Hey I'm back. School starts next week so my updates might slow down. I'm so freaking happy. I have over a hundred reviews J It's amazing. I wish my other story did this good. So a big hug to everyone that has reviewed. Now that I'm done with the mushy stuff on with the story…

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Ch9 Doctors and a Truce

Coach Pectorilis walked out of the locker room to see what looked like an intense make out session with a few grumbling on lookers. He almost fell over when he realized they where all his boys from the team. He sighed and walked back into the locker room.
::about time:: Bulma thought as she pulled away from Yamcha. His eyes were going black and his nose was quite swollen. In their hurry Bulma let them use her scarf to stop his bleeding nose and then had turned him so Coach Pectorilis could only see his back. She had wrapped her arms around him and tried her best to make it look like they were making out. 18 and Chichi were just starting to let go of their men and 17 stood next to Vegeta who had taken to leaning on the lockers.
"I can't believe that worked," 17 smiled.
"Just be thankful of my brilliance," 18 smirked.
"I think we need to go to a doctor," Bulma said as she looked from Yamcha to Vegeta, "Yamcha's nose is swelling up real bad, and so is Vegeta's eye. Not to mention you're both bleeding profusely."
"17, you drove the van, right?" 18 asked.
"Ya, so?" 17 answered.
"Why don't we use it and run over to Now Care? The school's insurance covers the soccer team." 18 suggested.
"There's a problem Miss brilliance. The injuries have to be reported as sports related and when the coach gets the insurance report at the end of the month; It will have extra injuries that he doesn't have listed in the injury book. He's going to start asking questions and the team will probably end up losing its captains," 17 retorted.
18 crossed her arms and scowled, " It was just a suggestion."
"My sister's a nurse at St. Mary's."
Everyone turned to Vegeta who had spoken.
He continued, " We can go there no questions asked. We'd have to pay a little, but they're used to treating people without insurence."
"Sounds good," 17 said.
" And I have my credit card if we need the cash," Bulma answered.
"Lets go," Goku smiled. They all started on their way out to 17's van.
Vegeta tried to walk but the room started to spin and his head started to pound. ::Yamcha got me pretty good.:: He chuckled lightly to himself. Bulma turned around a watched him drag his feet. He was starting to stagger like a drunk. She watched him sit down on the floor and try to regain his equilibrium.
"Are you all right, Vegeta?" She asked as she walked over to him.
"Just a little dizzy," He whimpered. He had 17's red scarf pressed onto the side of his head and over one eye to stop the bleeding.
"Can you walk?" She asked. He hated admitting he needed help, but he wasn't getting anywhere on his own right now.
"Maybe, with some help," He answered. Goku took this opportunity to walk back in the school.
"Hey, 'Geta. You okay?" He asked.
"I think he might have a concussion, Goku," Bulma said as she lifted the scarf enough to see both his eyes. One pupil was startlingly bigger then the other one.
"Okay," Goku whispered, "Want me to carry him?"
"You think you could?" Bulma asked. Vegeta growled.
"Yeah sure," Goku spoke, "As long as Vegeta doesn't mind."
"Just help me out of here," Vegeta grumbled.
Goku scooped the smaller boy up and carried him, "Bulma will you get the door."


The ride was very un eventful; as was waltzing into the Emergency room. They ended up waiting for an hour before they were admitted.
"Can we keep them together?" Bulma asked.
"No problem," the nurse said and set up two beds in the examination room.


"So," Dr. Wood said as he checked Vegeta's reflexes, "I take it you two were in a bit of a fight."
"Yeah, but it's over now," Yamcha said from across the room where a nurse was telling him how to care for his nose which luckily wasn't broken.
"I think Vegeta got the worst of it," The Doctor spoke again, " You have a minor concussion Mr. Ouji. And that cut is going to need stiches."
Vegeta groaned, " Will I still be able to play soccer on Sunday?"
"If you stay home tomorrow and relax," Dr. wood answered, " and don't do anything to strenuous."
Vegeta groaned again.
"I know you boys don't want to call your parents, but I still recommend that you do," The Doctor stated and left the room. A resident wheeled in a cart full of tools and started working the scratch across Vegeta's eyebrow after giving him some more painkillers and numbing the area.
"Vegeta?" Yamcha spoke.
"What?" Vegeta replied. He was too out of it from pain killers to be upset. He was just sort of happy and flighty.
"I think we should call a truce," Yamcha suggested, "It won't be good for the team if we keep fighting like this."
"Yeah," Vegeta mumbled.
"Bulma will have to decide for herself which of us she wants," Yamcha spoke.
"Okay," Vegeta spoke.
"Are you loopy?" Yamcha questioned as he watched Vegeta get great amusement out of lifting his foot and dropping it back down.
" Oh yeah," He giggled. Yamcha looked on perplexed.


"Hiya, Kolerabi," the annoying redheaded ER nurse spoke as Kolerabi entered the hospital.
"Hi," she answered.
"There's a note for you and a message from Dr. wood," the Red head spoke again. That was funny. She didn't work the ER. Why would Dr. Wood have a message. She shrugged her shoulders and picked up the note. On the envelope it said Kolerabi Ouji. ::no surpirse there:: She opened it up and started giggling at the little love letter. It said.

Roses are red…
And that point is moot…
I know we just met…
But I think you're damn cute.

Your obnoxious neighbor, Civvie
P.S. Here's my number- 843-9843
Call me
"I wish a guy would write me notes," The red head said wistfully. Kolerabi tucked the note carefully in her bag.
"What's the message," Kolerabi asked.
"Dr. Wood said your little brother came in today," the other nurse said.
"Oh," Kolerabi said, "What did he want?"
"I believe he had a concussion and seven stitches," the nurse answered.
"Where is he?" She asked. She was concerned but both her brothers could handle themselves.
"Exam room two," the nurse answered.


"So when can we take them home," Bulma asked Dr. Wood as he did final rounds on the boys.
"As soon as I'm done," He answered.
"And as soon as I get answers," they all turned to the voice. There stood a nurse 5' tall, 100 lbs with her hands on her hips and an intimidating look on her face.
"I got in a fight," Vegeta answered.
"I thought you were done getting in fights Vegeta Ouji Jr.," The woman said. Bulma took a closer look at the nurse.
"Kolerabi? Is that you?" Bulma asked.
The nurse started laughing and walked into the room. She dropped the intimidating posture.
"Yep, it's me. I don't believe you some times Vegeta," Kolerabi said as she surveyed the damage done to both boys, "Are all these people your friends, Vegeta?"
"Yeah, I guess," He mumbled.
"Are you loopy?" Kolerabi asked.
"a huh," He smiled and started watching his feet again.
"He does have a ride home I hope," Kolerabi spoke.
"We'll take him," Bulma said, " and we were thinking we'd all go over to my house and watch movies and eat pizza. I was hoping Vegeta could come."
"Sure, it'll probably be better that way. He won't have to confront Dad loopy," Kolerabi smiled.






Next time on Soccer Boys …Pizza…videos…boys and girls…and a power outage?

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