*A dark voice booms over an intercom* Hello there people of the underworld. In order to take over the earth, we must UNITE! So I say to you, children of the underworld, UNITE! Wait a second…this isn't the dark leaders' conference…*cough* *pulls out ray gun* none of you heard that! *laughs evilly*
Sunny way…almost everyone is going to have sibling, and the names are probably going to be American. And I know that the last chapter was boring, but give me a break, come on. This one will have a lot more Goku and Krillin, ok? Good ^_^
~*~Schedule: Tuesday~*~
Name
1 Period
2 Period
3 Period
4 Period
LUNCH
5 Period
6 Period
7 Period
Bulma
French
Science
English
Study H.
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History
Reading
Art
Yamcha
French
Science
Math
Study H.
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History
English
Art
18
Spanish
English
Drama
Study H.
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Math
Reading
P.E.
Vegeta
French
Science
Math
Study H.
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Reading
History
Art
Krillin
Spanish
English
Drama
Study H.
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History
Math
P.E.
Goku
Spanish
Tutoring
History
Study H.
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Reading
Cooking
Art
Chi-chi
Spanish
English
History
Study H.
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Math
Reading
P.E.
Jen
French
Math
English
Study H.
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History
Reading
P.E.
"Bulma dear time to get up!"
"Already am Mom."
"Well come down for breakfast!"
Bulma rushed down to the kitchen, her naturally perfect aqua hair bouncing with every step she took as she jolted down the stairs.
"Morning mom, morning dad!" she said cheerfully, fully refreshed from a peaceful night of sleep.
"Good morning sweetie, sleep well?" asked Dr. Briefs, peering from behind the morning copy of the local newspaper.
"Yeah, I did. We were out pretty late though."
"Oh that's right you went out with Vegeta. I haven't seen that boy in so long. How is he?" Bulma's mom said, bustling around the kitchen, finishing up making breakfast.
"He's fine." Bulma said with a yawn. "I'm starving."
Mrs. Briefs set down a plate filled with bacon and eggs. "Here you go honey. Now where is your brother?" she said, mainly to herself. Bulma shrugged.
"TAMA! BREAKFAST IS READY!" Mrs. Briefs yelled.
A tall, dark-blue haired boy, slightly older then Bulma came down the stairs.
"Tama, there you are!" exclaimed Mrs. Briefs. "Hurry and eat or you'll be late for work."
He sat down and gobbled his breakfast down in under 2 minutes.
"Bye mom! Bye B-Chan!" he said as he kissed his mother and hugged his sister. "See you later!"
"Bye Tama!" Bulma yelled after him.
A car horn suddenly sounded.
"Bye mom! I got to go!" Bulma wolfed down the remaining piece of bacon and slurped up the bit of juice left in her crystal glass.
"Have a good day honey." Dr. Briefs said from behind his newspaper.
Bulma ran out the door just as the horn sounded again, swinging her backpack over her shoulder.
"I'm coming!" she yelled to no one in particular.
A second later she was out in the bright sunshine of West City, the cool morning breeze gently slapping her face. In the street, glimmering perfectly under the winter sun, was a now somewhat familiar blue car. "What took you so long?" Vegeta said, sounding rather annoyed.
"I was eating breakfast," Bulma replied simply, relaxing into the comfortable seat of the car.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and sped down the street to the school.
~*~Period One~*~
-French-
The electron blue car halted in front of the marble steps of Orange Star High, letting the girl in the passenger seat step out. "Thanks 'Geta! See you in French!" Bulma yelled as she jumped out the car.
Vegeta slowly pulled into the parking lot, trying to find a decent parking spot. His perfect vision spotted a car backing away, two feet from the school. Perfect. As he was turning into the spot, a red vehicle behind him sped up, racing into the slot first.
Vegeta screeched to a halt. His temper started to flare. He was prepared to knock whoever was in that car into the next dimension. The fact that it was Yamcha who stepped out of the car didn't help much either.
Slowly he started to pace towards Yamcha, but all of a sudden; he felt a pair of eyes on him. He wheeled around and saw two icy blue pinpricks next to a statue in front of the school. For some reason, the eyes seemed so familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. The thought sent chills through his marrow. Vegeta blinked once, and they were gone. Mentally shaking himself for being so worried over nothing, he decided Yamcha wasn't worth it and got back in his car, to find another parking spot.
"Hey Vegeta wait up!" a female voice said behind Vegeta. He slowed his pace so the speaker could catch up with him.
"H-how'd it g-go last night?" 18 panted. She pushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and laughed. She still couldn't believe Bulma and Vegeta were friends again...after what had happened so many years ago...
Vegeta gave her a weird look, as if she was an alien or something. "Fine, I guess." He sped up a bit to get to class.
"Are you two friends again?" 18 persisted. She also sped up, even though her class was in the opposite direction.
"Does that really concern you?" Vegeta asked right back. 18 knew that meant 'yes.' She smiled.
"Good. Well, see you in…um…study hall. Bye vegetable!" She laughed again and ran off to her Spanish class.
Vegeta glared after her until she was out of sight.
"Smile, it makes you look 10x better," a cheerful voice behind Vegeta said. He turned around. Seeing Goku made him all the angrier. Even though they were best friends, Vegeta liked to act as if he hated him.
"Kakarot are you gay now?" Vegeta asked mockingly.
"What?" Goku said, puzzled, topped off with his trademark confused look.
"Nothing..." Vegeta responded.
"Hey Vegeta," Goku started off. "Why do you always call me 'Kakarot'?" He looked genuinely interested, so Vegeta was forced to answer.
"Because it's your name, that's why." He said it as if it meant "good-bye", so Goku took the hint.
Goku sighed at his thickheaded friend. "Talk to you in study hall. Bye Vegeta!" At that he ran off towards his class.
"Kami, Kakarot and his wench are going to be my downfall." Vegeta thought to himself. At the rate he was going, class would be over by the time he got there. Not that he cared. Much.
"He's right you know. It does make you look better." Bulma said slyly behind him.
Vegeta jumped at her. He rolled his eyes and flashed an obviously fake smile at her.
"We'll work on it later. We're going to be late for French though, so come on." She took his hand and forced him to run all the way to class.
"Can't we just skip out though?" he protested. He tried slowing her down by digging his feet into the concrete walkways, but she just pulled him along more forcefully.
"Do you realize who you're asking to ditch class?" she asked.
"Fine," he mumbled, trudging behind her. It was pointless to argue with the onna. You could never win.
"Cheer up; it's only an hour long," she pointed out. But she suddenly frowned.
"What now woman?" Vegeta asked her, annoyed.
She glared at him, and then pointed to a corner of the class. Jen was sitting on Yamcha's lap, tracing the outline of his face with the tip of her finger. She started whispering to him, looking up a few times at Bulma's desk.
"Makes you sick doesn't it?" Vegeta said loudly. The events in the parking lot came back to him, and he was about to mention it, but the vision of the eyes came back to him, and sent that same chill through his body.
"Yes, it does. Kami, what I wouldn't do to punch her again." Bulma said, crossing her arms over her chest, giving her the air of an extremely annoyed person.
"What do you mean, again?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.
"Oh…um…when we were in the restaurant last night…I was washing my hands when she came in…I couldn't help it, it was too good an opportunity to pass up." She blushed and smirked at the same time, but felt a pang of guilt.
"Good job B-Chan," Vegeta said jokingly, half surprised at the answer. Bulma was never the violent type, although she did frequently threaten people.
"Thanks 'Geta," she said giggling. She blushed again and sat down as the teacher walked in.
"Okay class, settle down," the French teacher, Madame Ryan, said. "Please open your textbooks to page 432, on how to use adjectives. Do the work on the bottom and turn it in for a grade."
They all opened their textbooks to the assigned page and started work immediately.
"Hey, Bulma, let me copy your work," Vegeta whispered a few minutes into class.
"Non 'Geta, faire votre propre travail," she whispered back. (Translation: No 'Geta do your own work)
"Come on B-Chan, I don't know any of this! Please?" he said, giving her rare puppy dog eyes. Hey, anything to get out of doing work, right?
"Alright, but just this once. After that you're on your own."
"Merci," he said with a wink. She couldn't help but smile. 'He's so cute when he smiles' she thought to herself. 'Actually, he's cute all the time…Bulma! What are you thinking? This is annoying Vegeta you're talking about! He's your friend!' She shook her head to clear it.
She sighed before scooting over closer to Vegeta, so he could look at her bright pink notebook.
Vegeta gave her a weird look, before commenting, "Is everything about you pink?" He was referring to the pink gel pen doodling all over the pages of the notebook.
"Yes. But you know what? I'm getting you a tutor," she said teasingly, mockingly acting stern.
"Ok. Or you could just do it," he said in all seriousness, not taking his eyes off his work.
She stared blankly at him.
"I guess I could," she said hesitantly, wondering if he realized she was being sarcastic. But this doubt was confirmed when he said:
"Ok." She blinked. "What about Saturdays?" She blinked yet again. She was about to tell him she was just joking when Madame Ryan looked up from the novel she was reading.
"You two in the back, quiet!" Madame Ryan shouted. Everyone started laughing at Vegeta and Bulma.
Vegeta glared at Madame Ryan, Bulma just blushed.
"Sorry," she said quietly. She sat through the rest of the class silently, except for when she was called on to read from the textbook.
Half an hour later the bell rang. Everyone instantly got up with their books and headed towards the exit. Bulma wanted to ask Madame Ryan something, so Vegeta was going to wait for her outside the classroom. As she was walking towards the teacher's desk, someone grabbed her arm.
"Bulma, I need to talk to you," someone whispered urgently in her ear.
"Huh?" She looked around to see who was talking. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" she said as she glared into the eyes of Yamcha. He stuttered nervously at her mean tone.
"C-can we go o-over there?" he said, pointing to the main gardens outside of the classroom.
"No. Whatever you have to say, say it now." She said, turning towards the exit, trying to leave.
"Ok, ok, fine. Just listen for a minute, ok?" he asked pleadingly.
"I'll try," was her response.
"OK, here goes. I was wrong for what I did. I know I was unfaithful a couple times in the past-" Someone snorted. "A couple?" Vegeta asked amused. He had gotten impatient waiting for Bulma, and had come back in to see what was up.
"Butt out vegetable." Yamcha said coldly, trying to push him out the way.
Vegeta pushed him back, and was ready to punch Yamcha, but a slender hand stopped him.
"Vegeta, calm down, let's just see what he has to say," Bulma said, lowering Vegeta's fist. He growled and folded his arms in front of his chest.
"Ok Yamcha, continue." Bulma said, getting aggravated.
"I was unfaithful in the past, but please you have to give me another chance! Let me take you to the dance, please. Just give me one more chance." Though Bulma was a good foot shorter then him, he still cowered under her glower.
"You, YOU! expect ME to go back out with you?! I can't believe you!" She had never been angrier in her life! How dare him! This nearly did it for Vegeta. He took a threatening step towards Yamcha, but he was again stopped by Bulma.
"I can't go with you Yamcha, even if I wanted to. You see, I'm already going with Vegeta here." The clueless expression on both Yamcha and Vegeta's faces was priceless.
"What?" they both exclaimed at the same time. Bulma nudged Vegeta in the ribs. He got the painful hint, and continued their little act.
"Yeah, that's right." He straightened his posture to look as intimidating and important as he could. "You didn't know a good thing when you had it, buddy," Vegeta said, dragging out the 'buddy' part. Vegeta put his arm around Bulma and he walked her out the room.
Bulma giggled as they left an oblivious, baffled Yamcha.
Bulma blushed. "Sorry for putting you on the spot like that," she apologized to Vegeta. She wouldn't mind going to the dance with him, though.
"Don't worry about it." Vegeta said.
Bulma looked into his eyes. The emptiness that was usually there was replaced with a new emotion: thought. Or maybe it had been that Bulma just never took the time to actually appreciate them. She quickly looked away however as she noticed Vegeta looking back.
They walked through the crowded hallways to Bulma's locker. She turned the combination and opened the rusty door, then jammed her books into the small space that was unoccupied by books and other trivial objects. To her immense surprise, Vegeta also stuffed his books into the locker, not giving it a second thought.
Bulma gave him a weird look, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
They both slowly walked to the science lab, talking about how much they hated Yamcha, and how they could get him back, even if the ideas were outrageous. Bulma decided she would have to talk to Chi-chi and 18 at study hall about the dance.
-Meanwhile, in Spanish…-
Ah forget it; let's just skip ahead to 2nd period…:P
~*~Period Two~*~
-Science-
"God Vegeta, we have this class with Yamcha too," Bulma said, rather annoyed at the prospect of spending at least another half hour with Yamcha.
"Yay, I'm overjoyed." He said sarcastically.
"Good, you should be." Bulma said, just as mockingly.
"Let's just go and get this class over with." Vegeta said with a heavy sigh.
"Is it just me or do we have almost all our classes with him?" Bulma asked him as they walked towards the science lab.
"Don't remind me," Vegeta groaned. He stopped in front of a blue door and instructed Bulma to, "Wait here." He walked into the bathroom, leaving an angry Bulma outside.
"It's not like I would go in," she yelled. She crossed her arms and leaned against the water fountain.
"Hi Bulma," said a voice, a voice that belonged to the least welcome face in the world.
"What do you want Jen?" Bulma said angrily.
Jen suddenly burst into tears, very noisy, fake tears.
"Kuso Jen, shut up!" Bulma said, horrified at the scene the younger girl was making.
"Y-Yamcha b-broke up w-with me!" she wailed.
"'Bout time," Bulma said with a smirk.
"B-Bulma, I loved him!" Jen protested.
"So did I Jen! But then YOU came," Bulma said coldly.
"I know, and I'm sorry, but please! You could h-have any guy in this school, but the only one I want is Yamcha! Please help me!" She started crying even louder.
"No Jen. You don't understand. I hate you. Now go tell someone who cares." Bulma turned around so she didn't have to look at Jen's pathetic face.
"I thought you would understand Bulma!"
"I understand perfectly. I just don't care." Bulma was getting very mad by the time Vegeta came back.
"Let's go." He said, suspiciously looking at Jen.
"Yeah come on," Bulma said, grabbing his arm and hurrying away from Jen.
"What's her problem?" Vegeta asked.
"Yamcha broke up with her and she expects me to help her get him back."
"Um…ok…"
"Just- don't ask."
"Wasn't going to."
The bell rang just as they walked into the science lab.
"Miss Briefs and Mr. Ouji, would you mind taking your seats?" the teacher asked.
Yamcha was sitting in the middle front row, so of course, Vegeta and Bulma sat at the very back.
"If you have your permission slips, please raise your hands. Mary, please go around and collect them." The teacher ordered.
"Yes ma'am."
Only three people raised their hands.
"Class, may I remind you that this field trip is mandatory?" The teacher shook her head.
Bulma raised her hand.
"Yes Miss Briefs?"
"If the field trip is mandatory, then why do we need permission slips?"
"Um…pop quiz time! This will count as a grade!" the teacher said, hurriedly changing the subject.
Vegeta smirked at Bulma.
"What?" she said, also grinning.
He just shook his head with a laugh and took out a sheet of paper.
"Question One: How many-"
There were 10 questions in all, but the quiz took up nearly half the class. Vegeta of course peered over his shoulder at Bulma's answers, until she unintentionally blocked his view.
"Class, please trade papers with the person next to you."
Vegeta and Bulma traded papers. The teacher called out the answers; Bulma got a 10, and Vegeta got a 4.
Bulma shook her head. "Don't you ever study?"
"Nope" was his simple response.
"Ok class, I was joking. This will not count. But let this teach you a lesson. You should have developed good study habits by your senior year." She looked directly at Vegeta.
"I told you 'Geta," Bulma said with a smile.
"Shut up woman," he said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest again.
"BULMA. B-U-L-M-A!"
"Fine. Shut up Bulma."
"That's better. Not much, but better."
Vegeta sat back in his chair and put on his headphones right as the teacher started her lecture.
A few minutes later Bulma poked him painfully in the ribs.
"What?" he hissed at her, lowering his headphones to hear her.
"Say 24."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
"24" he said loudly.
"Very good Mr. Ouji," the teacher said.
"Huh?" Vegeta asked to Bulma.
"Maybe if you were listening you would know," she said.
"Whatever," was his response as he slipped his headset back on.
Not fast enough for Vegeta the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
-Meanwhile…in English…-
"Man, I hate English," Krillin groaned.
"I know what you mean," Chi-chi said, taking a sip of water from the water fountain.
"Krillin let's ditch," 18 asked her boyfriend.
"What, and leave me all alone?" Chi-chi exclaimed.
"We could get Goku out of tutoring too," 18 suggested.
Chi-chi sighed. How could she say no to one of her best friends? Plus seeing Goku would brighten her day a bit.
"All right, I'll ditch," she said. 18 grinned and they all rushed off towards the tutoring classrooms, Krillin and Chi-chi following close behind her.
Krillin sped up a bit to catch up with his girlfriend. "Exactly HOW are we supposed to get Goku out?" Krillin asked her.
"There is only one student per teacher, so it'll be easy. Plus I know Goku's teacher, Mr. Rio. He's only like 23 so he'll let him skip class. I hope."
Chi-chi sighed. She didn't see how this was going to work. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea...but as soon as she saw Goku she broke into an ear-splitting grin.
They walked into room 3-14, 18 in the lead.
"Son-Kun!" Chi-chi yelled as soon as they entered the classroom, running to give him a hug and a kiss.
"Hey Chi. W-what are you doing here?" Goku asked suspiciously, pulling his girl onto his lap.
"Hang on, you'll see," she said in a whispered response.
"Hey Dan," 18 said cheerfully to a cute guy, who looked to be in his early 20s.
"18! How are you?" Rio said brightly, putting down the sheet of paper he was studying.
"Good. Mr. Rio can we please get Goku out of class today?" she said hastily, fluttering her eyelashes. Goku just looked confused, as usual.
"18, you're in your senior year and still skipping class? You're worse than your brother; you know that, don't you?" Rio said teasingly. He mockingly battered his eyelashes, earning a smack on the head and a blush from 18.
"Please?" she pleaded.
Mr. Rio thought for a moment. "If Goku agrees to come tomorrow morning, an hour before school, he can go."
"Thank you so much Mr. Rio!" Chi-chi squealed happily.
"Hey, call me Dan. Mind, don't go around telling anyone about this."
"About your name being Dan?" Krillin asked puzzled.
"NO, about me letting you skip class."
"Oh," Krillin said, blushing slightly.
Chi-chi gave Dan a quick hug, before turning to walk out the door. "Thanks Dan! We got to go now, see you later!" 18 yelled, rushing out the class.
They walked outside, hoping no one would see them.
"I feel kind of bad, not getting B-Chan out too," Chi-chi said after they were in the gardens.
"Don't worry, I'm sure she's having the time of her life," 18 said, absentmindedly picking a pink flower and outing it behind her ear.
"What are you thinking about 18?" Krillin asked his girlfriend.
"Nothing. Hey what are we going to do for the next hour?" 18 replied.
"Well, it's kind of obvious what THEY are going to do," Krillin said, jerking his head towards Chi-chi and Goku, who were kissing underneath an oak tree.
"Yeah," 18 said, before doing the same to Krillin.
-Math…-
Only Jen is in this class, and no one likes her, right? Ok! *magically teleports you to 3rd period*
~*~Period Three~*~
-English- (Dun duh DUH! It's Bulma and Jen, together, for an hour, with no one else! The horror! The HORROR!)
"Hey Bulma," Jen said, smirking. She came and sat right next to Bulma.
Bulma closed her eyes, counting to ten, trying not to punch Jen.
"W-what Jen," she said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice.
"I just wanted to say hi," Jen said innocently. She added, "Are you sure you don't want to help me get Yamcha back?" in a voice that made Bulma raise a questioning eyebrow.
"Yes I'm sure, why?"
"Oh no reason…" Jen said suspiciously. "I was just thinking, since I won't be able to get Yamcha back without your help, I might be wasting my time. Maybe I should go after other prey." She said the last part in a whisper so low it sent chills down Bulma's spine.
"What are you up to Jen?" Bulma asked so loudly everyone stared at her.
"Miss Briefs, please control your voice!" the teacher said, dropping his chalk on the ground on mistake.
"I'm sorry," she said blushing. She turned back towards Jen, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Jen, WHAT are you up to?" Bulma asked again, but in a lower tone.
"Me? Oh, absolutely nothing. Don't worry your pretty little head off." She winked and took a seat towards the back of the class.
~ ~**What is Jen up to??? Hmm…this would be an evil cliffy…**~~
-Math- (OH NO! JUST Vegeta and Yamcha! Worse than Jen and Bulma, let me tell you…)
Vegeta looked over at Yamcha as he walked in.
'Pathetic idiot,' he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, in Yamcha's head…
'Vegeta has no idea. Jen is a good actress too...too bad she doesn't know the truth. Bulma, you'll be mine again soon, don't worry,' he thought evilly to himself.
Vegeta wondered if he should really go to the dance with Bulma. Would she even want to? Why would she, he had the brains of a monkey, plus she was his best friend, and she could also get any guy she wanted. Vegeta could probably get any girl too, but he would just play them a day later, so the girls were starting to get suspicious of him.
He knew what he must do. He needed 18. He would talk to her soon, maybe in study hall.
He sighed and put on his headphones. This was going to be a long day.
He was in the middle of singing his favorite song in his head when someone tapped his shoulder.
"Vegeta class was over 2 minutes ago," the teacher said. He held out his hand. "You know the rules. Hand them over."
Vegeta glared furiously at the teacher. Reluctantly he slowly passed them over into the hands of the teacher.
"You may have them back at the end of the school year," the teacher said quickly, and rather quietly.
"WHAT?" Vegeta yelled. The teacher cowered under Vegeta's rage.
"D-did I say end of the year? W-what I meant was end of this week!"
Vegeta growled and walked out the class. The teacher let out a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair.
"That boy needs some anger management; yep…at least he has Miss Briefs to set him straight…"
-In Drama…-
"Today class, we will be picking parts for Romeo and Juliet."
Everyone cheered and clapped at this.
"Yes, yes I know. All girls who are trying out for Juliet please line up now. Any guys who would like to be Romeo pair off with a Juliet and get in line."
At once at least a dozen guys came up by 18, and Krillin was forcefully shoved to the back of the crowd.
"What a selection," 18 said loudly enough for Krillin to hear. She pushed the guys aside and grabbed Krillin's hand, and they pushed into fourth place in line.
"First, we have Miss Bri and Mr. Bryant. Please, go ahead dears." The drama teacher instructed.
They went through their scene smoothly, making barely any mistakes.
"Very good. Next we have a Mr. Gotenks and a Miss Raurenu."
This pair also went through their scene very well.
"Third are Miss Carmen and Mr. Melvin." These two made one big mistake; when they went to kiss hey bumped heads and Melvin fell off the stage.
"Miss 18 (lots of claps) and Mr. Krillin, you're up." The teacher smiled and watched as 18 performed the scene flawlessly, but she noticed that Krillin had a big case of stage fright.
"A-and thus with a kiss, I die," Krillin said, kissing 18. Everybody clapped at the wonderful performance and Krillin jumped off the stage almost immediately. (A/n: I never read Romeo and Juliet, so I don't even know if that's a real line or not o.0)
18 smirked and took a bow.
The rest of the class auditioned until the bell rang.
"The rest of you will try-out next time, and I shall hopefully have the list of actors put up before Christmas break. See you soon!"
Everyone left the class as noisily as they had entered, chatting about who would be a perfect Romeo, because they all knew that 18 would be Juliet. And quite frankly, she thought so to. Krillin felt about a foot shorter then he actually was. Why did he ever let 18 talk him into drama class??
~*~Study Hall! Wh00t!~*~
Bulma slumped into a comfortable black seat in a corner, putting her hands in her face, as she usually did when she was in deep thought.
A minute later everyone else walked in, and seeing her strange posture, they knew at once it had something to do with Yamcha. Chi-chi took the seat directly next to her, a blue cushioned swivel chair.
18 gently touched Bulma's shoulder, making her start. She looked around at them, before saying, "She's up to something. Something bad, I know."
Everyone gave her a curios look, but it was Chi-chi who voiced what everyone was thinking-
"Who's up to what dear?"
Bulma shook her head of aqua hair. "Jen, but I don't know what. That's what's so...wrong!...about it."
Krillin put the backside of his hand gently to her forehead, checking her temperature. "You feel kind of warm B-Chan. Are you sure you're feeling ok?"
She replied, "Yeah. Well...I dunno. Maybe it's just something I ate that's got me so...uneasy." She sighed and leaned back into the chair.
After that, there was a moment of awkward silence until Goku unintentionally changed the subject.
"I wonder what's for lunch. Man I'm starved!" Right on cue, his stomach gave a tremendous growl, and everyone within hearing range laughed at his childish antics. Even Bulma managed a small giggle.
Throughout the study period, they were for the most part silent. And though he had many opportunities to do so, Vegeta never managed to muster up enough courage to ask 18 about helping him get Bulma to go to the dance with him.
~*~Ok yah, kinda short, but I'm totally blocked, and I have lots of studying to do. I want to get this posted, and maybe I'll write some more and repost this chappie later, I swear, on all that is holy and chocolate, that I will never take this long to write a chapter again. Sayonara! ~*~
