Hi, So sorry for making you wait. I've been moving and having a nervous break down because of stress not to mention it took them four flippin' days to get internet to our apartment! I don't have much more to say today; so on with the story…
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Ch 13 red cards
The boys ran out onto the field and took up their positions. Vegeta, Yamcha, and 17 were forwards; Krillin, and Goku were half backs. Unfortunately the Hornets won the coin toss. They got first possession of the ball. The gold and maroon ball, colored that way for the home team was set in the center of the field. Three of the biggest boys Vegeta had ever seen were forwards for the opposing team. ::Is this football or soccer?:: They grinned back and forth with that false sense of good humor to cover up the hostility between the two teams.
The whistle blew, the ball moved, but it didn't go far. Vegeta had easily picked up the forwards dribbling style and used that to his advantage as he stole the ball away. The Hornets were left in a shocked stupor. Again Vegeta pressed his advantage by working his way down the field. 17 and Yamcha had finally caught up. Vegeta easily passed the ball over the Hornets center mid fielder to 17, who headed it over to Yamcha. He dribbled it right up to the goal, but instead of firing a shot he chipped it into the air where it met 17's head and drifted into the goal over the goalies fingers. First point to the Orange Stars.
The cheerleaders were ecstatic as they waved and cheered; and the occasional cuss word was heard courtesy of 18. Bulma smiled as she was flipped in the air and then caught. That was the first time she'd seen their soccer team actually work as a team. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.


The Hornets were growing tense. It was three to zero in the third quarter. The Orange Stars had always been pushovers, but now they were killing the Hornets. It had to be the new kid, his jersey said Ouji. The players were setting themselves up for a corner kick by the Hornets. They had been so close to scoring they could taste it, but that Ouji had gotten in the way. One of the big forwards whispered something to the other one. He nodded in accordance.
Yamcha saw this and noticed their glares turn to Vegeta. One forward headed toward Vegeta the other toward the goal. Yamcha followed the one that followed Vegeta.
Another fifteen minutes of the game passed and that forward was getting nervious the one Orange Star with the long dark hair wouldn't stop tailing him. How could he get the Ouji kid when the long haired freak was always in his way. He'd get a red card, but he'd save the game for the Hornets at least.
The forward made his move. The ball was heading for Vegeta. All the better to make it look like an accident. The forward threw his leg forward intending to catch Vegeta in the side of the knee when suddenly the long haired freak was in the way. The forwards kick totally missed its target and hit Yamcha just above the ankle and a loud cracking in sued. The forwards momentum carried him into Yamcha who fell backwards with a yell of pain. Vegeta stuck on the loud cracking sound that so vividly reminded him of his own shattered tibia was too distracted to get out of the way. They ended up forming a doggy pile on Vegeta with the big forward on top. The forward quickly jumped off and started a stream of cuss wards. A whistle blew, a ref ran over, and Yamcha let the darkness over take him.
The stadium went silent as both coaches and team trainers ran out on to the field. Two of the three referees stood around Yamcha assessing for wounds. The third handed a redcard not only to the kicker but also to the boy that he'd been whispering too. They didn't know they had a referee tailing them too.
"I heard something cracking," Vegeta stated as Coach Pectorilis hunched down on one side of Yamcha and the team trainer Mr. Piccolo hunched down on the other. Mr. Piccolo pulled a smelling salt out of his bag, broke it, and then put it almost up Yamcha's nose. Yamcha jerked awake to gasp in pain and clench his teeth.
"It hurts," Yamcha panted.
"Where?" Mr. Piccolo asked.
"My left foot and leg. It's shooting up it," Yamcha gasped again. It hurt so bad he could barely breath. Mr. Piccolo barely touched the all ready swelling ankle and Yamcha screamed before biting onto his lip desperately.
"Call an ambulance," Mr. Piccolo told one of the referees, "I'm sure it's broken."
Yamcha didn't remember much after that. He sat blinking and alone in his hospital room. They wanted to keep him overnight for observation. His foot was placed in a plaster cast that went to the middle of his shin. It had only been a small break: a spider crack up the anterior side of his shin. He would have to be in this cast for four weeks. He grumbled to himself. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why he jumped in the way. The kick probably would have broke Vegeta's knee. He knew he certainly didn't do it for Vegeta. Not for the team either. He was sure now, he'd done it for Bulma. She looked so happy around Vegeta. She might even love him. He did it for her.
The door opened and in came strutting the woman of his dreams. Well, not quite. Marron ran over to his side.
"Oh, Yamcha are you okay. We won three to one, and the guy that kicked you got thrown out of the game," Marron spoke and brushed a piece of hair out of his face.
"Yeah, I'm all right I guess. I'll be in this thing for four weeks. Wanna sign it?" Yamcha asked. The gang had all ready been here and had snuck in a bunch of big macs for his culinary delight. They had all signed his cast. It was kind of kiddish, but he did it anyway. Marron took the sharpie marker from the desk and wrote a heart felt get well with her phone number.
"when will you becoming back to school?" Marron asked once she finished her loopy signature.
"Monday, just like every one else. Except I'll be hobbling around on crutches," Yamcha smiled.
"Well, then I'll see you there," she giggled and pecked him on the nose. She quickly skipped to the door and out nearly killing the other person walking into the room.
It took all Vegeta had not to drop the box he brought for Yamcha.
"Vegeta?" Yamcha's eyes widened. Of everyone he expected to see Vegeta wasn't one of them.
"I brought you stuff to keep you occupied, plus I thought a change of clothes was in order," Vegeta explained sitting the box down, "The woman made me do this for you."
Pieces fell into place after that. Bulma was trying to get them to patch things up.
"What's in the box?" Yamcha asked sitting up to see.
"Like I said, a change of clothes, the game ball, some magazines, note pad and pencil. Just usual stuff," Vegeta answered, " don't think this means I like you. You're still an ass hole."
Yamcha couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't see why you hate me so much. Bulma is head over hills for you, the soccer team is all yours, and even the gang likes you better then me. What else is there?"
Vegeta smirked, " Just because you're an ass hole doesn't mean I don't like you. It only means I reserve the right to call you an ass hole."
"You have the strangest logic," Yamcha mumbled, "But I guess what ever works for ya."
"See ya Monday ass hole," Vegeta smirked and gave Yamcha a short wave before heading to the door.
"So how's Yamcha," Kolerabi asked as Vegeta wondered in the back door.
Vegeta was about to answer when he noticed an extra person in the house. He smirked lightly.
"The ass hole is fine," Vegeta answered and headed downstairs.
"Ass hole?" Civvie asked grabbing Vegeta in a headlock before he could complete his escape.
Vegeta gagged as he tried to escape the bear lock grip on him.
"Yes, ass hole. Now let me go before I get mad," Vegeta threatened.
"You didn't say pretty please," Civvie joked.
"and I'm not going to ass hole," Vegeta choked.
"Now I'm the ass hole, I'll have tell Blue that you said that," Civvie stuck out his bottom lip.
"That's enough boys," Kolerabi spoke lightly tapping Civvie on the back of the head with her wooden spoon.
He dropped Vegeta and but his hands on his hips. He was trying to glare fiercely at Kolerabi and it wasn't working. Vegeta sat back and watched the spectacle. Just when it looked like Civvie was going to win Kolerabi stepped up, pressed her body into Civvies' and pecked his nose. Civvie's composure instantly cracked. He when to grab his little nymph, but she had all ready escaped behind the island in the kitchen. He gave chase.
"As entertaining as watching you too play tag is, I regretfully bid adieu," Vegeta spoke and mock bowed before heading back outside away from the hormonally challenged 23 year olds. He purposely let out a loud sigh as he got to the door, "Children."
He took a deep breath once he was over the fence and in Bulma's back yard. He walked over to the Balcony he had learned was hers the first day they met.
He smirked then shouted, "Hey, Bloomer."
Bulma instantly poked her head over the balcony, "What do you want Vegetable?"
He chuckled. ::I definitely had that one coming:: "I want you."
Bulma instantly blushed. Vegeta realized she must have taken that the WRONG way.
"I mean. I want to talk to you," He yelled back.
"Oh, okay. I'll be right down," Bulma yelled and appeared at the back door minutes later. She was wear a little silk nightie that made Vegeta suddenly have to swallow the knot in his throat. It came down to just above her knees , was form fitting, and had thin almost invisible spaghetti straps.
"I took that stuff over to Yamcha and I gave him the game ball," Vegeta swallowed as that little feeling began tugging at the bottom of his stomach.
"Did you mend your relations with him?" Bulma asked.
"Yeah," was all he could say as his gaze raked up her body. She noticed the way he was looking at her and a tugging began to twitch in her gut. She shivered. He stepped up. They embraced. His lips found hers and they fought each other passionately. His hands roamed down her back and hers found his hair.
"Whoa there, some one's cranking up the heat," Civvie laughed as he just caught an eye full of the lustful couple. Bulma blushed profusely and buried her face in Vegeta's chest. He protectively wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'll be stepping in the house now. Feel free to continue," he joked as he walked in the back door. Needless to say he had killed the mood and then proceeded to flog it.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow 'Geta," Bulma smiled.
"Tomorrow," He responded and walked over the fence and disappeared.
Next time on SB….celebration….Krillin's drunk….and why don't you drink?
Sorry I took so long in updating. Like I said earlier things have been chaotic. I'm also writing a third story, but I;m not going to post it until I have more of it writtin. I'll tell you more about it next time.