It was lunch, finally. I staggered into the cafeteria and held my head to try to stop its pounding. Vegeta just had to insult every single teacher that he met and in my rush to get to the last class, I had forgotten that Mr. Eveans was attracted to men. Kami, kill me! I feel like running off a cliff right now. That would be preferable to this hell! "Ikeike, where's the food?" Vegeta snarled at me.
"Look's like there no cliff to run to…" I mumbled to myself and pulled out my wallet.
"What did you say?" Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing," I said with a sigh. I had fifty bucks. I wasn't sure if that was enough to feed both Vegeta and I. Kami, I felt like I could eat an elephant! I looked at Vegeta, "Listen. The budget's fifty and we have to feed both you and I. Luckily, they let us seniors leave campus to eat."
"Why don't we eat here?" Vegeta looked around the cafeteria.
"Here! I'll show you!" I dragged him over to the counter and made him look at the food they served. It was a noxious green color and it oozed around the plate.
"It's… it's moving…" Vegeta stuttered.
"Yeah! You still want to eat here?" I said in a cheerful, sarcastic voice.
"Let's go!" Vegeta walked out of the cafeteria with me trailing him. Before we could leave the building though, we were stopped by Vice Principal Burn. There goes my week, I thought to myself desolately.
"Bouke!" Mr. Burn barked, "Can you please explain the disturbance that has been occurring in every one of your classes?"
"Eheh. Uh, well… you see Mr. Burn… the day's been a little…" I struggled to grasp for the right words.
"I'm waiting!" Mr. Burn's face was getting redder by the minutes and his nose hairs were protruding from his nose at least an inch.
"My uncle's the source of all the problems, sir." I said in a rush.
"Where's your uncle?" Mr. Burn looked around.
"Right behind you, sir." Mr. Burn turned around and looked down. Yep, Mr. Burn was about a foot taller then Vegeta and he seemed enjoy that fact.
"So, you're the one behind all this?" Mr. Burn said in an accusatory tone.
"Well, if you didn't have weaklings and whores for teachers here, there wouldn't be a problem." Vegeta shot back. I giggled slightly. That was not true. Vegeta would insult anyone, even if they were stronger then him.
Mr. Burn and Vegeta glanced at me quickly and then looked back at each other. "Stop disrupting the classes or I will be forced to expel you from these building." Mr. Burn stated in a voice that was low but carried far.
"You forgot to say the magic word." I burst out laughing and dropped to the ground. Vegeta actually knows the magic word? This is too rich! I couldn't help myself as I lay there in a heap and laughed.
"What?" Mr. Burn spluttered, not paying any mind to me.
"The magic word. You forgot to use it." Vegeta nudged me with his boot slightly and I got control of myself.
"Uh," Mr. Burn looked lost. "Abracadabra?"
"Sorry. Wrong word." Vegeta began to walk off and I followed him. As we rounded the corner, he called back. "The magic word is 'please'."
"Whoa! I could not believe you said that to him!" I wiped a film of sweat off my forehead.
"Why not? The man has almost no ki to speak of, he's so weak." Vegeta asked as we walked to Subway.
"Because, Mr. Burn's nutty! He's off his rocker! He's crazy, that's why!" I answered.
"How do you know this?"
"Well… Uh… I just do." I said lamely. I opened the door to the fast-food place and held it open for the conceited Prince.
"Hey, Bouke!" Leon said. He was directly in front of us in line.
"Hey Leon." I said.
"I heard about your uncle using the old 'magic word' trick on Mr. B." Leon said and grinned at Vegeta. The Saiyan no Ouji glared back.
"How does information pass this fast?" Vegeta asked me in a lowered voice as Leon began making his order, "Are some of your friend telepathic?"
"No," I suppressed a chuckle, "but they might as well be."
"Hello and welcome to Subway. May I take your order?" the lady behind the counter asked Vegeta as he was standing in front of me.
"Uh, uh, I…" Vegeta looked at me.
"I'll go first." I sighed and made an order for a foot-long BLT with the meal. The lady looked at Vegeta.
"Ten of what she's having." He said.
The lady's jaw dropped, "What? Ten?"
"Yes! Ten!"
"Where are you going to put it all? Aren't you worried about getting fat?" the lady looked at me.
"We're buying for a few classmates of mine also." I offered and clamped a hand down on Vegeta's arm before he began to talk about Saiyan metabolism. She took that answer and began making the food. "Vegeta." I hissed in the Saiyan's ear. "People here don't know about aliens and all. So just keep your mouth shut."
"Or else what, ikeike?" he asked me.
"I won't introduce you to my friend who researches all this interdimensional shit."
"All right." I handed the money to the man behind the counter and he gave me the measly two dollars and fifty-two cents change. Leon gestured me over to his table and I sat beside him and Vegeta sat across from us. All our food covered the entire table. We made small talk during the meal. "We" included Leon and I. When Leon tried to ask Vegeta a question, Vegeta would just glare at my boyfriend and continue eating.
About halfway through the meal, Vegeta stiffened and his eyes widened in shock. Five seconds later, Leon sat up sharply and his face went white. Vegeta glared at Leon and snarled in a low, dangerous voice, "Just what the fuck do you think you were doing?"
"I… I… uh… I…" Leon looked like he was going to pass out and Vegeta looked like he was going to grab Leon's neck and snap it. "I need to use the restroom!" Leon yelped and ran to his destination like a demon was after him.
I watched him run then looked at Vegeta accusingly, "What the hell happened?"
"I believe your boyfriend," Vegeta used the word like it was the worst curse ever invented, "was playing the human game 'footsy' with me."
"What?" I dropped the little bit that was left of my sub on the table in shock.
"My reaction exactly." Vegeta growled and slide out of the booth. He picked up his last sub and drink and then said, "I'm leaving." He marched off to the door. With a grimace, I picked up my drink and hurried after him. Leon, you better have a damn good explanation for that one!
"Vegeta," I said as we walked out of my last class and toward the school exit, "Meet Mike. Mike, meet Vegeta." Mike offered his hand but Vegeta ignored it.
Mike pushed up his glasses and peered at Vegeta. "Are you a fan of Dragonball Z?" he asked Vegeta.
I elbowed Vegeta before he could utter a word, "You could say that." I said for him. Vegeta glared at me and I glared right back at him.
"You resemble the Saiyan no Ouji slightly." Mike said in a professorial voice. I snickered. Oh how little you know Mike, my friend, I thought as we exited the building.
"Mike, could you do my uncle and I a slight favor?" I asked.
"Well…"
"Please?" I drew out the word and put on my best Son Puppy Eyes™ imitation.
"Depends on what it is." Mike gave in.
"My uncle and I are interested in your interdimensional theory. Could you come over to my house later tonight and talk to us about it?"
"You've never showed any interest before, Bouke. Why the sudden surge?" Mike lifted an eyebrow at me and looked over the rim of his glasses in his best librarian look.
I chuckled, "Well, we've got some information that we think you might like."
"Really?" Mike's eyes lit up like a boy at Christmas. "I'll be over at 7."
"Catch ya then." I said as he peeled away and walked to his house. it was only a block from the high school. I waved good-bye to him and Vegeta just watched him go.
"He's the scholarly type, is he not?" Vegeta asked as we kept walking.
"Yeah, nose-in-a-book, twenty-four-seven." I sighed. "I call him 'Gohan' sometimes to make him laugh when he's down."
"Why would he be sad? He seems like a happy brat." That's when the fight started. We could hear the yelling and the shattering of glass from where we were, two houses away. "Ah, I see." Vegeta lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
"We met through the school councilor. Told us we both had the same type of problems and that maybe we should stop kidding ourselves that we were alone in the world." I laughed sarcastically. "Probably the only good thing that bastard's ever done for me or him. I think he was trying his hand at matchmaking but it didn't work out. I was already with…" my voice trailed off and Vegeta glowered.
We walked in silence the rest of the way home and when we got there, well, frankly, we were surprised shitless.
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I'm wondering why both of my people have family problems? And what is with me and my characters having little brothers? And why am I obsessed with cliffies?
I got informed yesterday that this is the best, and funniest, of all my stories. Hm, I wasn't really shooting for humor when I began this but if Vegeta landed in anyone's room, yeah, funny shit would happen.
What's in Bouke's house? Is Leon gay? Will Veggie-chan find out about the hentai pics and the shower scene? *lol*
Stay tuned for the next chap of… Another Boring Day… NOT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Subway but Kami, do I love their food! BLTs without the T… *stomach rumbles* Damn it Subway! Why do you torture me?
