Vegeta sighed deeply as he laid down on his dusty couch inside his trailer home. Rock music blasted from the tiny bathroom, followed by Jace's screeching voice. The young prince let his face fall into his hands. -I never thought there would come a day that I would miss hearing that scream- he thought to himself, realizing he only had 2 more days left until his parents sent for him. He hadn't seen Bulma since her little house party.
-Bulma-
"Bulma," Chichi said looking through the cabinet.
"Yeah?" her friend replied, flipping absentmindedly through the pages of Teen Vogue.
"Where is the peanut butter?"
"All out."
"Out of peanut butter," Chichi mocked looking at Bulma. "How in the hell can you have jelly and not peanut butter? That's like havin' ham and sugar but no koolaid, cereal but no milk, ham and no burger!" Bulma just giggled as she took a bite from her strawberry starring at the magazine. She came across a boy and a girl, dressed up in the newest prom fashion. The girl wore a glittering white gown and the boy wore a matching tux. She noticed that the guy sort of looked like Yamucha, with his long wild hair and arrogant smile, like he KNEW he was the shit. Bulma traced the edge of his face with the tip of her nail, everything around her drowning out, even Chichi's voice complaining about having no peanut butter. The blue haired scientist couldn't help but remember the fresh days of their relationship, how everything was perfect. Everyone said they where perfect together. She could even remember the time she was talking about the prom to him. Even THOUGH she was just a freshmen in highschool, she was so excited about it. They where inside a restaurant, and she was going on and on about what color dress to where, and which limo she would get to match it. Yamucha seemed to be listening by nodding and smiling at her whenever she stopped to keep his girlfriend content. But even with Bulma's mouth running 100 miles per minute, she caught his eye wonder from the waitress with the ultra mini skirt that had a habit of bending over the tables and back to Bulma. But she just ignored it, even though jealous turned inside her stomach.
But somehow her thoughts morphed into something else. Her standing by herself, dressed in the glittering white gown. And a young man grabbing her hand. She danced with him, but never got to see his face. But she felt his instance eyes almost read her mind. He put a soft hand on her cheek and brought her close, so close she could smell him. The smell was familiar and made her head spin. Slowly he closed in the small tension filled space between their lips and
"BULMA!" The young girl fell off her chair and into the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Chichi stood over her, biting into a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. "Found the 'eanut butter," she said with her mouth full and smiled at her friend. Bulma glared at the raven haired princess and got off the ground. "Musta' been some kinda' dream you had," Chichi said. "'Cuz you was droolin' and stuff," she laughed out.
"Yeeah," Bulma said. "It sure was.."
"Well sleeping beauty, drive me over Goku's house. He's gonna teach me how to play football."
"And what am I supposed to do while you two are rolling around on the ground and getting funky sweaty nasty and dusty?" Bulma said mockingly grabbing her keys and jacket. Chichi pulled open the sliding doors, letting the fresh, cool fall air wake her friend up completely.
"Um..I dunno...Make out with Vegeta?" Chichi said have jokingly have serious. Bulma's heart jumped in her throat, but she just cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Yeah right."
"Well, hell that's what you was dreaming' about anyway wasn't it?" Chichi said stuffing her hands into her pocket and eating the last bit of her sandwich. Bulma's entire face turned so red, it was almost purple. Her palms sweaty and her eyes grew wide with embarrassment.
"How..how did you know?" she choked out. Chichi smiled devilishly and flipped her hair out her face.
"I didn't."
Hey peoplez!! Hoped you liked this chapter, sorry it took so long to update, I've been working on some other stories as well, and put this one off well i thought of some new plots to put our favorite couple through.. well-chaio!
3
-Bulma-
"Bulma," Chichi said looking through the cabinet.
"Yeah?" her friend replied, flipping absentmindedly through the pages of Teen Vogue.
"Where is the peanut butter?"
"All out."
"Out of peanut butter," Chichi mocked looking at Bulma. "How in the hell can you have jelly and not peanut butter? That's like havin' ham and sugar but no koolaid, cereal but no milk, ham and no burger!" Bulma just giggled as she took a bite from her strawberry starring at the magazine. She came across a boy and a girl, dressed up in the newest prom fashion. The girl wore a glittering white gown and the boy wore a matching tux. She noticed that the guy sort of looked like Yamucha, with his long wild hair and arrogant smile, like he KNEW he was the shit. Bulma traced the edge of his face with the tip of her nail, everything around her drowning out, even Chichi's voice complaining about having no peanut butter. The blue haired scientist couldn't help but remember the fresh days of their relationship, how everything was perfect. Everyone said they where perfect together. She could even remember the time she was talking about the prom to him. Even THOUGH she was just a freshmen in highschool, she was so excited about it. They where inside a restaurant, and she was going on and on about what color dress to where, and which limo she would get to match it. Yamucha seemed to be listening by nodding and smiling at her whenever she stopped to keep his girlfriend content. But even with Bulma's mouth running 100 miles per minute, she caught his eye wonder from the waitress with the ultra mini skirt that had a habit of bending over the tables and back to Bulma. But she just ignored it, even though jealous turned inside her stomach.
But somehow her thoughts morphed into something else. Her standing by herself, dressed in the glittering white gown. And a young man grabbing her hand. She danced with him, but never got to see his face. But she felt his instance eyes almost read her mind. He put a soft hand on her cheek and brought her close, so close she could smell him. The smell was familiar and made her head spin. Slowly he closed in the small tension filled space between their lips and
"BULMA!" The young girl fell off her chair and into the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Chichi stood over her, biting into a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. "Found the 'eanut butter," she said with her mouth full and smiled at her friend. Bulma glared at the raven haired princess and got off the ground. "Musta' been some kinda' dream you had," Chichi said. "'Cuz you was droolin' and stuff," she laughed out.
"Yeeah," Bulma said. "It sure was.."
"Well sleeping beauty, drive me over Goku's house. He's gonna teach me how to play football."
"And what am I supposed to do while you two are rolling around on the ground and getting funky sweaty nasty and dusty?" Bulma said mockingly grabbing her keys and jacket. Chichi pulled open the sliding doors, letting the fresh, cool fall air wake her friend up completely.
"Um..I dunno...Make out with Vegeta?" Chichi said have jokingly have serious. Bulma's heart jumped in her throat, but she just cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Yeah right."
"Well, hell that's what you was dreaming' about anyway wasn't it?" Chichi said stuffing her hands into her pocket and eating the last bit of her sandwich. Bulma's entire face turned so red, it was almost purple. Her palms sweaty and her eyes grew wide with embarrassment.
"How..how did you know?" she choked out. Chichi smiled devilishly and flipped her hair out her face.
"I didn't."
Hey peoplez!! Hoped you liked this chapter, sorry it took so long to update, I've been working on some other stories as well, and put this one off well i thought of some new plots to put our favorite couple through.. well-chaio!
3
