he really had now was his pride and angry Saiyan attitude. No one understood him, and the only ones who could either didn't care or were too brainless to understand. He felt so, dirty. He was a prince, but now where was he? Reduced to a simple earthling, going to High School and what not. He had gotten used to the life though, no matter how much he resisted. Some of the things on earth he did enjoy, but most he could do without.
He sighed again. It was no use getting mad over this over and over again. He couldn't change his fate, so why try? He relaxed, letting his power level drop back to normal. He was ready to turn around and go back inside, when he heard a faint sound. He turned on his heel sharply and noticed something in the distance. Someone to be more precise.
"What are you doing out here?" he demanded of the blue haired girl he'd just approached from across the lawn. Bulma.
"I can be out here if I want to," she hissed back, not looking up at him, hurt evident in her strained voice. "What are YOU doing out here?"
"I can be out here if I want to," he said mockingly, taking a seat next to her on the bench.
"Please just go away Vegeta. I'm really not in the mood for you. I'm upset enough as it is," she sighed, curling herself up into a ball. He growled angrily at her. How dare she tell him what to do!?
He calmed himself, so not to hurt her, and relaxed. He let his thoughts wander a moment, thinking of ridiculously irrelevant things, then settled on the sobbing mess beside him. *What's wrong with her?* he thought, suddenly letting his curiosity get the best of him. "What's wrong woman?" he tried his best to sound concerned, but only got her more angry.
"Why the hell do you care!!?" she yelled, her face now inches away from his. "Why do I even bother!? Just leave me alone!! Go fuck Chi-Chi!!" He smirked at this.
"Jealous?" he asked, his smirk widening.
"Jealous!? Jealous!?" she hissed, knowing that's exactly why she was upset. She stood, glared at him angrily, then stomped off in the direction away from the school.
"Where are you going!!?" he yelled running after her. "This isn't over!" He caught up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to stop.
"Oh? Its not? Well I believe I just ended it. Good night Vegeta." She jerked her arm from his grasp, and continued on her path to wherever she was going.
"No its not!! Not until I say it is!!" He was furious. He ran at her, tackling her to the ground. She scratched and punched at him, but it was no use. He was just too strong for her. She laid back on the moist grass, glaring up at him. "Do I have your attention now?" he asked, returning her angry glare.
"Whatever," she huffed, squirming uncomfortably under the full weight of his body.
"I'll take that as a yes…You know what woman, you really should watch your mouth," he scolded, still glaring at her. "I was all ready to actually listen to you, find out what was wrong with you, for some reason I actually cared. But then you had to go get all bitchy on me and add to the bad mood I was already in. Not smart woman, not smart. Ok…Now you are going to tell me, whether you want to or not, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"No…You don't care and I don't want to tell you. So unless you want to stay here all night, I suggest you let me go." Her eyes narrowed more, and her anger was increasing by the second.
"Just tell me so we can both go back to bed." He was growing increasingly impatient.
"Fine…But you better not bother me for the rest of my life." He nodded in agreement, though he knew subconsciously that was going to be impossible. Something was compelling him to be with her and stay with her. He thought back to the afternoon they were together, when he'd bitten her. He'd have to talk to his brother about that. "Its you ok? I hate you so much!! What the hell did you do to me that day!? You bit me!" His eyes narrowed at her, then a small smirk graced his perfect features.
"That's all?" he asked, not impressed. "Oh woman, I thought you had a real problem." He sat back, taking his weight off her. He plopped down in the grass, holding himself up with his arms.
"That's all!? That's all!? You bit me you jerk!!" she screamed, rubbing her neck.
"Calm down Onna," he hissed, not taking his eyes off her. "It was a spur of the moment thing…Er…Instinct…I-"
"Instinct!? What the hell are you talking about!? We're not on the Discovery Channel!" She took a deep breath, and was going to continue on her rampage, then he reached over and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"If you quiet down, I'll explain everything to you…Well, everything that I can. Of course I don't even know why I'm going to tell you this…I guess it has something or another to do with me biting you…" He paused a moment, then began his story. He told her all about Saiyans and Planet Vegeta, and how he was the crowned Prince, since his older brother was denied the thrown for certain reasons. He explained about the explosion and how his brother had brought him to earth to live out their lives among the people. Goku, or Kakarot as he kept saying, had already been there when they arrived. The entire time he told his story, Bulma's eyes never seemed to blink or focus on anything aside from Vegeta. She couldn't, and further more, didn't want to believe that what he was saying was true. It was too bizarre, and far too complicated for her liking.
"How…How do you expect me to believe all that?" she asked, slightly confused and slightly angry at his ridiculous excuse. "I mean…You said Sai…Sai-"
"Saiyans."
"Yeah, you said Saiyans have tails. And I know for a fact that you do not have one. I mean, I saw you naked!" Vegeta only smirked at her then stood and turned around so his back was to her. He pulled down his pants just enough so the root of his tail was exposed, then it wiggled its way into the open. Bulma gasped and fell back, but caught herself with her hands. She couldn't believe it. It was brown and furry, much like a dog's or a monkey's. It twitched around in the air freely, almost appearing to be happy to not be so confined anymore. She reached out and touched the outer most hairs lightly, then quickly snapped her arm to her chest. "It feels so real," she gasped, eyes wider than ever.
"That's because it is Onna," he growled, his tail reacting by swishing around in agitation. "See." He grabbed her hand, forcing her to grab around the middle of it. "Ok, now pull. But not hard!" he warned, eyeing her as she did was he said.
"Its…Its…attached! Its real!" she squealed, backing up a few feet. "You…You…You're an alien!!" She tried to scramble to her feet and ran, but Vegeta was too quick for her and had her pinned under him in seconds.
"Shut up and listen to me!" he ordered, and she immediately ceased her screaming and cowered. "I'm the same person…er…I'm still Vegeta. You just know something new about me. Now if I let you go, do you promise not to scream or run away?" She nodded reluctantly, and he eased himself off her.
"I can't believe this…This can't be real," she mumbled to herself, holding her head in her hands. "You and Goku aliens…No…This is all a nightmare, I'll wake up and OUCH! Vegeta! Why the hell did you pinch me!?"
"So you felt it?"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"Its not a dream…and you're acting normal around me again," he said with a smirk. "See, still me." She gave him a funny look, then let a small smile creep onto her face.
"Yeah…I guess you're right…" she sighed heavily, still a bit shaky from all the new information. "So, about this bite?"
"I don't know…I'll have to ask my brother…He'd know."
"How about we go do that now? I'm not going to sleep tonight knowing all this stuff." Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders, then scooped her into his arms. "What the hell are you doing!??"
"Woman, as I explained I can fly. So just calm down and we'll be there in a few minutes."
"Fly!? With you!? I don't know Veg-" Before she could finished her sentence, he took off into the night sky, her clutching his neck and screaming at the top of her lungs. Little did they know they'd both be ten times more hysterical after they learned what the bite meant.
---Chapter 8!! Wow! I actually got it posted…Didn't think I was going to continue on with this fic. I just didn't like writing Vegeta and Goku as Saiyans in High School. I couldn't figure out how to do it right. But I think after reading some other fics, I'm on the right track. I hope I did it right…Eep! Give me suggestions!! Please! :P Oh and sorry to all of you who've when waiting for me to update. But you're lucky I even did, heehee! :D I hope you enjoyed it!! Who knows when the next chapter will be out…but its definitely not going to take as long to get out as this one did ^_^
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Next time: Bulma and Vegeta arrive at Vegeta's brother's house and get some life altering information.
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"Bulma," whispered a deep voice in her ear.
"What?" she mumbled, swatting at them.
"Come on. Its time for lunch." They slid their hand under her back and pushed her up right. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with balled fists, then focused on the person who'd woken her up.
"Goku?" she asked in surprise. "How'd you get in?"
"18 let me in. I came to get you and take you out to lunch. But I doubt we'll have time now."
"I'm tired," she whined, trying to lay back down, but Goku had a firm hold on her back.
"No no. Come on." He pulled her up out of bed, and shock her holding her arms to gain her full attention.
"Alright. I'm up!"
"Ok now. I'll take you to the bathroom for a shower." He kissed her forehead lovingly, then picked her up gently. She rested her head comfortably on his shoulder as he carried her to the bathroom. She was nearly asleep by the time they made it there. "Bulma, wake up," he said, setting her on the counter next to the sink.
"I am awake," she nearly hissed. She was definitely not a morning person.
"Come on Bulma," he urged, placing a hand on each of her knees. She glanced up at him wearily. He starred back down at her, eyes now fixed with hers. His hands trembled on Bulma's legs, and he brought them around to her back, pulling her toward him. Their lips met awkwardly. It was their first real kiss. Bulma slid her hands from the cold counter to Goku's warm rock hard chest. Then suddenly, in the midst of their kiss, she pulled away. It wasn't the kiss itself, but who she was kissing. The kiss was perfect, rough but tender at the same time. But it felt as though she was kissing her brother or that the kiss should be with someone else. Neither of them had to say a word. He'd felt it too. "Umm…" He looked away, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll…see you…later…umm…Bye." Bulma watched him leave, then just starred at the door a moment after he was gone.
*Why was that so weird!?* she thought, whipping her mouth off, as though Goku had some sort of disease. "I guess he's not for me…" she sighed, pulling her shirt off and hopping off the counter. She looked at herself in the mirror a moment. Her eyes began to water. *Why am I crying!?* Tears spilled from her ocean blue eyes and down her soft pinkened skin. She whipped them away quickly, and mustered up the best scowl she could for herself. She was supposed to be strong. She hadn't cried since the first time she found out Yamcha cheated on her back in ninth grade. Then suddenly someone else popped into her head, out of no where. Vegeta. It didn't make any sense to her. "This school is bringing out the worst in me," she said, glaring at her reflection angrily.
She took an extra long shower and by the time she was dressed and ready, it was seventh period. She traipsed down the hall to the main office. Once inside she had to wait for what seemed like forever until someone even acknowledged her. "Miss Briefs," she the secretary, almost in a scolding tone. "You haven't been to any of your classes today."
"Yes I'm aware," she huffed annoyed. "I came down to get a pass to seventh."
"And why should you be issued one?" the woman asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I was sick this morning so I stayed in my room. Ask 18, she was there."
"Well in a case like that you are to report to the infirmary immediately."
"Give me a break lady. I'm new here. How was I supposed to know that?" The secretary gasped, then glared down at Bulma who was still sitting in a chair in front of her desk.
"Excuse me!! You need to learn some manners young lady!!" she hissed, slamming her palms on the desk and leaning forward.
"Yeah. Can I have my pass now?" She was beginning to grow increasingly annoyed with the slow pace for the old woman.
"Of course. To the principal's office!" She roughly scribbled some words on a slip of paper then slapped it down on the desk.
"Fine with me. I hate drama class," Bulma said with a wicked smile, grabbing the pass and crumbling it in her hand.
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Chi-Chi curled up on the couch next to Vegeta, rested her head on his lap. He cringed slightly, but let her anyway. Goku, who was at the other end of the couch, glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. Ever since that awkward kiss with Bulma, he'd done nothing but think about Chi-Chi. He thought they'd really connected on their first date. But then she said it wasn't going to work. He'd liked her a lot, but didn't say anything because she went after another guy almost instantly, and now she was with Vegeta. He sighed deeply, then stood up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going Kakarot?" Vegeta asked, turning his head back.
"Around," he said, looking to the floor. Without another word, he slipped out the door and was gone.
"Finally," Chi-Chi huffed, sitting up and sliding over. "I thought he'd never leave."
"When are you leaving?" he asked rudely, snatching the remote from her hands.
"Now," she spat, jerking out of her seat and stomping out of the room. Vegeta simple smirked and eased into a comfortable position on the couch. He loved having that effect on people.
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Bulma glanced her the clock wearily. 11:57 PM. She'd been doing homework for hours. Its not that it was difficult, but she just had so much. You weren't allowed to do homework in detention, so she had even less time for it.
"That's it!" she yelled, throwing her math book on the floor. "I'm sick of this shit!" She threw several more books and notebooks in various directions, nearly hitting 18 in the head, who was sitting on her bed next to Bulma's.
"Watch it," 18 growled, pushing the unwanted science book off her bed.
"Sorry," she sighed, putting her head in her hands. "I guess I'm just stressed over other things…"
"What's up?" 18 asked with concern, setting her binder down and shoving her pencil behind her ear.
"Nothing…" She turned away from her friend, and starred out the window at the people outside. Their room was on the side of the building facing the main courtyard, so people were always out there.
"Vegeta huh?" Bulma nodded solemnly, ringing her hands over and over in her lap. "What happened now?"
"Nothing…" she sighed, more deeply this time. "I…I hate him…but…I can't stop thinking about him…Its like I need him to survive or something…Like I'm connect to him…I can't explain it…"
"Well," 18 said, standing up then taking a seat next to Bulma. "I don't think you need him. You just like him a lot and only think you need him. It's a crush. It'll pass. Don't worry. Its happened to the best of us."
"Yeah I know…But its different somehow. I feel like if I don't have him I can't breath…" 18 simply hugged her torn friend to her. There was nothing else she could say. She just had to let Bulma deal with this on her own. There was nothing she could do about it, she couldn't decide for her.
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Vegeta tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't fall asleep. It was like some outside force was intentionally keeping him awake for some reason. Like he needed to do something important, he just didn't know what exactly.
He propped himself up on his elbows and gazed across the room. Chi-Chi, who hadn't talked to Bulma since there fight, was still staying there and asleep on the couch. Goku, in the next bed, was sound asleep. As was Krillin, in another bed over. 18 would have most likely been there as well, if it wasn't for Bulma back in their room. She usually stayed the night with Krillin. Pure white moonlight shined in through the window, and a cool breeze swept in, brushing softly against his face. It was a soothing feeling, on his warm skin. "Fuck this," he huffed, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up. He slipped on his shoes, then walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a quick drink, then was out the door.
The cool autumn breeze was even more refreshing once he was outside. He slowly wandered around the main courtyard, kicking at a few loose stones here and there. Something was definitely not right, and it was eating away at him. He hadn't felt this out of place since his father died when Planet Vegeta blew up, and he was forced to come to earth with his older brother. Though he was only two years old at the time, he remembered it perfectly. His brother had never been a passionate fighter though very strong, and when they came to earth, instead of conquering it, he decided to live there, among the people as one of them. He'd even tried to remove his tail, though Vegeta protested 'til he was blue in the face. So as a result, he had to wear baggy clothes all the time to hide the un-human appendage. When him and Bulma had slept together that afternoon, he demanded to be on the bottom, covering his tail with his back. She'd almost seen it a few times, though he was quicker than her eyes.
Vegeta sighed deeply. He hated the earth. The inhabitants were weak and useless. He wished he were back on Vegeta, or that he could at least blow a few major cities to rubble. But that was completely out of the question. Though his brother generally didn't fight, he was naturally powerful. More powerful than Vegeta, even with all his training. He glanced up at the full moon, then to his tail. It was the only thing, aside from his power, that was still Saiyan. And his own flesh and blood had tried to take that away from him. He didn't respect him or have honor for their lost kingdom. He clenched his fists in anger, to the point where his knuckles were white. *He's no brother of mine!* he thought, his energy level raising rapidly. The only reason he even listened to him was his power, otherwise he'd kill him, destroy earth, then go off into space, looking for trouble.
He had to act like an earthling, a weakling. It disgusted him to his very core. All he really had now was his pride and angry Saiyan attitude. No one understood him, and the only ones who could either didn't care or were too brainless to understand. He felt so, dirty. He was a prince, but now where was he? Reduced to a simple earthling, going to High School and what not. He had gotten used to the life though, no matter how much he resisted. Some of the things on earth he did enjoy, but most he could do without.
He sighed again. It was no use getting mad over this over and over again. He couldn't change his fate, so why try? He relaxed, letting his power level drop back to normal. He was ready to turn around and go back inside, when he heard a faint sound. He turned on his heel sharply and noticed something in the distance. Someone to be more precise.
"What are you doing out here?" he demanded of the blue haired girl he'd just approached from across the lawn. Bulma.
"I can be out here if I want to," she hissed back, not looking up at him, hurt evident in her strained voice. "What are YOU doing out here?"
"I can be out here if I want to," he said mockingly, taking a seat next to her on the bench.
"Please just go away Vegeta. I'm really not in the mood for you. I'm upset enough as it is," she sighed, curling herself up into a ball. He growled angrily at her. How dare she tell him what to do!?
He calmed himself, so not to hurt her, and relaxed. He let his thoughts wander a moment, thinking of ridiculously irrelevant things, then settled on the sobbing mess beside him. *What's wrong with her?* he thought, suddenly letting his curiosity get the best of him. "What's wrong woman?" he tried his best to sound concerned, but only got her more angry.
"Why the hell do you care!!?" she yelled, her face now inches away from his. "Why do I even bother!? Just leave me alone!! Go fuck Chi-Chi!!" He smirked at this.
"Jealous?" he asked, his smirk widening.
"Jealous!? Jealous!?" she hissed, knowing that's exactly why she was upset. She stood, glared at him angrily, then stomped off in the direction away from the school.
"Where are you going!!?" he yelled running after her. "This isn't over!" He caught up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to stop.
"Oh? Its not? Well I believe I just ended it. Good night Vegeta." She jerked her arm from his grasp, and continued on her path to wherever she was going.
"No its not!! Not until I say it is!!" He was furious. He ran at her, tackling her to the ground. She scratched and punched at him, but it was no use. He was just too strong for her. She laid back on the moist grass, glaring up at him. "Do I have your attention now?" he asked, returning her angry glare.
"Whatever," she huffed, squirming uncomfortably under the full weight of his body.
"I'll take that as a yes…You know what woman, you really should watch your mouth," he scolded, still glaring at her. "I was all ready to actually listen to you, find out what was wrong with you, for some reason I actually cared. But then you had to go get all bitchy on me and add to the bad mood I was already in. Not smart woman, not smart. Ok…Now you are going to tell me, whether you want to or not, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"No…You don't care and I don't want to tell you. So unless you want to stay here all night, I suggest you let me go." Her eyes narrowed more, and her anger was increasing by the second.
"Just tell me so we can both go back to bed." He was growing increasingly impatient.
"Fine…But you better not bother me for the rest of my life." He nodded in agreement, though he knew subconsciously that was going to be impossible. Something was compelling him to be with her and stay with her. He thought back to the afternoon they were together, when he'd bitten her. He'd have to talk to his brother about that. "Its you ok? I hate you so much!! What the hell did you do to me that day!? You bit me!" His eyes narrowed at her, then a small smirk graced his perfect features.
"That's all?" he asked, not impressed. "Oh woman, I thought you had a real problem." He sat back, taking his weight off her. He plopped down in the grass, holding himself up with his arms.
"That's all!? That's all!? You bit me you jerk!!" she screamed, rubbing her neck.
"Calm down Onna," he hissed, not taking his eyes off her. "It was a spur of the moment thing…Er…Instinct…I-"
"Instinct!? What the hell are you talking about!? We're not on the Discovery Channel!" She took a deep breath, and was going to continue on her rampage, then he reached over and clamped his hand over her mouth.
"If you quiet down, I'll explain everything to you…Well, everything that I can. Of course I don't even know why I'm going to tell you this…I guess it has something or another to do with me biting you…" He paused a moment, then began his story. He told her all about Saiyans and Planet Vegeta, and how he was the crowned Prince, since his older brother was denied the thrown for certain reasons. He explained about the explosion and how his brother had brought him to earth to live out their lives among the people. Goku, or Kakarot as he kept saying, had already been there when they arrived. The entire time he told his story, Bulma's eyes never seemed to blink or focus on anything aside from Vegeta. She couldn't, and further more, didn't want to believe that what he was saying was true. It was too bizarre, and far too complicated for her liking.
"How…How do you expect me to believe all that?" she asked, slightly confused and slightly angry at his ridiculous excuse. "I mean…You said Sai…Sai-"
"Saiyans."
"Yeah, you said Saiyans have tails. And I know for a fact that you do not have one. I mean, I saw you naked!" Vegeta only smirked at her then stood and turned around so his back was to her. He pulled down his pants just enough so the root of his tail was exposed, then it wiggled its way into the open. Bulma gasped and fell back, but caught herself with her hands. She couldn't believe it. It was brown and furry, much like a dog's or a monkey's. It twitched around in the air freely, almost appearing to be happy to not be so confined anymore. She reached out and touched the outer most hairs lightly, then quickly snapped her arm to her chest. "It feels so real," she gasped, eyes wider than ever.
"That's because it is Onna," he growled, his tail reacting by swishing around in agitation. "See." He grabbed her hand, forcing her to grab around the middle of it. "Ok, now pull. But not hard!" he warned, eyeing her as she did was he said.
"Its…Its…attached! Its real!" she squealed, backing up a few feet. "You…You…You're an alien!!" She tried to scramble to her feet and ran, but Vegeta was too quick for her and had her pinned under him in seconds.
"Shut up and listen to me!" he ordered, and she immediately ceased her screaming and cowered. "I'm the same person…er…I'm still Vegeta. You just know something new about me. Now if I let you go, do you promise not to scream or run away?" She nodded reluctantly, and he eased himself off her.
"I can't believe this…This can't be real," she mumbled to herself, holding her head in her hands. "You and Goku aliens…No…This is all a nightmare, I'll wake up and OUCH! Vegeta! Why the hell did you pinch me!?"
"So you felt it?"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"Its not a dream…and you're acting normal around me again," he said with a smirk. "See, still me." She gave him a funny look, then let a small smile creep onto her face.
"Yeah…I guess you're right…" she sighed heavily, still a bit shaky from all the new information. "So, about this bite?"
"I don't know…I'll have to ask my brother…He'd know."
"How about we go do that now? I'm not going to sleep tonight knowing all this stuff." Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders, then scooped her into his arms. "What the hell are you doing!??"
"Woman, as I explained I can fly. So just calm down and we'll be there in a few minutes."
"Fly!? With you!? I don't know Veg-" Before she could finished her sentence, he took off into the night sky, her clutching his neck and screaming at the top of her lungs. Little did they know they'd both be ten times more hysterical after they learned what the bite meant.
---Chapter 8!! Wow! I actually got it posted…Didn't think I was going to continue on with this fic. I just didn't like writing Vegeta and Goku as Saiyans in High School. I couldn't figure out how to do it right. But I think after reading some other fics, I'm on the right track. I hope I did it right…Eep! Give me suggestions!! Please! :P Oh and sorry to all of you who've when waiting for me to update. But you're lucky I even did, heehee! :D I hope you enjoyed it!! Who knows when the next chapter will be out…but its definitely not going to take as long to get out as this one did ^_^
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Next time: Bulma and Vegeta arrive at Vegeta's brother's house and get some life altering information.