Well, here it is at last-another chapter. I've been on Christmas break for
2 weeks and got this done and another story started. Let's just hope I can
keep this up after I go back!! You may want to go back and read the last
few chapters to re-familiarize yourselves as it's been so long. Please R
and R like always ^_^
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The Best-Laid Plans Bulma went through the rest of the day in a haze. She thought of and discarded a million possible reasons as to why Vegeta wanted to meet her, but none seemed to fit. :: Agh, I wish I could ask Chi and 18 their opinions. Then I'd just have to explain the whole story and wouldn't that give them something to bug me about? But how am I going to figure out what to do?! And why did he pretend that nothing was happening when that girl walked by?:: As Bulma remembered the girl's long blonde hair and curvy figure that she seemed to be flaunting, strange feelings of jealousy grew in her. ::That's stupid, Bulma. :: she told herself. ::Why do you care what he thinks of that other girl? It's not like you care what he thinks about you. Besides, it didn't look like he was interested. Although he did try to make it seem like he was asking me an innocent question instead of wanting to see me. Which could mean he doesn't want Blondie to think there's anything between us. And there's not, but it sickens me to think that he could want something like her. Maybe he wants to get a second opinion and some advice.:: This prospect startled Bulma so much that she just sat looking stunned when the teacher called on her. ::Well, if he thinks I'm going to give him advice about how to trap a slut like her -one's who's obviously more than willing- he's got another thing coming. Boy, will I give him a piece of my mind!:: the teacher, sensing that Bulma was not going to be returning to reality anytime soon, moved on to another student and left Bulma to fume for the rest of the period. When the final bell rang Bulma had gotten herself so worked up that she was considering not meeting Vegeta for fear of biting his head off. She made it as far as the doors to the parking lot, but stopped short when she saw Yamcha and his idiot friends hanging around. Bulma was absolutely not in the mood to deal with their crap, so she turned around and headed to the baseball field.
::Where is that woman?:: Vegeta wondered again. It was already ten minutes after the bell and he was more than tired of waiting in the hot sun. ::Did she get a detention in an afternoon class? She better hurry up- the longer I stay in one place, the greater my chances of being discovered.:: Vegeta had gathered his stuff up and turned to leave when he heard someone yelling his name. He looked over his shoulder to see Bulma running across the field, face red and hair coming loose from her ponytail.
"Hey, wait up!" she shouted. He set his stuff back down and waited for her to reach him and catch her breath. Bulma's book bag slid off her shoulder as se bent double, hands on her knees and panting like a dog. Vegeta watched with an amused smirk on his face. "You know, woman, if you did something other than sit on that fat ass of yours you wouldn't be so out of shape." He could tell his comment, with its oh-so-casual tone, made her angry, but she was too winded to reply. Bulma held up a finger, indicating that she had a good retort when she could speak without gasping. "It's this.stupid screwy.weather," she got out between gulps of air. "And how.would you know what .my ass.looks like if you haven't been.staring at it?" "It's impossible not to notice it. The thing's the size of a dump truck." Bulma simply shook her head, knowing that he was just making excuses. "OK, what did you want to talk to me so desperately for?" Vegeta opened his mouth to reply, but Bulma cut him off. "If it's because you want help catching that bleached blonde bimbo in the hallway, forget it. All you'd have to do is look at her and she'd be jumping down your pants." Vegeta grimaced. "Geez, woman, don't make me puke. As if I would ever want a slut like her." "Good. Well then, why'd you change the subject when she walked by? She's not a relative, is she?" "Related to a fence post, maybe, but not to me. I wanted your advice on how to get rid of her, but I didn't want her to know that." "I'm not an assassin, Vegeta. Besides, I'd think threatening her would scare her off." "It might, but I don't want to take any chance that she'll get the wrong message and keep after me. So, I need a plan to make her stop liking me and preferably become obsessed with someone else. Do you think you can help, or is it too much for your small brain?" "If I concentrate hard enough I may be able to come up with a simple plan. I make no guarantees, though; my brain may short circuit from all the strain. Just what did you have in mind?" " I just want her to stop following me. I don't care what the method is, as long as it gets results." Bulma was silent for a while, thinking of a possible plan of attack, giving Vegeta a chance to consider how he was going to configure the final plan so as to spend as much time possible with her. "Woman, much as I hate to even bring up the possibility, would us acting as a couple be enough to driver her off?" "Hmmm, with any other girl it might work, but this -what did you say her name was?" "Veronica." "A good bitchy name. Anyway, Veronica sounds like a serious stalker to me. It might just make her more determined." Bulma laughed inwardly as Vegeta's disappointment showed for a split second. ::Nice try, Veg-head, but I'm not going to be caught so easily. Man, how am I even letting myself think things like that? This heat must really be melting my brain cells.:: "I thought not," Vegeta replied with a frown. "Well, I'll leave you to come up with something. Let me know when you do." Without even a good- bye he walked off to the parking lot, first making sure you-know-who wasn't around to follow. Bulma was still staring at the spot where he'd been standing. ::And he leaves just like that? Without giving me any definite idea of what Blondie's like or how to get rid of her? He's assuming a lot, just walking off like that. I could be spiteful and encourage her to get back at him. Maybe I'll threaten him with that, though I don't actually want to talk to her.:: Deep in her thoughts, Bulma didn't hear ChiChi and 18 until they were practically on top of her. "Bulma!! What are you doing hanging out underneath the bleachers?" ChiChi yelled as she waved wildly. 18 grinned evilly as she too called out a greeting. "We just saw Vegeta leaving the parking lot-did you two have a hot afternoon rendezvous?" "Eww, no. You're disgusting, 18!" "Just checking to see if you were still all there. He's a real jerk, maybe as bad as Yamcha. " ChiChi and 18 both knew that things had been bad between Bulma and her ex, but neither knew the whole story. The only people who did were Bulma and Yamcha, but Bulma was sure that Yamcha couldn't remember the half of what had ended their relationship. Therefore, Bulma defended Vegeta's reputation. "He's not that bad, especially compared to the ass Yamcha is. Not that I'd want to spend large amounts of time with either one. I'm not a fan of self-torture!" Bulma laughed in what she hoped was a convincing manner. ::I hope this gets rid of any ideas they have about Vegeta and me. Especially any of Chi's-she can be a relentless matchmaker. :: Bulma's response marked a change to other topics. The three parted ways after nearly an hour spent making plans to meet for a girls' night out on Friday. Bulma rushed home, hoping that both her parents were keeping themselves busy and their minds off their errant daughter.
She made it home to find that she had the house to herself. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs had gone out for a homecoming dinner (AN: remember, he was in America). They'd left the usual instructions: Bulma could order out, but no friends were allowed over and she couldn't go out. Bulma didn't mind too much; she had a couple projects to finish up and the quiet was nice after a day of loud teens. She finished her homework easily and had a dinner of grilled cheese, which was about the only edible food she could make. ::Hm, should I be lazy and watch something on TV, or be productive and work on something in the lab?:: Bulma debated with herself for quite some time, but decided to go to the lab. Her father had a new type of capsule he was working on and it was giving him some problems. Bulma turned up her music and worked happily for several hours. "AAHHH!!" Bulma screamed as she leaped out of her chair. She laughed weakly at herself when she looked down to find that the furry monster that'd attacked was only her father's cat. "Poor thing, I bet you haven't been fed since this afternoon. Well, seeing as how it's past 11, I think I'll quit for the night and have a snack. That sound good to you?" The little black cat meowed his agreement and led the way to the kitchen. ::Man, I have been working alone for a while. Look at me- I'm talking to a cat! Of course, he does have the entire household trained quite well. Maybe that's something to study.:: Bulma thought as she obediently opened a can of food, gagging at the smell. "Well, I'm glad you seem to like it. There's no way I'd ever eat that stuff. I'd much prefer a good ice cream sundae, which is exactly what I'm going to have." Bulma went back up to her living room, switching off her music in the lab and turning it on in her suite. She didn't want to watch any of the scheduled TV programming for Monday night and no good movies were showing so she turned on her computer. It automatically checked her e-mail and informed her that she had nine new messages waiting for her. Bulma sighed as she scanned the list. ::Why do I still get all this junk mail? Hey, there's a message from Dad- I must not have checked this in a while. Another forward from ChiChi, a note from 18 about my weekend, something from Vegeta-hold up a minute!! Vegeta sent me an e- mail!! How'd he get my address?:: Bulma was a little freaked out as she briefly contemplated whether Vegeta was a stalker himself. Finally, she recovered enough to open the message and read it. Woman I am sorry. There, are you happy I said it? Veronica is a very persistent bitch and I thought the only way to get rid of her was to get some help. Hints do not work, a flat out 'no' does not work and threats of bodily harm were met with enthusiasm. Getting her interested in someone else might work. What was the name of your baka ex again? -V
Bulma read through it twice, unable to absorb what Vegeta had said. ::He apologized?! Got out of his 'oh- I- am-mightier-and-better-than-you" mindset and said he was sorry for leaving so abruptly?! This is amazing!! I wish I had someone to tell- oh great, so now do I e-mail him back, or what? Well, I guess I will, since it's the least likely way to be discovered.::
Veg-head The bakayaro's name is Yamcha. Are you thinking what I'm thinking- that we set the two of them up? sounds like they'd be perfect for each other. I think I can blackmail the ass into taking her out-ooh! can sneak along and watch! How did you get my private e-mail address? Bulma(see, that's my name, not 'woman' or 'fat ass'. B-U- L-M-A)
OK guys, how did you like it? I now have a definite direction to take this fic in, but of course I wanna rush to the good part! I'll try and hold myself back so all you loyal readers get a good story. Thanks for reading, now it's review time!!
Me no own DBZ.
The Best-Laid Plans Bulma went through the rest of the day in a haze. She thought of and discarded a million possible reasons as to why Vegeta wanted to meet her, but none seemed to fit. :: Agh, I wish I could ask Chi and 18 their opinions. Then I'd just have to explain the whole story and wouldn't that give them something to bug me about? But how am I going to figure out what to do?! And why did he pretend that nothing was happening when that girl walked by?:: As Bulma remembered the girl's long blonde hair and curvy figure that she seemed to be flaunting, strange feelings of jealousy grew in her. ::That's stupid, Bulma. :: she told herself. ::Why do you care what he thinks of that other girl? It's not like you care what he thinks about you. Besides, it didn't look like he was interested. Although he did try to make it seem like he was asking me an innocent question instead of wanting to see me. Which could mean he doesn't want Blondie to think there's anything between us. And there's not, but it sickens me to think that he could want something like her. Maybe he wants to get a second opinion and some advice.:: This prospect startled Bulma so much that she just sat looking stunned when the teacher called on her. ::Well, if he thinks I'm going to give him advice about how to trap a slut like her -one's who's obviously more than willing- he's got another thing coming. Boy, will I give him a piece of my mind!:: the teacher, sensing that Bulma was not going to be returning to reality anytime soon, moved on to another student and left Bulma to fume for the rest of the period. When the final bell rang Bulma had gotten herself so worked up that she was considering not meeting Vegeta for fear of biting his head off. She made it as far as the doors to the parking lot, but stopped short when she saw Yamcha and his idiot friends hanging around. Bulma was absolutely not in the mood to deal with their crap, so she turned around and headed to the baseball field.
::Where is that woman?:: Vegeta wondered again. It was already ten minutes after the bell and he was more than tired of waiting in the hot sun. ::Did she get a detention in an afternoon class? She better hurry up- the longer I stay in one place, the greater my chances of being discovered.:: Vegeta had gathered his stuff up and turned to leave when he heard someone yelling his name. He looked over his shoulder to see Bulma running across the field, face red and hair coming loose from her ponytail.
"Hey, wait up!" she shouted. He set his stuff back down and waited for her to reach him and catch her breath. Bulma's book bag slid off her shoulder as se bent double, hands on her knees and panting like a dog. Vegeta watched with an amused smirk on his face. "You know, woman, if you did something other than sit on that fat ass of yours you wouldn't be so out of shape." He could tell his comment, with its oh-so-casual tone, made her angry, but she was too winded to reply. Bulma held up a finger, indicating that she had a good retort when she could speak without gasping. "It's this.stupid screwy.weather," she got out between gulps of air. "And how.would you know what .my ass.looks like if you haven't been.staring at it?" "It's impossible not to notice it. The thing's the size of a dump truck." Bulma simply shook her head, knowing that he was just making excuses. "OK, what did you want to talk to me so desperately for?" Vegeta opened his mouth to reply, but Bulma cut him off. "If it's because you want help catching that bleached blonde bimbo in the hallway, forget it. All you'd have to do is look at her and she'd be jumping down your pants." Vegeta grimaced. "Geez, woman, don't make me puke. As if I would ever want a slut like her." "Good. Well then, why'd you change the subject when she walked by? She's not a relative, is she?" "Related to a fence post, maybe, but not to me. I wanted your advice on how to get rid of her, but I didn't want her to know that." "I'm not an assassin, Vegeta. Besides, I'd think threatening her would scare her off." "It might, but I don't want to take any chance that she'll get the wrong message and keep after me. So, I need a plan to make her stop liking me and preferably become obsessed with someone else. Do you think you can help, or is it too much for your small brain?" "If I concentrate hard enough I may be able to come up with a simple plan. I make no guarantees, though; my brain may short circuit from all the strain. Just what did you have in mind?" " I just want her to stop following me. I don't care what the method is, as long as it gets results." Bulma was silent for a while, thinking of a possible plan of attack, giving Vegeta a chance to consider how he was going to configure the final plan so as to spend as much time possible with her. "Woman, much as I hate to even bring up the possibility, would us acting as a couple be enough to driver her off?" "Hmmm, with any other girl it might work, but this -what did you say her name was?" "Veronica." "A good bitchy name. Anyway, Veronica sounds like a serious stalker to me. It might just make her more determined." Bulma laughed inwardly as Vegeta's disappointment showed for a split second. ::Nice try, Veg-head, but I'm not going to be caught so easily. Man, how am I even letting myself think things like that? This heat must really be melting my brain cells.:: "I thought not," Vegeta replied with a frown. "Well, I'll leave you to come up with something. Let me know when you do." Without even a good- bye he walked off to the parking lot, first making sure you-know-who wasn't around to follow. Bulma was still staring at the spot where he'd been standing. ::And he leaves just like that? Without giving me any definite idea of what Blondie's like or how to get rid of her? He's assuming a lot, just walking off like that. I could be spiteful and encourage her to get back at him. Maybe I'll threaten him with that, though I don't actually want to talk to her.:: Deep in her thoughts, Bulma didn't hear ChiChi and 18 until they were practically on top of her. "Bulma!! What are you doing hanging out underneath the bleachers?" ChiChi yelled as she waved wildly. 18 grinned evilly as she too called out a greeting. "We just saw Vegeta leaving the parking lot-did you two have a hot afternoon rendezvous?" "Eww, no. You're disgusting, 18!" "Just checking to see if you were still all there. He's a real jerk, maybe as bad as Yamcha. " ChiChi and 18 both knew that things had been bad between Bulma and her ex, but neither knew the whole story. The only people who did were Bulma and Yamcha, but Bulma was sure that Yamcha couldn't remember the half of what had ended their relationship. Therefore, Bulma defended Vegeta's reputation. "He's not that bad, especially compared to the ass Yamcha is. Not that I'd want to spend large amounts of time with either one. I'm not a fan of self-torture!" Bulma laughed in what she hoped was a convincing manner. ::I hope this gets rid of any ideas they have about Vegeta and me. Especially any of Chi's-she can be a relentless matchmaker. :: Bulma's response marked a change to other topics. The three parted ways after nearly an hour spent making plans to meet for a girls' night out on Friday. Bulma rushed home, hoping that both her parents were keeping themselves busy and their minds off their errant daughter.
She made it home to find that she had the house to herself. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs had gone out for a homecoming dinner (AN: remember, he was in America). They'd left the usual instructions: Bulma could order out, but no friends were allowed over and she couldn't go out. Bulma didn't mind too much; she had a couple projects to finish up and the quiet was nice after a day of loud teens. She finished her homework easily and had a dinner of grilled cheese, which was about the only edible food she could make. ::Hm, should I be lazy and watch something on TV, or be productive and work on something in the lab?:: Bulma debated with herself for quite some time, but decided to go to the lab. Her father had a new type of capsule he was working on and it was giving him some problems. Bulma turned up her music and worked happily for several hours. "AAHHH!!" Bulma screamed as she leaped out of her chair. She laughed weakly at herself when she looked down to find that the furry monster that'd attacked was only her father's cat. "Poor thing, I bet you haven't been fed since this afternoon. Well, seeing as how it's past 11, I think I'll quit for the night and have a snack. That sound good to you?" The little black cat meowed his agreement and led the way to the kitchen. ::Man, I have been working alone for a while. Look at me- I'm talking to a cat! Of course, he does have the entire household trained quite well. Maybe that's something to study.:: Bulma thought as she obediently opened a can of food, gagging at the smell. "Well, I'm glad you seem to like it. There's no way I'd ever eat that stuff. I'd much prefer a good ice cream sundae, which is exactly what I'm going to have." Bulma went back up to her living room, switching off her music in the lab and turning it on in her suite. She didn't want to watch any of the scheduled TV programming for Monday night and no good movies were showing so she turned on her computer. It automatically checked her e-mail and informed her that she had nine new messages waiting for her. Bulma sighed as she scanned the list. ::Why do I still get all this junk mail? Hey, there's a message from Dad- I must not have checked this in a while. Another forward from ChiChi, a note from 18 about my weekend, something from Vegeta-hold up a minute!! Vegeta sent me an e- mail!! How'd he get my address?:: Bulma was a little freaked out as she briefly contemplated whether Vegeta was a stalker himself. Finally, she recovered enough to open the message and read it. Woman I am sorry. There, are you happy I said it? Veronica is a very persistent bitch and I thought the only way to get rid of her was to get some help. Hints do not work, a flat out 'no' does not work and threats of bodily harm were met with enthusiasm. Getting her interested in someone else might work. What was the name of your baka ex again? -V
Bulma read through it twice, unable to absorb what Vegeta had said. ::He apologized?! Got out of his 'oh- I- am-mightier-and-better-than-you" mindset and said he was sorry for leaving so abruptly?! This is amazing!! I wish I had someone to tell- oh great, so now do I e-mail him back, or what? Well, I guess I will, since it's the least likely way to be discovered.::
Veg-head The bakayaro's name is Yamcha. Are you thinking what I'm thinking- that we set the two of them up? sounds like they'd be perfect for each other. I think I can blackmail the ass into taking her out-ooh! can sneak along and watch! How did you get my private e-mail address? Bulma(see, that's my name, not 'woman' or 'fat ass'. B-U- L-M-A)
OK guys, how did you like it? I now have a definite direction to take this fic in, but of course I wanna rush to the good part! I'll try and hold myself back so all you loyal readers get a good story. Thanks for reading, now it's review time!!