Um, hi there. *sheepish looking * Sorry it's taken me so long to get this
chapter up-I've been busy (see bottom for a list of excuses). Thanks to
all who reviewed: Sorceress Fujin, deadly sin and Saiyan Butterfly!!!
The Morning After
Monday morning greeted an anxious Bulma. She wondered what, if anything had changed with Vegeta. It was like being part of a conspiracy; only she slept through the part that told her how to act. She was silent through breakfast, but luckily her mother was outside gardening. Bulma wasn't in the mood for well-meaning parental pestering.
::Well, if I don't leave now I'll be late and I can't do that again this year. Especially since it would attract attention. Shit, that means I'd better go. Why do I have to be so rational?:: Bulma headed up the stairs, her feet dragging. She really did not want to go to school but she knew she couldn't slack off now. Her grades wouldn't suffer if she skipped four times a week, but her participation parts would. PP were based on how often you came to class, how often you volunteered in class and what other activities you did concerning school. Class officers, sports and clubs fit into the last category, which made them seem rather mandatory. Bulma had always thought you participated if you were interested and that ensured that you put forth your best effort. ::Apparently I was wrong and the administration DOES know best after all. Imagine that.:: she thought sarcastically.
Ten minutes later she pulled into a spot in the smaller parking lot. The larger one was closer to her locker, but it was also closer to the detention supervisor's room. Bulma didn't want to risk meeting him again. The smaller lot, however, was favored by the less savory characters of the school and it took a lot to make someone "less savory" in Bulma's mind. She didn't run to the doors but she didn't take a Sunday stroll either. She also made sure she never met anyone's eyes. That could be misconstrued in any number of ways and none were pleasant.
::Ahh, the gauntlet portion is over, now comes the maze.:: she thought as she dodged her way through the hallways. ::We need 'no loitering' signs. You think people would have enough sense not to stand in the middle of the freakin' hallway!!!!!:: She was already pissed and the bell hadn't even rung yet. Bulma hoped she could make it through the day without causing anyone bodily harm.
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::Why is it that high school seems to bring out the idiot in people?:: Vegeta thought sourly as he manuvered through the hallway. Most of the students were wise enough to move out of his way when they saw his glowering expression-but that was only most. The jocks mistakenly thought they were tougher than Vegeta and that it gave them the right to stand in his way. Unfortunately they were stupid enough to continue thinking this way even after Vegeta proved them wrong several times. It usually took serious injury before they learned to get out of the way when they saw him coming. ::What a waste of effort. There has to be a better way to make them leave me alone. Maybe the onna can come up with something.:: His own suggestion raised more problems, though. ::I don't want her to get the idea that I like her or anything. Not that she'd be wrong. I just don't want her to get the wrong idea.:: he quickly amended.
Vegeta continued puzzling out a way to get Bulma to help him without making it look like what it was- a desperate attempt to spend more time with her. He stepped in the door just after the bell rang, but he wasn't worried about being counted tardy; this was one of the many teachers he had terrified into submission. His mind was on the first step of his plan. ::All I have to do now is talk to her at lunch. In front of all her friends, thereby sacrificing any dignity or pride I have left, while I somehow manage not to come off like a stumbling fool or a complete jerk. How do I get myself to do these things?::
Again, I'm sorry this chap is soooo short. I have a point in mind to get to, but it's the getting there that's the problem!!! Some of my many excuses are that I've had two research papers due within a day of each other, we're building a new garden and I somehow made it to conference in track-I think she got me confused with a good runner. Excuses, excuses, I know. Any ideas for humorous/embarrassing incidents at school are very welcome. Also, are there any more takers for an e-mail update notice? Tell me in your review!!
The Morning After
Monday morning greeted an anxious Bulma. She wondered what, if anything had changed with Vegeta. It was like being part of a conspiracy; only she slept through the part that told her how to act. She was silent through breakfast, but luckily her mother was outside gardening. Bulma wasn't in the mood for well-meaning parental pestering.
::Well, if I don't leave now I'll be late and I can't do that again this year. Especially since it would attract attention. Shit, that means I'd better go. Why do I have to be so rational?:: Bulma headed up the stairs, her feet dragging. She really did not want to go to school but she knew she couldn't slack off now. Her grades wouldn't suffer if she skipped four times a week, but her participation parts would. PP were based on how often you came to class, how often you volunteered in class and what other activities you did concerning school. Class officers, sports and clubs fit into the last category, which made them seem rather mandatory. Bulma had always thought you participated if you were interested and that ensured that you put forth your best effort. ::Apparently I was wrong and the administration DOES know best after all. Imagine that.:: she thought sarcastically.
Ten minutes later she pulled into a spot in the smaller parking lot. The larger one was closer to her locker, but it was also closer to the detention supervisor's room. Bulma didn't want to risk meeting him again. The smaller lot, however, was favored by the less savory characters of the school and it took a lot to make someone "less savory" in Bulma's mind. She didn't run to the doors but she didn't take a Sunday stroll either. She also made sure she never met anyone's eyes. That could be misconstrued in any number of ways and none were pleasant.
::Ahh, the gauntlet portion is over, now comes the maze.:: she thought as she dodged her way through the hallways. ::We need 'no loitering' signs. You think people would have enough sense not to stand in the middle of the freakin' hallway!!!!!:: She was already pissed and the bell hadn't even rung yet. Bulma hoped she could make it through the day without causing anyone bodily harm.
* * *
::Why is it that high school seems to bring out the idiot in people?:: Vegeta thought sourly as he manuvered through the hallway. Most of the students were wise enough to move out of his way when they saw his glowering expression-but that was only most. The jocks mistakenly thought they were tougher than Vegeta and that it gave them the right to stand in his way. Unfortunately they were stupid enough to continue thinking this way even after Vegeta proved them wrong several times. It usually took serious injury before they learned to get out of the way when they saw him coming. ::What a waste of effort. There has to be a better way to make them leave me alone. Maybe the onna can come up with something.:: His own suggestion raised more problems, though. ::I don't want her to get the idea that I like her or anything. Not that she'd be wrong. I just don't want her to get the wrong idea.:: he quickly amended.
Vegeta continued puzzling out a way to get Bulma to help him without making it look like what it was- a desperate attempt to spend more time with her. He stepped in the door just after the bell rang, but he wasn't worried about being counted tardy; this was one of the many teachers he had terrified into submission. His mind was on the first step of his plan. ::All I have to do now is talk to her at lunch. In front of all her friends, thereby sacrificing any dignity or pride I have left, while I somehow manage not to come off like a stumbling fool or a complete jerk. How do I get myself to do these things?::
Again, I'm sorry this chap is soooo short. I have a point in mind to get to, but it's the getting there that's the problem!!! Some of my many excuses are that I've had two research papers due within a day of each other, we're building a new garden and I somehow made it to conference in track-I think she got me confused with a good runner. Excuses, excuses, I know. Any ideas for humorous/embarrassing incidents at school are very welcome. Also, are there any more takers for an e-mail update notice? Tell me in your review!!