*Shadowmoon slinks onstage, trying to avoid notice * Uh, hi guys. I am
really super sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time. I got a job
over the summer and am now in my senior year of high school, so everyone
expects me to have figured out where I want to go to college and what I
want to study. And I have no bleepin' idea!!! Anyway, here is an update-I
know its terribly short, but I'm going to read through the story so far and
hope for some inspiration. Wish me luck!!
Do I look Japanese? No, so I don't own DBZ.
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Bulma stared down suspiciously at the glop on her lunch tray. She gave a mental shrug and moved own to the next lunch lady waiting with a spoonful of.something. :It's a good think I only eat at school a couple of times a year: she thought. :Otherwise I'd have to do some experiments on this stuff. I don't think eating this much will kill me-I hope: She came to the end of the line, paid and looked for ChiChi or 18. She spotted Krillen's bald head first and squeezed past the wall and a group of people who thought the middle of the aisle was a good place to stand and chat. "You should look into the Coast Guard," she told Krillen as she set her tray down. "Shine a light off your head and you'd be a perfect lighthouse!" Krillen pretended to look insulted while the rest of the table had a good laugh at his expense. "Yeah, but he'd have to be a lot taller!" commented 18. She took the sting out of the remark by patting his bald dome affectionately. That made him turn a deep shade of red, which in turn made the table laugh harder. "You should be the one to talk Bulma. No one could ever miss that blue hair!" Krillen shot back. This evened the score and everyone settled down to eating. Finishing their lunches didn't take long as no one ate much of the school "food." Whoever bought or brought would always have extra to share. Conversation started up again with the friends swapping stories of their weekend exploits. Bulma was content to sit and listen for once, but ChiChi noticed her silence. "Bulma, are you okay? You're really quiet today." "Maybe she had a hot date and she's busy remembering all the juicy details," was Yamcha's snide remark. "Of course, it kinda takes away from the experience when it's you and your imagination." Yamcha knew what buttons to push to make Bulma mad and he'd hit them square on the mark. Goku and 18 leapt to restrain her as she attempted to climb over the table, heading for Yamcha's throat. "C'mon guys, let me get him. I won't hurt him too badly," Bulma whined. Goku shook his head as he sat her back down. "I can understand you wanting to castrate Yamcha, "18 said, "but you don't really want to do that without proper sanitation. Who knows what -or who- he's been doing." This time it was ChiChi and Krillen who kept Yamcha from jumping over the table, though they made a great show of reluctance. Just when it looked like things were going to get out of hand, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Yamcha took his chances and ran for the door, disappearing into the flow of students. The rest of the gang collected their things and shuffled out to their classes. Bulma was grabbed and pulled aside as she passed through the doors. About to get really angry with Yamcha, she looked before she started flinging insults. It was Vegeta who had grabbed her. "Oh, hi. I thought you were Yamcha and I was just about ready to yell at you." "It's a good thing you didn't woman." "Yeah, I know. So anyway, why'd you grab me?" Bulma asked, trying to be noncommittal and failing dismally. Vegeta seemed to take his time answering, waiting until the halls had cleared out some. "I wanted to ask you something." "Ok, ask away." The last stragglers were running to their class and a few turned to stare at he odd couple in the corner. "Uh, would you let me use your government notes?" Vegeta asked loudly as a female student sauntered by. "Um, ok, I guess..." Bulma replied, feeling very puzzled. :I thought he was going to ask something important by the way he took so long. What is he up to?: She didn't have very long to wonder, for as soon as the girl was out of hearing distance Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't really want your notes, woman. I just didn't want that girl to hear." Bulma wondered why, but acted like she hadn't noticed. "So what did you really want to ask me?" "Um, could you just meet me after school today? I don't want to say too much, just that it's really important. I'll be under the bleachers at the baseball field." "Um, yeah, sure. Is there anything you, uh, want me to bring?" "No, just yourself." He turned to leave, then remembered something. "Bring that screeching girl or the blonde and I won't be there." With that final thought he turned the corner, leaving a bewildered Bulma alone to get a demerit for being late. : Why does he want to meet me? And alone? I know you're up to something, Vegeta Baryn. I just hope it's something good.:
Well, that's all for now folks. I may be able to get another chapter out by this weekend- it depends on how much work I do on my research paper. Thanks for reading and pretty please review!!!
Do I look Japanese? No, so I don't own DBZ.
Blurp Blorp
Bulma stared down suspiciously at the glop on her lunch tray. She gave a mental shrug and moved own to the next lunch lady waiting with a spoonful of.something. :It's a good think I only eat at school a couple of times a year: she thought. :Otherwise I'd have to do some experiments on this stuff. I don't think eating this much will kill me-I hope: She came to the end of the line, paid and looked for ChiChi or 18. She spotted Krillen's bald head first and squeezed past the wall and a group of people who thought the middle of the aisle was a good place to stand and chat. "You should look into the Coast Guard," she told Krillen as she set her tray down. "Shine a light off your head and you'd be a perfect lighthouse!" Krillen pretended to look insulted while the rest of the table had a good laugh at his expense. "Yeah, but he'd have to be a lot taller!" commented 18. She took the sting out of the remark by patting his bald dome affectionately. That made him turn a deep shade of red, which in turn made the table laugh harder. "You should be the one to talk Bulma. No one could ever miss that blue hair!" Krillen shot back. This evened the score and everyone settled down to eating. Finishing their lunches didn't take long as no one ate much of the school "food." Whoever bought or brought would always have extra to share. Conversation started up again with the friends swapping stories of their weekend exploits. Bulma was content to sit and listen for once, but ChiChi noticed her silence. "Bulma, are you okay? You're really quiet today." "Maybe she had a hot date and she's busy remembering all the juicy details," was Yamcha's snide remark. "Of course, it kinda takes away from the experience when it's you and your imagination." Yamcha knew what buttons to push to make Bulma mad and he'd hit them square on the mark. Goku and 18 leapt to restrain her as she attempted to climb over the table, heading for Yamcha's throat. "C'mon guys, let me get him. I won't hurt him too badly," Bulma whined. Goku shook his head as he sat her back down. "I can understand you wanting to castrate Yamcha, "18 said, "but you don't really want to do that without proper sanitation. Who knows what -or who- he's been doing." This time it was ChiChi and Krillen who kept Yamcha from jumping over the table, though they made a great show of reluctance. Just when it looked like things were going to get out of hand, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Yamcha took his chances and ran for the door, disappearing into the flow of students. The rest of the gang collected their things and shuffled out to their classes. Bulma was grabbed and pulled aside as she passed through the doors. About to get really angry with Yamcha, she looked before she started flinging insults. It was Vegeta who had grabbed her. "Oh, hi. I thought you were Yamcha and I was just about ready to yell at you." "It's a good thing you didn't woman." "Yeah, I know. So anyway, why'd you grab me?" Bulma asked, trying to be noncommittal and failing dismally. Vegeta seemed to take his time answering, waiting until the halls had cleared out some. "I wanted to ask you something." "Ok, ask away." The last stragglers were running to their class and a few turned to stare at he odd couple in the corner. "Uh, would you let me use your government notes?" Vegeta asked loudly as a female student sauntered by. "Um, ok, I guess..." Bulma replied, feeling very puzzled. :I thought he was going to ask something important by the way he took so long. What is he up to?: She didn't have very long to wonder, for as soon as the girl was out of hearing distance Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't really want your notes, woman. I just didn't want that girl to hear." Bulma wondered why, but acted like she hadn't noticed. "So what did you really want to ask me?" "Um, could you just meet me after school today? I don't want to say too much, just that it's really important. I'll be under the bleachers at the baseball field." "Um, yeah, sure. Is there anything you, uh, want me to bring?" "No, just yourself." He turned to leave, then remembered something. "Bring that screeching girl or the blonde and I won't be there." With that final thought he turned the corner, leaving a bewildered Bulma alone to get a demerit for being late. : Why does he want to meet me? And alone? I know you're up to something, Vegeta Baryn. I just hope it's something good.:
Well, that's all for now folks. I may be able to get another chapter out by this weekend- it depends on how much work I do on my research paper. Thanks for reading and pretty please review!!!