Prom Night
Nutty was laying on her bed, reading one of her favorite comics when Bra suddenly popped through the door squeeling, "NUTTY! NUTTY! I NEED YOUR OPINION!! AGHHHHH!"
Nutty was thrown off her bed as Bra jumped on it excitedly. Nutty waited until her teenage friend exumed an aire of calmness.
"What is it this time?", she grumbled, snapping her comic from off the floor.
"Three of the most popular guys in school asked me out to the dance and I can't decide who to go with; Kayowai, or Kootai, or Bujoku!", Bra waved her arms in emphesis.
"Hmmm... yes, I forgot that was coming up. Why don't you ask Goten?", Nutty raised an eyebrow.
Stars could be seen growing in Bra's eyes as she ran off, excitedly, to find Goten. Nutty layed back on her bed in contemplation. She didn't have a date either at the moment... Well, not like she would go, anyway.
As if answering her thoughts, her phone began to ring. She picked up the reciever.
"Moshimoshi?",On hearing the voice on the other end, she dropped the phone.
Quickly recovering it, she listened carefully.
"Hey Nutty... Um... It's me, Chris. I was, uh... wondering if... uh... you would go to the dance... with me?", Chris's voice was shakey.
"After today at school?! You've got to be kidding!!", her anger was growing rapidly.
"I was prepared for that. I'll pay you $200 and buy your dress..."
Nutty thought he sounded like the bargaining type, "Only $200?"
"Fine, fine... $250...",
"Well... I'm not sure...", she knew what kind of things happened on Prom dates.
"Fine! I'll pay for whatever dress you want too!", he was begging like a dog.
Nutty was begining to like the sound of this, "I don't know... well... okay..."
Chris began thanking her... and thanking her... and than- Then Nutty hung up the phone. After a few minutes of waiting in which Chris didn't realize she had hung up, he called back.
"When should I pick you up?", he asked triumphantly.
"With that kind of attitude, never... but for the sake of assigning a time, how about 7:30?", she flopped back on her bed.
"Of course. Also, go ahead and buy your dress and I'll pay for it later.", he sounded more thankful then triumphant now.
"Okay, okay. I'll see you later than..."
As he went into another long thanking period, she again hung up, this time disconnecting her phone line.
The night of the prom had come. It was nearing time to go and both Bra and Nutty were running circles trying to get ready.
Bra had asked Goten to go with her and, although he was out of highschool, he accepted graciously, glad to help out his "little sister". It was obvious that those weren't his real motives, but that's not the point.
Both girls were hastefully running amok (as well as into each other) trying to find each and every accessory they needed. Finally, after much trying and disguarding, both girls were ready.
"I'll go see if either of our dates are here, okay?", Bra ran out of the room and peered around the corner or the stair case.
Squeeling quietly, she ran back to the room where Nutty was, "Your date is here! He is SOOOO handsom!!! Who is he? You never told me who you were going with!!"
"Actually, it's Chris.", Nutty watched as Bra did a double take, "Guess that means I better be going."
She walked past Bra, who was fighting with herself about Nutty's date. She walked to the edge of the stair case. This was it.
Chris sat on the chair opposite to Vegeta. He was very nervous about the man's thoughtful frown.
"You're here for Bra or Nutty?", Vegeta studdied him cautiously.
"Um... actually, I'm here to pick up Nutty, but-", he was cut off when Vegeta dropped to his knees.
"Promise me, that whatever you do; rape her, kill her, ANYTHING, just DON'T bring her back! If you do, I'll smash your head into the concrete!!", Vegeta growled.
"Y-yes sir!", Chris pressed his back against the chair nervously.
Vegeta stood up and sat back in his chair quietly.
Moments later, Nutty appeared around the corner in her proud manner. She was in a long, black, sleeveless gown with black shoes, gold earings, a gold chain around her neck, a light jacket draped over her arm. Chris couldn't help but look at her in awe. He could barely draw his gaze away as she decended the stairway.
As she reached his side, he offered her his arm. Before she accepted, she gave Vegeta a large, choke-hug (which he didn't much appreciate). With that, she took his arm and they left.
Upon getting into his car, he opened a small, plastic box. Inside was a corsage which he pinned to her dress.
The drive was realatively quiet, except for the sound of the cat which he ran over and the police siren dying in the distance. Finally, arriving at the school, the pair got out of the car and headed in. The dance was aleardy pretty crowded by the time they arrived.
Making an unnoticed entrance and slowly, meaningfully walked toward the refreshment table.
"If you want, you can leave now. You've done what you were supposed...", Chris mumble, fumbling in his wallet for the $250 that he owed her.
"Er... no...", she pushed the money back toward him, "The requirements were that I was to be your date for the dance. Just walking in with you isn't good enough, and what will someone else think if they see me with someone else... or... or..."
He put his finger to her lip, "Shh... someone will hear us and that would end up in an equally disasterous experience. I see your point. Fine. As long as I don't have to spend any more money."
She was amazed at his motives. He would spend all that money to have someone just walk in with him into the dance hall.
The music was just begining. The couples around them were begining to go onto the dance floor and slow dance.
"Um... since we're going to be spending the evening together would you like to dance?", he offered her his hand.
"Of course.", she smiled gently up at him.
A blush crossed his face as he smiled down at her and led her out to the dance floor. He placed his hands around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and, surprisingly, layed her head on his shoulder.
They would spend the rest of the night, dancing, drinking punch, and talking to friends in each other's presence. In fact, neither one of them seemed to mind. It was a pleasureful night.
Much later, it was the end of the last dance of the night and many of the couples had already left. It was Chris and Nutty's turn.
While walking to the car, a rare thought crossed Nutty's mind, "Hey, would you like to call a truce and head to the park for a while?"
"Are YOU admitting to defeat? You?", he gave her a questioning glance.
"NO. I NEVER said that. I asked if you'd like to call it even. I am not wrong.", she eyed him disbelievingly.
"Okay, okay. I guess.", he laughed, pushing his hair out of his face and got into the driver's side.
Nutty having already gotten into the passenger side, they drove to the park.
Walking down a path, Chris began laughing.
"What is it now?", Nutty looked at him sarcastically.
"Whoo! I just thought of something. Vegeta plans on crashing my head into concrete if I bring you back.", he continued laughing, in that scared, crazy way.
"I'm glad you find this so humorous. We'll think of something... hmm... could I crash at your place and then go home on my own tomorrow perhaps? I know I've asked so much of you already, but I think that would save you from Vegeta's wrath."
"Sure. It won't hurt our reputation any worse then it already is."
"I promise to make it all up to you."
"What's the point in that? I payed you to come."
"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't planning on going and no one would have asked me, so...", she looked guilty as they sat at a close bench.
He laughed jokingly, "I'm not too surprised."
"Hey!", she punched him lightly in the shoulder, causing him to laugh a little more.
They sat there chatting about trivial matters for a while. She began shivering, although she had her light jacket on. It wasn't enough. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She gave him a look which complained about him giving her his jacket and having nothing himself.
Defensively he put his arms up as in defeat, "Hey, I'm just being gentlemanly!"
She gave him back his jacket, "I'd rather be cold then have you acting with the southern manner!", she layed on a thick Southern-English accent.
He again laughed before standing up, "Well, we better be heading home. It's getting late."
As if on cue, she yawned, "Good idea."
Propelling Nutty through the door, Chris took off his jacket and put it on the hook at the side of the door, "You can get ready for bed up in my room. In fact, why don't you take the bed and I'll sleep down here on the couch", he began removing his tie.
"I couldn't do that! I-"
"No if's, and's, or but's. Go, now.", he pointed up the stairs fatherly like while still wrestling with his tie.
"First of all, let me help you with that.", it took her a moment of fighting with him, but she finally got him to let go of the tie for her to undo it properly.
Walking into his kitchen and going through his cabinets, she found chocolate and a pot. Filling the pot with water, she placed it on the stove to heat up.
"Second, would you like some hot chocolate. You've got to be as cold as I am if not colder."
"Actually, I am rather chilly, now that you mention it. I guess we have enough time. I'll start a fire in the livingroom.", he left to throw some logs in the fire place.
She, in the meantime, finished heating the water and mixing in the cocoa and sugar. Carefully ballancing the two cups in her hand left hand, she opened the door and walked into the living room. Chris was almost done with the fire.
She walked over and handed him a cup. As he took a sip, his face turned to one of surprise.
"Did you by any chance poison this? Any drugs by any chance? It tastes different...", he looked at her skeptically.
"Not this time, I'm afraid to confess. You've probably never tried real hot chocolate...", she sipped lightly at the steaming cup she held.
"REAL hot chocolate?", his eyes held an even more curious look than before.
"Yes. This isn't prepackaged shit like you're probably used to. This is straight cocoa, sugar, hot water, and a little, very little mind you, bit of brandy."
"Brandy? In hot cocoa?"
"Yes. It's supposed to warm you quicker.", she mumbled while sitting in a recliner near the fire.
"Ok...", he took his place opposite hers on the love seat and sipped a little more of his, "Will this leave me with a hangover?"
"It's not supposed to, but knowing the way I cook...", she trailed off.
"Oh great...", muttering grumpilly, he stirred the concoction with a spoon.
"Don't be so negative.", she scolded.
"You're practically trying to drug and bed me... what reason do I have to be possitive?"
She began blushing for a moment, "Hey, that was most certainly uncalled for! I thought we called a truce!"
"Fine, fine. Have it your way, dear.", his voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Arg, MEN!", she slammed her mug down on the nearby coffee table and crossed her arms defiantly.
"Yes, your majesty. That is exactly what I am. Would you care for me to be anything different? I'm sure I could fit into some of your clothes..."
That was the last straw. She threw the mug at him in her deepening rage. Unable to completely dodge it, Chris was hit in the forehead, immediately causing him to pass out. Nutty gasped. Thankfully, he wasn't bleeding, but he was sure as heck going to have a hangover when he woke up, brandy or no.
She brushed the glass off and pulled him into a less slouched possition. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel in a hurried attempt to dry off the steaming liquid from his hair and face. She also, in an attempt to clean him up, had to remove his soaked shirt.
Sighing heavily, she lifted him to her shoulder and made a slow, clumbsy effort to get him upstairs and into bed. It took her a while, but she eventually managed the task. She got him into bed, under the covers, and tucked in nice and snug. She also ran downstairs again to grab a badly needed icepack for his head.
After acomplishing all of her "motherly" tasks, she again went back downstairs, grabbing some blankets from a linen closet, to sleep on the couch.
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Nutty was laying on her bed, reading one of her favorite comics when Bra suddenly popped through the door squeeling, "NUTTY! NUTTY! I NEED YOUR OPINION!! AGHHHHH!"
Nutty was thrown off her bed as Bra jumped on it excitedly. Nutty waited until her teenage friend exumed an aire of calmness.
"What is it this time?", she grumbled, snapping her comic from off the floor.
"Three of the most popular guys in school asked me out to the dance and I can't decide who to go with; Kayowai, or Kootai, or Bujoku!", Bra waved her arms in emphesis.
"Hmmm... yes, I forgot that was coming up. Why don't you ask Goten?", Nutty raised an eyebrow.
Stars could be seen growing in Bra's eyes as she ran off, excitedly, to find Goten. Nutty layed back on her bed in contemplation. She didn't have a date either at the moment... Well, not like she would go, anyway.
As if answering her thoughts, her phone began to ring. She picked up the reciever.
"Moshimoshi?",On hearing the voice on the other end, she dropped the phone.
Quickly recovering it, she listened carefully.
"Hey Nutty... Um... It's me, Chris. I was, uh... wondering if... uh... you would go to the dance... with me?", Chris's voice was shakey.
"After today at school?! You've got to be kidding!!", her anger was growing rapidly.
"I was prepared for that. I'll pay you $200 and buy your dress..."
Nutty thought he sounded like the bargaining type, "Only $200?"
"Fine, fine... $250...",
"Well... I'm not sure...", she knew what kind of things happened on Prom dates.
"Fine! I'll pay for whatever dress you want too!", he was begging like a dog.
Nutty was begining to like the sound of this, "I don't know... well... okay..."
Chris began thanking her... and thanking her... and than- Then Nutty hung up the phone. After a few minutes of waiting in which Chris didn't realize she had hung up, he called back.
"When should I pick you up?", he asked triumphantly.
"With that kind of attitude, never... but for the sake of assigning a time, how about 7:30?", she flopped back on her bed.
"Of course. Also, go ahead and buy your dress and I'll pay for it later.", he sounded more thankful then triumphant now.
"Okay, okay. I'll see you later than..."
As he went into another long thanking period, she again hung up, this time disconnecting her phone line.
The night of the prom had come. It was nearing time to go and both Bra and Nutty were running circles trying to get ready.
Bra had asked Goten to go with her and, although he was out of highschool, he accepted graciously, glad to help out his "little sister". It was obvious that those weren't his real motives, but that's not the point.
Both girls were hastefully running amok (as well as into each other) trying to find each and every accessory they needed. Finally, after much trying and disguarding, both girls were ready.
"I'll go see if either of our dates are here, okay?", Bra ran out of the room and peered around the corner or the stair case.
Squeeling quietly, she ran back to the room where Nutty was, "Your date is here! He is SOOOO handsom!!! Who is he? You never told me who you were going with!!"
"Actually, it's Chris.", Nutty watched as Bra did a double take, "Guess that means I better be going."
She walked past Bra, who was fighting with herself about Nutty's date. She walked to the edge of the stair case. This was it.
Chris sat on the chair opposite to Vegeta. He was very nervous about the man's thoughtful frown.
"You're here for Bra or Nutty?", Vegeta studdied him cautiously.
"Um... actually, I'm here to pick up Nutty, but-", he was cut off when Vegeta dropped to his knees.
"Promise me, that whatever you do; rape her, kill her, ANYTHING, just DON'T bring her back! If you do, I'll smash your head into the concrete!!", Vegeta growled.
"Y-yes sir!", Chris pressed his back against the chair nervously.
Vegeta stood up and sat back in his chair quietly.
Moments later, Nutty appeared around the corner in her proud manner. She was in a long, black, sleeveless gown with black shoes, gold earings, a gold chain around her neck, a light jacket draped over her arm. Chris couldn't help but look at her in awe. He could barely draw his gaze away as she decended the stairway.
As she reached his side, he offered her his arm. Before she accepted, she gave Vegeta a large, choke-hug (which he didn't much appreciate). With that, she took his arm and they left.
Upon getting into his car, he opened a small, plastic box. Inside was a corsage which he pinned to her dress.
The drive was realatively quiet, except for the sound of the cat which he ran over and the police siren dying in the distance. Finally, arriving at the school, the pair got out of the car and headed in. The dance was aleardy pretty crowded by the time they arrived.
Making an unnoticed entrance and slowly, meaningfully walked toward the refreshment table.
"If you want, you can leave now. You've done what you were supposed...", Chris mumble, fumbling in his wallet for the $250 that he owed her.
"Er... no...", she pushed the money back toward him, "The requirements were that I was to be your date for the dance. Just walking in with you isn't good enough, and what will someone else think if they see me with someone else... or... or..."
He put his finger to her lip, "Shh... someone will hear us and that would end up in an equally disasterous experience. I see your point. Fine. As long as I don't have to spend any more money."
She was amazed at his motives. He would spend all that money to have someone just walk in with him into the dance hall.
The music was just begining. The couples around them were begining to go onto the dance floor and slow dance.
"Um... since we're going to be spending the evening together would you like to dance?", he offered her his hand.
"Of course.", she smiled gently up at him.
A blush crossed his face as he smiled down at her and led her out to the dance floor. He placed his hands around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and, surprisingly, layed her head on his shoulder.
They would spend the rest of the night, dancing, drinking punch, and talking to friends in each other's presence. In fact, neither one of them seemed to mind. It was a pleasureful night.
Much later, it was the end of the last dance of the night and many of the couples had already left. It was Chris and Nutty's turn.
While walking to the car, a rare thought crossed Nutty's mind, "Hey, would you like to call a truce and head to the park for a while?"
"Are YOU admitting to defeat? You?", he gave her a questioning glance.
"NO. I NEVER said that. I asked if you'd like to call it even. I am not wrong.", she eyed him disbelievingly.
"Okay, okay. I guess.", he laughed, pushing his hair out of his face and got into the driver's side.
Nutty having already gotten into the passenger side, they drove to the park.
Walking down a path, Chris began laughing.
"What is it now?", Nutty looked at him sarcastically.
"Whoo! I just thought of something. Vegeta plans on crashing my head into concrete if I bring you back.", he continued laughing, in that scared, crazy way.
"I'm glad you find this so humorous. We'll think of something... hmm... could I crash at your place and then go home on my own tomorrow perhaps? I know I've asked so much of you already, but I think that would save you from Vegeta's wrath."
"Sure. It won't hurt our reputation any worse then it already is."
"I promise to make it all up to you."
"What's the point in that? I payed you to come."
"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't planning on going and no one would have asked me, so...", she looked guilty as they sat at a close bench.
He laughed jokingly, "I'm not too surprised."
"Hey!", she punched him lightly in the shoulder, causing him to laugh a little more.
They sat there chatting about trivial matters for a while. She began shivering, although she had her light jacket on. It wasn't enough. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She gave him a look which complained about him giving her his jacket and having nothing himself.
Defensively he put his arms up as in defeat, "Hey, I'm just being gentlemanly!"
She gave him back his jacket, "I'd rather be cold then have you acting with the southern manner!", she layed on a thick Southern-English accent.
He again laughed before standing up, "Well, we better be heading home. It's getting late."
As if on cue, she yawned, "Good idea."
Propelling Nutty through the door, Chris took off his jacket and put it on the hook at the side of the door, "You can get ready for bed up in my room. In fact, why don't you take the bed and I'll sleep down here on the couch", he began removing his tie.
"I couldn't do that! I-"
"No if's, and's, or but's. Go, now.", he pointed up the stairs fatherly like while still wrestling with his tie.
"First of all, let me help you with that.", it took her a moment of fighting with him, but she finally got him to let go of the tie for her to undo it properly.
Walking into his kitchen and going through his cabinets, she found chocolate and a pot. Filling the pot with water, she placed it on the stove to heat up.
"Second, would you like some hot chocolate. You've got to be as cold as I am if not colder."
"Actually, I am rather chilly, now that you mention it. I guess we have enough time. I'll start a fire in the livingroom.", he left to throw some logs in the fire place.
She, in the meantime, finished heating the water and mixing in the cocoa and sugar. Carefully ballancing the two cups in her hand left hand, she opened the door and walked into the living room. Chris was almost done with the fire.
She walked over and handed him a cup. As he took a sip, his face turned to one of surprise.
"Did you by any chance poison this? Any drugs by any chance? It tastes different...", he looked at her skeptically.
"Not this time, I'm afraid to confess. You've probably never tried real hot chocolate...", she sipped lightly at the steaming cup she held.
"REAL hot chocolate?", his eyes held an even more curious look than before.
"Yes. This isn't prepackaged shit like you're probably used to. This is straight cocoa, sugar, hot water, and a little, very little mind you, bit of brandy."
"Brandy? In hot cocoa?"
"Yes. It's supposed to warm you quicker.", she mumbled while sitting in a recliner near the fire.
"Ok...", he took his place opposite hers on the love seat and sipped a little more of his, "Will this leave me with a hangover?"
"It's not supposed to, but knowing the way I cook...", she trailed off.
"Oh great...", muttering grumpilly, he stirred the concoction with a spoon.
"Don't be so negative.", she scolded.
"You're practically trying to drug and bed me... what reason do I have to be possitive?"
She began blushing for a moment, "Hey, that was most certainly uncalled for! I thought we called a truce!"
"Fine, fine. Have it your way, dear.", his voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Arg, MEN!", she slammed her mug down on the nearby coffee table and crossed her arms defiantly.
"Yes, your majesty. That is exactly what I am. Would you care for me to be anything different? I'm sure I could fit into some of your clothes..."
That was the last straw. She threw the mug at him in her deepening rage. Unable to completely dodge it, Chris was hit in the forehead, immediately causing him to pass out. Nutty gasped. Thankfully, he wasn't bleeding, but he was sure as heck going to have a hangover when he woke up, brandy or no.
She brushed the glass off and pulled him into a less slouched possition. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel in a hurried attempt to dry off the steaming liquid from his hair and face. She also, in an attempt to clean him up, had to remove his soaked shirt.
Sighing heavily, she lifted him to her shoulder and made a slow, clumbsy effort to get him upstairs and into bed. It took her a while, but she eventually managed the task. She got him into bed, under the covers, and tucked in nice and snug. She also ran downstairs again to grab a badly needed icepack for his head.
After acomplishing all of her "motherly" tasks, she again went back downstairs, grabbing some blankets from a linen closet, to sleep on the couch.
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