Disclaimer: Damn Z-chan! Because of him I don't own DBZ. Now he dies!
Meliah: Yeah! No more baka human running around!
Oh hush up!
A/n: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't get this out sooner, but I was a little busy trying to kill that cheating ass Z-chan! No one gets away with cheatin' on me!
Anyway! On to the reviewers!
Moonsaiyanprincess: OMG! The great moonsaiyanprincess reviewed my story! I'm honored! You are my favorite writer on this site!
Vegeta-is-Forgotten: I will continue with the story.
Uniaza_princevegeta_: I am continuing the story, and thank you for putting my story in your favorites.
Fya85: Thanx! That's a good idea! Sorry I didn't use it.
Vanetia: Thank you!
Chili BB: Thanx! I will continue it! I've gotten a lot of good reviews for this story.
Rae-Lynn: Bulma is based on my friends and me. I'm glad you like her character. I can't stand it that most of them portray her as a preppy lil' bitch. Now she is a true bitch. ^_^ There will defiantly be more Veggie in this chapter. Maybe some Yamcha bashing, but that may not come until next chapter.
Moonlight152: Thanx! Its good to know that you haven't fallen off the face of the earth.
Tracy: You're gunna find this chapter very interesting! Krillen, Kakarrot, Chi-Chi, 17, and maybe Yamcha will be coming in this chapter. I'm not really sure when Bulma and Veggie are gunna get together. ^_^=
Grrarg: Thanks! I'll try to make the chapters longer.
ashley: That's why I wrote the story. I was sick of all the stories where Bulma is preppy.
foxylady: Thank you for reviewing! I thought 18 and Bulma were really alike too; that's why I made them friends!
A/n: Anyway, I would just like to let everyone know that I will not have any of my favorite characters act preppy or really mushy. I find that shit absolutely pointless. In this story everyone is from the U.S. because I know absolutely nothing about Japan. Heh, heh! ^_^
Meliah: That's why she hates high school!
Damn straight! On with the story!
~Bulma's Thoughts~
::Vegeta's Thoughts::
%17's Thoughts%
!Goku/Kakarrot's Thoughts!
@Chi-Chi's Thoughts@
$Krillen's Thoughts$
*18's Thoughts*
The Greatest Fantasy
Fire and Steel
Bulma pulled into the main driveway of Capsule Corp. All she wanted to do was go to her lab to finish capsulizing her motorcycle. She had no such luck.
Bunni was waiting for her in front of the lab door, knowing that she would go there right after she got home to work on her precious motorcycle.
~Oh shit! Now I have to talk to her... And I thought the day was going well.~
"Hello, Bulma-dear. How was your day?" Bunni asked.
"Fine, until now," Bulma replied, sourly.
"Lovely," her mother cheered, completely ignoring the last thing Bulma had said. "So did you meet any new friends?"
"I met a girl named 18."
Bunni Briefs face fell; she had expected more out of HER daughter, "Get any dates?"
"Several offers." Bulma, knowing what her mother was going to ask next added, "I didn't accept any of them. Just as I thought, most of the people at that school are complete and total morons. The only two people I met that I had anything in common with were 18 and her friend Vegeta."
"I'm sure you'll meet more tomorrow."
"Great, Mom. Can I get in my lab now? I need to finish my motorcycle for tomorrow." Bulma pushed passed her mother, walked into her lab, and slammed the door in her mother's face.
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The Next Morning
Bulma had spent the entire night trying to capsulize her motorcycle, having no luck. She had an empty coffee pot next to her and a half full mug of coffee. Once again she had fallen asleep at her desk.
The clock on the desk beeped loudly, 8:00. Bulma shot up in her seat, "Crap! I overslept again! Now I only have ten minutes to get there!" She ran to the cupboard in the corner of her lab and grabbed an emergency set of clothes for a situation like this. As soon as she had her bag and keys, she was in her car roaring towards the school.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Mom just had to call the school to tell them that I was to be assigned community service every time I skip class. Damn her!"
Bulma leaped out of her car, bounded up the stairs to the main door, and skid into her class just as the bell rang.
"Nice timing, Miss Briefs. Next time try to get here a little earlier," the American Lit. teacher, Mr. Pryne said.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered as she walked to the back of the room. Vegeta was there, again, listening to his music with his eyes closed.
"Nice move, Woman. You've managed to piss the teacher off by the second day. You should be very proud of yourself," he said, eyes still closed.
"It took a little longer than I figured. I'm hoping to get kicked out of this hell-hole by the end of the week," she replied.
This statement caused his eyes to open. He looked over at her. ::Well, she's defiantly one of a kind. The only other girl I know like her is 18.:: "I wouldn't count on it. I've been here for a little over two years, no one ever gets kicked out. Believe me, 18 and I have tried."
"Shit!" she yelled, yet again calling attention to herself.
"Miss Briefs, would you please refrain from using that language like that in my class?" Mr. Pryne asked.
"Nah, that's okay," she replied. "Freedom of speech."
"This is not American Government, Miss Briefs, you do not have that right in here," he countered.
"I'm protesting! I refuse to sit here if you won't let me speak my beliefs!"
"You don't have that right either, Young Lady!" he yelled, obviously getting more and more pissed by the second.
"Actually, Sir," Vegeta said, catching on to what she was trying to do, "she has every right to assemble peacefully. I agree with her. If you won't allow us to talk about what we believe in then we aren't staying."
"That's it! Both of you to the Principal's office!" Mr. Pryne yelled.
Bulma and Vegeta smirked at each other and walked out of the room.
"Let's go. Thanks for the help. I probably wouldn't have gotten out if you hadn't stepped in," Bulma said as they walked toward the office.
"Yeah, where are we going?" Vegeta asked.
"The Principal's office. I wanna start my record. It will really please my mother," she replied.
"You know, the first time I saw you I expected to be a preppy little Ice Princess. I think I was wrong," Vegeta said, laughing inwardly.
"Thanks."
"It's not every day you meet a girl made of fire and steel; 18 is the only other one that I know."
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In the Principal's Office
"So, Mr. Ouji, we meet again. I thought perhaps you had changed your ways," the principal, Mr. Mudo.
"Not on your life, Old Man," Vegeta replied.
"And you, Miss Briefs, I had expected better from someone like you," he added, ignoring Vegeta's comment.
"Why?" Bulma asked. "Is it because I'm famous? Or because my mother is a kiss-ass? Or my father is a genius?"
"I'm told you are quite the genius too. Why is it that you're here?"
"Ask my mother, she's the only one that really understands," she said.
"Riiiight. Mrs. Bulle." The bubbly woman that Bulma had met the day before came in the room. "I'm letting both of them off with a warning because I'm sure Mr. Ouji was just showing off for Miss Briefs, and she didn't know what she was getting into."
"Of course, Mr. Mudo," Mrs. Bulle replied. "Off to class with the both of you!"
"That was entertaining. I can't believe he let us off! He never let me and 18 get away with that..." Vegeta said.
"Yeah, I'll see you at lunch." Vegeta gave her a quizzical look. "18 invited me to sit with you. Bye!"
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Super Study
Bulma walked in and sat down in a seat in the back of the room. If this teacher was anything like the last one, she'd need it. A thin boy with shoulder length black hair and familiar, indifferent blue eyes sat in the seat next to her.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey," she replied. ~He looks really familiar.~ "Do I know you?"
"I doubt it. You new here?"
"I guess. My name's Bulma," she told him, not wanting him to know her last name yet.
"So you're the girl Juu was talking about. You seem nothing like her," he said.
"Juu?" Now she was really confused. If she had met a girl named Juu she would defiantly remember.
"That's her nickname, her real name's 18. I'm her brother, 17 Gero," he explained.
"Really interesting names you guys have..."
"Yeah, ha, our father is a moron..."
It went on like that until the bell rang. The two walked to lunch together. They got their food and 17 walked her to their table. Vegeta was already there, staring at his food like it was poison. He looked up to see Bulma and 17 sit down next to each other.
::Damn, he got to her already... Wait! What am I thinking? Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!::
Vegeta gave the two a glare before returning to his staring at his food.
~What the hell was that all about?~
Seventeen hadn't found anything he didn't like about this girl. She was in no way like his sister. He didn't need another one of those.
%I don't know what Juu was talking about. She hasn't cussed once, and she hasn't talked back to any one.%
Just then, Bulma proved him wrong. "What the hell is this shit?" she yelled. For the first time, she had gotten a good look at the food she had bought. "I'm not eating this shit!"
%Where did that come from?%
18 walked up just as she said this. "I guess you've discovered the joys of cafeteria food. We usually go out, but they wont let us this week," she explained.
Bulma looked up at her to see that 18 was followed by a tall smiling boy with spiky black hair, a short bald kid, a medium height girl with raven hair pulled up into a bun, and a scar faced guy with short, spiky hair. She raised an eyebrow at 18 trying to indicate that she wanted an introduction to these people. "This is Vegeta's cousin, Goku," she started. The tall boy waved and sat down and began to inhale his food at an alarming pace. "And this is his girlfriend," but she was interrupted by the sound of Goku getting smacked over the head with a Calculus book, "Chi- Chi." The raven-haired girl blushed and sat down next to Goku. Cueball here, is my boyfriend."
The short bald kid interrupted her, "Krillen."
"And this is-," but she was interrupted again.
"Yamcha," the scar-faced guy said. "How wonderful it is to meet you! Would you like to go out with me?" He grabbed her hand and tried to kiss it.
Bulma looked over to 18, who was now sitting between Krillen and Vegeta.
~No help there. He obviously doesn't remember. Guess I'll have to do this my way. Too bad for him...~
Vegeta had saw Yamcha try to kiss her hand, it disgusted him.
::How will she react to that? Most of the women would turn into butter after that one...::
Bulma pulled her hand away from his and slapped him across the face. "Don't ever fuckin' touch me again, you moron!" she yelled. "And, no, I don't want to go out with you! You don't even know me! You are just like the rest of the morons that go to this school."
This caused everyone at the table to look up. "No offense guys!" Everyone went back to talking and staring at their food. "Get the hell out of here!"
Yamcha scampered off, and all of the people at the table looked at her in a strange way.
Vegeta looked almost proud. ::What a way to handle that baka!::
17 looked slightly shocked. %Now I see what Juu meant...%
Goku looked confused. !Why doesn't she like the food. Maybe she'll let me have hers!! (A/n: ~*~Runs screaming from Kakarrot fans~*~)
Chi-Chi had a huge smile on her face. @Finally someone stood up to that little slut. She's perfect for our little group...@
Krillen looked terrified. $Not ANOTHER 18!!!!!!!!$
18 had a small smirk on her face. *I knew she'd fit in. I wish I had done that...*
Bulma decided to ignore the looks she was getting from them. "Oh, here guys, I figured that the food here would be inedible, so I packed some extra last night." Bulma pulled a capsule from her bag, pushed the little button on the top, and threw it on the table. There was a loud pop and there was now several plates of food sitting on the lunch table.
"Oh no you don't, Kakarrot!" Vegeta yelled. "You already ate all the other food."
"Kakarrot?" Bulma asked.
"It's his real name, but he is too much of a baka to use it," Vegeta explained.
"Riiiight."
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After School
Bulma walked out of the school carrying a bag full of books. ~I don't see why it's necessary for me to do homework if I'm only here for social reasons. Maybe mom will get off my back about making friends now.~
She was searching her pockets for the capsule with her car in it when a voice yelled, "Hey, need a ride?" Bulma looked up to see Vegeta sitting on a motorcycle.
"Nice ride. Its almost as good as mine," she said, in awe.
"Oh yeah, if yours is so great, how come you don't ride it?" he asked.
"It's in my lab. Can't get it to stay capsulized," she explained.
"Come with me, I wanna take a look at this bike that is supposedly better than mine. Maybe we can get it fixed."
Bulma walked over to him and sat on the back of his bike. She wrapped her arms around his waist, surprising him.
~That was a lovely little reaction. Let's see how far we can take this...~ Her arms wrapped tighter around him.
Vegeta's eyes went huge. ::What the hell is she doing? Oh well, this isn't too bad...::
They pulled out of the parking lot and sped toward Capsule Corp.
^^^^^^^^^
Abby and her friends were walking out of the school discussing who they were going to screw that weekend.
"Hey, Abby!" Alesa yelled. "Isn't that Vegeta?"
Abby looked up to see Vegeta driving away with Bulma clinging to his waist. "I don't think so!" she said quickly, trying to cover up a lie she had just told.
"It is too!" Aliesha said.
Ashley added, "And I think that's Bulma Briefs on the back."
"He never lets anyone ride his bike! What the heck is she doing?" Andrea asked.
"Abby, weren't you just saying that YOU were going home with Vegeta tonight?" Alyssa asked.
"I, well, uh..." Abby stuttered.
"Did you, like, lie to us, Abby?" Alexis asked.
"Um..."
*~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~** ~**~**~*
~*~Raven goes running by being chased by crazed Kakarrot fans~*~
Meliah: Hey, I think I saw that baka third class Kaka- I mean, I think I saw Goku back there!
~*~Kakarrot fans scream and run to the direction Meliah pointed.~*~
Thanks Meliah!
Meliah: That's my way of saying thank you for letting me destroy that baka Z-chan...
Yep! ^_^
A/n: So what did you think? How was it? I hope it sort of made up for how short the others were...
Any ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions?
There will probably be more Yamcha bashing in the next chapter. I haven't decided yet...hehe
R&R!
Ok, I need a little help here...heh heh...I need to know how to make the italics, bold, and underline to work. Will someone please tell me how this works!?!?!?!?!?!
Meliah: Yeah! No more baka human running around!
Oh hush up!
A/n: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't get this out sooner, but I was a little busy trying to kill that cheating ass Z-chan! No one gets away with cheatin' on me!
Anyway! On to the reviewers!
Moonsaiyanprincess: OMG! The great moonsaiyanprincess reviewed my story! I'm honored! You are my favorite writer on this site!
Vegeta-is-Forgotten: I will continue with the story.
Uniaza_princevegeta_: I am continuing the story, and thank you for putting my story in your favorites.
Fya85: Thanx! That's a good idea! Sorry I didn't use it.
Vanetia: Thank you!
Chili BB: Thanx! I will continue it! I've gotten a lot of good reviews for this story.
Rae-Lynn: Bulma is based on my friends and me. I'm glad you like her character. I can't stand it that most of them portray her as a preppy lil' bitch. Now she is a true bitch. ^_^ There will defiantly be more Veggie in this chapter. Maybe some Yamcha bashing, but that may not come until next chapter.
Moonlight152: Thanx! Its good to know that you haven't fallen off the face of the earth.
Tracy: You're gunna find this chapter very interesting! Krillen, Kakarrot, Chi-Chi, 17, and maybe Yamcha will be coming in this chapter. I'm not really sure when Bulma and Veggie are gunna get together. ^_^=
Grrarg: Thanks! I'll try to make the chapters longer.
ashley: That's why I wrote the story. I was sick of all the stories where Bulma is preppy.
foxylady: Thank you for reviewing! I thought 18 and Bulma were really alike too; that's why I made them friends!
A/n: Anyway, I would just like to let everyone know that I will not have any of my favorite characters act preppy or really mushy. I find that shit absolutely pointless. In this story everyone is from the U.S. because I know absolutely nothing about Japan. Heh, heh! ^_^
Meliah: That's why she hates high school!
Damn straight! On with the story!
~Bulma's Thoughts~
::Vegeta's Thoughts::
%17's Thoughts%
!Goku/Kakarrot's Thoughts!
@Chi-Chi's Thoughts@
$Krillen's Thoughts$
*18's Thoughts*
The Greatest Fantasy
Fire and Steel
Bulma pulled into the main driveway of Capsule Corp. All she wanted to do was go to her lab to finish capsulizing her motorcycle. She had no such luck.
Bunni was waiting for her in front of the lab door, knowing that she would go there right after she got home to work on her precious motorcycle.
~Oh shit! Now I have to talk to her... And I thought the day was going well.~
"Hello, Bulma-dear. How was your day?" Bunni asked.
"Fine, until now," Bulma replied, sourly.
"Lovely," her mother cheered, completely ignoring the last thing Bulma had said. "So did you meet any new friends?"
"I met a girl named 18."
Bunni Briefs face fell; she had expected more out of HER daughter, "Get any dates?"
"Several offers." Bulma, knowing what her mother was going to ask next added, "I didn't accept any of them. Just as I thought, most of the people at that school are complete and total morons. The only two people I met that I had anything in common with were 18 and her friend Vegeta."
"I'm sure you'll meet more tomorrow."
"Great, Mom. Can I get in my lab now? I need to finish my motorcycle for tomorrow." Bulma pushed passed her mother, walked into her lab, and slammed the door in her mother's face.
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The Next Morning
Bulma had spent the entire night trying to capsulize her motorcycle, having no luck. She had an empty coffee pot next to her and a half full mug of coffee. Once again she had fallen asleep at her desk.
The clock on the desk beeped loudly, 8:00. Bulma shot up in her seat, "Crap! I overslept again! Now I only have ten minutes to get there!" She ran to the cupboard in the corner of her lab and grabbed an emergency set of clothes for a situation like this. As soon as she had her bag and keys, she was in her car roaring towards the school.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Mom just had to call the school to tell them that I was to be assigned community service every time I skip class. Damn her!"
Bulma leaped out of her car, bounded up the stairs to the main door, and skid into her class just as the bell rang.
"Nice timing, Miss Briefs. Next time try to get here a little earlier," the American Lit. teacher, Mr. Pryne said.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered as she walked to the back of the room. Vegeta was there, again, listening to his music with his eyes closed.
"Nice move, Woman. You've managed to piss the teacher off by the second day. You should be very proud of yourself," he said, eyes still closed.
"It took a little longer than I figured. I'm hoping to get kicked out of this hell-hole by the end of the week," she replied.
This statement caused his eyes to open. He looked over at her. ::Well, she's defiantly one of a kind. The only other girl I know like her is 18.:: "I wouldn't count on it. I've been here for a little over two years, no one ever gets kicked out. Believe me, 18 and I have tried."
"Shit!" she yelled, yet again calling attention to herself.
"Miss Briefs, would you please refrain from using that language like that in my class?" Mr. Pryne asked.
"Nah, that's okay," she replied. "Freedom of speech."
"This is not American Government, Miss Briefs, you do not have that right in here," he countered.
"I'm protesting! I refuse to sit here if you won't let me speak my beliefs!"
"You don't have that right either, Young Lady!" he yelled, obviously getting more and more pissed by the second.
"Actually, Sir," Vegeta said, catching on to what she was trying to do, "she has every right to assemble peacefully. I agree with her. If you won't allow us to talk about what we believe in then we aren't staying."
"That's it! Both of you to the Principal's office!" Mr. Pryne yelled.
Bulma and Vegeta smirked at each other and walked out of the room.
"Let's go. Thanks for the help. I probably wouldn't have gotten out if you hadn't stepped in," Bulma said as they walked toward the office.
"Yeah, where are we going?" Vegeta asked.
"The Principal's office. I wanna start my record. It will really please my mother," she replied.
"You know, the first time I saw you I expected to be a preppy little Ice Princess. I think I was wrong," Vegeta said, laughing inwardly.
"Thanks."
"It's not every day you meet a girl made of fire and steel; 18 is the only other one that I know."
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In the Principal's Office
"So, Mr. Ouji, we meet again. I thought perhaps you had changed your ways," the principal, Mr. Mudo.
"Not on your life, Old Man," Vegeta replied.
"And you, Miss Briefs, I had expected better from someone like you," he added, ignoring Vegeta's comment.
"Why?" Bulma asked. "Is it because I'm famous? Or because my mother is a kiss-ass? Or my father is a genius?"
"I'm told you are quite the genius too. Why is it that you're here?"
"Ask my mother, she's the only one that really understands," she said.
"Riiiight. Mrs. Bulle." The bubbly woman that Bulma had met the day before came in the room. "I'm letting both of them off with a warning because I'm sure Mr. Ouji was just showing off for Miss Briefs, and she didn't know what she was getting into."
"Of course, Mr. Mudo," Mrs. Bulle replied. "Off to class with the both of you!"
"That was entertaining. I can't believe he let us off! He never let me and 18 get away with that..." Vegeta said.
"Yeah, I'll see you at lunch." Vegeta gave her a quizzical look. "18 invited me to sit with you. Bye!"
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Super Study
Bulma walked in and sat down in a seat in the back of the room. If this teacher was anything like the last one, she'd need it. A thin boy with shoulder length black hair and familiar, indifferent blue eyes sat in the seat next to her.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey," she replied. ~He looks really familiar.~ "Do I know you?"
"I doubt it. You new here?"
"I guess. My name's Bulma," she told him, not wanting him to know her last name yet.
"So you're the girl Juu was talking about. You seem nothing like her," he said.
"Juu?" Now she was really confused. If she had met a girl named Juu she would defiantly remember.
"That's her nickname, her real name's 18. I'm her brother, 17 Gero," he explained.
"Really interesting names you guys have..."
"Yeah, ha, our father is a moron..."
It went on like that until the bell rang. The two walked to lunch together. They got their food and 17 walked her to their table. Vegeta was already there, staring at his food like it was poison. He looked up to see Bulma and 17 sit down next to each other.
::Damn, he got to her already... Wait! What am I thinking? Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!::
Vegeta gave the two a glare before returning to his staring at his food.
~What the hell was that all about?~
Seventeen hadn't found anything he didn't like about this girl. She was in no way like his sister. He didn't need another one of those.
%I don't know what Juu was talking about. She hasn't cussed once, and she hasn't talked back to any one.%
Just then, Bulma proved him wrong. "What the hell is this shit?" she yelled. For the first time, she had gotten a good look at the food she had bought. "I'm not eating this shit!"
%Where did that come from?%
18 walked up just as she said this. "I guess you've discovered the joys of cafeteria food. We usually go out, but they wont let us this week," she explained.
Bulma looked up at her to see that 18 was followed by a tall smiling boy with spiky black hair, a short bald kid, a medium height girl with raven hair pulled up into a bun, and a scar faced guy with short, spiky hair. She raised an eyebrow at 18 trying to indicate that she wanted an introduction to these people. "This is Vegeta's cousin, Goku," she started. The tall boy waved and sat down and began to inhale his food at an alarming pace. "And this is his girlfriend," but she was interrupted by the sound of Goku getting smacked over the head with a Calculus book, "Chi- Chi." The raven-haired girl blushed and sat down next to Goku. Cueball here, is my boyfriend."
The short bald kid interrupted her, "Krillen."
"And this is-," but she was interrupted again.
"Yamcha," the scar-faced guy said. "How wonderful it is to meet you! Would you like to go out with me?" He grabbed her hand and tried to kiss it.
Bulma looked over to 18, who was now sitting between Krillen and Vegeta.
~No help there. He obviously doesn't remember. Guess I'll have to do this my way. Too bad for him...~
Vegeta had saw Yamcha try to kiss her hand, it disgusted him.
::How will she react to that? Most of the women would turn into butter after that one...::
Bulma pulled her hand away from his and slapped him across the face. "Don't ever fuckin' touch me again, you moron!" she yelled. "And, no, I don't want to go out with you! You don't even know me! You are just like the rest of the morons that go to this school."
This caused everyone at the table to look up. "No offense guys!" Everyone went back to talking and staring at their food. "Get the hell out of here!"
Yamcha scampered off, and all of the people at the table looked at her in a strange way.
Vegeta looked almost proud. ::What a way to handle that baka!::
17 looked slightly shocked. %Now I see what Juu meant...%
Goku looked confused. !Why doesn't she like the food. Maybe she'll let me have hers!! (A/n: ~*~Runs screaming from Kakarrot fans~*~)
Chi-Chi had a huge smile on her face. @Finally someone stood up to that little slut. She's perfect for our little group...@
Krillen looked terrified. $Not ANOTHER 18!!!!!!!!$
18 had a small smirk on her face. *I knew she'd fit in. I wish I had done that...*
Bulma decided to ignore the looks she was getting from them. "Oh, here guys, I figured that the food here would be inedible, so I packed some extra last night." Bulma pulled a capsule from her bag, pushed the little button on the top, and threw it on the table. There was a loud pop and there was now several plates of food sitting on the lunch table.
"Oh no you don't, Kakarrot!" Vegeta yelled. "You already ate all the other food."
"Kakarrot?" Bulma asked.
"It's his real name, but he is too much of a baka to use it," Vegeta explained.
"Riiiight."
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After School
Bulma walked out of the school carrying a bag full of books. ~I don't see why it's necessary for me to do homework if I'm only here for social reasons. Maybe mom will get off my back about making friends now.~
She was searching her pockets for the capsule with her car in it when a voice yelled, "Hey, need a ride?" Bulma looked up to see Vegeta sitting on a motorcycle.
"Nice ride. Its almost as good as mine," she said, in awe.
"Oh yeah, if yours is so great, how come you don't ride it?" he asked.
"It's in my lab. Can't get it to stay capsulized," she explained.
"Come with me, I wanna take a look at this bike that is supposedly better than mine. Maybe we can get it fixed."
Bulma walked over to him and sat on the back of his bike. She wrapped her arms around his waist, surprising him.
~That was a lovely little reaction. Let's see how far we can take this...~ Her arms wrapped tighter around him.
Vegeta's eyes went huge. ::What the hell is she doing? Oh well, this isn't too bad...::
They pulled out of the parking lot and sped toward Capsule Corp.
^^^^^^^^^
Abby and her friends were walking out of the school discussing who they were going to screw that weekend.
"Hey, Abby!" Alesa yelled. "Isn't that Vegeta?"
Abby looked up to see Vegeta driving away with Bulma clinging to his waist. "I don't think so!" she said quickly, trying to cover up a lie she had just told.
"It is too!" Aliesha said.
Ashley added, "And I think that's Bulma Briefs on the back."
"He never lets anyone ride his bike! What the heck is she doing?" Andrea asked.
"Abby, weren't you just saying that YOU were going home with Vegeta tonight?" Alyssa asked.
"I, well, uh..." Abby stuttered.
"Did you, like, lie to us, Abby?" Alexis asked.
"Um..."
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~*~Raven goes running by being chased by crazed Kakarrot fans~*~
Meliah: Hey, I think I saw that baka third class Kaka- I mean, I think I saw Goku back there!
~*~Kakarrot fans scream and run to the direction Meliah pointed.~*~
Thanks Meliah!
Meliah: That's my way of saying thank you for letting me destroy that baka Z-chan...
Yep! ^_^
A/n: So what did you think? How was it? I hope it sort of made up for how short the others were...
Any ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions?
There will probably be more Yamcha bashing in the next chapter. I haven't decided yet...hehe
R&R!
Ok, I need a little help here...heh heh...I need to know how to make the italics, bold, and underline to work. Will someone please tell me how this works!?!?!?!?!?!
