Hiya peoples, sorry to keep you waiting so long. Is it just me or are there a lot of 'All By Myself' s out there? Well, make sure to read mine. If you want to that is. On with the story…

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Ch6 Soccer balls and Pom Poms

Vegeta grumbled as his alarm came to life. He didn't want to wake up yet. The Briefs hadn't left until around Midnight and it took him another two hours to finally get to bed. He cracked open his eyes and looked at all the opened boxes littering his room. He couldn't even see the floor.
"Shit Vegeta, turn that freaking thing off," Coyote grumbled while covering his head with his pillow.
Vegeta smacked the snooze and dragged himself out of bed, " Ally oop, Cripple." With that Vegeta walked over to Coyote's bed, ripped the blankets off him and proceeded to tip the cheap trundle bed over.
"Ass hole," Coyote grumbled as he flailed around trying to find his crutches.
" I see you two are up," Both boys looked up to see Kolerabi's head poking in the door.
"Get out," both boxer-clad boys said and heaved pillows at the door.


Bulma stretched and walked into her bathroom. She had big purple bags under her eyes, "Kami, I look like Hell." She had been stuck at Vegeta's house until around Midnight. To make matters worse she couldn't even look at him with out blushing. Her lips still tingled. ::How can he hold so much power over me:: She quickly got into the shower in hopes of washing all her ails away.


School started normally and Vegeta found that he was again stuck with Goku in every one of his classes. Yamcha happened to be in P.E. and study hall with him. It took all of his concentration to not think of Bulma as he watched Yamcha flirt away with all the girls. Goku didn't seem to notice.
"Does he always do that?" Vegeta whispered as he worked on math homework.
"Do what?" Goku asked nonchalantly.
"Flirt with all those girls. He has a great girlfriend he shouldn't be hitting on other girls," Vegeta whispered, "Does he have no loyalties."
"I don't know I guess he never thought about it. So you think Bulma is great. Huh?" Goku answered and then nudged Vegeta. Vegeta instantly turned beet red. ::Did I say that! And even if I did how did he pick up on it! He's to stupid; he couldn't pick up on it could he.
"Hey, Vegeta," Vegeta broke from his thoughts to find Yamcha right in his face.
"Get out of my face before I shove this pencil up your nose," Vegeta growled.
" Geez, some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I only wanted to apologize for insulting you yesterday at lunch and introduce you to a friend of mine," Yamcha smiled, "This is Marron. She's been dying to meet you. She tried to introduce herself yesterday but couldn't get through the little fan club you've developed."
A pair of sky blue eyes stared at him. Her hair was sky blue too. She wore tight hip hugger jeans and a V necked belly shirt that showed a lot of cleavage.
"Hiya Vegeta," She giggled, " Pleased to meet you."
Vegeta was rather repulsed. She was so…superficial. :: There can't be a brain cell in her head. That's probably why Yamcha likes her.:: "Like wise," Vegeta answered.
" Ooohhh, He even sounds charming," Marron giggled. Vegeta personally wanted to crawl under his desk and die. Marron proceeded to sit on Vegeta's desk and lean into him, but before she could mutter a word the bell rang. ::saved by the bell::
"That was close," Goku muttered as they stepped out the door and headed to Mr. Uruguay's Spanish class.
"What was close besides that bimbos lopsided boobs," Vegeta mumbled.
"You did wake up on the wrong side of the bed," Goku laughed, " Marron was about to start her 'Let's go out and I'll show you a good time' act."
Vegeta didn't even want to know what her act was.
" I think you like Bulma," Goku taunted and poked Vegeta again.
"Would you knock it off about Bulma," Vegeta growled.
"Have it your way grouch." Goku mumbled and they walked into class.


"You where supposed to call me last night," Chichi whined at Bulma as they continued to chat through their study period.
" Sorry I got stuck helping our new neighbors move in," Bulma whispered.
"Oooh, any kids our age?" Chichi asked.
Bulma just grumbled.
"Okay? You don't like your new neighbor?" Chichi questioned.
"Well…" Bulma started. ::Do I like Vegeta or don't I. He's mean and conceited. But he was pretty nice to me in his room:: She began again, " Can I tell you something in the utmost confidence ."
"Of course. What are friends for, if not to tell secrets too," Chichi smiled.
"You can't even tell Goku," Bulma whispered.
"Okay, Bulma," Chichi said realizing how important this must be.
" The Ouji's are my new neighbors," Bulma breathed.
"So? Why can't I tell them that?" Chichi asked.
"There's more, Chi," Bulma answered and took a deep breath, " When my family and I were helping them to move in I ended up helping Vegeta in his room and I kissed him."
Chichi stared wide-eyed and her mouth gaped open, " Are you and Yamcha over? Are you dating Vegeta?"
"No! No! No! It was a hormone thing. Nothing else," Bulma huffed.
"I don't think so Bulma," Chichi smiled, "You like Vegeta."
"What would ever give you that idea," Bulma almost howled.
"The way you're blushing," Chichi giggled.
Bulma just grumbled and buried herself in her math book.


The soccer team groaned as Coach Pectorailis moved practice inside the gym.
"There's not enough room Coach," 17 spoke as he looked at their half of the gym. The cheerleaders were practicing in the other half.
"We'll have to deal with it, unless you'd rather play in a foot of slippery mud," the coach started, " You should be thankful that the principal finally saw fit to smooth out the divots and holes and redraw the side lines. Our field was awful."
The team groaned in agreement. The field was bad.
"Okay, let's get to work. Ladders first," The coach yelled and clapped his hands together. The team groaned and lined up to take turns running ladders.


The girls tried to practice their drills, But the sweat covered boys on the other side kept distracting them.
"This is pointless. We're getting no where fast," 18 grumbled, "I can't get my eyes off them. Their grunting and heaving, running and fighting. They're like gods."
"Amen to that," Chichi smiled, " My Goku looks like a professional out there. I just want to catch him and horde his body all for myself."
"Yeah," bulma sighed.
"What? You want Goku too," 18 laughed.
"No! I meant V..Yamcha," Bulma caught herself. She hadn't been paying attention to Yamcha at all. Vegeta was all she wanted to watch. His movements were so cat like and agile. His muscles bulged and a light sheen of sweat covered his body. Bulma sighed again.
"What's going on Chi? She's never been this into Yamcha before," 18 whispered to Chichi.
"You can't tell anyone 18, not even Krillin," Chichi warned and then continued on, "Bulma has the hots for Vegeta."
18's eyes bulged a little and she let out a little chuckle, "It's about time. Maybe she'll dump the loser and date the hotty."
"I doubt it. Bulma's to convinced Yamcha's the one. I don't think she'll dump him," Chichi frowned.
"Wanna make a bet on it?" 18 whispered back.
"How much are we talking?" Chichi answered.
"I'll bet 50 bucks," 18 whispered.
"Your on," Chichi answered.
"Are you guys talking about me?" Bulma asked hands on her hips.
"oh no, we wouldn't dream of it," Chichi answered. Bulma gave them one last glare and headed to the locker room. Both practices had been called to an end because nobody was paying attention.


Bulma waited by the door of the boys locker room. She had decided that she needed to talk to Vegeta about the day before. She watched the team file out slowly. They weren't surprised she was there. She usually waited for Yamcha. Vegeta was the last to leave. He walked out with his bag over his shoulder. He was wearing his low riders again with a Navy Blue hoody that said Metallica across the front.
"Vegeta," Bulma called as walked toward the exit. He turned and his eyes met a pair of deep blue ones. His breath caught in his throat.
"Bulma," answered and walked up to her.
" I wanted to talk about yesterday," She whispered. He walked right up to her so there noses almost touched. This was a little much. Bulma wanted to step back but her body wouldn't listen.
"What about yesterday?" Vegeta asked as he watched her squirm. He was beginning to regret standing so close. He really wanted to kiss her again.
"Where do we stand?" She whispered and stared at his lips.
"I don't know where do you want us to stand?" His thoughts were beginning to turn to mush.
"I..I.. I already have a boyfriend…I don't know," She stammered.
"Then I guess we are just friends," He whispered. He didn't no why his chest had just tightened up or why he suddenly felt beaten; all he knew was he didn't like it.
"I better go," He whispered and started to turn. Bulma felt bad. She had seen the hurt in his eyes. He actually wanted to be more then just friends and she ruined it.
"Vegeta…" Her hand brushed his arm and he turned around. She didn't know what compelled her but she stepped forward and put her lips on his. At first he didn't respond, but then his mouth opened and invited her in. She had never kissed anyone this deep before and was surprised to find that she was enjoying it. Vegeta dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her holding her against his body. He explored her mouth with his tongue. Bulma moaned against his mouth. All it took was this little sound to bring reality crashing back down. Vegeta pulled away slowly and looked at the girl in his arms. His stomach was turning like never before. He had to do something.
"Bulma?" He whispered and brushed a hair out of her face. She buried her head in his chest.

Little did the couple know Bulma wasn't the only one that had waited for Vegeta. Marron stood wide-eyed peering out of the Girls locker room across the hall. She quickly disappeared before she could be spotted.


Heh Heh Heh… a little suspense for ya. Hope you enjoy. Questions or comments: I love to hear them. ^u^