Hiya, I'm back! Everyone really liked my last chapter. Gives me the warm fuzzies. Oh and I think I might have been a little confusing about Civvie. He isn't Trunks; He just looks like him. It's a Briefs trait to have lavender hair and blue eyes. And yes, his name does mean underwear. On with the story…

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Ch8 Revenge and Justice

Vegeta was a little nervous as school reached its end the next day. He didn't know how many people Marron had talked too. Goku hadn't heard anything, but that didn't make him feel much better. They were currently trying to make it through auto shop. Bulma hadn't said two words to him the whole time. He leaned back on the wall and sighed as he watched her. She wouldn't even make eye contact with him. She was completely ignoring him and he didn't like it.
"Hey Bulma, I finished with the Engine assembly. What else do you want done?" Vegeta asked. Bulma was surprised there hadn't been an insult buried in there somewhere, " Flush the carburetor."
"Okay," He answered simply and went back to the car and sifted through the components of the engine to find what he was looking for.
"Vegeta?" Bulma suddenly asked looking up from her transmission, " have you heard anything about us today?"
::So Bulma is as tense about this as me:: "I haven't, but no news is good news right?" Vegeta asked.
"I hope so. Marron is one of the worst gossips, but usually when she gets a tad bit of info the whole school knows about it," Bulma spoke, "and everyone I've asked hasn't heard anything interesting from her."
"Maybe your boyfriend told her to keep her trap shut?" Vegeta suggested.
"Maybe, I don't know. I'll find out tonight at Cheer practice and you'll find out at Soccer practice," Bulma suggested and leaned against the car next to Vegeta. She watched his face as he thought about what she had said. A muscle along his jawbone twitched as he stared at the engine of the Mustang absently. She couldn't help the little motion of touching that twitchy muscle and rubbing it until it relaxed. She felt Vegeta nudge her hand as he pressed his face deeper into her palm. He turned his face so he could see her eyes. ::Does she feel the same way I do?:: Her eyes were full of emotion. He felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks, she giggled, and the space between them closed. Lips lightly brushed and then the kiss deepened.
"Hoods down, clean up time," Mr. Blinker yelled over the class. The lip lock abruptly ended. Goku bounded happily over to the mustang.
"It's time for soccer practice," He said happily.
"Let's at least get cleaned up first," Bulma laughed at Goku who was in turn blushing. Vegeta chuckled as he remembered the hair dye story she told him. ::The moron still blushes every time::


Soccer practice went off without a hitch. Yamcha avoided Vegeta like the plague but that wasn't anything new.
"Okay boys, before we hit the showers, we need to have a talk. Our first game of the season is this weekend and we're playing the top placing team in our district, the Honeyville Hornets. They have a nasty sting, but I think we can handle them. With Yamcha and Vegeta leading our team we will dominate and we'll show them star power," Coach Pectorilis started his speech, before being interrupted by several curious voices.
"Vegeta?"
"Is he the new captain?"
"Who's Vegeta?"
Coach Pectorilis started to talk again pulling Vegeta in front of him, "This is Vegeta Ouji Jr. and he is the new second team captain. Yamcha is in charge of the first string and Vegeta is in charge of the second string. Congrats Vegeta. Now back to my speech…"
Vegeta just stood there in a daze. Goku reached out and pulled him back into the throng of boys in the gym.
"Wow dude," 17 gushed.
"All right," Krillin cheered.
"Way to go," Goku said as he patted Vegeta a little harder then he expected knocking the breath out of the new team captain.
Yamcha just glared jealous daggers.


"Hey, guess what!," Chichi squealed as she snuck back into the dance room where the rest of the cheerleading squad was.
"Spit it out already," 18 retorted.
"Yeah what's up?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"The coach picked the second team captain, since the old one graduated," Chichi started smiling and purposely waited a few seconds to build up the suspense, "He picked Vegeta."
18's face lit up, but Bulma's face fell.
"What is it Bulma?" Chichi asked, "I thought you'd be happy."
"It's the Marron situation isn't it?" 18 asked, "Now Yamcha has even more reason to hate Vegeta."
"Shit," Bulma mumbled. ::Can it get any worse.::


Bulma snuck out of the dance room and watched as the sweaty boys made their way to the boys' locker room. She was looking for one in particular. ::Yamcha:: She knew she needed to talk to him, find out just how mad he really was. She saw him walking by and grabbed his sleeve to get his attention.
"Yamcha," Bulma smiled.
"Hey babe," Yamcha said. His tone of voice seemed more disappointed then upset.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
"Sure, I have a few questions I need to ask you any way," He answered.
Bulma pulled him away into the hall, "I'm sorry. You're not mad are you?"
"Depends," He answered, "Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?"
Bulma was caught a little off guard. The first kiss was mutual, the second was all her. Would he be mad at her if she said she kissed Vegeta. He was all ready mad at Vegeta anyway. ::What could it hurt::
"He kissed me," Bulma whispered. Yamcha smiled a little.
"I didn't think you'd cheat on me," He pecked her lightly on the lips, "I gotta get to the showers."
As soon as Yamcha was out of sight her face scrunched up, that kiss just didn't taste right.


Vegeta, Goku, Krillin, and 17 all stripped, stuffed everything in their lockers, grabbed their towels and headed to the showers. When they disappeared into the cloud of steam, Yamcha poked his head around the corner. He walked up to the lockers and found the one Vegeta had been at. ::I'm so glad Dad taught me his lock picking skills:: He took the lock off and checked all the stuff inside to make sure he had the right one. He cleared everything out into a black duffle bag that had been in the locker, and proceeded to finish what he was doing. He could hear talkative voices from the showers and a few muffled outcries. ::Some ones towel whipping and I'm missing it. Darn.:: Yamcha shut the locker and put the lock back on. He wanted to see who the unlucky victim was, but he had other places to be.


The other four boys returned from the showers to their lockers.
"People can be so immature, sometimes," Krillin said still rubbing his rump.
"That was for my sister's honor, chrome dome," 17 answered, " You deserved both of them."
"Yeah, but now I won't be able to sit down for a week," Krillin whined.
"You didn't have to be so mean 17, You could have left one cheek alone," Goku suggested, "What do you think, Vegeta?" When no answer came they all turned their heads to see what the deal was only to see Vegeta's locker completely empty except for one lone Jock strap that hung down from the farthest back hook in the locker and Vegeta staring at it menacingly.


Bulma had decided she'd skip the usual gossip primp session in front of the mirror. She was tired of everyone asking her if she really kissed Vegeta. Apparently the news had spread but was kept within the confines of the cheerleading world. As she walked down the hall she noticed Yamcha jogging down carrying a black duffle. A familiar black duffle. ::Vegeta's duffle?…Yeah, I saw it in his room::
"Wait up Yamcha," Bulma yelled after him. He stopped and looked back to see Bulma running up to him, " Where'd you get that cool duffle?"
"It was a gift from Dad," He said and smiled.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" She asked sweetly.
"I don't know…just wanna get home I guess," He answered, "I need to be going , Bulma."
Just then an enraged Vegeta appeared out of the locker room. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt that was 17's and a pair of jeans that were way too short so they had to be Krillin's and a boxer line that shouted Goku. Yamcha swallowed uncomfortably.
"uhmmm…I'd give him back his clothes, he doesn't seem to happy," Bulma whispered.


Chichi and 18 had come out of the girls locker room to find Bulma only to see Vegeta advancing on Yamcha with Krillin, 17, and Goku all pleading with him to stop.
Yamcha dropped the bag and dodged the first punch and through one of his own. It caught Vegeta's eyebrow. Vegeta let a muffled growl of pain and through another punch that connected with Yamcha's nose. I loud popping sound echoed through the hall. This probably would have continued if a Brick wall named Goku hadn't come between the two. Yamcha landed on his rear in the middle of the hall and Vegeta slammed back against the lockers.
"That's enough," Goku spoke. Yamcha nodded reluctantly. Goku turned his glare to Vegeta and Vegeta grunted in response.
"What's going on out there," they heard Coach Pectorilis yell from the locker room.
"Quick, I got an idea," 18 whispered franticly and pulled them all into a huddle.



What's 18's idea? How will the boy's deal with each other. Who will get Bulma? Next time on soccer boys…