I'm baaaack! Sorry it's been so long, but we just got new classes and all
the teachers think it's a good idea to start the semester with a project.
I'm hoping this chap is longer ;) Thanks to Night Pheonix for reviewing
and pointing out the names weren't in alphabetical order. I thought of
veggie's name as I wrote and didn't put it in the right place-my first big
mistake!!! So, here it is at last, chapter four!!
Thanks go out to those who reviewed: blue-goddess65, archangel-bulma, Night Pheonix, Padawan Rika, Silvermaamutez, Sally, Nimbus and kayakara. You guys make me feel loved!! ^_^
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I'm Free!!!
Bulma appeared downstairs at 6pm sharp. There was no way she was going to be late and risk getting yelled at for that as well.
"Where's Dad?" she asked her mother, seeing only two places set.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, honey? He's at some sort of conference in America. He won't be home for a week." Bulma couldn't believe her luck. The more she'd thought about it, she'd been sure her dad would ground her all year. This was just too good.
"No, I don't remember hearing that. It's too bad he's gotta be gone that long." ::Careful, Bulma. Don't lay it on too thick.::
"Why, dear? Did you need his help with something? I'm sure he'd come back if it was important."
"No!" Bulma practically shouted. "No, I mean, he's all paid for, right? It'd be a shame for him to have to come home early. It's just..." She racked her brain for an explanation. "I just have a project to do for school. I'm gonna be at ChiChi's house for about an hour after school all week." There, that was a decent one. It explained away detention, too. Her mom trusted her, so there wouldn't be any awkward questions like wasn't CC a better place to work on it. ::I kinda hate to lie to her, but I definitely do NOT want to be stuck here all year.::
Bunny's sunny smile returned just as the timer dinged. "Oh, there's dinner! I hope you like it, dear. It's a new recipe."
"Uh, it doesn't include rice, does it?"
* * *
Fortunately, dinner did not have rice in any form. Bulma made her escape as soon as rinsed her plate. Bunny was bound to be lonely, and normally Bulma wouldn't have minded staying, but she had other things to do, There was the usual assignment in math, but that only required half her attention.
The remainder was focused on Saturday. One of Bulma's favorite bands was playing at a club nearby. She had been afraid that when her parents heard about her detention she wouldn't be able to go. But that problem had been taken care of. Now, all she had to decide was if she wanted to bring a friend and what to wear. Bulma didn't consider herself vain, but you never know who you might meet.
After some consideration, she decided to go by herself. ChiChi wasn't into this sort of thing and would just complain. 18 had gone before but Bulma thought she'd heard her mention going out with Krillen. :: Now there's an odd couple if there ever was one. They seem to like each other, though. If only I could find someone as nice. Ok Bulma, don't start thinking like that. You're happy now and that's all that matters.:: Bulma had had a date or two in her life, but never a serious boyfriend. Sometimes she envied 18 and Krillen, or Chi and Goku. But then Goku would do something incredibly dumb and she'd appreciate being single even more.
Bulma decided her outfit could wait and turned on the TV. A quick scan showed her that there was nothing good on, so she popped in the newest Final Fantasy and resumed her saved game. (AN: I really suck at video games. I've only played FF8 once and spent most of my time running into walls. Use your imagination to see how she's doing.) Taking a break seemed to have helped and she solved her problem easily.
Three hours later she had completed two new levels and her eyes were starting to ache. She saved her game and replaced the disc in its case. Looking at the clock she saw it was only 10:30. ::Hmm, should I sleep now and be awake tomorrow, or not and sleep in class?:: After long and hard thought, and several yawns, she decided it was time to turn in. ::If I don't get some sleep soon, I'll be late and that would NOT be good. Besides, I'm libel to lie awake for at least half an hour, and I still have to shower. Good, it won't be too early.::
Bulma was definitely a typical teen in that she preferred nighttime activities. Her parents seemed to think this odd and had set her bedtime at 9:30. It was never enforced, however, because they were often asleep by then. Bulma was sure she would never understand their compulsion to rise with the sun. True, she was sometimes awake when it did rise, but only because she had yet to go to bed. During the summer one of her favorite habits was watching the sunrise from her roof. So what if she slept past noon? Nothing good started until nightfall anyway.
Her musings had carried Bulma into her bathroom. She ran the water to get it good and hot while she pulled off her clothes. Shampoo, conditioner and soap later, she turned the spray off and wrapped herself in a big towel. Aah, they can wait a while. Bulma thought, referring to her legs. :: It's not like I'm wearing shorts or anything.:: (AN: No, there hasn't been a sudden change in the weather, Bulma just doesn't wear shorts to school.) She gave her hair a quick rub to start it drying. The aqua strands were so fine it didn't take long for then to air-dry.
Bulma pulled a pair of boxers and a tank top from the clean pile and put them on. She made sure her windows were open and the screen doors were the only ones closed on the balcony. The bed had been made at some point during the day, so Bulma flung the covers towards the end. She flopped belly down onto the mattress and fell almost immediately into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
The week went by without any further incidents. Bulma explained her plan to ChiChi, who reluctantly agreed to it. Bunny never suspected anything, so it was never put to the test.
Bulma sighed as she shifted in her chair. It was the last period of the day and she was ready to go. :: Good thing it's Friday. I don't know how much longer I can take this being good stuff.:: In order to avoid another detention, or any unwanted attention from a teacher, she had been unusually quiet this week. Not silent, though, she knew that would only make her look suspicious. Now all she had to do was survive her last hour of torture and she'd be free.
:: Not as easy as it sounds. Mr. Crapapple has been on my case since the first day. It's getting harder to bite my tongue. Aggg, I'd rather rip his out of his head!:: Bulma had to stop there; she was going to get too worked up. :: It's probably just the heat; everyone's on edge from it. Chi looked like she was going to kill me this morning! Well, I guess I deserved it, making that crack about her and Goku. But I couldn't resist that opening!::
Bulma dragged herself back to reality just in time to catch the handout being passed back. The teacher somehow managed to get several worksheets out in the short time before the bell rang. Bulma stayed in her seat to avoid getting squashed by the mass exodus. It wasn't like she had anywhere fun to run to anyway. Detention was not high on her list of things she wanted to do. ::Think positive, Bulma. It's the last hour you'll ever have to endure of that jackass.::
She colleted her books and hurried to the door before the teacher could notice her hanging around. History teachers were notorious for being overly eager when a student appeared to want help. Bulma wasn't about to give him a chance. :: Still, he's better than the donkey you'll be seeing next. And now there's not even Mr. Hotshot to entertain you.:: Vegeta had, apparently, only a day of detention. That was standard policy for skipping a class. Bulma only knew this because he had appeared in her second hour government class Tuesday. The teacher must have really wanted to make an impression on him, because she asked if his extra time at school had been enjoyable. Since she had asked in front of the class, Vegeta hadn't been able to tell her off like Bulma was sure he'd wanted to. He had only grunted in reply, ignoring the glare the teacher gave him.
Bulma entered the room detention was held in with a mix of joy and resentment. She was happy because this was her last day, but she was sure it wouldn't be a good one. The watcher ad given her a look that said he'd be on her if she made one little mistake. ::This isn't fair. He never goes after the other kids this badly. Why does he hate me so much?:: Bulma had pondered this question every time she thought about detention. It had crossed her mind that maybe, in some sick and twisted way, the teacher was attracted to her. This possibility had so completely disgusted her that she had resolutely pushed it out of her mind. ::Ugghh, it still does. No, Bulma, just don't think about it. Keep remembering that this is your last 45 minutes of him. Then you can avoid this hall for the rest of your high school years.:: Bulma did as she thought and started straight down at her desk for the rest of detention. When the bell rang she was up out of her seat and out the door almost before it had finished. ::YES!! I'm free!! Yesyesyesyesyes!! :: thought Bulma ecstatically as she ran to her car. She planned on getting off of school property as fast as legally allowed so HE wouldn't be able to catch her for any imagined fault.
Bulma was just out of the parking lot and on the road when she glanced in her rearview mirror and saw the donkey run out and look frantically for her car. He spotted her and she just revved her engine in response. ::I'll never have to see you again! HA! take that and shove it up your already crowded ass!!::
And so ends chapter four. I apologize if the ending seems a little rushed, I wanted to start the next chap on the weekend. Thanks for reading, now click that little button and let your opinions be heard!!! Thanks again!
Thanks go out to those who reviewed: blue-goddess65, archangel-bulma, Night Pheonix, Padawan Rika, Silvermaamutez, Sally, Nimbus and kayakara. You guys make me feel loved!! ^_^
Don't own, Don't sue, you wouldn't get anything.
I'm Free!!!
Bulma appeared downstairs at 6pm sharp. There was no way she was going to be late and risk getting yelled at for that as well.
"Where's Dad?" she asked her mother, seeing only two places set.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, honey? He's at some sort of conference in America. He won't be home for a week." Bulma couldn't believe her luck. The more she'd thought about it, she'd been sure her dad would ground her all year. This was just too good.
"No, I don't remember hearing that. It's too bad he's gotta be gone that long." ::Careful, Bulma. Don't lay it on too thick.::
"Why, dear? Did you need his help with something? I'm sure he'd come back if it was important."
"No!" Bulma practically shouted. "No, I mean, he's all paid for, right? It'd be a shame for him to have to come home early. It's just..." She racked her brain for an explanation. "I just have a project to do for school. I'm gonna be at ChiChi's house for about an hour after school all week." There, that was a decent one. It explained away detention, too. Her mom trusted her, so there wouldn't be any awkward questions like wasn't CC a better place to work on it. ::I kinda hate to lie to her, but I definitely do NOT want to be stuck here all year.::
Bunny's sunny smile returned just as the timer dinged. "Oh, there's dinner! I hope you like it, dear. It's a new recipe."
"Uh, it doesn't include rice, does it?"
* * *
Fortunately, dinner did not have rice in any form. Bulma made her escape as soon as rinsed her plate. Bunny was bound to be lonely, and normally Bulma wouldn't have minded staying, but she had other things to do, There was the usual assignment in math, but that only required half her attention.
The remainder was focused on Saturday. One of Bulma's favorite bands was playing at a club nearby. She had been afraid that when her parents heard about her detention she wouldn't be able to go. But that problem had been taken care of. Now, all she had to decide was if she wanted to bring a friend and what to wear. Bulma didn't consider herself vain, but you never know who you might meet.
After some consideration, she decided to go by herself. ChiChi wasn't into this sort of thing and would just complain. 18 had gone before but Bulma thought she'd heard her mention going out with Krillen. :: Now there's an odd couple if there ever was one. They seem to like each other, though. If only I could find someone as nice. Ok Bulma, don't start thinking like that. You're happy now and that's all that matters.:: Bulma had had a date or two in her life, but never a serious boyfriend. Sometimes she envied 18 and Krillen, or Chi and Goku. But then Goku would do something incredibly dumb and she'd appreciate being single even more.
Bulma decided her outfit could wait and turned on the TV. A quick scan showed her that there was nothing good on, so she popped in the newest Final Fantasy and resumed her saved game. (AN: I really suck at video games. I've only played FF8 once and spent most of my time running into walls. Use your imagination to see how she's doing.) Taking a break seemed to have helped and she solved her problem easily.
Three hours later she had completed two new levels and her eyes were starting to ache. She saved her game and replaced the disc in its case. Looking at the clock she saw it was only 10:30. ::Hmm, should I sleep now and be awake tomorrow, or not and sleep in class?:: After long and hard thought, and several yawns, she decided it was time to turn in. ::If I don't get some sleep soon, I'll be late and that would NOT be good. Besides, I'm libel to lie awake for at least half an hour, and I still have to shower. Good, it won't be too early.::
Bulma was definitely a typical teen in that she preferred nighttime activities. Her parents seemed to think this odd and had set her bedtime at 9:30. It was never enforced, however, because they were often asleep by then. Bulma was sure she would never understand their compulsion to rise with the sun. True, she was sometimes awake when it did rise, but only because she had yet to go to bed. During the summer one of her favorite habits was watching the sunrise from her roof. So what if she slept past noon? Nothing good started until nightfall anyway.
Her musings had carried Bulma into her bathroom. She ran the water to get it good and hot while she pulled off her clothes. Shampoo, conditioner and soap later, she turned the spray off and wrapped herself in a big towel. Aah, they can wait a while. Bulma thought, referring to her legs. :: It's not like I'm wearing shorts or anything.:: (AN: No, there hasn't been a sudden change in the weather, Bulma just doesn't wear shorts to school.) She gave her hair a quick rub to start it drying. The aqua strands were so fine it didn't take long for then to air-dry.
Bulma pulled a pair of boxers and a tank top from the clean pile and put them on. She made sure her windows were open and the screen doors were the only ones closed on the balcony. The bed had been made at some point during the day, so Bulma flung the covers towards the end. She flopped belly down onto the mattress and fell almost immediately into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
The week went by without any further incidents. Bulma explained her plan to ChiChi, who reluctantly agreed to it. Bunny never suspected anything, so it was never put to the test.
Bulma sighed as she shifted in her chair. It was the last period of the day and she was ready to go. :: Good thing it's Friday. I don't know how much longer I can take this being good stuff.:: In order to avoid another detention, or any unwanted attention from a teacher, she had been unusually quiet this week. Not silent, though, she knew that would only make her look suspicious. Now all she had to do was survive her last hour of torture and she'd be free.
:: Not as easy as it sounds. Mr. Crapapple has been on my case since the first day. It's getting harder to bite my tongue. Aggg, I'd rather rip his out of his head!:: Bulma had to stop there; she was going to get too worked up. :: It's probably just the heat; everyone's on edge from it. Chi looked like she was going to kill me this morning! Well, I guess I deserved it, making that crack about her and Goku. But I couldn't resist that opening!::
Bulma dragged herself back to reality just in time to catch the handout being passed back. The teacher somehow managed to get several worksheets out in the short time before the bell rang. Bulma stayed in her seat to avoid getting squashed by the mass exodus. It wasn't like she had anywhere fun to run to anyway. Detention was not high on her list of things she wanted to do. ::Think positive, Bulma. It's the last hour you'll ever have to endure of that jackass.::
She colleted her books and hurried to the door before the teacher could notice her hanging around. History teachers were notorious for being overly eager when a student appeared to want help. Bulma wasn't about to give him a chance. :: Still, he's better than the donkey you'll be seeing next. And now there's not even Mr. Hotshot to entertain you.:: Vegeta had, apparently, only a day of detention. That was standard policy for skipping a class. Bulma only knew this because he had appeared in her second hour government class Tuesday. The teacher must have really wanted to make an impression on him, because she asked if his extra time at school had been enjoyable. Since she had asked in front of the class, Vegeta hadn't been able to tell her off like Bulma was sure he'd wanted to. He had only grunted in reply, ignoring the glare the teacher gave him.
Bulma entered the room detention was held in with a mix of joy and resentment. She was happy because this was her last day, but she was sure it wouldn't be a good one. The watcher ad given her a look that said he'd be on her if she made one little mistake. ::This isn't fair. He never goes after the other kids this badly. Why does he hate me so much?:: Bulma had pondered this question every time she thought about detention. It had crossed her mind that maybe, in some sick and twisted way, the teacher was attracted to her. This possibility had so completely disgusted her that she had resolutely pushed it out of her mind. ::Ugghh, it still does. No, Bulma, just don't think about it. Keep remembering that this is your last 45 minutes of him. Then you can avoid this hall for the rest of your high school years.:: Bulma did as she thought and started straight down at her desk for the rest of detention. When the bell rang she was up out of her seat and out the door almost before it had finished. ::YES!! I'm free!! Yesyesyesyesyes!! :: thought Bulma ecstatically as she ran to her car. She planned on getting off of school property as fast as legally allowed so HE wouldn't be able to catch her for any imagined fault.
Bulma was just out of the parking lot and on the road when she glanced in her rearview mirror and saw the donkey run out and look frantically for her car. He spotted her and she just revved her engine in response. ::I'll never have to see you again! HA! take that and shove it up your already crowded ass!!::
And so ends chapter four. I apologize if the ending seems a little rushed, I wanted to start the next chap on the weekend. Thanks for reading, now click that little button and let your opinions be heard!!! Thanks again!