Soory that it took me a few days to update this. I've had a huge project that I just completed so I should be updating every other day or every three days now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I jerked awake. I sat up and hit my clock. Why is my alarm clock going off an hour earlier then it should? Then I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I lifted my hands and looked at them. They were shaking so violently that I couldn't clutch them into fists. So it's true, I mused, what my teacher said about shock. Sets in after a half-day or so.
After I took a few deep breaths, I willed my hands to stop shaking. They did thankfully and I stood up and got dressed. I walked outside to the kitchen and pulled down the Bisquick. I began making the batter for waffles. It was the easiest mass-producing breakfast recipe I knew and I was pretty good at making them. I hummed to myself as I poured the batter in the waffle-maker and while I waited for the little light to turn on, I made bacon.
Suddenly, I had the creepiest feeling that I was being watched. I looked around but there was no one around. I shrugged it off due to the fact that I had a major project due today and I was nervous. OH SHIT, my mind wailed, OH FUCKING SHIT! THE PROJECT! I ran over to the counter and picked up the poster board that I had pasted everything on.
It was ruined. There was drool all over it. "Oh my Kami… I'm fucked…" I whispered and staggered over to the trashcan. I dropped the ruined project in it and took the waffle out of the waffle maker. I put in the next dollop of batter and closed the waffle maker.
Then, I marched over to a cage on a desk. "Hamps… you baka of a guinea pig. I'll kill you one of these days." I put another encyclopedia on top of the five others. That damn guinea pig was an escape artist and no matter what I did, he got out, wrecked havoc on something of mine, and went right back to his cage. I think he knew he was immune from my wrath because if I hurt him, my gutei would skin my alive.
I finished making all the other waffles and the bacon. I put it on the table and turned around to find Vegeta staring at me from the kitchen. I felt my skin crawl as he looked at me with his cold, expressionless, heartless, sexy, beautiful… Stop it. I warned myself and nodded to the Prince.
Vegeta was luckily the same height and build of my father so he could borrow his clothes until I took him shopping that afternoon. He had chosen jeans and a muscle shirt to wear to school and I nearly whistled when I first saw him.
My brother ran in and seated himself. "Good morning reishi! Good morning Vegeta-sama!" He put two waffles on his plate and five strips of bacon. He poured on a fountain of syrup and then dug in. I shook my head and served myself. Vegeta took the waffle plate and the bacon plate and began eating. I glared at his rudeness but remembered he would not care what an ikeike had to say about his manners.
When we all had finished, Vegeta looked at me. "Where's the other part?"
"What other part?" I asked him.
"Seconds." He said and his belly rumbled. I groaned and walked over to the fridge. I opened the freezer part of it and grabbed a quart of ice cream. I tossed it to him. He looked at it quizzically.
"Eat it. Haven't you ever heard of eating ice cream for breakfast?" I asked with a grin. His hot glare met my eyes and I turned to prepare for school.
After a few minutes, I heard a groan. I rushed into the dining room to find Vegeta rolling around on the floor, gripping his head and the ice cream on its side on the counter. I held my sides as I laughed harder then I had in weeks. Vegeta had had his first encounter with brain freeze. "It's okay, Vegeta." I chuckled, "Just eat it slower." I walked away laughing as the Saiyan no Ouji growled at my back.
By the time Zar had left on the bus a half hour later, Vegeta was done with the ice cream. He had taken a little longer then I had expected but I had had a few things to do so I didn't get impatient. "Come on Vegeta!" I said and walked out into the warm spring air. I adjusted my ball-cap and started walking to school. I looked behind me and didn't see Vegeta. "Vegeta?" I called out.
"Up here, ikeike." His taunting voice answered. I looked up and there he was, flying.
"Um, Vegeta? Listen, you can't fly as long as you're here."
"And why not?"
"Because people will freak and call the cops."
"I can destroy anyone who tries to stand up to me."
I felt like grabbing his throat and choking the arrogant bastard, "Just don't!" I wailed, feeling helpless. With a snort of disgust, Vegeta landed beside me.
"All right." We continued walking in uneasy silence.
Then, my thinking mind hit against an obstacle. "Er, Vegeta? What do I tell my teachers when they ask who you are?"
"I am Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, you baka!"
"They won't buy that." I thought for a moment, "How about you're my older broth…." That brought a frosty glare flying my way, "Ooooookay… Scratch that idea. How about…" I racked my mind for ideas and then got one. I had just watched 'Terminator 2' recently and that was what inspired me. "Uncle Bob!"
"No! I will not have some baka name like 'Bob'."
"All right." I pouted. Bob was one of my favorite names. "How about Harvey?"
"NO WAY!" he shouted at me.
"Fine! You suggest something!" I yelled back.
"Vegeta. I will be your," he grimaced, "Uncle Vegeta."
"Okay. They'll just think my grandparents are DBZ freaks." I said more to myself then to my 'uncle'.
When we arrived at school, Vegeta got a lot of looks from all the girls. My friend, Rachel, had to fight her way through the crowd to get to me. She looked Vegeta over appreciatively but then noticed his expression. He had the Vegeta smirk on. "Like what you see?" he asked her.
"Get lost!" Rachel shot back but he cheeks colored slightly. She then asked me, "Who's he? Your date or your older brother who you never told me about?"
"Neither. He's my uncle." I answered, "My uncle Vegeta." I could barely keep myself from smiling at the way that sounded.
"Uncle, huh?" she looked him over one more time as did many of the other girl who had heard me, "How old and fair game?"
"I'm twenty or so." Vegeta lied. Many of the girls smiled at him seductively.
Rachel prodded my side, "Fair game?" she repeated.
I looked at Vegeta then answered. I couldn't stand to be followed around by these girls my entire school week, "He's taken. Married."
"Awh." Rachel groaned slightly and a few of the girls left. I was surprised though that most of them stayed.
One of the girls who left was on the arm of her boyfriend and he asked her loudly, "What's he got that I don't?"
"A body that most guys would kill for. Including you." She answered, giving Vegeta one last look over her shoulder. The guy made a "pshaw" sound and left her to go to his class.
As we fought our way to my first class, English, I checked my watch. School's been going for five minutes now! "Oh my Kami!" I yelled and showed my watch to Rachel. She also screamed and we tore our way through the girls. We weren't making much headway when my 'uncle' decided to help us.
Vegeta roughly pushed me out of the way and began shoving the girls around us away. After the first few fell down and got a little hurt, the others quickly left. Rachel yelled her thanks as we all dashed to the class.
I think the only reason we didn't get detention was Vegeta.
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Don't worry, you'll be able to read Vegeta's , erm, encounter with the English teacher in the next chap. *lol* It'll be fun! *Vegeta glares at Jeril, knowing he's going to be ogled again*
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