Big thanks to Larky-chan for typing the last chap up for me-you ROCK! Um,
anyway...to answer some questions, no this isn't my first fic, Stavesacre,
I have many, many others, they just aren't on ff.net. (I thought I said
that when I started this? Oh well.) Celeste Tsuki-Koi (and anyone else who
asked about the outers) I love the outers, they'll probably be in this
eventually, just not for a LONG time. Eternal Moon Princess, I thought
about that before I wrote that part and decided that since the only other
person HE'S been with is Bulma (she definitely wasn't one) he wouldn't be
able to tell whether or not Usagi was a virgin. Um, that's all of the
questions I can remember right now (that I can answer without ruining the
surprises), so on to the fic!
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 8
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Trunks cast a look at his scowling father as the two flew the familiar way to the Son house. Vegeta was never happy when he had to visit "the residence of that worthless Kakarott," but he seemed even more agitated than usual this time.
"Why are we goin' to Goku's, Dad? Could he not figure out how to put in a lightbulb or somethin'?"
"This is all you're fault, brat." Vegeta spat distastefully. "If it wasn't for you, I would not be wasting my day on the likes of that low- class baka." He glared menacingly at his lavender haired son, anger burning in his ebony eyes.
Dread began to fill the young half Saiyan. "My fault? What did I do?"
"Well apparently, son, you've been teaching Kakarott's youngest brat curse words." He answered coldly, putting emphasis on the word "son."
Trunks gulped. "Oh..."
"How many times have I told you that if you're going to curse then you need to do it in Saiyago!" The irate prince roared, his anger exploding. "Not only is there a bigger choice of words, but also since no one knows what you're saying I don't get called down to that fool's house! What's wrong with you?"
The young boy hung his head. His father had taught him the Saiyan language, Saiyago, when he had first begun training and they spoke it to each other when they were alone, like now. "Sorry Dad..." He muttered miserably.
"Mark my words, boy, you are going to pay for this! Because of you're foolishness, my valuable time is being wasted. How do you expect me to defeat Kakarott if I am going to his home to discuss your spreading your inferior knowledge of curses to his brat instead of training? I could be in the gravity room getting stronger. I could be forming a new technique. I could be with my mate right now, dammit!"
Trunks mumbled an apology, cheeks going red, as his father began some of the more colorful curses *he* hadn't even attempted yet.
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Goku, though sometimes appearing simpleminded, was actually a pretty intelligent person. Not only that, but his standards of what was right and wrong were very high. Similarly, when he felt that something was wrong, such as teaching the seven-year-old Goten naughty words, he was very good at showing it. He used his "responsible" tone of voice and within moments had Trunks feeling remorseful.
At the same time his wife Chi-Chi, who could succeed in being even more scary than Bulma at times, was very accomplished in the art of yelling. She showed this art unselfishly, and used it to beret both Trunks and his father.
Consequently, the fly home-many hours later-was filled with an icy silence as Vegeta pointedly ignored his son, and flew at his top speed back to capsule corp. Trunks, though strong for his age, wore himself out just trying to keep up.
And he still hadn't faced his mother yet.
Working his face into it's tried and true, many times proven don't- yell-at-me-I-didn't-mean-to look; Trunks followed Vegeta into the house. He'd have to use his best manipulation skills to get out of a punishment this time. He couldn't help but wince as he awaited the news to be coarsely announced; knowing the disapproving looks he'd get from his Mom and, worse, his Stepmom.
It never came. Vegeta strode purposefully into the kitchen, where everyone was just finishing dinner, and pulled Usagi from the sink where she was doing dishes with Bulma. Without so much as a glance at anyone else, he slung her over his shoulder and made to leave.
"Hey! She was helping me!" Bulma protested. "Do you expect me to clean this mess all by myself?"
"Hn. Trunks will clean it. All of it." Vegeta volunteered coldly, before disappearing out the door with Usagi. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief and set to help his mother without complaint. He was getting off easy…
(Eh…later)
"Usagi stretched happily, giving a small smile. "Well, that was certainly a surprise." She laughed. "Are you going to do that every time you decide to come in for the day?"
Vegeta smirked and pulled his mate closer to him. "Sure." He muttered, kissing her forehead. Suddenly, a loud grumbling noise was heard.
Usagi began to laugh. "Aw, poor Vegeta! You didn't get any dinner, did you?"
"It can wait." He answered gruffly, burying his nose in her hair. "I'm not getting up."
"Well, no one should be hungry. I'll go get something for you, then." She offered softly, moving to get up. She was stopped before moving even an inch as Vegeta's arm tightened around her in his usual possessive manner.
"You're not getting up, either." He growled.
"What? You want to order in? You want someone to bring something up here? Sorry, but I don't want anyone coming in here when neither of us is wearing anything but this sheet." She gave a little, cheerful laugh. "Come on and get up. I'll go with you." Vegeta grunted and reluctantly let her go. They pulled on enough clothing so as not to cause any nosebleeds should they encounter anyone in the halls, and made their way to the kitchen.
Usagi sat down and observed her…mate…closely for the millionth time since they'd gotten together. (FYI, since Usagi isn't a Saiyan, she isn't exactly used to thinking of him at her "mate" and thus doesn't know exactly what to call him in her mind.)
His strong face, angular and princely, did nothing to reveal his thoughts as he began to pile food onto his plate. Usagi freely stared at him, knowing his attention was diverted with the meal. He was, after all, a Saiyan. He was definitely the best looking man she'd ever seen, which was saying something considering that many of her former enemies-not to mention Mamoru and Seyia-were all very handsome. There was just…something about Vegeta, all of him-even his attitude, that made him irresistible.
Usagi let her eyes trail from his face.
He was wearing only a pair of baggy, white training pants, no shirt. She appreciatively observed the very impressive muscles of his arms, chest, and abdomen. A few large scars across his chest attested to his many battles, adding character. (Ooh La La. Have ya'll ever seen the-very few- episodes in which he doesn't have a shirt on? Those scars are just sexy!) As far as appearances went, Vegeta was perfect.
Especially to Usagi. Lunarians, perhaps because of their natural pale, frail looks, were attracted to strong, dark people. Which was the exact reason Selene had chosen Endymion to marry her daughter so long ago. Usagi mentally sighed. Mamoru may have had a slightly washboard stomach, but Vegeta makes him look like the biggest wimp on Earth. She thought rebelliously. (No offense Ni and other Mamo fans, but it is true.)Her eyes wen back to his stern face. She had already memorized every single feature, but she knew she could stare at him for eternity and not get bored.
"Like what you see, onna?" Vegeta asked with a smirk, amusement in his voice as he caught her staring.
She began to blush a little. Kami, she was falling for this man hard and fast.
Still smirking, he sat across from her and began to dig into his food. After a few moments Usagi decided to bring up the topic that had been on her mind all day. "Vegeta…did you have trouble concentrating today?" She asked carefully.
His head shot out. Thankfully, he remembered to swallow his food before he said anything to her. "How did you know that?" he demanded, making an effort not to sound as harsh as he usually did.
"I could…I dunno, sense it. I think I need to get a job." She paused, waiting for his reaction. None came. "Everyone here is usually doing something during the day." She went on. "A job would keep me from getting bored, not to mention it would probably help you to concentrate while you train if I wasn't in the same house."
"Do whatever you want, onna." He growled.
He saw the sense in her idea, and understood that she didn't have anything to do during the day anyway. But to have her gone…away from him…where other men could see and talk to her…Vegeta pushed away his protective instinct. She wouldn't appreciate it if he said he wanted her to stay home because he was jealous of some imaginary threat.
"What are you going to do?" He asked instead.
She smiled brightly, relieved that he hadn't objected. "Bulma and I talked about it earlier and we decided that I could be a teacher's assistant. Orange Star Highschool isn't far away, and Gohan could give me a lift if I needed it. And…I know it's wrong, but since I'm from another dimension and technically don't exist here, she's going to hack into the files and made some records for me, then get me hired at the school. She probably already started."
Vegeta smirked, she had it all planned out. "Fine." He finally said, a hint of affection creeping into his voice. "When are you going to start?"
"Today's Saturday, right?"
He nodded. Once.
"Monday."
Vegeta's smirk grew. She really was an amazing person. She smiled back and the Saiyan prince went back to eating.
"I have something else to ask you, Vegeta." Usagi began again after a few moments. "You might think it's silly, but I just really need to ask." She hesitated a moment, then decided to go ahead. "Will you tell me about Vegetasei?"
He was stunned. Bulma had never wanted to hear anything about his home planet, now Usagi was actually asking about it? He really had to stop comparing them; Usagi far outshone her predecessor. "What do you want to know?" He growled.
"Everything. Your customs, your legends, your myths. Even the Saiyan language if it isn't like against some law to teach an outsider like me. I mean Everything, Vegeta."
"Why?"
"Because…it's where you're from, and it's important to you. If something means a lot to you, then I want to know about it.
Vegeta's smirk almost became a smile.
Sometimes, Usagi was so much like a Saiyan he was amazed. Slowly he nodded his assent.
Then he went back to eating.
"Good morning, Gohan." Erasa greeted flirtatiously as the tall Saiyan hybrid took his place at his desk. She'd always flirted with him, but ever since the tournament-where she and a few other classmates had discovered that he was both the Great Saiyaman and Gold Fighter-it seemed suspiciously that her efforts had doubled. (FYI, for my own purposes, Erasa, Sharpner and that geeky dude didn't tell anyone about Gohan. How no one else noticed is…convenient, k?)
Gohan cast a glance at Videl, sitting in her usual spot on the other side of Erasa. Since the tournament, they had been unofficially dating- although no one knew about it. She gave him a small smile, signifying that she wouldn't accuse him of flirting with Erasa.
Today.
Sharpner eagerly leaned over both Videl and Erasa. "Hey Gohan, don't you think you were cutting it kinda' close?" He taunted. "You were almost late. The bell is going to ring soon."
"Just lucky, I guess." He laughed, a bit nervously.
"Did you fly to school today?"
"Y…yes."
"So, no one is coming to take you home, right?" There was an eager, bloodthirsty look in the blonde boy's eyes. Gohan hesitated, then nodded. "Great! Then you won't have a problem with meeting me after school for a little sparring match."
"What?"
"Yeah, I wanna see how I compare with a guy who looks wimpy but still manages to be tough enough to help protect the city."
"I don't think that's a good-"
"Oh, come on, Gohan, I want to see how good you are. Besides, I think it'd be a really good idea…if you didn't want your secret getting out. Ne, Saiyaman?"
Gohan cringed and, reluctantly nodded.
Just at that moment the bell rang and Sharpner, smirking, took his seat and dutifully faced the front of the classroom as the teacher walked in through the door. Following the teacher was a small, very beautiful blonde woman. Her hair was plaited into a solid gold braid down her back that almost reached the floor. Her crystalline blue eyes scanned the room nervously. She was wearing an ankle length blue dress with a small, matching jacket over it. (Her arms and legs-I.E. her scars-are hidden. She's self-conscious)
"All right, attention." The teacher began, for once getting what he'd asked for. Every eye in the room was on the blonde woman. "This is Tsukino Usagi. She'll be the teacher's assistant for this class for the rest of the year."
With a shy, perfect smile she clasped her hands in front of her and gave a small bow before taking a seat at the table that had been set up beside the teacher's desk.
Videl leaned over in her chair to see the face of her unofficial boyfriend. "Gohan why didn't you tell me Usagi would be our new teacher's assistant?" She asked, a slightly accusing tone to her voice as she gave a half glare.
"I didn't know!"
"Wait." Sharpner leaned over as well. "Don't tell me Gohan knows that girl!" he exclaimed skeptically, raising an eyebrow. He was still upset that Videl had chosen to hang out with Gohan at the tournament, rather than him.
"Well, she's kinda a friend of the family, I guess. I've only talked to her a few times, but she's really nice."
"Stop talking back there!" The teacher snapped, angry at being interrupted during his lecture.
Usagi looked up from grading papers and smiled in amusement.
After what was always too long a time, the bell rang for lunch. As the students rushed to get out of the classroom and into the famously long lunch lines as quickly as possible, Usagi calmly gathered the essays the teacher had just handed her, the gradebook, a pencil, and a red pen. As she stood from her seat she noticed that a group of teenagers had gathered in front of her.
"Gohan! Videl!" She greeted warmly. She hadn't said anything to them earlier for fear of embarrassing them.
"Hi Usagi-san. Why didn't you tell me you'd be working here?" Gohan asked. Usagi was a very interesting person and the truth was he was glad for the chance to talk to her again.
"I hope you don't mind, I'll try to stay out of your way. I just had to get out of the house, I was distracting Vegeta, and neither he nor Trunks were getting any training done." She laughed a little, blushing slightly although Gohan couldn't understand why.
Sharpner suddenly pushed in front of the half Saiyan and flexing his muscles, smirking at Usagi. (There's a difference between a normal smirk and a Vegeta smirk, btw) "He there." He said in his most seductive voice.
"How old are you?" Usagi asked, looking thoughtful and not seeming the least bit interested in the blonde teen in any way he was obviously hoping for.
He faltered a moment. "Seventeen." He finally answered.
"Ah." With that she turned to leave.
"Hey wait!" Sharpner whined. Usagi sighed and stopped.
"What?" She asked with a hint of exasperation.
"Can we eat lunch with you?"
Usagi looked strait at Videl. "Is that allowed?" She asked. She was more than a little sure that her own highschool back in her home dimension had frowned upon the idea of students eating with staff. Why, she had no idea.
Videl nodded. "At least it is if I'm there. We can eat on the roof. Can you fly?"
"No, no one's taught me yet. Vegeta refuses to," She gave a lighthearted laugh. "And he wont let anyone else. Sorry, but we'll have to just use the stairs."
"It's ok, it's just that they're at the other end of the school"
"Well…Gohan's pretty strong. He could probable carry me and-" She looked at Sharpner. "What was your name?"
"He's Sharpner, and I'm Erasa." Erasa volunteered, awed by the kind, beautiful woman Gohan and Videl seemed to be friends with. She suddenly had a new role model.
"Well, Gohan can carry me and Sharpner. He could carry you too, Erasa, but then somebody might fall off, and that would probably not be very fun."
"I can carry her." Videl insisted.
"Is that ok, Gohan?" Usagi asked.
He shrugged, fine with me. I won't even notice that I'm carrying anyone, truth to tell."
Lunch was very nice-if one took out Sharpner's repeated attempts at flirtation and the many derogatory comments he threw at Gohan. He was a nice enough kid, he just liked to make himself seem the most important. After lunch the day passed fairly quickly, and before long everyone was standing outside the school, ready to go home.
"Do you need a lift back to Capsule Corp, Usagi?" Gohan offered, "I sorta' gave Nimbus to Goten, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used it. I'm pretty sure you'd be able to."
"Or better yet, I could give her a ride home in my new car." Sharpner declared, eying Usagi.
She discreetly scooted away.
"Feh, that won't be necessary." An arrogant, slightly angry voice suddenly said. Sharpner somehow found himself pushed up against the wall by a pissed off looking man with extremely dark coal black eyes and wearing blue spandex.
"Vegeta!" Usagi exclaimed in surprise.
"You dare to talk to her?" He snarled at Sharpner, staring strait at him as he became very afraid. "I've killed boys younger than you for far lesser things."
"Vegeta, stop it. He's just a kid." Usagi tugged on the Saiyan prince's arm and, reluctantly, he dropped the frightened teenager. He then grabbed Usagi tightly into his arms and glared menacingly at everyone else.
Finally Gohan's heart started beating again. "Vegeta? What are you doing here?" He managed to ask.
"That's none of your business, brat."
"What's going on?" A very confused Erasa asked.
"Sorry, this is Vegeta. He's my um…" Usagi paused, not knowing what term to use. Boyfriend made it seem like less than it was, lover didn't quite work either. Finally she decided on his term for them. "Mate."
Gohan jumped back, eyes wide. "Usagi…you…and Vegeta..?"
Vegeta smirked.
Then pulled his mate up into his arms and took off into the sky. Gohan smiled slightly then, with a small sigh, turned to Sharpner. However, something seemed to have made the blonde boy forget about sparring that day.
To be continued.
Finally, finished! Sorry this took so long, minna. Don't forget to review!
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 8
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Trunks cast a look at his scowling father as the two flew the familiar way to the Son house. Vegeta was never happy when he had to visit "the residence of that worthless Kakarott," but he seemed even more agitated than usual this time.
"Why are we goin' to Goku's, Dad? Could he not figure out how to put in a lightbulb or somethin'?"
"This is all you're fault, brat." Vegeta spat distastefully. "If it wasn't for you, I would not be wasting my day on the likes of that low- class baka." He glared menacingly at his lavender haired son, anger burning in his ebony eyes.
Dread began to fill the young half Saiyan. "My fault? What did I do?"
"Well apparently, son, you've been teaching Kakarott's youngest brat curse words." He answered coldly, putting emphasis on the word "son."
Trunks gulped. "Oh..."
"How many times have I told you that if you're going to curse then you need to do it in Saiyago!" The irate prince roared, his anger exploding. "Not only is there a bigger choice of words, but also since no one knows what you're saying I don't get called down to that fool's house! What's wrong with you?"
The young boy hung his head. His father had taught him the Saiyan language, Saiyago, when he had first begun training and they spoke it to each other when they were alone, like now. "Sorry Dad..." He muttered miserably.
"Mark my words, boy, you are going to pay for this! Because of you're foolishness, my valuable time is being wasted. How do you expect me to defeat Kakarott if I am going to his home to discuss your spreading your inferior knowledge of curses to his brat instead of training? I could be in the gravity room getting stronger. I could be forming a new technique. I could be with my mate right now, dammit!"
Trunks mumbled an apology, cheeks going red, as his father began some of the more colorful curses *he* hadn't even attempted yet.
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Goku, though sometimes appearing simpleminded, was actually a pretty intelligent person. Not only that, but his standards of what was right and wrong were very high. Similarly, when he felt that something was wrong, such as teaching the seven-year-old Goten naughty words, he was very good at showing it. He used his "responsible" tone of voice and within moments had Trunks feeling remorseful.
At the same time his wife Chi-Chi, who could succeed in being even more scary than Bulma at times, was very accomplished in the art of yelling. She showed this art unselfishly, and used it to beret both Trunks and his father.
Consequently, the fly home-many hours later-was filled with an icy silence as Vegeta pointedly ignored his son, and flew at his top speed back to capsule corp. Trunks, though strong for his age, wore himself out just trying to keep up.
And he still hadn't faced his mother yet.
Working his face into it's tried and true, many times proven don't- yell-at-me-I-didn't-mean-to look; Trunks followed Vegeta into the house. He'd have to use his best manipulation skills to get out of a punishment this time. He couldn't help but wince as he awaited the news to be coarsely announced; knowing the disapproving looks he'd get from his Mom and, worse, his Stepmom.
It never came. Vegeta strode purposefully into the kitchen, where everyone was just finishing dinner, and pulled Usagi from the sink where she was doing dishes with Bulma. Without so much as a glance at anyone else, he slung her over his shoulder and made to leave.
"Hey! She was helping me!" Bulma protested. "Do you expect me to clean this mess all by myself?"
"Hn. Trunks will clean it. All of it." Vegeta volunteered coldly, before disappearing out the door with Usagi. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief and set to help his mother without complaint. He was getting off easy…
(Eh…later)
"Usagi stretched happily, giving a small smile. "Well, that was certainly a surprise." She laughed. "Are you going to do that every time you decide to come in for the day?"
Vegeta smirked and pulled his mate closer to him. "Sure." He muttered, kissing her forehead. Suddenly, a loud grumbling noise was heard.
Usagi began to laugh. "Aw, poor Vegeta! You didn't get any dinner, did you?"
"It can wait." He answered gruffly, burying his nose in her hair. "I'm not getting up."
"Well, no one should be hungry. I'll go get something for you, then." She offered softly, moving to get up. She was stopped before moving even an inch as Vegeta's arm tightened around her in his usual possessive manner.
"You're not getting up, either." He growled.
"What? You want to order in? You want someone to bring something up here? Sorry, but I don't want anyone coming in here when neither of us is wearing anything but this sheet." She gave a little, cheerful laugh. "Come on and get up. I'll go with you." Vegeta grunted and reluctantly let her go. They pulled on enough clothing so as not to cause any nosebleeds should they encounter anyone in the halls, and made their way to the kitchen.
Usagi sat down and observed her…mate…closely for the millionth time since they'd gotten together. (FYI, since Usagi isn't a Saiyan, she isn't exactly used to thinking of him at her "mate" and thus doesn't know exactly what to call him in her mind.)
His strong face, angular and princely, did nothing to reveal his thoughts as he began to pile food onto his plate. Usagi freely stared at him, knowing his attention was diverted with the meal. He was, after all, a Saiyan. He was definitely the best looking man she'd ever seen, which was saying something considering that many of her former enemies-not to mention Mamoru and Seyia-were all very handsome. There was just…something about Vegeta, all of him-even his attitude, that made him irresistible.
Usagi let her eyes trail from his face.
He was wearing only a pair of baggy, white training pants, no shirt. She appreciatively observed the very impressive muscles of his arms, chest, and abdomen. A few large scars across his chest attested to his many battles, adding character. (Ooh La La. Have ya'll ever seen the-very few- episodes in which he doesn't have a shirt on? Those scars are just sexy!) As far as appearances went, Vegeta was perfect.
Especially to Usagi. Lunarians, perhaps because of their natural pale, frail looks, were attracted to strong, dark people. Which was the exact reason Selene had chosen Endymion to marry her daughter so long ago. Usagi mentally sighed. Mamoru may have had a slightly washboard stomach, but Vegeta makes him look like the biggest wimp on Earth. She thought rebelliously. (No offense Ni and other Mamo fans, but it is true.)Her eyes wen back to his stern face. She had already memorized every single feature, but she knew she could stare at him for eternity and not get bored.
"Like what you see, onna?" Vegeta asked with a smirk, amusement in his voice as he caught her staring.
She began to blush a little. Kami, she was falling for this man hard and fast.
Still smirking, he sat across from her and began to dig into his food. After a few moments Usagi decided to bring up the topic that had been on her mind all day. "Vegeta…did you have trouble concentrating today?" She asked carefully.
His head shot out. Thankfully, he remembered to swallow his food before he said anything to her. "How did you know that?" he demanded, making an effort not to sound as harsh as he usually did.
"I could…I dunno, sense it. I think I need to get a job." She paused, waiting for his reaction. None came. "Everyone here is usually doing something during the day." She went on. "A job would keep me from getting bored, not to mention it would probably help you to concentrate while you train if I wasn't in the same house."
"Do whatever you want, onna." He growled.
He saw the sense in her idea, and understood that she didn't have anything to do during the day anyway. But to have her gone…away from him…where other men could see and talk to her…Vegeta pushed away his protective instinct. She wouldn't appreciate it if he said he wanted her to stay home because he was jealous of some imaginary threat.
"What are you going to do?" He asked instead.
She smiled brightly, relieved that he hadn't objected. "Bulma and I talked about it earlier and we decided that I could be a teacher's assistant. Orange Star Highschool isn't far away, and Gohan could give me a lift if I needed it. And…I know it's wrong, but since I'm from another dimension and technically don't exist here, she's going to hack into the files and made some records for me, then get me hired at the school. She probably already started."
Vegeta smirked, she had it all planned out. "Fine." He finally said, a hint of affection creeping into his voice. "When are you going to start?"
"Today's Saturday, right?"
He nodded. Once.
"Monday."
Vegeta's smirk grew. She really was an amazing person. She smiled back and the Saiyan prince went back to eating.
"I have something else to ask you, Vegeta." Usagi began again after a few moments. "You might think it's silly, but I just really need to ask." She hesitated a moment, then decided to go ahead. "Will you tell me about Vegetasei?"
He was stunned. Bulma had never wanted to hear anything about his home planet, now Usagi was actually asking about it? He really had to stop comparing them; Usagi far outshone her predecessor. "What do you want to know?" He growled.
"Everything. Your customs, your legends, your myths. Even the Saiyan language if it isn't like against some law to teach an outsider like me. I mean Everything, Vegeta."
"Why?"
"Because…it's where you're from, and it's important to you. If something means a lot to you, then I want to know about it.
Vegeta's smirk almost became a smile.
Sometimes, Usagi was so much like a Saiyan he was amazed. Slowly he nodded his assent.
Then he went back to eating.
"Good morning, Gohan." Erasa greeted flirtatiously as the tall Saiyan hybrid took his place at his desk. She'd always flirted with him, but ever since the tournament-where she and a few other classmates had discovered that he was both the Great Saiyaman and Gold Fighter-it seemed suspiciously that her efforts had doubled. (FYI, for my own purposes, Erasa, Sharpner and that geeky dude didn't tell anyone about Gohan. How no one else noticed is…convenient, k?)
Gohan cast a glance at Videl, sitting in her usual spot on the other side of Erasa. Since the tournament, they had been unofficially dating- although no one knew about it. She gave him a small smile, signifying that she wouldn't accuse him of flirting with Erasa.
Today.
Sharpner eagerly leaned over both Videl and Erasa. "Hey Gohan, don't you think you were cutting it kinda' close?" He taunted. "You were almost late. The bell is going to ring soon."
"Just lucky, I guess." He laughed, a bit nervously.
"Did you fly to school today?"
"Y…yes."
"So, no one is coming to take you home, right?" There was an eager, bloodthirsty look in the blonde boy's eyes. Gohan hesitated, then nodded. "Great! Then you won't have a problem with meeting me after school for a little sparring match."
"What?"
"Yeah, I wanna see how I compare with a guy who looks wimpy but still manages to be tough enough to help protect the city."
"I don't think that's a good-"
"Oh, come on, Gohan, I want to see how good you are. Besides, I think it'd be a really good idea…if you didn't want your secret getting out. Ne, Saiyaman?"
Gohan cringed and, reluctantly nodded.
Just at that moment the bell rang and Sharpner, smirking, took his seat and dutifully faced the front of the classroom as the teacher walked in through the door. Following the teacher was a small, very beautiful blonde woman. Her hair was plaited into a solid gold braid down her back that almost reached the floor. Her crystalline blue eyes scanned the room nervously. She was wearing an ankle length blue dress with a small, matching jacket over it. (Her arms and legs-I.E. her scars-are hidden. She's self-conscious)
"All right, attention." The teacher began, for once getting what he'd asked for. Every eye in the room was on the blonde woman. "This is Tsukino Usagi. She'll be the teacher's assistant for this class for the rest of the year."
With a shy, perfect smile she clasped her hands in front of her and gave a small bow before taking a seat at the table that had been set up beside the teacher's desk.
Videl leaned over in her chair to see the face of her unofficial boyfriend. "Gohan why didn't you tell me Usagi would be our new teacher's assistant?" She asked, a slightly accusing tone to her voice as she gave a half glare.
"I didn't know!"
"Wait." Sharpner leaned over as well. "Don't tell me Gohan knows that girl!" he exclaimed skeptically, raising an eyebrow. He was still upset that Videl had chosen to hang out with Gohan at the tournament, rather than him.
"Well, she's kinda a friend of the family, I guess. I've only talked to her a few times, but she's really nice."
"Stop talking back there!" The teacher snapped, angry at being interrupted during his lecture.
Usagi looked up from grading papers and smiled in amusement.
After what was always too long a time, the bell rang for lunch. As the students rushed to get out of the classroom and into the famously long lunch lines as quickly as possible, Usagi calmly gathered the essays the teacher had just handed her, the gradebook, a pencil, and a red pen. As she stood from her seat she noticed that a group of teenagers had gathered in front of her.
"Gohan! Videl!" She greeted warmly. She hadn't said anything to them earlier for fear of embarrassing them.
"Hi Usagi-san. Why didn't you tell me you'd be working here?" Gohan asked. Usagi was a very interesting person and the truth was he was glad for the chance to talk to her again.
"I hope you don't mind, I'll try to stay out of your way. I just had to get out of the house, I was distracting Vegeta, and neither he nor Trunks were getting any training done." She laughed a little, blushing slightly although Gohan couldn't understand why.
Sharpner suddenly pushed in front of the half Saiyan and flexing his muscles, smirking at Usagi. (There's a difference between a normal smirk and a Vegeta smirk, btw) "He there." He said in his most seductive voice.
"How old are you?" Usagi asked, looking thoughtful and not seeming the least bit interested in the blonde teen in any way he was obviously hoping for.
He faltered a moment. "Seventeen." He finally answered.
"Ah." With that she turned to leave.
"Hey wait!" Sharpner whined. Usagi sighed and stopped.
"What?" She asked with a hint of exasperation.
"Can we eat lunch with you?"
Usagi looked strait at Videl. "Is that allowed?" She asked. She was more than a little sure that her own highschool back in her home dimension had frowned upon the idea of students eating with staff. Why, she had no idea.
Videl nodded. "At least it is if I'm there. We can eat on the roof. Can you fly?"
"No, no one's taught me yet. Vegeta refuses to," She gave a lighthearted laugh. "And he wont let anyone else. Sorry, but we'll have to just use the stairs."
"It's ok, it's just that they're at the other end of the school"
"Well…Gohan's pretty strong. He could probable carry me and-" She looked at Sharpner. "What was your name?"
"He's Sharpner, and I'm Erasa." Erasa volunteered, awed by the kind, beautiful woman Gohan and Videl seemed to be friends with. She suddenly had a new role model.
"Well, Gohan can carry me and Sharpner. He could carry you too, Erasa, but then somebody might fall off, and that would probably not be very fun."
"I can carry her." Videl insisted.
"Is that ok, Gohan?" Usagi asked.
He shrugged, fine with me. I won't even notice that I'm carrying anyone, truth to tell."
Lunch was very nice-if one took out Sharpner's repeated attempts at flirtation and the many derogatory comments he threw at Gohan. He was a nice enough kid, he just liked to make himself seem the most important. After lunch the day passed fairly quickly, and before long everyone was standing outside the school, ready to go home.
"Do you need a lift back to Capsule Corp, Usagi?" Gohan offered, "I sorta' gave Nimbus to Goten, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used it. I'm pretty sure you'd be able to."
"Or better yet, I could give her a ride home in my new car." Sharpner declared, eying Usagi.
She discreetly scooted away.
"Feh, that won't be necessary." An arrogant, slightly angry voice suddenly said. Sharpner somehow found himself pushed up against the wall by a pissed off looking man with extremely dark coal black eyes and wearing blue spandex.
"Vegeta!" Usagi exclaimed in surprise.
"You dare to talk to her?" He snarled at Sharpner, staring strait at him as he became very afraid. "I've killed boys younger than you for far lesser things."
"Vegeta, stop it. He's just a kid." Usagi tugged on the Saiyan prince's arm and, reluctantly, he dropped the frightened teenager. He then grabbed Usagi tightly into his arms and glared menacingly at everyone else.
Finally Gohan's heart started beating again. "Vegeta? What are you doing here?" He managed to ask.
"That's none of your business, brat."
"What's going on?" A very confused Erasa asked.
"Sorry, this is Vegeta. He's my um…" Usagi paused, not knowing what term to use. Boyfriend made it seem like less than it was, lover didn't quite work either. Finally she decided on his term for them. "Mate."
Gohan jumped back, eyes wide. "Usagi…you…and Vegeta..?"
Vegeta smirked.
Then pulled his mate up into his arms and took off into the sky. Gohan smiled slightly then, with a small sigh, turned to Sharpner. However, something seemed to have made the blonde boy forget about sparring that day.
To be continued.
Finally, finished! Sorry this took so long, minna. Don't forget to review!
