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Ch15 Open Wounds

Vegeta stumbled into the house. He dropped his book bag by the stairs and made his way down to his room. He didn't go unnoticed. Kolerabi peered out of the book , "Illustration and you," to see Vegeta trudge downstairs. ::he shouldn't be home yet.:: She picked up the phone and called the school.
"Orange Star High Attendance Office, How may we help you?" a very nasally woman answered.
"Hello, I'm calling to clear up some absences. My Brother isn't feeling well and is missing his last class today. Mr. Blinkers auto shop," Kolerabi spoke, " Vegeta Ouji Jr is his name."
"Alright, who may I ask is speaking," The nasally woman asked.
"Kolerabi Ouji his older sister," She answered.
"The absence has been excused, Ms. Ouji," the receptionist responded and then promptly hung up.
::Well, That was rude:: Kolerabi continued to glare at the phone for a few moments before she remembered the mission at hand: What is Vegeta's problem?
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Vegeta laid face down in his pillow mumbling incoherent curses to himself.
::I am officially a retard…get all emotional cause some one brings up beer. Damn me, fuck me, I am a retard.::
"Now how's that going to effect your self-esteem," Kolerabi joked as she sat down on the end of Vegeta's bed and listened to his stream of curses, "What happened, Vegeta?"
He lifted himself up and glared menacingly at his sister. She only returned the glare.
"I fucked up," was all he said.
"Details would be nice, but are optional if you don't want to tell your big sister," Kolerabi answered.
"Big sister? Giving yourself an ego boost there aren't you," Vegeta smirked.
"Stop playing games with me Vegeta. How did you Screw up?" Kolerabi asked.
"Don't change my words, 'Rabi," He joked.
"Fine how did you 'Fuck up'?" she asked.
"I flipped out when they invited me to a kegger in celebration of the teams win," he answered, "Enough details for you."
"You started seeing the accident again didn't you?" She asked.
"Uh huh," He mumbled and then his stomach growled.
"Why don't I get you something to eat and then we'll come up with a plan to get you to that party," Kolerabi smiled.
"Sure I guess," Vegeta mumbled and put his face back in the pillow. She rubbed his calve a little before heading upstairs to throw some lunch together.
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Bulma poked her head around the hood of her mustang as she watched the door to auto shop. She kept imagining the door creaking open and Vegeta waltzing through in all his glory. But it didn't seem to come true the last time the door opened Goku came in alone.
She leaned on her elbows and stared at her engine. It just wasn't as fun without Vegeta's wise cracks. ::I wonder what got him so upset:: The more she thought about it the more her head hurt. She was going to have to ask him. She made up her mind.
The bell rang for clean up and Bulma was the first at the sinks. She was also the first out the door. She was going to find Vegeta, cheerleading practice be damned.
::Shit, Vegeta drove me this morning:: Her world came crashing down, she was stranded. She smacked herself in the forehead.
"Hey Blue, what ya smackin' yourself around for," a voice called out from behind her. Bulma darted around. Civvie stood hands in his pockets head cocked to the side with a silly smirk on his face.
"Civvie, what are you doing here," Bulma gasped.
"It's a long story, I'll fill you in on the way home," He smiled, "You do need a lift, right? If I recall you bummed a ride this morning and he's now barricaded in his room and won't come out again."
"Let's go," Bulma smiled and walked up to Civvie.
"Hold it right there, Briefs," a woman with a Bronx accent spoke. Both Civvie and Bulma looked up.
They said simultaneously, "What?"
"You should be in cheerleading practice young lady," Ms. Lunch spoke a little confused at both people answering..
"but it's a family emergency, Ms. Lunch. This is Civvie my brother and he came to get me," Bulma pleaded. The blond teacher looked ready to kill something and suddenly a hair tickled her nose. AAAAAAHHHH…..CHOOOOOOOO!!!
"Oh, excuse me. What am I doing here?," the dark haired Ms. Lunch looked at her watch, "Oh dear I'm late for practice. Aren't you coming Bulma?"
"I can't. I have a family emergency," Bulma answered.
"Oh dear, well you better go then, take as much time as you need," the dark haired Ms. Lunch spoke, "see you soon Bulma." with that said she darted off to the gym.
"Does she always do that Blue?" Civvie asked.
"You get used to it after a while," Bulma smiled and pulled Civvie out of the school.
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"Two turkeys with lettuce, tomato, mayo and pickles hold the mustard. And a large coke," Kolerabi chanted as she forced her way into Vegeta's room, "You and your mood swings 'Geta. Now how can I talk you into that party?"
Vegeta took the sandwiches and looked his sister up and down she was in a nice pair of slacks and a form fitted long sleeve shirt and had her hair pulled up, "What are you all dressed up for?"
"Well I did have a lunch date before I decided you were more important," Kolerabi spoke as she sat down on the end of his bed, "Are you really okay?"
"Ya, I just got myself all worked up. Would you stop with the sympathy all ready. It drives me crazy and you know it," Vegeta answered, "With who and where were you going?"
"and just why should I tell you that?" Kolerabi stuck her nose in the air, " You won't ever tell me anything."
"What do you mean, I tell you every thing. I told you about Bulma and me. I told you about today," suddenly Vegeta's smirk returned. Kolerabi saw the smirk and recognized it.
"Ice Cream!" Kolerabi shouted and a race began to the freezer.
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Civvie and Bulma walked into the ouji's house to hear muffled shouts and laughter. Civvies walked in first Bulma right behind. They entered the kitchen to see Vegeta on one side of the island in its center and Kolerabi on the other side each with there own quart of ice cream and a spoon. The kitchen was covered in ice cream as were the two occupants. It was taking everything the briefs had to not crack up at the sight. Kohlrabi noticed them first and started blushing. Vegeta whipped his head around and did an identical blush.
"Cooling off with out us huh? And I drove all the way to Orange Star," Civvie shook his head but still kept on smiling.
"I didn't start it 'Geta did," Kolerabi smiled, " the little punk thought it'd be funny to wipe mint chocolate chip down my face."
"Well, at least your in a better mood," Bulma smiled at Vegeta before she walked up and licked some chocolate ice cream off his cheek.
"Bulma," He flushed, he was now beet red, "What are you doing?"
"Payback," she smirked and licked him one last time, "you taste good."
Kolerabi and Civvie just stared.
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Later after the kitchen had been thoroughly scrubbed and the ice cream covered Ouji's had cleaned themselves up Bulma sat on Coyote's bed and watched Vegeta towel his hair. She couldn't help but admire all the muscles in his back as they bunched and twisted.
"I'd say we missed the party," He spoke as he glanced at his clock that read 6:00.
"It's probably just starting," Bulma answered, "But I'm not going to go."
He turned and looked at her, "Why?"
"Because I intend to find out why our comments set you off," Bulma smiled. She couldn't resist those muscles anymore, reached out and put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped a little bit before she began a soft kneading.
"Bloomer," He smirked.
"What Vegetable?" she smirked back.
"what are you doing?" He asked.
"What does it feel like, I'm rubbing your shoulders. And I'll rub your back too if you lay down," She smiled.
Vegeta obeyed and laid on his stomach. Bulma climbed over and straddled his hips and began her rubbing, "now why don't we start from the beginning."
"I have a problem with drunk people okay, Bloomer," He answered hoping she'd drop it right there.
"Why?" Bulma asked and started rubbing his lower back. Knowing he wasn't going to get out of it he proceeded to tell her the whole story about going to the grocery store with his mom and that he was driving because he had just got his license and needed the practice. Then he told her about the intersection and the drunken guy that t-boned their car, breaking his leg and killing his mom. He also told her about how the drunken guy got out of his car and tried to apologize to him and his mom like it was a minor fender bender. He told her everything about the accident. Bulma could understand why Vegeta would hate drinking and be incredibly nervous about it.
"I'm sorry," Bulma spoke and bent down and placed a small kiss on the back of his neck. She heard him snort into his pillow. She slid off him and laid down next to him, and pushed him to scoot over so she wouldn't fall off the twin bed. He rolled onto his side and scooted back. Bulma scooted into him and smiled.
"Bloomer, thank you," He whispered brushing the hair out of her face and letting his hand rest on her cheek.
"For what?" she asked.
"For being there for me, for being you," He whispered and pulled her closer. There lips met passionately and tongues battled for dominance. Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's shoulders and rolled onto her back. He rolled with her straddling her hips and continuing his passionate assault on her lips.
"Oops, sorry, heh heh heh," Coyote said as he hurried and shut the door. That was enough to break the mood. Vegeta let his head drop beside Bulma's.
"No damned privacy," He mumbled.
"Not for us anyway," She laughed.
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Whoa, that's a long one. Hope it's good. Next time on Soccer Boys…New teacher…love notes…and Chichi you don't look so good.