Why didn't anyone tell me I had that many spelling errors…I'll do better this time. Sorry to take so long again. It's already midterms. I hate tests. And on top of that I have a monstrous cold. Well on with the story…. ::sniffle…sniffle::
::thoughts::
Ch14 Past Revisited…
The next morning came fast. Vegeta was sleeping peacefully until a loud snap was heard through out the house. Kolerabi now wondering what the Hell was going on downstairs wondered down groggily and peered into the boys' room. It was quite a sight to see. Coyote was hobbling around trying to escape a half dead Vegeta who was hobbling himself with a hand on his left butt cheek.
"What's going on here," Kolerabi asked through fits of laughter.
"That bastard towel whipped me," Vegeta shouted.
"Only cause you dumped my bed over Asshole," Coyote shouted back. The two boys continued to chase each other around, while Kolerabi held her sides nearly falling over.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!," Vegeta Sr. suddenly appeared and looked ready to kill, "The neighbors three blocks down can probably hear you! Do you know what time it is? It's 5:30 AM! Some people are trying to sleep! Have some respect and pride, Damn it! What would your mother think!"
Both boys instantly shut up. It wasn't good to make Dad mad, especially when he brings mom up.
"That's better. Think next time," He said breathlessly and wondered back upstairs.
"What's with him?" Vegeta asked, "Why bring up Mom?"
"The Briefs asked about Mom yesterday," Kolerabi answered, "I guess Dad isn't completely over it yet."
"He should be," Vegeta answered and scowled, " He wasn't even there, He didn't see her die." With that Vegeta trudged out of his room and made his way up to the bathroom.
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Bulma had had a pretty normal morning, slap the snooze twice, have a burnt piece of toast for breakfast, and fight with Civvie for the bathroom. ::Who knew a guy could take that long!:: perfectly normal morning. She walked out to the driveway and watched as Vegeta left the house, with a pissed off look on his face and his shoulders hunched a little bit forward. ::What's wrong with him this morning.::
Bulma decided to pry. She shifted her book bag and ran over the Ouji's front yard to Vegeta who had just started his car. It purred to life. ::Wow, that is in tune.:: Bulma smirked. He was a man after her own heart. She started waving her arms up and down, "Wait up, Vegetable."
Vegeta stopped but that distracted look didn't leave his eyes.
"What Bloomer," He let a little smirk slide.
"Could I bum a ride?" Bulma asked innocently.
"what's wrong with yours that you couldn't fix," He was full blown smirking now.
"Nothin' I just don't feel like driving. I'll give you gas money and besides I want to see if your car rides as well as it sounds," She smiled knowing that would be an ego boost. He leaned over and opened the door for her. She happily climbed in. He had a nice car it was a '92 Ford Thunderbird. It was gorgeous and it purred like a dream. Bulma couldn't help her self as she began checking the car out and rubbing her hands down the leather upholstery.
"You like," Vegeta smiled. Bulma looked up at him her eyes were all lit up like a little girl that had just wondered into a candy store.
"It's gorgeous," Bulma whispered. Vegeta wasn't really paying attention to what she said so much as her presence in his car. It was giving him butterflies in his stomach. She was wearing a short skirt and a form fitted sweater with one stripe across the chest and she also had on a pair of killer knee high boots.
"and so are you," he whispered taking in her presence again. Bulma blushed clear up to the roots of her hair. She couldn't help but look him over. He was wearing a pair of low riders riding just low enough that she could see the all to familiar gray boxers and a form fitted short-sleeved blue shirt. ::Damn, He's as hot as his car::
"Your not so bad yourself," Bulma smirked and leaned toward him turning his face to meet hers. She planted her lips on his and enjoyed the taste. His mouth opened and accepted her. This probably would have lasted a lot longer if someone didn't knock at his slightly steamy window. They both jumped and Vegeta glared. Kolerabi stood there hands on her hips.
"I'm not against you having a girlfriend, and these public showings of affection you seem prone to. But aren't you supposed to be at school," She smiled. Vegeta took this opportunity to look at his watch.
"Shit," he mumbled, before he shifted into gear. Kolerabi took a step back and the Thunderbird took off.
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Vegeta snuck into his math class hoping that the teacher wouldn't notice him. Goku began to wave enthusiastically. ::What a moron:: Then it happened. Goku opened his mouth, "Hiya Vegeta."
Mrs. Nugal whipped around and caught Vegeta half way to his seat.
"Mr. Ouji. How nice of you to join us. Why don't you help me with this problem on the board," She smiled snidely. The problem was 2x-65x/8. ::damn::
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It was finally lunch and Vegeta still hadn't said a word to Goku. Sure he scowled, smirked, laughed insanely, and other wise teased Goku with his facial expressions, but refused to speak a single word. Goku just walked into the lunch room with his arms folded, chin held high, and bottom lip out; it was quite funny looking. Vegeta chuckled and followed him to the lunch line.
After both getting trays heaping with food they went over to their table.
"Don't you guys eat breakfast?" Krillin asked as he saw the mass quantities of food stacked up.
"Ya, Why?" Goku asked dumb founded.
"He means 'How are you going to eat all that?'" 18 replied leaning on her elbow.
"With my mouth. What do you think I was going to do with it," Goku asked still completely bewildered. Vegeta shook his head from side to side sadly. ::Moron::
"Goku honey, he's making a sarcastic comment about your appetite," Chichi whispered as she wrapped her hands around him, "He's just being rude." Goku still looked absolutely clueless. Vegeta chuckled.
"What did I miss," Bulma said as she plopped down next to Vegeta.
"Just Goku being a moron. Nothing new," Vegeta answered.
"Hey, that's not nice," Goku whined.
"Be nice Veg," Bulma whispered and busied herself in his tray.
"Did I give you permission to eat my food," Vegeta questioned as his smirk reappeared.
"No, and I'm not asking, so what are you going to do about it," She smirked back.
"I might take that food back," He was still smirking. She gave him a questioning look before he pressed his lips to hers and dipped his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away still smirking. Bulma looked like a tomato and the gang looked like they had seen a ghost.
Krillin was the first to recover himself, " Well, wasn't that interesting. Let's move on to the next matter of business shall we. I'm having a little celebration tonight at my house and your all welcome to come. And I …got a keg." he made sure to whisper the last part.
"Way to go," 17 smiled, "But why didn't we do that Saturday night when we could be hung over the next day with out complications?"
"Idiot, Yamcha wouldn't have been able to come. He was in the hospital. I figured even if we can't get hammered, we can still get buzzed and have just as much fun. So how about it guys?" Krillin asked.
"we're in," 18 and 17 both mumbled incoherently.
"Be there," Bulma chimed happily.
"We accept your invitation," Chichi answered politely from her perch on Goku's lap.
"What about you 'Geta?" Goku asked completely forgetting that Vegeta wasn't speaking to him.
"I think I'll pass," he answered.
"Ah come on," Krillin drawled, " you'll get the biggest laugh of your life when you see Bulma tipsy."
"Heh, I'm not that funny," Bulma jutted her lip out and put on her best innocent face.
Vegeta had quit hearing the pleading banter quite some time ago. He was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts of the past. He had never drank and swore he never would the day it happened. All this banter about being tipsy was raising the bile in his stomach and making him very uncomfortable. He shifted Bulma over and left the table. Also leaving his half eaten food.
"Oh, guys. What'd I say?" Krillin shrugged with a totally clueless look on his face.
"You got me," Bulma said.
"He'll be okay. He's a tough guy, and Bulma," Goku spoke.
"Yes, Goku," Bulma answered raising her eyebrows in query.
"Are you going to finish that," He said pointing to Vegeta's tray. Bulma mouth dropped open.
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He didn't know where he was going or why he just needed to get away. He was starting to see it again in his head. He could hear the squealing breaks, her scream, and the weird cracking noise that he had later figured out was his leg. He could still smell the man's breath as the man slurred words into the newly licensed 16 yr olds face. He could hear him self screaming to get help. He could see his mom bleeding. He could see the drunk whispering to himself, "what have I done." It went dark not long after that.
Vegeta had woken up in a hospital bed in one of those 'moon all' hospital gowns and his leg up in a huge sling with all these rods sticking out in strange places. The nurse would later tell him it was an external fixator. But it still looked like a steel bear trap and it hurt. But not as much as what he would find out later. His mom had died at the scene before the paramedics could get there. She had died. She was dead. That turned out to be the most painful injury he could have every received and the one least expected.
Vegeta opened his eyes and forced his mind clear. He was in the middle of the school parking lot. He knew why he was there. No more school for today.
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How was that… I know I said they'd be longer, but I really need to update now. Because its been like two weeks and a don't want to make you guys wait any longer. Tell me what you think….I need to know if you like where I'm going with this….
Next time on soccer boys….You stranded me!….Why won't you come…..and a little heart to heart.
::thoughts::
Ch14 Past Revisited…
The next morning came fast. Vegeta was sleeping peacefully until a loud snap was heard through out the house. Kolerabi now wondering what the Hell was going on downstairs wondered down groggily and peered into the boys' room. It was quite a sight to see. Coyote was hobbling around trying to escape a half dead Vegeta who was hobbling himself with a hand on his left butt cheek.
"What's going on here," Kolerabi asked through fits of laughter.
"That bastard towel whipped me," Vegeta shouted.
"Only cause you dumped my bed over Asshole," Coyote shouted back. The two boys continued to chase each other around, while Kolerabi held her sides nearly falling over.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!," Vegeta Sr. suddenly appeared and looked ready to kill, "The neighbors three blocks down can probably hear you! Do you know what time it is? It's 5:30 AM! Some people are trying to sleep! Have some respect and pride, Damn it! What would your mother think!"
Both boys instantly shut up. It wasn't good to make Dad mad, especially when he brings mom up.
"That's better. Think next time," He said breathlessly and wondered back upstairs.
"What's with him?" Vegeta asked, "Why bring up Mom?"
"The Briefs asked about Mom yesterday," Kolerabi answered, "I guess Dad isn't completely over it yet."
"He should be," Vegeta answered and scowled, " He wasn't even there, He didn't see her die." With that Vegeta trudged out of his room and made his way up to the bathroom.
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Bulma had had a pretty normal morning, slap the snooze twice, have a burnt piece of toast for breakfast, and fight with Civvie for the bathroom. ::Who knew a guy could take that long!:: perfectly normal morning. She walked out to the driveway and watched as Vegeta left the house, with a pissed off look on his face and his shoulders hunched a little bit forward. ::What's wrong with him this morning.::
Bulma decided to pry. She shifted her book bag and ran over the Ouji's front yard to Vegeta who had just started his car. It purred to life. ::Wow, that is in tune.:: Bulma smirked. He was a man after her own heart. She started waving her arms up and down, "Wait up, Vegetable."
Vegeta stopped but that distracted look didn't leave his eyes.
"What Bloomer," He let a little smirk slide.
"Could I bum a ride?" Bulma asked innocently.
"what's wrong with yours that you couldn't fix," He was full blown smirking now.
"Nothin' I just don't feel like driving. I'll give you gas money and besides I want to see if your car rides as well as it sounds," She smiled knowing that would be an ego boost. He leaned over and opened the door for her. She happily climbed in. He had a nice car it was a '92 Ford Thunderbird. It was gorgeous and it purred like a dream. Bulma couldn't help her self as she began checking the car out and rubbing her hands down the leather upholstery.
"You like," Vegeta smiled. Bulma looked up at him her eyes were all lit up like a little girl that had just wondered into a candy store.
"It's gorgeous," Bulma whispered. Vegeta wasn't really paying attention to what she said so much as her presence in his car. It was giving him butterflies in his stomach. She was wearing a short skirt and a form fitted sweater with one stripe across the chest and she also had on a pair of killer knee high boots.
"and so are you," he whispered taking in her presence again. Bulma blushed clear up to the roots of her hair. She couldn't help but look him over. He was wearing a pair of low riders riding just low enough that she could see the all to familiar gray boxers and a form fitted short-sleeved blue shirt. ::Damn, He's as hot as his car::
"Your not so bad yourself," Bulma smirked and leaned toward him turning his face to meet hers. She planted her lips on his and enjoyed the taste. His mouth opened and accepted her. This probably would have lasted a lot longer if someone didn't knock at his slightly steamy window. They both jumped and Vegeta glared. Kolerabi stood there hands on her hips.
"I'm not against you having a girlfriend, and these public showings of affection you seem prone to. But aren't you supposed to be at school," She smiled. Vegeta took this opportunity to look at his watch.
"Shit," he mumbled, before he shifted into gear. Kolerabi took a step back and the Thunderbird took off.
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Vegeta snuck into his math class hoping that the teacher wouldn't notice him. Goku began to wave enthusiastically. ::What a moron:: Then it happened. Goku opened his mouth, "Hiya Vegeta."
Mrs. Nugal whipped around and caught Vegeta half way to his seat.
"Mr. Ouji. How nice of you to join us. Why don't you help me with this problem on the board," She smiled snidely. The problem was 2x-65x/8. ::damn::
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
It was finally lunch and Vegeta still hadn't said a word to Goku. Sure he scowled, smirked, laughed insanely, and other wise teased Goku with his facial expressions, but refused to speak a single word. Goku just walked into the lunch room with his arms folded, chin held high, and bottom lip out; it was quite funny looking. Vegeta chuckled and followed him to the lunch line.
After both getting trays heaping with food they went over to their table.
"Don't you guys eat breakfast?" Krillin asked as he saw the mass quantities of food stacked up.
"Ya, Why?" Goku asked dumb founded.
"He means 'How are you going to eat all that?'" 18 replied leaning on her elbow.
"With my mouth. What do you think I was going to do with it," Goku asked still completely bewildered. Vegeta shook his head from side to side sadly. ::Moron::
"Goku honey, he's making a sarcastic comment about your appetite," Chichi whispered as she wrapped her hands around him, "He's just being rude." Goku still looked absolutely clueless. Vegeta chuckled.
"What did I miss," Bulma said as she plopped down next to Vegeta.
"Just Goku being a moron. Nothing new," Vegeta answered.
"Hey, that's not nice," Goku whined.
"Be nice Veg," Bulma whispered and busied herself in his tray.
"Did I give you permission to eat my food," Vegeta questioned as his smirk reappeared.
"No, and I'm not asking, so what are you going to do about it," She smirked back.
"I might take that food back," He was still smirking. She gave him a questioning look before he pressed his lips to hers and dipped his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away still smirking. Bulma looked like a tomato and the gang looked like they had seen a ghost.
Krillin was the first to recover himself, " Well, wasn't that interesting. Let's move on to the next matter of business shall we. I'm having a little celebration tonight at my house and your all welcome to come. And I …got a keg." he made sure to whisper the last part.
"Way to go," 17 smiled, "But why didn't we do that Saturday night when we could be hung over the next day with out complications?"
"Idiot, Yamcha wouldn't have been able to come. He was in the hospital. I figured even if we can't get hammered, we can still get buzzed and have just as much fun. So how about it guys?" Krillin asked.
"we're in," 18 and 17 both mumbled incoherently.
"Be there," Bulma chimed happily.
"We accept your invitation," Chichi answered politely from her perch on Goku's lap.
"What about you 'Geta?" Goku asked completely forgetting that Vegeta wasn't speaking to him.
"I think I'll pass," he answered.
"Ah come on," Krillin drawled, " you'll get the biggest laugh of your life when you see Bulma tipsy."
"Heh, I'm not that funny," Bulma jutted her lip out and put on her best innocent face.
Vegeta had quit hearing the pleading banter quite some time ago. He was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts of the past. He had never drank and swore he never would the day it happened. All this banter about being tipsy was raising the bile in his stomach and making him very uncomfortable. He shifted Bulma over and left the table. Also leaving his half eaten food.
"Oh, guys. What'd I say?" Krillin shrugged with a totally clueless look on his face.
"You got me," Bulma said.
"He'll be okay. He's a tough guy, and Bulma," Goku spoke.
"Yes, Goku," Bulma answered raising her eyebrows in query.
"Are you going to finish that," He said pointing to Vegeta's tray. Bulma mouth dropped open.
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
He didn't know where he was going or why he just needed to get away. He was starting to see it again in his head. He could hear the squealing breaks, her scream, and the weird cracking noise that he had later figured out was his leg. He could still smell the man's breath as the man slurred words into the newly licensed 16 yr olds face. He could hear him self screaming to get help. He could see his mom bleeding. He could see the drunk whispering to himself, "what have I done." It went dark not long after that.
Vegeta had woken up in a hospital bed in one of those 'moon all' hospital gowns and his leg up in a huge sling with all these rods sticking out in strange places. The nurse would later tell him it was an external fixator. But it still looked like a steel bear trap and it hurt. But not as much as what he would find out later. His mom had died at the scene before the paramedics could get there. She had died. She was dead. That turned out to be the most painful injury he could have every received and the one least expected.
Vegeta opened his eyes and forced his mind clear. He was in the middle of the school parking lot. He knew why he was there. No more school for today.
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How was that… I know I said they'd be longer, but I really need to update now. Because its been like two weeks and a don't want to make you guys wait any longer. Tell me what you think….I need to know if you like where I'm going with this….
Next time on soccer boys….You stranded me!….Why won't you come…..and a little heart to heart.
