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______________________________________CHAPTER SIX: Chair-lift Capers
Sunday morning found Bulma rushing out the front door with a wary eye on her father's security cameras and a tight grip on the front of her jacket. She could only hope that her father would not notice her snowboarding pants and boots. He was not a fan of anything that had the potential of injury, especially where his precious only daughter was involved. With a final glance back at her house, she hurried down the street where a red sports car awaited her. With a sigh of relief, she ducked in and flashed Vejita an unusually cheery smile.
"What's got you so slap-happy today?" Vejita snarled in reply. "Its a Sunday morning, cut the shit already!"
Bulma's grin never faltered. "Well, not only do I now have a clear, orderly state of mind going on, but I was able to find us some entertainment." She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out two e-tickets. "Word on the street is that the mountain is open today, and we'll want to get there early so we get the best boards, of course." She nodded in the direction of the local ski place and tapped the dashboard of the purring car. "Come on, it'll be great."
"Sounds like a waste of time to me," Vejita retorted. "Too many security people."
"Oh come on, Vejita," Bulma nagged. "Its common knowledge that you are the best boarder around. I want to see if its true." She grinned mischeviously. "You aren't scared that you'll make an ass of yourself, are you?"
"I won't be fooled with your empty challenges, woman." Nevertheless, Vejita shifted into gear and surged forward in the direction of the mountain. "Its my snowboarding prowess thats motivating this little trip. And the only person who's going to be making an ass of themself is YOU."
Bulma shook her head. "You may think so, but snowboarding is an excellent social activity. I'm actually getting better than Goku." Her expression darkened suddenly. "Not that I'll be having much chance for comparision anymore."
Vejita did not reply. Instead he observed his companion out of the corner of his eyes. She wore a cute little purple hat over her loose, straight hair, a black ski jacket, black snowboarding pants, and a pair of purple boots that matched her hat. She was, of course, wearing light makeup. The usually unshakable guy had been very surprised when Bulma had called his house early that morning to inform him that he was to pick her up at 9:00 sharp because they were going for a little 'adventure'. It was an offer he could not refuse, though he had feigned reluctance quite successfully. The truth was, he was growing to enjoy her company more and more, and her flawless looks were definitely something he had taken to looking forward to.
"And don't worry about tight security," Bulma nonchalantly added. "On the advanced slope there are never many people around--nobody that works there, anyway. There will plenty of opprotunity for you to make some trouble, trust me."
They spent the rest of the short car trip in silence. Bulma stared out the window, wondering just what had possessed her to actually CALL Vejita and invite him along snowboarding, while Vejita alternated between watching the road and fighting off the effects Bulma's flowery perfume was having on him. When they found a reasonable parking space, he slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car, always eager to participate in one of his peak sports. Bulma hurried to catch up.
"You should have told me where we were going, you idiot!" Vejita protested. "Then I could have spared myself the experience of riding somebody else's shitty old board."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Boo-hoo! I've never been here without Chichi moaning and groaning behind me every step of the way, and I plan to make the most of it."
"Must you include HER in everything you say?"
"I'm sorry, but she was my fucking BEST FRIEND until yesterday, so its kinda hard not to." Bulma slammed open the door of the building. "Must YOU be so irritable? We're about to do one of your favorite things, for God's sake."
Vejita had to smirk at her attitude. He had no chance to reply, however, because at that moment they arrived at the counter and were given the opprotunity to choose from one of many 'shitty old boards'. Bulma, not unexpectedly, chose a purple one and Vejita, also not surprisingly, chose a black and red one that was, according to him, 'the least shitty board they have in this dump'. They immediately headed for the advanced slope, where, as Bulma had predicted, was nearly deserted. Only a few preteen show-offs were present, and the wheels in Vejita's devious mind began to turn at the sight of them. The easy targets also caught the attention of Bulma, who resented their lusty stares in her direction. She was so engrossed in her thinking that she was taken completely by surprise when Vejita adjusted his position and proceeded down the mountain, leaving Bulma to hurry hastily after him.
True to the rumors, Vejita was an extremely skilled snowboarder, and it was all Bulma could do to keep up, let alone match the many tricks and flourishes Vejita added to his riding. He only looked back once, and that was just to be sure that she wasn't sliding down the mountain on her ass instead of on her board. She gestured for him to slow down, and when he flipped her off, stopped suddenly and left him to go down the remaining part of the slope alone. Vejita, however, stopped almost the moment she did.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted up to her angrily. "We were having a good run, woman, and then you STOP?!"
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "YOU were having a good run! If you would have glanced back ONCE, you would have seen ME struggling to keep up!" Carefully, she made her way down beside him and pushed her goggles back up into her hair so she could look at him. "What is it, you don't love me anymore?" She batted her eyelashes jokingly up at the expressionless Vejita. When Vejita did not answer, she narrowed her eyes, but wisely did not say anything more.
"Let's go," Vejita insisted tersely. "Its fucking COLD out here."
Bulma watched as he went ahead, staring after him hopelessly. It was starting to look as if she had a lot to learn about her dark companion. "Here we go again." After a quick sigh, she hurried off after him once again.
She reached the bottom of the mountain about three minutes after Vejita did, thanks to an unlucky incident involving the nose of her snowboard and a rather large pine tree, and found him observing the same group of younger kids with a decided interest. She unstrapped herself from the board and went to his side.
"Easy prey, huh?"
Vejita nodded. "I'm thinking that they're about to have a chance encounter with the chair lift."
Bulma giggled quietly. "And just how are we going to lure them back up the mountain again?"
"We?" Vejita looked down at the unsuspecting Bulma with an unusual twinkle in his black eyes. "Not this time, woman..."
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Bulma shed her jacket, revealing the curve-hugging turtleneck she was wearing underneath, and sauntered over to where the group of three preteen boys that were arguing about whether they should go for another run or not. The tallest one seemed to be the ringleader of the group, and was strongly opposed to the idea. But when Bulma approached them with her board in tow, his opinion seemed to change--and rather quickly.
"Hello boys," she purred, putting her hands on her hips and offering a sultry smile. "Care to join me and my friend for one last run?" At their dumbfounded expressions, her lips curled into a smirk. "I promise that it'll be...worth your while."
"S-s-sure!" the ringleader agreed. His companions seemed to have no protests.
Bulma turned and sashayed over to where Vejita was impatiently waiting with a smoldering glare. To keep the boys from getting too forward, she looped an arm around Vejita's waist and gave a little squeeze. "We'd LOVE to have you boys along!"
Vejita glowered beneath the cool expression he was forced to maintain. While he was most definitely looking forward to the rewarding prank ahead, he wasn't at all sure that he liked Bulma flirting so freely with anyone else but...well, anyone. Since he was by no means a shy person, he welcomed Bulma's supposed staged action and returned the favor by pulling her ever so much closer. The warmth coming from her tiny little body was welcomed with a small flicker of a smirk, most of which he held back. He cast a sideways look over towards where the three boys were following them like ducklings, with all of their attention focused on Bulma, who was completely engrossed in her act, of course. The chair-lift loomed ahead.
"You don't mind if we head for the tallest slope, do you?" Bulma pleaded with wide, falsely-innocent eyes. "We need some pointers, and I'm SURE that YOU could help us with THAT."
Vejita resisted the urge to vomit all over his boots. "Speak for yourself, woman," he muttered under his breath. Bulma, however, overheard and elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "Oh yes, POINTERS. Gotta love 'em..." After seeing the boys' eyes light up, he silently reminded himself never to plan another prank where he had to act inferior to the victims in any way, shape, or form.
They stepped onto the chair-lift without much trouble. Bulma ended up across from Vejita instead of next to him, which would have been ideal, but the boys were starting to develop minds of their own and had rushed ahead of Vejita, who almost lost it at that point. Bulma shot him a sideways glare when he gave them dirty looks and flipped her hair over her shoulder, which caught all of the boys' attention pretty quick.
"So, what are your names?" she asked lightly, twisting a strand of hair around her finger and snapping her gum. Hey, it worked in the movies! "I bet that we're all gonna have sooo much fun!" Vejita rolled his eyes at her feigned ditziness, but she didn't notice.
One of them spoke up. "I'm Nathan, a-and that's Brian, and he's Steve!"
"Aww, those are very cute names!" Bulma gushed. "My name is Lindsey, and his name is uh...Vin." She giggled inwardly at the impromptu name, and also at how ironic the comparison between Vejita and the uh, REAL Vin was. (A/N: Sorry, I'm a HUGE fan!) The irritated frown on Vejita's face confirmed this. "But since like, all my friends call me Linz, then I guess you guys can too, kay?"
They didn't get a chance to reply, because it was at that moment that the chair-lift suddenly jolted to a sudden stop, sending Bulma into the lap of Vejita who, under any other circumstances, wouldn't have minded much. Bulma jumped up and back into her seat, her expression confused and a bit dazed.
"What the hell was THAT?" she demanded, letting a bit of her real personality show through. Realizing her mistake, she groaned and crossed her arms. "Dammit! Why can't something go RIGHT for a change?!"
The boys, suddenly realizing that their beloved 'Linz' was in fact, false, gave each other worried looks and huddled a little bit closer to each other. Vejita ran a hand through his hair in frustration and suddenly got to his feet.
"Okay, show's over!" he shouted, gesturing angrily. "Snowboards on, pants off!"
The three stared, puzzled, at Vejita for a few tense moments before comprehending. The 'leader' of the small group swallowed the impeding vomit that threatened to spill over and obeyed. His two friends were quick to follow his example, and in no time Bulma and Vejita had three preteen boys in their boxers to reckon with. After making sure that their boards were securing fastened, the two instructed them to lodge their snowboards between the openings in the floor of the chair-lift and soon enough they were dangling, head-first, high above the snow-covered mountain below, fighting off frightened tears with all that they had.
In regards to their dilemma, Bulma gripped Vejita's arm in sudden panic. "Oh my God! We're STUCK up here! If we get caught, they're will be hell to pay."
But Vejita had already analyzed THIS situation. "This is simple enough. We're only what, sixty feet above the ground?" He leaned out of the chair-lift precariously, mentally judging the situation.
"What do you think?" Bulma asked anxiously. "Oh shit, this is the first time something's gone wrong, and look at how horrible it is! This had BETTER not become a pattern, Vejita, or else I'll--"
She was not given a chance to go on because just then Vejita wrapped his arms around her waist and flung himself off of the chair-lift, bringing Bulma along for the terrifying ride. Much to his amusement, she screamed the entire way down. Luckily for them, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and Vejita was on the bottom. Bulma remained in her fallen position astride Vejita for a few moments, regaining her composure. The slightly disoriented Vejita studied her through narrowed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were still wide in surprise and fear, though they were partly hidden behind a curtain of disheveled hair. He fought back the urge to reach out and touch her.
"Holy--shit..." Bulma stammered between breaths. She paid no attention to the fact that she was still straddled over Vejita's waist. "Vejita--if--you--ever--do--that to me--again--I'll--be forced--to do something...that you are really--REALLY going--to regret."
"Oh really?" Vejita challenged. "Like what, deliver a nice little bitchslap?"
Bulma leaned back for a moment to brush her hair out of her face, then leaned towards Vejita again, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation. "I can't be sure, but I just might kiss you." Much to Vejita's surprise, he suddenly found himself kissing Bulma Briefs, the previously unattainable trophy-girl of Pineridge High School. When it finally ended, Bulma rolled off of her partner in crime and lay on her back in the snow, hardly believing what had just happened. Vejita remained still beside her, also unsure of what to do or say next.
In the distance, three half-naked boys dangled by their snowboards from the chair-lift (now back running again), heading back towards the main building, where the usual crowd of weekend snowboarders awaited them.
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(A/N): Awww, its brutal to see that thin black line, isn't it folks? Mwhahahhahhahaaa, how I LOVE a good cliffhanger. Its the essence of every fanfiction, truly. Don't you agree? Haha anyway this story is starting to move along quite nicely. I'm thinking maybe another five or six chapters, then Rhapsody's got another one in the bag! Woo-hoo! Of course, it isn't as easy as I'm pretending its going to be, but let me dream people, let me dream. I've developed quite an interesting idea for my next story, and its something that I've honestly never even thought of trying before. E-mail me for details, I'd love some more opinions! I would post the idea here, but there are so many idea-hungry people out there, I'd be too scared that somebody would snatch it up and call it their own! I've seen it done, so believe me, it happens! All that I can tell you is that its gonna be another B/V (Sorry its all that I can bear to write! LoL!), and that its gonna take place in a VERY A/U-ish (Haha, new word!) setting, and plot is gonna be pretty far out, but I think that you'll all enjoy it. Wow, I'm going to STOP blabbing now, and leave you with this final message: REVIEW PEOPLE!!!!!!!!! ITS WHY I DO THIS! BOOST AN EGO, WHY DON'T YOU?!! Ahem...umm....yeah...please review.... ^___^;;
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______________________________________CHAPTER SIX: Chair-lift Capers
Sunday morning found Bulma rushing out the front door with a wary eye on her father's security cameras and a tight grip on the front of her jacket. She could only hope that her father would not notice her snowboarding pants and boots. He was not a fan of anything that had the potential of injury, especially where his precious only daughter was involved. With a final glance back at her house, she hurried down the street where a red sports car awaited her. With a sigh of relief, she ducked in and flashed Vejita an unusually cheery smile.
"What's got you so slap-happy today?" Vejita snarled in reply. "Its a Sunday morning, cut the shit already!"
Bulma's grin never faltered. "Well, not only do I now have a clear, orderly state of mind going on, but I was able to find us some entertainment." She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out two e-tickets. "Word on the street is that the mountain is open today, and we'll want to get there early so we get the best boards, of course." She nodded in the direction of the local ski place and tapped the dashboard of the purring car. "Come on, it'll be great."
"Sounds like a waste of time to me," Vejita retorted. "Too many security people."
"Oh come on, Vejita," Bulma nagged. "Its common knowledge that you are the best boarder around. I want to see if its true." She grinned mischeviously. "You aren't scared that you'll make an ass of yourself, are you?"
"I won't be fooled with your empty challenges, woman." Nevertheless, Vejita shifted into gear and surged forward in the direction of the mountain. "Its my snowboarding prowess thats motivating this little trip. And the only person who's going to be making an ass of themself is YOU."
Bulma shook her head. "You may think so, but snowboarding is an excellent social activity. I'm actually getting better than Goku." Her expression darkened suddenly. "Not that I'll be having much chance for comparision anymore."
Vejita did not reply. Instead he observed his companion out of the corner of his eyes. She wore a cute little purple hat over her loose, straight hair, a black ski jacket, black snowboarding pants, and a pair of purple boots that matched her hat. She was, of course, wearing light makeup. The usually unshakable guy had been very surprised when Bulma had called his house early that morning to inform him that he was to pick her up at 9:00 sharp because they were going for a little 'adventure'. It was an offer he could not refuse, though he had feigned reluctance quite successfully. The truth was, he was growing to enjoy her company more and more, and her flawless looks were definitely something he had taken to looking forward to.
"And don't worry about tight security," Bulma nonchalantly added. "On the advanced slope there are never many people around--nobody that works there, anyway. There will plenty of opprotunity for you to make some trouble, trust me."
They spent the rest of the short car trip in silence. Bulma stared out the window, wondering just what had possessed her to actually CALL Vejita and invite him along snowboarding, while Vejita alternated between watching the road and fighting off the effects Bulma's flowery perfume was having on him. When they found a reasonable parking space, he slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car, always eager to participate in one of his peak sports. Bulma hurried to catch up.
"You should have told me where we were going, you idiot!" Vejita protested. "Then I could have spared myself the experience of riding somebody else's shitty old board."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Boo-hoo! I've never been here without Chichi moaning and groaning behind me every step of the way, and I plan to make the most of it."
"Must you include HER in everything you say?"
"I'm sorry, but she was my fucking BEST FRIEND until yesterday, so its kinda hard not to." Bulma slammed open the door of the building. "Must YOU be so irritable? We're about to do one of your favorite things, for God's sake."
Vejita had to smirk at her attitude. He had no chance to reply, however, because at that moment they arrived at the counter and were given the opprotunity to choose from one of many 'shitty old boards'. Bulma, not unexpectedly, chose a purple one and Vejita, also not surprisingly, chose a black and red one that was, according to him, 'the least shitty board they have in this dump'. They immediately headed for the advanced slope, where, as Bulma had predicted, was nearly deserted. Only a few preteen show-offs were present, and the wheels in Vejita's devious mind began to turn at the sight of them. The easy targets also caught the attention of Bulma, who resented their lusty stares in her direction. She was so engrossed in her thinking that she was taken completely by surprise when Vejita adjusted his position and proceeded down the mountain, leaving Bulma to hurry hastily after him.
True to the rumors, Vejita was an extremely skilled snowboarder, and it was all Bulma could do to keep up, let alone match the many tricks and flourishes Vejita added to his riding. He only looked back once, and that was just to be sure that she wasn't sliding down the mountain on her ass instead of on her board. She gestured for him to slow down, and when he flipped her off, stopped suddenly and left him to go down the remaining part of the slope alone. Vejita, however, stopped almost the moment she did.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted up to her angrily. "We were having a good run, woman, and then you STOP?!"
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "YOU were having a good run! If you would have glanced back ONCE, you would have seen ME struggling to keep up!" Carefully, she made her way down beside him and pushed her goggles back up into her hair so she could look at him. "What is it, you don't love me anymore?" She batted her eyelashes jokingly up at the expressionless Vejita. When Vejita did not answer, she narrowed her eyes, but wisely did not say anything more.
"Let's go," Vejita insisted tersely. "Its fucking COLD out here."
Bulma watched as he went ahead, staring after him hopelessly. It was starting to look as if she had a lot to learn about her dark companion. "Here we go again." After a quick sigh, she hurried off after him once again.
She reached the bottom of the mountain about three minutes after Vejita did, thanks to an unlucky incident involving the nose of her snowboard and a rather large pine tree, and found him observing the same group of younger kids with a decided interest. She unstrapped herself from the board and went to his side.
"Easy prey, huh?"
Vejita nodded. "I'm thinking that they're about to have a chance encounter with the chair lift."
Bulma giggled quietly. "And just how are we going to lure them back up the mountain again?"
"We?" Vejita looked down at the unsuspecting Bulma with an unusual twinkle in his black eyes. "Not this time, woman..."
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Bulma shed her jacket, revealing the curve-hugging turtleneck she was wearing underneath, and sauntered over to where the group of three preteen boys that were arguing about whether they should go for another run or not. The tallest one seemed to be the ringleader of the group, and was strongly opposed to the idea. But when Bulma approached them with her board in tow, his opinion seemed to change--and rather quickly.
"Hello boys," she purred, putting her hands on her hips and offering a sultry smile. "Care to join me and my friend for one last run?" At their dumbfounded expressions, her lips curled into a smirk. "I promise that it'll be...worth your while."
"S-s-sure!" the ringleader agreed. His companions seemed to have no protests.
Bulma turned and sashayed over to where Vejita was impatiently waiting with a smoldering glare. To keep the boys from getting too forward, she looped an arm around Vejita's waist and gave a little squeeze. "We'd LOVE to have you boys along!"
Vejita glowered beneath the cool expression he was forced to maintain. While he was most definitely looking forward to the rewarding prank ahead, he wasn't at all sure that he liked Bulma flirting so freely with anyone else but...well, anyone. Since he was by no means a shy person, he welcomed Bulma's supposed staged action and returned the favor by pulling her ever so much closer. The warmth coming from her tiny little body was welcomed with a small flicker of a smirk, most of which he held back. He cast a sideways look over towards where the three boys were following them like ducklings, with all of their attention focused on Bulma, who was completely engrossed in her act, of course. The chair-lift loomed ahead.
"You don't mind if we head for the tallest slope, do you?" Bulma pleaded with wide, falsely-innocent eyes. "We need some pointers, and I'm SURE that YOU could help us with THAT."
Vejita resisted the urge to vomit all over his boots. "Speak for yourself, woman," he muttered under his breath. Bulma, however, overheard and elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "Oh yes, POINTERS. Gotta love 'em..." After seeing the boys' eyes light up, he silently reminded himself never to plan another prank where he had to act inferior to the victims in any way, shape, or form.
They stepped onto the chair-lift without much trouble. Bulma ended up across from Vejita instead of next to him, which would have been ideal, but the boys were starting to develop minds of their own and had rushed ahead of Vejita, who almost lost it at that point. Bulma shot him a sideways glare when he gave them dirty looks and flipped her hair over her shoulder, which caught all of the boys' attention pretty quick.
"So, what are your names?" she asked lightly, twisting a strand of hair around her finger and snapping her gum. Hey, it worked in the movies! "I bet that we're all gonna have sooo much fun!" Vejita rolled his eyes at her feigned ditziness, but she didn't notice.
One of them spoke up. "I'm Nathan, a-and that's Brian, and he's Steve!"
"Aww, those are very cute names!" Bulma gushed. "My name is Lindsey, and his name is uh...Vin." She giggled inwardly at the impromptu name, and also at how ironic the comparison between Vejita and the uh, REAL Vin was. (A/N: Sorry, I'm a HUGE fan!) The irritated frown on Vejita's face confirmed this. "But since like, all my friends call me Linz, then I guess you guys can too, kay?"
They didn't get a chance to reply, because it was at that moment that the chair-lift suddenly jolted to a sudden stop, sending Bulma into the lap of Vejita who, under any other circumstances, wouldn't have minded much. Bulma jumped up and back into her seat, her expression confused and a bit dazed.
"What the hell was THAT?" she demanded, letting a bit of her real personality show through. Realizing her mistake, she groaned and crossed her arms. "Dammit! Why can't something go RIGHT for a change?!"
The boys, suddenly realizing that their beloved 'Linz' was in fact, false, gave each other worried looks and huddled a little bit closer to each other. Vejita ran a hand through his hair in frustration and suddenly got to his feet.
"Okay, show's over!" he shouted, gesturing angrily. "Snowboards on, pants off!"
The three stared, puzzled, at Vejita for a few tense moments before comprehending. The 'leader' of the small group swallowed the impeding vomit that threatened to spill over and obeyed. His two friends were quick to follow his example, and in no time Bulma and Vejita had three preteen boys in their boxers to reckon with. After making sure that their boards were securing fastened, the two instructed them to lodge their snowboards between the openings in the floor of the chair-lift and soon enough they were dangling, head-first, high above the snow-covered mountain below, fighting off frightened tears with all that they had.
In regards to their dilemma, Bulma gripped Vejita's arm in sudden panic. "Oh my God! We're STUCK up here! If we get caught, they're will be hell to pay."
But Vejita had already analyzed THIS situation. "This is simple enough. We're only what, sixty feet above the ground?" He leaned out of the chair-lift precariously, mentally judging the situation.
"What do you think?" Bulma asked anxiously. "Oh shit, this is the first time something's gone wrong, and look at how horrible it is! This had BETTER not become a pattern, Vejita, or else I'll--"
She was not given a chance to go on because just then Vejita wrapped his arms around her waist and flung himself off of the chair-lift, bringing Bulma along for the terrifying ride. Much to his amusement, she screamed the entire way down. Luckily for them, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and Vejita was on the bottom. Bulma remained in her fallen position astride Vejita for a few moments, regaining her composure. The slightly disoriented Vejita studied her through narrowed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were still wide in surprise and fear, though they were partly hidden behind a curtain of disheveled hair. He fought back the urge to reach out and touch her.
"Holy--shit..." Bulma stammered between breaths. She paid no attention to the fact that she was still straddled over Vejita's waist. "Vejita--if--you--ever--do--that to me--again--I'll--be forced--to do something...that you are really--REALLY going--to regret."
"Oh really?" Vejita challenged. "Like what, deliver a nice little bitchslap?"
Bulma leaned back for a moment to brush her hair out of her face, then leaned towards Vejita again, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation. "I can't be sure, but I just might kiss you." Much to Vejita's surprise, he suddenly found himself kissing Bulma Briefs, the previously unattainable trophy-girl of Pineridge High School. When it finally ended, Bulma rolled off of her partner in crime and lay on her back in the snow, hardly believing what had just happened. Vejita remained still beside her, also unsure of what to do or say next.
In the distance, three half-naked boys dangled by their snowboards from the chair-lift (now back running again), heading back towards the main building, where the usual crowd of weekend snowboarders awaited them.
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(A/N): Awww, its brutal to see that thin black line, isn't it folks? Mwhahahhahhahaaa, how I LOVE a good cliffhanger. Its the essence of every fanfiction, truly. Don't you agree? Haha anyway this story is starting to move along quite nicely. I'm thinking maybe another five or six chapters, then Rhapsody's got another one in the bag! Woo-hoo! Of course, it isn't as easy as I'm pretending its going to be, but let me dream people, let me dream. I've developed quite an interesting idea for my next story, and its something that I've honestly never even thought of trying before. E-mail me for details, I'd love some more opinions! I would post the idea here, but there are so many idea-hungry people out there, I'd be too scared that somebody would snatch it up and call it their own! I've seen it done, so believe me, it happens! All that I can tell you is that its gonna be another B/V (Sorry its all that I can bear to write! LoL!), and that its gonna take place in a VERY A/U-ish (Haha, new word!) setting, and plot is gonna be pretty far out, but I think that you'll all enjoy it. Wow, I'm going to STOP blabbing now, and leave you with this final message: REVIEW PEOPLE!!!!!!!!! ITS WHY I DO THIS! BOOST AN EGO, WHY DON'T YOU?!! Ahem...umm....yeah...please review.... ^___^;;
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