Hiya, I'm back, granted its 10PM and I worked eight hours today, so you're lucky I'm typing this now. But I feel that I owe you guys one.


Ch12 scars



Vegeta awoke to the smell of scramble eggs and pancakes drifting through the screen door. He tried to sit up only to find he had a dead weight wrapped around him. He glanced down to see Bulma with her arms around his chest, legs around his waist, and using his shoulder as a pillow, snoring contently. He shook her lightly. She shifted and buried her face deeper into his shoulder and groaned.
"Bulma…time to wake up…," He whispered in an attempt to wake her up.
She lifted her head and glanced at him with a little smirk, "Five more minutes."
Her head came back down and she was snoring again.
"I know you're playing with me, bloomer," He whispered teasingly.
Her head shot up, " All's fair in war Vegetable."
He growled lightly and rolled over on top of her and purposely let his weight rest on her.
She squirmed and groaned, "How much do you weigh? A couple tons?!"
He chuckled, "now who's playing who?"
"Get off me, Vegetable. You're squishing me," Bumla wiggled and giggled. She squirmed trying to escape when she got an idea. She started running her fingers all over him trying to find any over sensitive spot. When her fingers waggled over his sides, Vegeta jerked. Bulma took advantage and attacked his sides with a vengeance. He fought as hard as he could trying to keep her pinned down while trying to get away from her tickling fingers.
"Woman," he snorted trying the keep form laughing.
"What a little ticklish?" Bulma smirked and kept attacking his sides. He didn't last much longer as he jerked back and fell off the swing taking her with him. They landed with a thump on the wooded deck with all the pillows and blankets they had brought out the night before. Bulma wasn't going to stop now. She kept waggling her fingers over his sides. Vegeta started rolling around trying to escape.
"No you don't Geta. I'm going to get you," Bulma stated.


Everyone had sat down to breakfast. They were all at different levels of consciousness, but nobody missed the loud thump from the deck. Civvie walked over to the front door and peered out. He almost bust up laughing. That was enough to get everyone else over to the door. They cracked it open to see Bulma run out onto the lawn with Vegeta on her heels. He caught her easily enough and started tickling her like crazy. Her response was to start tickling him back. They started rolling around the lawn, before Vegeta broke away doing a backwards summersault. He was on his feet and racing before Bulma got back up. He wasn't running very fast though. He let Bulma catch up to him and jump on his back. He caught her easily and spun around a few times. She laughed and they collapsed to the lawn together panting.
"Oh How precious," Civvie yelled sarcastically from the porch.
Bulma and Vegeta both looked up to the front door. Vegeta let his head fall back down and Bulma glared at Civvie.
"Children, your breakfasts are getting cold," Mrs. Briefs chirped from inside the house. The teens all still giggling and laughing went back to their pancakes. They needed all the calories they could get. The first soccer game is today at 5:00.



Later that day…


All the soccer players and cheerleaders loaded onto the bus to go to Honeyville.
"Is this seat taken," Bulma smiled as she found Vegeta hogging a whole seat on the over crowded bus.
He looked up and smirked, "I was wondering when you'd ask." He sat up and moved his duffle under his feet. She looked him up and down. Orange jersey, black shorts, orange socks and sandals?
He noticed her looking at his feet, "Might as well be comfortable."
He took this opportunity to look her up and down. Orange and Yellow sleeveless form fitted top with the letters O.S.H.S. on it, a pleaded skirt of the same colors and simple white tennis shoes.
He tugged her skirt lightly, "are you going to sit or are you going to stare all day, Bloomer."
She sat down quickly. She didn't take her eyes off of what she had been staring at though.
"How'd you get a scar like this," she said running her finger over the scar on the outside of his right knee that went down into his sock.
"I crushed my tibia and had to have surgery on it a year and a half ago. Then I was in an external fixater for three months," He stated.
"What happened to crush your shin bone?" Bulma asked the scientist in her coming to the surface.
"I was in a car accident. And I'm not going to elaborate on it," Vegeta answered and looked out the window.
"Sorry," She wasn't sure what else to say, " How are your stitches?"
He touched his eyebrow, "Not bad. Yamcha's nose is probably worse."
"and your head?" Bulma asked reaching up brushing her hand though his hair a little bit.
"Felt better last night," He smiled at her as she continued to play with his hair.
"you really should smile more. It's so much more handsome then your usually scowl," Bulma smiled.
"Then I will smile more for you," He whispered and brushed a light kiss over her lips.
They broke the kiss off abruptly when Goku and Krillin leaned over the front of their seat to peer right into Vegeta's seat.
"You guys don't have to be so secretive you know. After this morning we all know you're together," Krillin chuckled.
"Shut up, chrome dome," Vegeta growled.
Bulma elbowed him, "Be nice, Geta." He just snorted.
"I wonder if anyone else knows you two are dating," Goku asked stuffing a power bar into his face.
"My love life is my personal affair and not the rest of the schools. If I wanted my business known, I'd reserve part of announcements for Bulma's Business," Bulma answered sarcastically. Vegeta chuckled.



Kolerabi waded into the bleachers , with Coyote and her dad following behind. ::Where to park…Where to park…::
"Kolerabi," Some one called in a chirpy voice. She looked over the rows and saw Mrs. Briefs waving her hands up and down signaling them.
"Shall we sit with the Briefs?" Vegeta Sr. asked.
"Sure why not," Kolerabi answered. They continued to wade over to Mrs. Briefs. Once they were all comfortable Mrs. Briefs pulled out a huge gaping bag of goodies. Coyotes eyes got as wide as saucers.
"Well somebody's happy," some one joked from behind. Kolerabi looked back.
"Well, well, if it isn't Civvie Briefs," She laughed, "Decided to come anyway."
"Anything to get the chance to see you beautiful," Civvie smiled. Kolerabi blushed.
"Now, now Civvie. Didn't you ever learn that it's inpolite to flirt with a man's daughter in front of him," Vegeta Sr. chuckled.
"Sorry, Mr. Ouji. I couldn't resist. Your daughter is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen or will see, She's also too damned stubborn," Civvie smiled.
"Her mother's doing," Mr Ouji joked.
"Where is Mrs. Ouji anyway?" Civvie asked good naturedly.
"She passed on abruptly a little over a year and a half ago," He said sadly.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Civvie apologized.
"How dreadful," Mrs. Briefs cooed and hugged her husband deeply.
"It was difficult, but as you can see we are still here and moving forward," Mr. Ouji answered.
Before anyone else could say anything a loud blow horn announced the start of the game.
I know this one is even shorter. Sorry …sorry…sorry…I'm so stinking busy and I want to update regularly. And it's late and I'm tired. Next time on Soccer Boys…red cards…soccer balls…an injury?