~ The Girl Inside ~
Forgot the disclaimer last time. I don't own any anime yet. And I was just born when they released DB so I couldn't claim it was mine. Poor fate, fat chance.
A/N This time it will be Vegeta's POV. I think to switch the POV's - one chapter B-chan's and the next V-sama's
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Chapter 2: Playing tennis with angry Bulma and Ouch!
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Finally something interesting happened in my boring life. A new student to torture. Although I have to admit there's something strange about him. I just can't stop staring at him wondering what it is, what's wrong with him. And I had this absurd thought he was a girl. One point for me, that seemed to get him. He must have received a lot of comments like that with his 'tender' appearance. He looks so helpless. I've never acted this way before, I'm not a gay as the others try to make me and that stupid shit'face Tokiyama is rubbing it in. It's because he's a gay and he tried to make *me* his *girlfriend*! That really got me MAD and he had to bear my anger. So that's why he hates me so much. He also hates everyone that can get near me. He's probably jealous but after our last encounter he will think before he tries anything. You know they could fire him about that and the only reason I didn't tell the headmaster was because I like keeping things in control. I can't really understand why everybody thinks this way about me, but I don't stop the rumours. They amuse me with their stupidity. Every day I hear something new about myself.
I think things began with our last visit to Tora. We had our practicum classes with the girls' academy and all the boys had their attention to the girls' panties. And all the girls seemed to have their attention to *my* pants. That was hilarious. And so pathetic. As if that's the only thing girls and boys can think about this age. Don't get me wrong, I've known a decent amount of girls but probably I always get to the spoiled ones. So I finally gave up. And what do I hear when we get back in our academy? 'Hey, guys, did you know Vegeta-kun was *gay*?' Of course I beat the crap out of them but that didn't stop the rumours so I just let them be, amusing myself with them. The best part is when I get in my little role and scare the shit out of them. Oh, I think I'll miss the stupid academy when I finally find myself out of it.
I came back in the room after a few hours of stalking in the yard, smoking a cigaret and laying under a tree until it started raining. It rains a lot here. You never know when it is going to rain so people never make plans for the weekends. But I think it's adorable, it seems as if the weather has a mind of it's own, almost as a living being. I could even hear its heartbeat, but only if I listen carefully. I never told this to anyone, they'll probably think I'm crazy or something and will send me to the hospital. I don't get along with people, you could say I'm not the social type. That's why I prefer staying away from humans, they make me so angry with their half asleep state. They're living in their dream.
When I got inside the room I found out my roommate had fallen asleep. Of course, the *few* hours were exactly 9 hours as I looked at the clock. It was 2300. My roommate was all covered up to his neck although it was a warm room. Guess he was the kind of person who's always cold. Whatever, I don't see what that's got to do with me so I shrugged and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was all wet because of the rain.
After half an hour I was dry, except for the hair and put on some boxers. As I roamed through my still not fixed luggage I noticed the other occupant of the room had already fixed his. He was surely one sickening neat guy. I caught a glimpse of the book he was reading, 'Catcher in the Rye', and decided to check it out. I was bored to death anyway. And I was a little curious what kind of books he was reading. That could help me about his characteristic. The only impression he had left in me till now was his short temper. Some would consider it a bad feature but for me it was something that made him more interesting than the same old lame guys who were so all the same with each other it just messed with my head. Okay, I'm not quite normal, but who cares anyway?!? I'm on my own and can think and do whatever I want. I don't even think somebody will remember my birthday that is in a month. As if I give a damn.
I slumped in my bed not covering myself and read from the book. I don't sleep much. Just 3-5 hours are enough. So you see, I've got to fill the remaining hours with something. A book was a good thing.
Hearing the clock ticking was the only thing that reminded me I was still alive. It was so quiet. Everyone was sleeping now. It was 3 in the morning. I could hear the night life of the forest outside the building from time to time. But all seemed so quiet. And people just slept when they were missing this thing. But then again, if they were awake it wouldn't be the same. Suddenly the boy in the other bed shifted and turned to the other side revealing a shoulder and murmuring something that I barely heard. "Boyss..." Wow, what kind of a weird dream was that?! I forgot about the book (I was already in the middle of it) and siletntly tiptoed to my roommate. I wouldn't do that if I didn't notice something extremely strange in that shoulder of his. Wasn't it a little rounder than it was before? He was skinny when I saw him without the shirt and the bone of his shoulder was almost knobbing out. They have to feed him better. That guy doesn't have a muscle and he still tried to fight with me. Was he dumb? So anyway, this time it wasn't bony. It seemed soft. That was what caught my attention. You would probably think it's not a big deal but I really notice that kind of things, the details. I see the things others won't even aknowledge existing.
So I kinda squated next to his bed and stared at him dumbly. Don't ask me why I was curious. I just *knew* something was wrong with him and I'm determined to find out what it was. I found some pills in the bathroom, they're probably his, and they didn't seem like sedatives. In fact I took one just to taste it (the weird things I do) but it was like a candy. That guy had a secret and I knew it was a good one. I extended my arm to him so I could expose him when exactly at that moment he turned around again and his head nearly bumped in my arm but I didn't remove it anyway. I just blinked seeing his face so close. Damn him, he did look like a girl, even with closed eyes. He was beautiful. His hair was falling on his neck and his lips were slightly parted. I tried not to breathe thinking I could wake him up if he felt my breath. Sometimes I forget others didn't feel so light things.
I got up before I could lose my slipping sanity and went back to bed this time intending to sleep.
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The next moment I was awake because of a dreadful sound. I guess it was the fucking clock in the other end of the room. Soon the sound stopped so obviously Bulma had stopped it. Then I heard shifting, a sqeak from the bed and footsteps that led to the bathroom. Finally I opened my eyes seing I was alone but didn't get up from bed. It was still 7 and classes began at 8. It wasn't necessary to be in time for classes. They couldn't expell you because your parents paid. They just wrote it on your record and your future employers could make their oppinion on it. But I didn't intend working something that needed my record. So the teachers were really annoyed with me because I didn't pay any attention, skipped classes and sometimes smoked in the room. What could they do? Kick me out? I knew they really wanted to, but they couldn't. Just seing their mad faces made me laugh. They were so helpless. The only teacher I respected was Mrs. Keiko. She was 28, married, with one kid. Maybe because she was still young she didn't try to poison our lives with her subject. She made her classes interesting. And I think she was the only one that believed I was straight. And because I let her close to me Tokiyama hated her. But just dare he do something to her. I tried not to be too friendly with her, just in case.
I saw Bulma walking out of the bathroom. He had taken a shower but had put on his clothes there. With a locked door. Was he scared to be in the same room with me, half-naked? That made me want to laugh. So he did believe I was a gay. More fun to me. He didn't seem to notice I was watching him, maybe he thought I was still sleeping. So I continued watching him doing his bed, folding his pyjamas and then combing his hair. After he tied it up with a cord so he didn't look so girlish he started doing the weirdest thing I've ever seen.
He stood in front of the mirror and lifted his shirt then stared at his chest in the glass. I hardly stopped myself laughing out loud. What was he trying to do?! Then he put his shirt back on and unzipped his pants staring at what he had under the shorts in awe. If I wasn't on the bed I would have fallen on the floor at this very moment. This guy was too much. Finally I couldn't take this anymore and laughed and asked in my usual mocking tone: "Would you show it to me too? You seem impressed."
He turned to me shocked and his face was the reddest colour I've ever seen. I'm very friendly with Biology so I knew why he was blushing. It wasn't because he's embarrassed or any of that kind. That was simply because of a hard thinking, the blood rushed to the head supporting the brain. So obviously he was trying to think of something fast. And of course I let him roast, it was so fun to think what he could come up with. He finally opened his mouth and then shut it up again. Difficult, eh? And I wasn't making it easier staring at him with my mouth curled into a mocking smirk. Just when I gave up waiting he stuttered something of the kind "It's none of your business." and I was slightly disappointed. I expected a better explanation. Anyway, he stormed out of the room fuming, wasn't he tired being pissed off all the time? I just got up from the bed and placed my feet on the floor when he stormed in again to take his schoolbag. Brainless bloke, guess he was too angry to think properly. Then he ran out so I started dressing myself.
When I got in the classroom being late for 15 minutes I received the usual amount of unfriendly glares but that couldn't get me. I was frowned myself. It was going to be a sunny day and that meant we were going to have P.E. (physical education). It's not as if the academy doesn't have a gym inside, but it's being repaired after the storm 2 months ago. And here they work slowly, so we were going to wait for about a month until it got finished. Maybe you wonder why I don't like having Gym, eh? Well it's not that. I love it and you can tell that from my figure. I'm one sickening healthy guy. No, it's because I couldn't think up a game where you play alone. As if I care. I was usually sitting and watching and if someone came to tell me quit watching then I amused further with fighting.
Right now we were having Math and the stupid bitch was trying to impress me with her skills in Trigonometry. That was the material from the previous year, so she finally decided to let us revise. That idiot Kakkarot got an F the first day. Of course the witch tried the same trick with me but she wasn't lucky. I've got good memory and she couldn't get me in the corner. But she didn't write an A anyway. Not that I was expecting.
Bulma was still sitting in front of me. Strange, he should have gone to the far end by now. The previous year there were empty seats in front of me, behind me and next to me. You could guess why. And it only started from a stupid rumour. That explained a lot about the human's thinking. They were so primitive. Or maybe just scared of the unknown. And I was fitting pretty good in the *unknown* part. So whatever. He was still there staring off in the space. He wasn't too concentrated on the revision and the Bitch hated that so he was gonna have troubles. I thought of warning him, but then again, his well-being wasn't any of my concerns. As I thought the Bitch screeched at him and took him in front of the blackboard giving him one hell of a problem. It wasn't too easy. And do you know what he did? He solved it in 1 minute as if it was nothing. Wow. This guy surely gots something, and to think I actually thought he was dumb. Well, maybe not as dumb as Kakkarot. Speaking of him, he was the only other person who knew I was straight but we weren't actually friends. We just get along with each other but I was trying not to get too close for his own good. You don't want me as a friend.
Second class - P.E.. More boredom for me. I think I could pass all that crap in the academy and get a real life but my father just sent me here not really caring if I wanted to. So anyway. I decided to just sit under the oak and imagine how I killed everyone. Some day I will kill them so right now I could think how exactly to do it. And I'm gonna kill that Bulma with the girl name extremely slowly and painfully for being so pretty and cosing problems to my psychic. So I just lay there mentally ripping Yamcha's head off when I felt a shadow fall over my body. I thought that I was lucky today and it was going to rain, but then the shadow spoke to me and it turned out to be Bulma. I opened my eyes displeased.
"Would you like to play tennis with me?" he asked just like that. Wasn't he mad at me? He was smiling! Okay, that surprised me a bit but hey, for the first time these two years I was actually going to play something and not just sitting so I agreed. Tennis, heh? That was the aristocratic sport. I knew how to play and was pretty good at it. So we went to the court and I threw a glance at his small figure next to mine. "Why don't you play with the others?" I finally asked risking my potential game with my curiosity. He shrugged trying to look casual. "Because they all want to play football and I don't think I like that game."
What a strange little fellow. There wasn't a boy I knew who didn't like that game. "Why?" I gave out my thoughts.
"Because it's a pervereted game. Now don't you want to play tennis or do you prefer me to go away?" he snapped as if he knew I was desperate to play something. But I couldn't leave him get the last word. "Why are you always pissed?" okay, that was a big risk for the tennis but it didn't seem to get him. He took a rocket and a ball then checked the web after that replying calmly. "Because there are guys like you." Now what did that have to mean?!? Anyway I took a rocket too and went to the other part of the court warming up with some jumps. After playing for about 5 minutes and I was winning already we gathered a small group of boys. Soon there were some more because 'See Ouji and Briefs are playing tennis!' was announced as if it was the world's championship. I think they wanted him to win so I put more effort into my hand. I was as good as a winner and it wasn't so difficult, he had such a poor hit.
He ran on the court pretty much trying to keep with my tempo and half an hour later we were 6:2, 4:0 for me. The public was still cheering enjoying the free show and of course a judge popped up from nowhere. I wonder how, but there always seem to be those guys who were fit to judging or for the paper work or things like that. They just seemed to be made for this kind of shit. Anyway the good old fucking life needed pawns like them. They were kinda the foundation of the society. Okay, call me stupid, I think the tennis's messing with my brain. After beating him to this set with 6:1 we decided on a third and last one. So the public went away seeing who's gonna win. Sorry guys, guess I'm the best.
I thought of winning this with 6:0 when I decided to make the game more interesting and give my opponent some push. He was obviously exhausted but kept playing. He's deffinitely stubborn. "You're hitting like a girl!" I shouted at him sending the ball to him. He stopped in the middle of the court not paying any attention to the ball and his left eye started twitching. His face became red again, this time from anger. I knew this would get him.
A few seconds later he regained his composure and took the ball then prepared to hit it, doing so he shouted at me, "See if that's a feminine hit, IDIOT!!!"
I didn't see that coming...
OUCH!!!
The ball hit me just where you don't want it to. It was actually painful and I hadn't felt pain for a long time. You can call it a new sensation. Sick... Bulma seemed surprised from this result as well, he ran to me explaining he hadn't aimed for that place but I could only throw him a dirty glare. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern. Hey, why the concern? After all I was a bastard to him, he didn't need to worry about me, right? Then, incredibly he extended his arm in attempt to... No.., he wouldn't..he didn't...think that...
"Don't touch it, you pervert!!! It hurts enough!" I screamed after finally realising what he was going to do. Tell me what normal boy would try to do that?!? He looked confused for a moment then put his usual pissed face.
"What do you mean 'pervert', I was just trying to help!" he screamed as well hurting my ears. As if the pain in my groin wasn't enough. It was all his fault. It was all his goddamn fault!!! This bastard! Was he trying to look so innocent? Or he usually looked like this when doing such things to people. Kinda 'It wasn't me.' and everybody believes him. Okay, I needed ice. You know why. I hate pain, that's why I thought if I was used to it then I wouldn't feel it. And I was right, but who would suggest this kind of thing would happen to me?!?
"Get me some ice." I hoarsely hissed not looking at his innocent face that was fucking driving me nuts!!!
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As you see it was over with that class for me so I decided to skip the next anyway and just go into my room and relax. I could proceed with Bulma's book and then try to sleep since I wanted to be awake this night too. But I soon gave up the idea for sleeping. I didn't feel like it. I mean who would wanna sleep in this sunny day?!? It was too bright, the sun's making me nervous. You can call me a bat or something, I prefer the dark.
So I went out in the park that was behind the accademy and climbed the old oak there. This place was stuffed with oaks, I think they chose this place for the accademy because 'Oaks resemble the strong spirit'. I don't see what that has got to do with strong spirit, but anyway I didn't mind it. It had strong branches and was a tall tree, all I needed to make myself comfortable. And away from those stupid walking oafs. I opened the book and hidden in the cool shadow of the tree proceeded reading from the page I've left it. In fact it was a good book, although the main character was kinda jerk. But the book was alright. And I needed some kind of entertainment to keep me occupied.
I almost finished it, I think 3 hours had passed by and I was hungry. It was the long break already because the students started going out of the building, some were going to the canteen so I decided to wait until they're finished, I didn't want to see their annoying faces while I ate. I could lose my appetite just by seeing them. I sensed someone was coming to my tree. Don't ask me how I sense those things, it's just the moving of the air or something and I get nervous when I don't see who it is. It's something like sitting in a room with the door behind you, an opened door. I can always guess when someone comes in, even if he just stays at the door frame. Maybe it's my dislike for people, I dunno, and I don't really care.
I looked through the leaves at the person down there. He was obviously seeking isolation since there was nobody here. Except for me, of course but he didn't see me. It was Bulma who was currently taking one of those pills. Right, I wanted to ask him about them. Did he have a heart disease or something? So I jumped before him just when he gulped the pill and he stared at me with this funny expression o.O falling in the sitting position. He always made me laugh with his actions. They weren't dumb like Kakkarot's, just funny. And cute. They were just fucking cute, how can a boy be cute dammit?!? Did he know that, I suppose he knew that and was taking unfair advantage of it to make people friendly to himself. I'm sure of it. He can't be just naturally cute this SOB. There was nothing cute in him!!! Just looking at him made me wanna...help him?!? I unbelivably found my arm supporting him to get up. Did my body cut the connection with my brain?! I quickly removed my hand and he blinked from surprise at first but got up anyway dusting his clothes off. Yeah, he was surely one neat jerk.
"Uh..." was the only thing he said. I guess I scared the crap out of him with my sudden appearance. Oh, well... I decided to talk first because he was probably intending on just staying there muttering unintelligibly. "What were those pills?" I asked casually not to show him I was actually interested. He looked at me with those wide eyes of his unbelievably. Yes, I've seen you.
"What pills?!? Oh,...ah....*those* pills! Eheheheheh!..." was he playing dumb? He looked slightly confused. No, VERY confused and I was still staring at him waiting for an answer. "These are for my stomach!"
What the?!...
"I have some problems but I don't want you to get involved!" he grinned stupidly maybe thinking he had fooled me. I'm not that easy, I won't fall for that shit! But seeing him so obviously lying to me suggested he didn't want to tell the truth. So, I had to investigate myself. No problem really. I just needed one sample to know the chemicals it consisted. Then I could easily find out the truth. Why did he think I was so stupid?!? Anyway I just shrugged showing no interest in the subject anymore and I saw him sighing in relief. Yeah, *buddy*, the execution is off...for now.
Then he dragged me in the building again in spite of my complaining, I have left the book on the tree. In fact I could easily go back and dump him right now but I didn't really want to. It was so boring to be alone. So I followed him numbly glaring at his blue locks from above. He didn't seem to notice though. I saw one of my classmates coming towards us. Towards Bulma most probably. What was his name again... Nail. One of the most annoying people on the Earth and most probably in the Galaxy. He was always trying to drive you into his world and was babbling about his worthless life thinking that you're actually interested in it. That self-centred SOB! He was also going to be killed for being such an asshole. I think making him eat his appendix was better. THEN I was going to kill him.
So he stopped in front of us and I stood behind Bulma. I wasn't seeking protection, I just knew the conversation wouldn't include me so I made space for them to speak freely. In fact I was going to leave but Bulma grabbed my hand secretly making me stay. Don't ask me why I did it. He was desperate and this Nail was such a freak. And I stayed listening to what they were talking about.
"Next week we're going to Tora to have our practicum class. Did you know that Bulma-san?" Nail said. Oh, Tora, that brought memories. I snickered from behind. But wait, that was the perfect chance for me to prove them all wrong. I could get some girl and show them all I was as straight as an arrow. Hm...why making effort. I wasn't that desperate. To tell the truth I love when people hate me. I hate them too so we're even. And if they loved me it would be so difficult...trying to love them back.
"Yeah, so?" Bulma aksed not really interested still holding my hand behind his back. I smirked at this. He was so easy to be hurt. Just if I removed my hand, just if I went away. What made me stay?
"We'll meet the girls from the Waft girls' academy. Doesn't this make you excited? My sister will be there too. She's a lovely girl! I'm sure you'll like her and in the end you may fall for each other. You'll be such a nice couple!" there he goes again. Bulma rolled his eyes. "I'm not really interested, Nail." he stated calmly right in the shocked and angry face of the boy. Was he always saing what he was feeling? That wasn't a healthy thing, it may get him into trouble. Just like now.
"Are you saying that my sister ain't worth your attention?" he shouted sharply. Ouch, couldn't they *talk* more quietly?!?
"I didn't say that, I just-" Bulma was still trying to talk to him like a human, he just doesn't know people of this kind. They couldn't be talked to. They could be taught some sense only through a nice beat up.
"I know what you said! So you think you're too good for her, eh?!" that was really getting on my nerves!!! Wouldn't they SHUT UP!!!
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!" oh, that was too much! He was too close to my ears. I was going to make them both shut up. And maybe make Nail dream nightmares. (wicked grin)
I gripped Bulma's hand tightly and pulled him to myself embracing him from behind. He could squirm as much as he wanted to, he couldn't brake the grip. So in front of Nail's shocked face I pressed his small body against mine with my left arm and with the other removed some of his locks revealing his neck. And then I licked it. Slowly. It felt like the clear salty taste of skin. Heheh, you should have seen their faces. And to finish them off I said in the most seductive tone I could muster, "Bulma's got better things to do than to hang out with your sister." Both of them paled. It was funny just looking at them nearly fainting. Nail quicly ran away muttering something of the sort of 'Gross.' and soon I let Bulma go. It was nice and quiet now. Of course, I should have known Bulma will go nuts. So the next thing I realised was him shouting his lungs at me.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!?"
Ah, couldn't he be more calm? Why did he has to be so hysteric?! "To make him go away without killing him." I replied calmly hoping he would shut up. It wasn't a big deal. He narrowed his eyes. I didn't see where the problem was. Licking is not as bad as kissing, right? I didn't embarrass him that bad. And what do I care if he was embarrassed? The next moment he tried to slap me. ME! Of course he couldn't cause I was faster, he should have known that from our previous fight. And didn't I tell him not to provoke me again?!? Was he stupid trying this weak attack against me when he knew I was stronger. Guess he never learns. I quickly caught his hand before it could make contact with my skin and held it before his flashed face. What was he so angry about? He snapped it out of my hand and ran away but not before screaming at me, "You're such a pig!".
Now what was that for?! Oh, maybe I blew things up... again. So what's new? I preferred it that way anyway. Obviously he won't talk to me this night as well.
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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, they were really helpful to my lazy self. To be honest I didn't believe someone will like this story, that's why it was such a pleasant surprise to see your great reaction. Thank you for that. I hope you'll like this chapter as well. Sorry if it's not as funny as the last one, you know that Vegeta is a dark person.
Forgot the disclaimer last time. I don't own any anime yet. And I was just born when they released DB so I couldn't claim it was mine. Poor fate, fat chance.
A/N This time it will be Vegeta's POV. I think to switch the POV's - one chapter B-chan's and the next V-sama's
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Chapter 2: Playing tennis with angry Bulma and Ouch!
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Finally something interesting happened in my boring life. A new student to torture. Although I have to admit there's something strange about him. I just can't stop staring at him wondering what it is, what's wrong with him. And I had this absurd thought he was a girl. One point for me, that seemed to get him. He must have received a lot of comments like that with his 'tender' appearance. He looks so helpless. I've never acted this way before, I'm not a gay as the others try to make me and that stupid shit'face Tokiyama is rubbing it in. It's because he's a gay and he tried to make *me* his *girlfriend*! That really got me MAD and he had to bear my anger. So that's why he hates me so much. He also hates everyone that can get near me. He's probably jealous but after our last encounter he will think before he tries anything. You know they could fire him about that and the only reason I didn't tell the headmaster was because I like keeping things in control. I can't really understand why everybody thinks this way about me, but I don't stop the rumours. They amuse me with their stupidity. Every day I hear something new about myself.
I think things began with our last visit to Tora. We had our practicum classes with the girls' academy and all the boys had their attention to the girls' panties. And all the girls seemed to have their attention to *my* pants. That was hilarious. And so pathetic. As if that's the only thing girls and boys can think about this age. Don't get me wrong, I've known a decent amount of girls but probably I always get to the spoiled ones. So I finally gave up. And what do I hear when we get back in our academy? 'Hey, guys, did you know Vegeta-kun was *gay*?' Of course I beat the crap out of them but that didn't stop the rumours so I just let them be, amusing myself with them. The best part is when I get in my little role and scare the shit out of them. Oh, I think I'll miss the stupid academy when I finally find myself out of it.
I came back in the room after a few hours of stalking in the yard, smoking a cigaret and laying under a tree until it started raining. It rains a lot here. You never know when it is going to rain so people never make plans for the weekends. But I think it's adorable, it seems as if the weather has a mind of it's own, almost as a living being. I could even hear its heartbeat, but only if I listen carefully. I never told this to anyone, they'll probably think I'm crazy or something and will send me to the hospital. I don't get along with people, you could say I'm not the social type. That's why I prefer staying away from humans, they make me so angry with their half asleep state. They're living in their dream.
When I got inside the room I found out my roommate had fallen asleep. Of course, the *few* hours were exactly 9 hours as I looked at the clock. It was 2300. My roommate was all covered up to his neck although it was a warm room. Guess he was the kind of person who's always cold. Whatever, I don't see what that's got to do with me so I shrugged and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was all wet because of the rain.
After half an hour I was dry, except for the hair and put on some boxers. As I roamed through my still not fixed luggage I noticed the other occupant of the room had already fixed his. He was surely one sickening neat guy. I caught a glimpse of the book he was reading, 'Catcher in the Rye', and decided to check it out. I was bored to death anyway. And I was a little curious what kind of books he was reading. That could help me about his characteristic. The only impression he had left in me till now was his short temper. Some would consider it a bad feature but for me it was something that made him more interesting than the same old lame guys who were so all the same with each other it just messed with my head. Okay, I'm not quite normal, but who cares anyway?!? I'm on my own and can think and do whatever I want. I don't even think somebody will remember my birthday that is in a month. As if I give a damn.
I slumped in my bed not covering myself and read from the book. I don't sleep much. Just 3-5 hours are enough. So you see, I've got to fill the remaining hours with something. A book was a good thing.
Hearing the clock ticking was the only thing that reminded me I was still alive. It was so quiet. Everyone was sleeping now. It was 3 in the morning. I could hear the night life of the forest outside the building from time to time. But all seemed so quiet. And people just slept when they were missing this thing. But then again, if they were awake it wouldn't be the same. Suddenly the boy in the other bed shifted and turned to the other side revealing a shoulder and murmuring something that I barely heard. "Boyss..." Wow, what kind of a weird dream was that?! I forgot about the book (I was already in the middle of it) and siletntly tiptoed to my roommate. I wouldn't do that if I didn't notice something extremely strange in that shoulder of his. Wasn't it a little rounder than it was before? He was skinny when I saw him without the shirt and the bone of his shoulder was almost knobbing out. They have to feed him better. That guy doesn't have a muscle and he still tried to fight with me. Was he dumb? So anyway, this time it wasn't bony. It seemed soft. That was what caught my attention. You would probably think it's not a big deal but I really notice that kind of things, the details. I see the things others won't even aknowledge existing.
So I kinda squated next to his bed and stared at him dumbly. Don't ask me why I was curious. I just *knew* something was wrong with him and I'm determined to find out what it was. I found some pills in the bathroom, they're probably his, and they didn't seem like sedatives. In fact I took one just to taste it (the weird things I do) but it was like a candy. That guy had a secret and I knew it was a good one. I extended my arm to him so I could expose him when exactly at that moment he turned around again and his head nearly bumped in my arm but I didn't remove it anyway. I just blinked seeing his face so close. Damn him, he did look like a girl, even with closed eyes. He was beautiful. His hair was falling on his neck and his lips were slightly parted. I tried not to breathe thinking I could wake him up if he felt my breath. Sometimes I forget others didn't feel so light things.
I got up before I could lose my slipping sanity and went back to bed this time intending to sleep.
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The next moment I was awake because of a dreadful sound. I guess it was the fucking clock in the other end of the room. Soon the sound stopped so obviously Bulma had stopped it. Then I heard shifting, a sqeak from the bed and footsteps that led to the bathroom. Finally I opened my eyes seing I was alone but didn't get up from bed. It was still 7 and classes began at 8. It wasn't necessary to be in time for classes. They couldn't expell you because your parents paid. They just wrote it on your record and your future employers could make their oppinion on it. But I didn't intend working something that needed my record. So the teachers were really annoyed with me because I didn't pay any attention, skipped classes and sometimes smoked in the room. What could they do? Kick me out? I knew they really wanted to, but they couldn't. Just seing their mad faces made me laugh. They were so helpless. The only teacher I respected was Mrs. Keiko. She was 28, married, with one kid. Maybe because she was still young she didn't try to poison our lives with her subject. She made her classes interesting. And I think she was the only one that believed I was straight. And because I let her close to me Tokiyama hated her. But just dare he do something to her. I tried not to be too friendly with her, just in case.
I saw Bulma walking out of the bathroom. He had taken a shower but had put on his clothes there. With a locked door. Was he scared to be in the same room with me, half-naked? That made me want to laugh. So he did believe I was a gay. More fun to me. He didn't seem to notice I was watching him, maybe he thought I was still sleeping. So I continued watching him doing his bed, folding his pyjamas and then combing his hair. After he tied it up with a cord so he didn't look so girlish he started doing the weirdest thing I've ever seen.
He stood in front of the mirror and lifted his shirt then stared at his chest in the glass. I hardly stopped myself laughing out loud. What was he trying to do?! Then he put his shirt back on and unzipped his pants staring at what he had under the shorts in awe. If I wasn't on the bed I would have fallen on the floor at this very moment. This guy was too much. Finally I couldn't take this anymore and laughed and asked in my usual mocking tone: "Would you show it to me too? You seem impressed."
He turned to me shocked and his face was the reddest colour I've ever seen. I'm very friendly with Biology so I knew why he was blushing. It wasn't because he's embarrassed or any of that kind. That was simply because of a hard thinking, the blood rushed to the head supporting the brain. So obviously he was trying to think of something fast. And of course I let him roast, it was so fun to think what he could come up with. He finally opened his mouth and then shut it up again. Difficult, eh? And I wasn't making it easier staring at him with my mouth curled into a mocking smirk. Just when I gave up waiting he stuttered something of the kind "It's none of your business." and I was slightly disappointed. I expected a better explanation. Anyway, he stormed out of the room fuming, wasn't he tired being pissed off all the time? I just got up from the bed and placed my feet on the floor when he stormed in again to take his schoolbag. Brainless bloke, guess he was too angry to think properly. Then he ran out so I started dressing myself.
When I got in the classroom being late for 15 minutes I received the usual amount of unfriendly glares but that couldn't get me. I was frowned myself. It was going to be a sunny day and that meant we were going to have P.E. (physical education). It's not as if the academy doesn't have a gym inside, but it's being repaired after the storm 2 months ago. And here they work slowly, so we were going to wait for about a month until it got finished. Maybe you wonder why I don't like having Gym, eh? Well it's not that. I love it and you can tell that from my figure. I'm one sickening healthy guy. No, it's because I couldn't think up a game where you play alone. As if I care. I was usually sitting and watching and if someone came to tell me quit watching then I amused further with fighting.
Right now we were having Math and the stupid bitch was trying to impress me with her skills in Trigonometry. That was the material from the previous year, so she finally decided to let us revise. That idiot Kakkarot got an F the first day. Of course the witch tried the same trick with me but she wasn't lucky. I've got good memory and she couldn't get me in the corner. But she didn't write an A anyway. Not that I was expecting.
Bulma was still sitting in front of me. Strange, he should have gone to the far end by now. The previous year there were empty seats in front of me, behind me and next to me. You could guess why. And it only started from a stupid rumour. That explained a lot about the human's thinking. They were so primitive. Or maybe just scared of the unknown. And I was fitting pretty good in the *unknown* part. So whatever. He was still there staring off in the space. He wasn't too concentrated on the revision and the Bitch hated that so he was gonna have troubles. I thought of warning him, but then again, his well-being wasn't any of my concerns. As I thought the Bitch screeched at him and took him in front of the blackboard giving him one hell of a problem. It wasn't too easy. And do you know what he did? He solved it in 1 minute as if it was nothing. Wow. This guy surely gots something, and to think I actually thought he was dumb. Well, maybe not as dumb as Kakkarot. Speaking of him, he was the only other person who knew I was straight but we weren't actually friends. We just get along with each other but I was trying not to get too close for his own good. You don't want me as a friend.
Second class - P.E.. More boredom for me. I think I could pass all that crap in the academy and get a real life but my father just sent me here not really caring if I wanted to. So anyway. I decided to just sit under the oak and imagine how I killed everyone. Some day I will kill them so right now I could think how exactly to do it. And I'm gonna kill that Bulma with the girl name extremely slowly and painfully for being so pretty and cosing problems to my psychic. So I just lay there mentally ripping Yamcha's head off when I felt a shadow fall over my body. I thought that I was lucky today and it was going to rain, but then the shadow spoke to me and it turned out to be Bulma. I opened my eyes displeased.
"Would you like to play tennis with me?" he asked just like that. Wasn't he mad at me? He was smiling! Okay, that surprised me a bit but hey, for the first time these two years I was actually going to play something and not just sitting so I agreed. Tennis, heh? That was the aristocratic sport. I knew how to play and was pretty good at it. So we went to the court and I threw a glance at his small figure next to mine. "Why don't you play with the others?" I finally asked risking my potential game with my curiosity. He shrugged trying to look casual. "Because they all want to play football and I don't think I like that game."
What a strange little fellow. There wasn't a boy I knew who didn't like that game. "Why?" I gave out my thoughts.
"Because it's a pervereted game. Now don't you want to play tennis or do you prefer me to go away?" he snapped as if he knew I was desperate to play something. But I couldn't leave him get the last word. "Why are you always pissed?" okay, that was a big risk for the tennis but it didn't seem to get him. He took a rocket and a ball then checked the web after that replying calmly. "Because there are guys like you." Now what did that have to mean?!? Anyway I took a rocket too and went to the other part of the court warming up with some jumps. After playing for about 5 minutes and I was winning already we gathered a small group of boys. Soon there were some more because 'See Ouji and Briefs are playing tennis!' was announced as if it was the world's championship. I think they wanted him to win so I put more effort into my hand. I was as good as a winner and it wasn't so difficult, he had such a poor hit.
He ran on the court pretty much trying to keep with my tempo and half an hour later we were 6:2, 4:0 for me. The public was still cheering enjoying the free show and of course a judge popped up from nowhere. I wonder how, but there always seem to be those guys who were fit to judging or for the paper work or things like that. They just seemed to be made for this kind of shit. Anyway the good old fucking life needed pawns like them. They were kinda the foundation of the society. Okay, call me stupid, I think the tennis's messing with my brain. After beating him to this set with 6:1 we decided on a third and last one. So the public went away seeing who's gonna win. Sorry guys, guess I'm the best.
I thought of winning this with 6:0 when I decided to make the game more interesting and give my opponent some push. He was obviously exhausted but kept playing. He's deffinitely stubborn. "You're hitting like a girl!" I shouted at him sending the ball to him. He stopped in the middle of the court not paying any attention to the ball and his left eye started twitching. His face became red again, this time from anger. I knew this would get him.
A few seconds later he regained his composure and took the ball then prepared to hit it, doing so he shouted at me, "See if that's a feminine hit, IDIOT!!!"
I didn't see that coming...
OUCH!!!
The ball hit me just where you don't want it to. It was actually painful and I hadn't felt pain for a long time. You can call it a new sensation. Sick... Bulma seemed surprised from this result as well, he ran to me explaining he hadn't aimed for that place but I could only throw him a dirty glare. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern. Hey, why the concern? After all I was a bastard to him, he didn't need to worry about me, right? Then, incredibly he extended his arm in attempt to... No.., he wouldn't..he didn't...think that...
"Don't touch it, you pervert!!! It hurts enough!" I screamed after finally realising what he was going to do. Tell me what normal boy would try to do that?!? He looked confused for a moment then put his usual pissed face.
"What do you mean 'pervert', I was just trying to help!" he screamed as well hurting my ears. As if the pain in my groin wasn't enough. It was all his fault. It was all his goddamn fault!!! This bastard! Was he trying to look so innocent? Or he usually looked like this when doing such things to people. Kinda 'It wasn't me.' and everybody believes him. Okay, I needed ice. You know why. I hate pain, that's why I thought if I was used to it then I wouldn't feel it. And I was right, but who would suggest this kind of thing would happen to me?!?
"Get me some ice." I hoarsely hissed not looking at his innocent face that was fucking driving me nuts!!!
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As you see it was over with that class for me so I decided to skip the next anyway and just go into my room and relax. I could proceed with Bulma's book and then try to sleep since I wanted to be awake this night too. But I soon gave up the idea for sleeping. I didn't feel like it. I mean who would wanna sleep in this sunny day?!? It was too bright, the sun's making me nervous. You can call me a bat or something, I prefer the dark.
So I went out in the park that was behind the accademy and climbed the old oak there. This place was stuffed with oaks, I think they chose this place for the accademy because 'Oaks resemble the strong spirit'. I don't see what that has got to do with strong spirit, but anyway I didn't mind it. It had strong branches and was a tall tree, all I needed to make myself comfortable. And away from those stupid walking oafs. I opened the book and hidden in the cool shadow of the tree proceeded reading from the page I've left it. In fact it was a good book, although the main character was kinda jerk. But the book was alright. And I needed some kind of entertainment to keep me occupied.
I almost finished it, I think 3 hours had passed by and I was hungry. It was the long break already because the students started going out of the building, some were going to the canteen so I decided to wait until they're finished, I didn't want to see their annoying faces while I ate. I could lose my appetite just by seeing them. I sensed someone was coming to my tree. Don't ask me how I sense those things, it's just the moving of the air or something and I get nervous when I don't see who it is. It's something like sitting in a room with the door behind you, an opened door. I can always guess when someone comes in, even if he just stays at the door frame. Maybe it's my dislike for people, I dunno, and I don't really care.
I looked through the leaves at the person down there. He was obviously seeking isolation since there was nobody here. Except for me, of course but he didn't see me. It was Bulma who was currently taking one of those pills. Right, I wanted to ask him about them. Did he have a heart disease or something? So I jumped before him just when he gulped the pill and he stared at me with this funny expression o.O falling in the sitting position. He always made me laugh with his actions. They weren't dumb like Kakkarot's, just funny. And cute. They were just fucking cute, how can a boy be cute dammit?!? Did he know that, I suppose he knew that and was taking unfair advantage of it to make people friendly to himself. I'm sure of it. He can't be just naturally cute this SOB. There was nothing cute in him!!! Just looking at him made me wanna...help him?!? I unbelivably found my arm supporting him to get up. Did my body cut the connection with my brain?! I quickly removed my hand and he blinked from surprise at first but got up anyway dusting his clothes off. Yeah, he was surely one neat jerk.
"Uh..." was the only thing he said. I guess I scared the crap out of him with my sudden appearance. Oh, well... I decided to talk first because he was probably intending on just staying there muttering unintelligibly. "What were those pills?" I asked casually not to show him I was actually interested. He looked at me with those wide eyes of his unbelievably. Yes, I've seen you.
"What pills?!? Oh,...ah....*those* pills! Eheheheheh!..." was he playing dumb? He looked slightly confused. No, VERY confused and I was still staring at him waiting for an answer. "These are for my stomach!"
What the?!...
"I have some problems but I don't want you to get involved!" he grinned stupidly maybe thinking he had fooled me. I'm not that easy, I won't fall for that shit! But seeing him so obviously lying to me suggested he didn't want to tell the truth. So, I had to investigate myself. No problem really. I just needed one sample to know the chemicals it consisted. Then I could easily find out the truth. Why did he think I was so stupid?!? Anyway I just shrugged showing no interest in the subject anymore and I saw him sighing in relief. Yeah, *buddy*, the execution is off...for now.
Then he dragged me in the building again in spite of my complaining, I have left the book on the tree. In fact I could easily go back and dump him right now but I didn't really want to. It was so boring to be alone. So I followed him numbly glaring at his blue locks from above. He didn't seem to notice though. I saw one of my classmates coming towards us. Towards Bulma most probably. What was his name again... Nail. One of the most annoying people on the Earth and most probably in the Galaxy. He was always trying to drive you into his world and was babbling about his worthless life thinking that you're actually interested in it. That self-centred SOB! He was also going to be killed for being such an asshole. I think making him eat his appendix was better. THEN I was going to kill him.
So he stopped in front of us and I stood behind Bulma. I wasn't seeking protection, I just knew the conversation wouldn't include me so I made space for them to speak freely. In fact I was going to leave but Bulma grabbed my hand secretly making me stay. Don't ask me why I did it. He was desperate and this Nail was such a freak. And I stayed listening to what they were talking about.
"Next week we're going to Tora to have our practicum class. Did you know that Bulma-san?" Nail said. Oh, Tora, that brought memories. I snickered from behind. But wait, that was the perfect chance for me to prove them all wrong. I could get some girl and show them all I was as straight as an arrow. Hm...why making effort. I wasn't that desperate. To tell the truth I love when people hate me. I hate them too so we're even. And if they loved me it would be so difficult...trying to love them back.
"Yeah, so?" Bulma aksed not really interested still holding my hand behind his back. I smirked at this. He was so easy to be hurt. Just if I removed my hand, just if I went away. What made me stay?
"We'll meet the girls from the Waft girls' academy. Doesn't this make you excited? My sister will be there too. She's a lovely girl! I'm sure you'll like her and in the end you may fall for each other. You'll be such a nice couple!" there he goes again. Bulma rolled his eyes. "I'm not really interested, Nail." he stated calmly right in the shocked and angry face of the boy. Was he always saing what he was feeling? That wasn't a healthy thing, it may get him into trouble. Just like now.
"Are you saying that my sister ain't worth your attention?" he shouted sharply. Ouch, couldn't they *talk* more quietly?!?
"I didn't say that, I just-" Bulma was still trying to talk to him like a human, he just doesn't know people of this kind. They couldn't be talked to. They could be taught some sense only through a nice beat up.
"I know what you said! So you think you're too good for her, eh?!" that was really getting on my nerves!!! Wouldn't they SHUT UP!!!
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!" oh, that was too much! He was too close to my ears. I was going to make them both shut up. And maybe make Nail dream nightmares. (wicked grin)
I gripped Bulma's hand tightly and pulled him to myself embracing him from behind. He could squirm as much as he wanted to, he couldn't brake the grip. So in front of Nail's shocked face I pressed his small body against mine with my left arm and with the other removed some of his locks revealing his neck. And then I licked it. Slowly. It felt like the clear salty taste of skin. Heheh, you should have seen their faces. And to finish them off I said in the most seductive tone I could muster, "Bulma's got better things to do than to hang out with your sister." Both of them paled. It was funny just looking at them nearly fainting. Nail quicly ran away muttering something of the sort of 'Gross.' and soon I let Bulma go. It was nice and quiet now. Of course, I should have known Bulma will go nuts. So the next thing I realised was him shouting his lungs at me.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!?"
Ah, couldn't he be more calm? Why did he has to be so hysteric?! "To make him go away without killing him." I replied calmly hoping he would shut up. It wasn't a big deal. He narrowed his eyes. I didn't see where the problem was. Licking is not as bad as kissing, right? I didn't embarrass him that bad. And what do I care if he was embarrassed? The next moment he tried to slap me. ME! Of course he couldn't cause I was faster, he should have known that from our previous fight. And didn't I tell him not to provoke me again?!? Was he stupid trying this weak attack against me when he knew I was stronger. Guess he never learns. I quickly caught his hand before it could make contact with my skin and held it before his flashed face. What was he so angry about? He snapped it out of my hand and ran away but not before screaming at me, "You're such a pig!".
Now what was that for?! Oh, maybe I blew things up... again. So what's new? I preferred it that way anyway. Obviously he won't talk to me this night as well.
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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, they were really helpful to my lazy self. To be honest I didn't believe someone will like this story, that's why it was such a pleasant surprise to see your great reaction. Thank you for that. I hope you'll like this chapter as well. Sorry if it's not as funny as the last one, you know that Vegeta is a dark person.