A/n: Hey! I got the next chapter out! Woo hoo for me!
Meliah: But it's short...
Raven: I was running low on inspiration... Sorry...
Meliah: But reviews help with inspiration! So send them!
Raven: Right! On to my 17 givers of inspiration!
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foxylady: Don't try too hard to set that pudding on fire! I think its only possible for Kakarrot to pull that one off...
CrimsonPassion: OK!
p.princess: I know that OMG can stand for oh my god, but they say that and then they say this and I'm just way too intelligent to understand the language of preps
Sujakata: I wonder what the master plan is too!
Wolf J. Flywheel: Yes you do recognize a few of those names... where did you think I got them?
Izzy: Thanks!
Cat: Well, its not exactly soon, but its here!
:D : There are too man damn A names! Honestly! I think it's a conspiracy or something!
Luna Llena: Thanks!
Niori: I think so too, but I'm runnin' kinda low on inspiration...
moonsaiyanprincess: Well you don't find out what happens at the dance in this chappie, but you will in the next one. At least part of it...
Vegetas-Angel: Yep
Stardust: k...
: NAMES!!!!! JEEZE! I really don't know how to catch pudding on fire. Maybe its only possible when Kakarrot does it...
Saki: Twisted but cute... I think I like that phrase!
DemonDancing: O.o DemonDancing? As in THE DemonDancing? You read some of my stuff! O.o I luv your work! I've read a lot of your stuff. Poems, Gohan torture, ect. I luv it all!! Thanks so much for reading my stuff... **does little happy dance** oh... heh... heh... you're still here...^_^
Seth: yep most of the chapters for this story are short because I'm usually busy working on Frozen in Time so I don't get killed by my good friend S-chan... I'll try to make the next one longer for you, but I'm not sure I'll get to it...
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The Greatest Fantasy
Not So Perfect Evening
"I... Uh..." ~I don't know what to say~
~'Yes you do! You know you can't fall for another guy'~
~Don't listen to her! You know you want him! Go tell him!~
~'No! Don't! You'll get hurt again! Remember what it was like with Yamcha?'~
~It won't be like that! Vegeta is different!~
~'How do you know that? Hmmm? You can't do it!'~
"I can't do this..." Bulma muttered.
"What?" Vegeta asked.
She shook her head, "Nothing, just talking to myself."
He chuckled, "You know Woman, they say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."
"Maybe I am going insane then... It would make sense considering I've spent so much time around the bakas at this school that. It really wouldn't surprise me." Bulma looked at her watch and said, "Well, I'm going home. The dance is next week, right?"
"Uh... I guess... Why?" Vegeta asked.
She smirked, "I have to find the perfect outfit..."
He quirked an eyebrow at her, giving her that look that caused most girls to melt. "Since when do you care about clothes?"
"Since I get a chance to scare preps," she replied. "I'll be the only one that isn't dressed in something preppy."
"Okay," he said turning to get his stuff from his locker.
"Oh! And Geta!" she cried causing him to spin around in surprise. "If you see 18 in fourth, tell her to meet me in my lab tonight, okay?"
"Okay. You want a ride? There's no way I'm staying here."
"Sure, I'll take a ride. I'll meet you outside by the corner. See ya in a few!"
"Yep." Vegeta walked up the stairs to his locker. He found 18 sitting on the stair railing that went up to the third floor. She just happened to be right next to the door of Krillen's third block class. "Hey Gero. What the hell are you doing out here? Don't you have a class this block?"
"Not anymore," she replied nonchalantly. "She kicked me out again and apparently I've reached the maximum number of times you can get kicked out of Algebra Two in one quarter so they're making me take it again next year. Right now I have an open, and Krillen has next open, so I'm gunna skip."
"Stupid move on their part," he commented, grabbing his leather jacket and the capsule his motorcycle was in. "See ya tomorrow Gero."
"Where are you goin'? You got fourth with Blu, just go to class." Suddenly her face went white, "Holy shit, I sound like a teacher. I've been spending too much time in class! Krillen had better hurry up before I go completely insane..."
Vegeta chuckled and headed down the stairs towards the door. Bulma was standing on the corner waiting for him. ::Wonder what she'll wear to the dance...:: Visions of him picking her up, and her walking down the stairs to her lab from her room in a short leather skirt and-
::Wait a minute! She'd never wear anything like that. Non-Preppy or not, she hates short skirts and the girls who wear them.:: He smirked to himself. ::Too bad though...::
::Where the hell did that come from? Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!:: While Vegeta was mentally banging his head against a wall; he didn't realize that he was getting closer and closer to Bulma. She noticed though that his eyes seemed transfixed on her chest because he was staring straight forward.
~What the hell is he staring at?~ "Yoo hoo! Vegeta? Vegeta Ouji? Earth to Vegeta?" Nothing was getting through to him so she snapped her fingers right next to his face, "Hey! Geta!"
"What the fuck?!" Vegeta yelled as he realized what was going on. Bulma was staring at him like he had completely lost his mind. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You were zoning out," Bulma replied. "So are we gunna leave, or are we gunna sit on the corner all afternoon?"
"Funny Woman. Very funny." Vegeta tossed the capsule to the ground and his motorcycle appeared in a puff of smoke. He swung his leg over the side, "Get on Woman, or you're going to be left behind."
She just rolled her eyes and climbed on behind him, "Let's go Geta."
"Damn it Woman! Don't call me that!" he growled as he started the engine and pulled out into the street. "How many detentions do you suppose they give us for this one?"
"My guess is at least two apiece. One for each class we skipped out of. Oh well, we'll just terrorize the teacher in there, and maybe he'll quit. I can only hope."
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The Afternoon Before the Dance
Bulma was sitting in her favorite chair in her lab, and Chi-Chi and Goku were over too. Bulma and Chi-Chi were helping each other get ready for the dance and Goku wasn't allowed to go anywhere near Vegeta at the moment, so he came over too.
"Bulma, go get your dress on, I wanna see it," Chi-Chi said as she pinned a piece of her hair to her head.
"Alright, but I'll just wear it for a minute," Bulma replied as she ran to the stairs that led to her bedroom. "Be right back, and Son-kun, don't eat all the food in that fridge. I just restocked it yesterday and Vegeta will probably want something when he comes over."
Goku's smile faded as he hunted though the refrigerator for something to eat while he waited for the two girls to get ready. "Yes Bulma-chan."
Chi-Chi shook her head and sprayed her head with a large amount of hairspray.
Bulma stepped into the doorway at the top of the staircase that led to her room, "Tada!" She hadn't worn a dress in over four years, and she probably wouldn't have again if it weren't required. The dress was black with a full-length skirt that brushed the ground. The top was designed like a halter-top and tied behind her neck.
"Wow," Chi-Chi muttered. "That's a nice dress Bulma..."
Bulma smirked and descended down the stairs lightly, "It'll knock Geta's socks off.." She said, and added as an after thought "Of course that's not the point."
"Sure it's not," Goku muttered from the refrigerator. He may have been a moron, but he noticed something between his friends that they were too proud to notice themselves.
"Screw you Son-kun!" Bulma called from the main room.
"Hey, B-chan," he called back, "do you have any of that fudge mint ice cream left?"
"Um...I think there's some in the back of the freezer. I was trying to hide it from Vegeta, but you're welcome to it."
"Thanks B-chan!" Goku returned from the small in-lab kitchen with a large bowl of fudge mint ice cream. "Wow, B-chan, that's a nice dress." He walked forward to get a better look, but he tripped over a large stack of books next to the couch.
Everything moved in slow motion as Goku tripped. The ice cream slowly flew through the air and landed on Bulma's dress. "Damn it!" she yelled as the bowl fell to the floor. The front of her dress was covered in fudge mint ice cream. "What the hell am I gunna wear now? Chi-Chi! I need to go to this dance! I'm supposed to help Vegeta get back at Yamcha. If I don't have a dress, I can't go! Shit!"
In all her years away from high school, Bulma did two things: work in her lab and study foreign languages. Those years of studying those languages really showed as she began cussing everything and everyone around her in as many languages as she knew.
"Bulma, calm down, maybe we can get the ice cream off," Chi-Chi offered.
"Geez, Bulma-chan, I'm really sorry, but I didn't see the books and..." Goku trailed off seeing the look of total rage on his friend's face. For the first time in his life Son Goku was afraid of a girl that wasn't Chi- Chi.
"What's going on in there?" Mrs. Briefs called into the lab from outside.
"Nothing Mother!" Bulma yelled back, still trying to stop herself from strangling the man in front of her.
"I heard yelling, are you sure everything is all right?" her mother tried again.
"Everything is fine Mrs. Briefs," Chi-Chi called. "Bulma just spilt something on her dress for the dance and we don't know what to do about it."
In a split second Mrs. Briefs was standing by her daughter's side, "Anything I can do to help?"
"How did you get in?" Bulma asked. "The door was looked and I'm the only one who knows the code..."
"That's not important right now! Now lets have a look at that spill..." She turned her daughter to face her and looked at the ice cream spot on the front of her dress. "There is no way that you'll get that off there in two hours, so I have an idea. Come with me Bulma!" Bulma's perky mother grabbed her arm and started to drag her upstairs to her room.
"Chi! Stop her!" Bulma mouthed. "Mom! Where are we going?!"
"There is something in your closet that I bought for you and I always hoped you'd wear it! Now you don't have a choice!" her mother replied.
"Oh dear lord, you mean a dress that you picked out? This can't be good..."
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A/n: I know, I know, really short again, but I wanted to get this out now. It's been on my computer for a while and I just never got around to working on it again... Sorry bout that...
So what will this dress of Mrs. Briefs look like? Will Bulma actually wear it and go to the dance with Veggie? What will happen if she does? Find out soon on The Greatest Fantasy!
R&R!
Meliah: But it's short...
Raven: I was running low on inspiration... Sorry...
Meliah: But reviews help with inspiration! So send them!
Raven: Right! On to my 17 givers of inspiration!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
foxylady: Don't try too hard to set that pudding on fire! I think its only possible for Kakarrot to pull that one off...
CrimsonPassion: OK!
p.princess: I know that OMG can stand for oh my god, but they say that and then they say this and I'm just way too intelligent to understand the language of preps
Sujakata: I wonder what the master plan is too!
Wolf J. Flywheel: Yes you do recognize a few of those names... where did you think I got them?
Izzy: Thanks!
Cat: Well, its not exactly soon, but its here!
:D : There are too man damn A names! Honestly! I think it's a conspiracy or something!
Luna Llena: Thanks!
Niori: I think so too, but I'm runnin' kinda low on inspiration...
moonsaiyanprincess: Well you don't find out what happens at the dance in this chappie, but you will in the next one. At least part of it...
Vegetas-Angel: Yep
Stardust: k...
: NAMES!!!!! JEEZE! I really don't know how to catch pudding on fire. Maybe its only possible when Kakarrot does it...
Saki: Twisted but cute... I think I like that phrase!
DemonDancing: O.o DemonDancing? As in THE DemonDancing? You read some of my stuff! O.o I luv your work! I've read a lot of your stuff. Poems, Gohan torture, ect. I luv it all!! Thanks so much for reading my stuff... **does little happy dance** oh... heh... heh... you're still here...^_^
Seth: yep most of the chapters for this story are short because I'm usually busy working on Frozen in Time so I don't get killed by my good friend S-chan... I'll try to make the next one longer for you, but I'm not sure I'll get to it...
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The Greatest Fantasy
Not So Perfect Evening
"I... Uh..." ~I don't know what to say~
~'Yes you do! You know you can't fall for another guy'~
~Don't listen to her! You know you want him! Go tell him!~
~'No! Don't! You'll get hurt again! Remember what it was like with Yamcha?'~
~It won't be like that! Vegeta is different!~
~'How do you know that? Hmmm? You can't do it!'~
"I can't do this..." Bulma muttered.
"What?" Vegeta asked.
She shook her head, "Nothing, just talking to myself."
He chuckled, "You know Woman, they say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."
"Maybe I am going insane then... It would make sense considering I've spent so much time around the bakas at this school that. It really wouldn't surprise me." Bulma looked at her watch and said, "Well, I'm going home. The dance is next week, right?"
"Uh... I guess... Why?" Vegeta asked.
She smirked, "I have to find the perfect outfit..."
He quirked an eyebrow at her, giving her that look that caused most girls to melt. "Since when do you care about clothes?"
"Since I get a chance to scare preps," she replied. "I'll be the only one that isn't dressed in something preppy."
"Okay," he said turning to get his stuff from his locker.
"Oh! And Geta!" she cried causing him to spin around in surprise. "If you see 18 in fourth, tell her to meet me in my lab tonight, okay?"
"Okay. You want a ride? There's no way I'm staying here."
"Sure, I'll take a ride. I'll meet you outside by the corner. See ya in a few!"
"Yep." Vegeta walked up the stairs to his locker. He found 18 sitting on the stair railing that went up to the third floor. She just happened to be right next to the door of Krillen's third block class. "Hey Gero. What the hell are you doing out here? Don't you have a class this block?"
"Not anymore," she replied nonchalantly. "She kicked me out again and apparently I've reached the maximum number of times you can get kicked out of Algebra Two in one quarter so they're making me take it again next year. Right now I have an open, and Krillen has next open, so I'm gunna skip."
"Stupid move on their part," he commented, grabbing his leather jacket and the capsule his motorcycle was in. "See ya tomorrow Gero."
"Where are you goin'? You got fourth with Blu, just go to class." Suddenly her face went white, "Holy shit, I sound like a teacher. I've been spending too much time in class! Krillen had better hurry up before I go completely insane..."
Vegeta chuckled and headed down the stairs towards the door. Bulma was standing on the corner waiting for him. ::Wonder what she'll wear to the dance...:: Visions of him picking her up, and her walking down the stairs to her lab from her room in a short leather skirt and-
::Wait a minute! She'd never wear anything like that. Non-Preppy or not, she hates short skirts and the girls who wear them.:: He smirked to himself. ::Too bad though...::
::Where the hell did that come from? Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!:: While Vegeta was mentally banging his head against a wall; he didn't realize that he was getting closer and closer to Bulma. She noticed though that his eyes seemed transfixed on her chest because he was staring straight forward.
~What the hell is he staring at?~ "Yoo hoo! Vegeta? Vegeta Ouji? Earth to Vegeta?" Nothing was getting through to him so she snapped her fingers right next to his face, "Hey! Geta!"
"What the fuck?!" Vegeta yelled as he realized what was going on. Bulma was staring at him like he had completely lost his mind. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You were zoning out," Bulma replied. "So are we gunna leave, or are we gunna sit on the corner all afternoon?"
"Funny Woman. Very funny." Vegeta tossed the capsule to the ground and his motorcycle appeared in a puff of smoke. He swung his leg over the side, "Get on Woman, or you're going to be left behind."
She just rolled her eyes and climbed on behind him, "Let's go Geta."
"Damn it Woman! Don't call me that!" he growled as he started the engine and pulled out into the street. "How many detentions do you suppose they give us for this one?"
"My guess is at least two apiece. One for each class we skipped out of. Oh well, we'll just terrorize the teacher in there, and maybe he'll quit. I can only hope."
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The Afternoon Before the Dance
Bulma was sitting in her favorite chair in her lab, and Chi-Chi and Goku were over too. Bulma and Chi-Chi were helping each other get ready for the dance and Goku wasn't allowed to go anywhere near Vegeta at the moment, so he came over too.
"Bulma, go get your dress on, I wanna see it," Chi-Chi said as she pinned a piece of her hair to her head.
"Alright, but I'll just wear it for a minute," Bulma replied as she ran to the stairs that led to her bedroom. "Be right back, and Son-kun, don't eat all the food in that fridge. I just restocked it yesterday and Vegeta will probably want something when he comes over."
Goku's smile faded as he hunted though the refrigerator for something to eat while he waited for the two girls to get ready. "Yes Bulma-chan."
Chi-Chi shook her head and sprayed her head with a large amount of hairspray.
Bulma stepped into the doorway at the top of the staircase that led to her room, "Tada!" She hadn't worn a dress in over four years, and she probably wouldn't have again if it weren't required. The dress was black with a full-length skirt that brushed the ground. The top was designed like a halter-top and tied behind her neck.
"Wow," Chi-Chi muttered. "That's a nice dress Bulma..."
Bulma smirked and descended down the stairs lightly, "It'll knock Geta's socks off.." She said, and added as an after thought "Of course that's not the point."
"Sure it's not," Goku muttered from the refrigerator. He may have been a moron, but he noticed something between his friends that they were too proud to notice themselves.
"Screw you Son-kun!" Bulma called from the main room.
"Hey, B-chan," he called back, "do you have any of that fudge mint ice cream left?"
"Um...I think there's some in the back of the freezer. I was trying to hide it from Vegeta, but you're welcome to it."
"Thanks B-chan!" Goku returned from the small in-lab kitchen with a large bowl of fudge mint ice cream. "Wow, B-chan, that's a nice dress." He walked forward to get a better look, but he tripped over a large stack of books next to the couch.
Everything moved in slow motion as Goku tripped. The ice cream slowly flew through the air and landed on Bulma's dress. "Damn it!" she yelled as the bowl fell to the floor. The front of her dress was covered in fudge mint ice cream. "What the hell am I gunna wear now? Chi-Chi! I need to go to this dance! I'm supposed to help Vegeta get back at Yamcha. If I don't have a dress, I can't go! Shit!"
In all her years away from high school, Bulma did two things: work in her lab and study foreign languages. Those years of studying those languages really showed as she began cussing everything and everyone around her in as many languages as she knew.
"Bulma, calm down, maybe we can get the ice cream off," Chi-Chi offered.
"Geez, Bulma-chan, I'm really sorry, but I didn't see the books and..." Goku trailed off seeing the look of total rage on his friend's face. For the first time in his life Son Goku was afraid of a girl that wasn't Chi- Chi.
"What's going on in there?" Mrs. Briefs called into the lab from outside.
"Nothing Mother!" Bulma yelled back, still trying to stop herself from strangling the man in front of her.
"I heard yelling, are you sure everything is all right?" her mother tried again.
"Everything is fine Mrs. Briefs," Chi-Chi called. "Bulma just spilt something on her dress for the dance and we don't know what to do about it."
In a split second Mrs. Briefs was standing by her daughter's side, "Anything I can do to help?"
"How did you get in?" Bulma asked. "The door was looked and I'm the only one who knows the code..."
"That's not important right now! Now lets have a look at that spill..." She turned her daughter to face her and looked at the ice cream spot on the front of her dress. "There is no way that you'll get that off there in two hours, so I have an idea. Come with me Bulma!" Bulma's perky mother grabbed her arm and started to drag her upstairs to her room.
"Chi! Stop her!" Bulma mouthed. "Mom! Where are we going?!"
"There is something in your closet that I bought for you and I always hoped you'd wear it! Now you don't have a choice!" her mother replied.
"Oh dear lord, you mean a dress that you picked out? This can't be good..."
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A/n: I know, I know, really short again, but I wanted to get this out now. It's been on my computer for a while and I just never got around to working on it again... Sorry bout that...
So what will this dress of Mrs. Briefs look like? Will Bulma actually wear it and go to the dance with Veggie? What will happen if she does? Find out soon on The Greatest Fantasy!
R&R!
