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Plotting Galore
Bulma sat in a daze through the rest of her classes, pondering what Vegeta wanted to meet her for. She considered and discarded that he thought she was a drug dealer, he wanted to beat her up, wanted to make out with her or was trying to set her up with that girl from the halway. ::Hmmm, so the only ideas left are that this is all a big joke, or he needs tutoring.:: Bulma favored the former, but figured she'd go anyway just to see what he was up to. Besides, there was always the possibility that he wanted to be nice and actually talk to her.
* * *
Across the hall in English 12, Vegeta was wondering the same thing. :: Why did I ask her to meet me in the first place?:: he asked himself over and over again. ::Really, wanting her to help get rid of the jocks is a stupid excuse. I need to think up a better one. Damn, I'd better think of something to say when she asks about That Girl in the hallway. She may have pretended like she didn't care, but knowing Bulma she's been interrogating the whole school to find out whatever she can. I can't have her knowing the truth- then she'd never help me out.:: Vegeta thought hard, but as the final bell rang he still had no ideas for any excuses or explanations. He didn't even bother going to his locker, but ran straight to the baseball field instead.
He'd hoped to get some extra time to think, but he had no such luck. Bulma was right on time, panting from running in the heat. She flopped down in the marginally cooler shade, only to leap back up as Vegeta emerged from the shadows.
"I thought you were in better shape, woman. I guess you're just as weak as the rest of the other onnas around here."
"Vegeta, I know you know that isn't true, but I don't have enough extra energy to fight you and prove it. It's too damn hot to be the first week of October."
"Indeed. I am glad I did not join a stupid sports team." Bulma nodded her agreement, still a little winded.
"But since you're mentioning other girls, who was that in the hall at lunch? Did you know her?" she asked. Vegeta was caught off guard by her sudden change in topic and almost told her the truth. He could see the wheels turning in Bulma's brain as he searched frantically for an idea.
::Hmm,:: Bulma thought. :: It doesn't seem like he knows quite what to say. In fact, it looks rather like he's trying to come up with something plausible. Whatever he says, I bet it's the furthest thing from the truth.::
"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Vegeta started hesitantly. "You see, she mistakenly thinks I am attracted to her. How she got that impression, I have no idea."
::Sure you don't, Vegeta. You probably only made out with her two or three times. Why would any girl think you like her after that?:: Bulma thought sarcastically. Of course she wouldn't tell Veg-head any of this. Seeing him trying to come up with a plan was much too entertaining.
" So you want me to help you get rid of her, is that it?" she asked. Vegeta looked relieved and Bulma wondered if he'd had a plan at all.
"Exactly. I've tried everything I can think of short of physically harming her. That girl is dumber than a box of rocks."
" Have you tried just telling her you don't like her?" Bulma though it would be best to start with the easy stuff.
"Well, no," admitted a sheepish Vegeta. "The girl has got this idea so far implanted in her head that I don't want to go near her. She might try capturing me to bring home as a prize."
"Vegeta, are you afraid of this girl? By the way, I am going to need to know this girl's name if you want me to help."
"I am afraid of no one, onna! And besides, I don't know her whole name." The last part came out in a mumble, so Bulma wasn't sure she heard him right.
"Wait a sec, you don't know her name?! How can you not know the girl's name if she's practically stalking you?"
"I just don't, okay? I thought you'd be able to help, woman, but if all you're going to do is make fun of me-"
"Vegeta. Settle down. I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I just don't see how it's possible that you don't know your stalker's name. That'll be number one on the list then."
"List?" asked a dubious Vegeta.
"Yes, list. I have to find out what makes this girl tick so I know how to get rid of her. I get to plat private detective!" Bulma was nearly jumping up and down in her enthusiasm, so Vegeta thought it best to control her now/
"Woman, you do realize that this is my life you're messing with, not some TV show, right?" Bulmer didn't respond, her brain too lost in her fantasy world of trench coats and rainy nights.
"Bulma!" Vegeta shouted into her face. It startled her so much that she threatened to topple over in her platforms. Instinctively, Vegeta reached out to catch her, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. His stinging remark was lost when he found himself face to face with her deep blue eyes. Bulma appeared to feel the same, the startled expression still on her face- eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Both fought against the urge to complete the embrace and jumped apart at the same time.
Bulma was the first to recover. "Ah, sorry Vegeta, I guess I got a little carried away with that. So, I'll, uh, find out her name and whatever else I can tonight. When.." Bulma trailed off, unsure how to ask when they could meet without it sounding like a date.
"You don't have to do it tonight onna. I've endured her this long, a few more days won't kill me."
"Okay.wait, I think I've got an idea. Do you have a partner for that government project?" Vegeta shook his head 'no.' "That's it then. We can be partners, which will make it easier for me to pass info to you. PLUS, maybe this Stalker Girl will find out and be so mad that she gets sloppy!" Bulma sounded extremely proud of herself.
"'Get sloppy?' Woman, you make it sound like she's going on a killing rampage. I had better lines on my worst movie!"
Bulma was too unbalanced by recent events to reply, so she ignored the comment altogether.
"Alright then. So, do you want to come over to my house after school tomorrow then? My dad had to stay an extra week in the US and I know my mom won't care. Just prepare yourself for lots of attention and annoying giggling. Trust me when I say I got my brains from my father and only my father." Vegeta agreed and Bulma said he could just ride home with her after school. They were both awkwardly getting ready to leave when Bulma remembered something important. "Oh, Vegeta! Do you know what grade this girl is in? I have to at least know that much to narrow down the search."
"I'm not sure woman. She's not a senior or a freshman, but that's all I know."
"VEGETA!! I need to have something solid here!" Bulma was turning pink with severe annoyance heading for full-blown anger. Vegeta, however, was too busy noticing that pink looked good on the onna. Bulma finally got fed up with his behavior, threw her arms up in the air and turned to stomp off. This shook Vegeta from his musings and he ran to catch up with her.
"Okay, okay. Her first name's Jennifer. That's all I know." His face returned to its normal scowl. Bulma, on the other hand, turned back around with a smile on her face.
"Finally, Vegeta, you've done something useful! Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then!" she called as she ran off to her car, leaving a bewildered Vegeta standing at the edge of the parking lot.
"No problem, Bulma," he replied underneath his breath.
Yay!!!! A brand spanking new chapter for you all to read and love!! I already have the first part of the next one written, so hopefully I will have it up soon. R and R please!!
Plotting Galore
Bulma sat in a daze through the rest of her classes, pondering what Vegeta wanted to meet her for. She considered and discarded that he thought she was a drug dealer, he wanted to beat her up, wanted to make out with her or was trying to set her up with that girl from the halway. ::Hmmm, so the only ideas left are that this is all a big joke, or he needs tutoring.:: Bulma favored the former, but figured she'd go anyway just to see what he was up to. Besides, there was always the possibility that he wanted to be nice and actually talk to her.
* * *
Across the hall in English 12, Vegeta was wondering the same thing. :: Why did I ask her to meet me in the first place?:: he asked himself over and over again. ::Really, wanting her to help get rid of the jocks is a stupid excuse. I need to think up a better one. Damn, I'd better think of something to say when she asks about That Girl in the hallway. She may have pretended like she didn't care, but knowing Bulma she's been interrogating the whole school to find out whatever she can. I can't have her knowing the truth- then she'd never help me out.:: Vegeta thought hard, but as the final bell rang he still had no ideas for any excuses or explanations. He didn't even bother going to his locker, but ran straight to the baseball field instead.
He'd hoped to get some extra time to think, but he had no such luck. Bulma was right on time, panting from running in the heat. She flopped down in the marginally cooler shade, only to leap back up as Vegeta emerged from the shadows.
"I thought you were in better shape, woman. I guess you're just as weak as the rest of the other onnas around here."
"Vegeta, I know you know that isn't true, but I don't have enough extra energy to fight you and prove it. It's too damn hot to be the first week of October."
"Indeed. I am glad I did not join a stupid sports team." Bulma nodded her agreement, still a little winded.
"But since you're mentioning other girls, who was that in the hall at lunch? Did you know her?" she asked. Vegeta was caught off guard by her sudden change in topic and almost told her the truth. He could see the wheels turning in Bulma's brain as he searched frantically for an idea.
::Hmm,:: Bulma thought. :: It doesn't seem like he knows quite what to say. In fact, it looks rather like he's trying to come up with something plausible. Whatever he says, I bet it's the furthest thing from the truth.::
"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Vegeta started hesitantly. "You see, she mistakenly thinks I am attracted to her. How she got that impression, I have no idea."
::Sure you don't, Vegeta. You probably only made out with her two or three times. Why would any girl think you like her after that?:: Bulma thought sarcastically. Of course she wouldn't tell Veg-head any of this. Seeing him trying to come up with a plan was much too entertaining.
" So you want me to help you get rid of her, is that it?" she asked. Vegeta looked relieved and Bulma wondered if he'd had a plan at all.
"Exactly. I've tried everything I can think of short of physically harming her. That girl is dumber than a box of rocks."
" Have you tried just telling her you don't like her?" Bulma though it would be best to start with the easy stuff.
"Well, no," admitted a sheepish Vegeta. "The girl has got this idea so far implanted in her head that I don't want to go near her. She might try capturing me to bring home as a prize."
"Vegeta, are you afraid of this girl? By the way, I am going to need to know this girl's name if you want me to help."
"I am afraid of no one, onna! And besides, I don't know her whole name." The last part came out in a mumble, so Bulma wasn't sure she heard him right.
"Wait a sec, you don't know her name?! How can you not know the girl's name if she's practically stalking you?"
"I just don't, okay? I thought you'd be able to help, woman, but if all you're going to do is make fun of me-"
"Vegeta. Settle down. I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I just don't see how it's possible that you don't know your stalker's name. That'll be number one on the list then."
"List?" asked a dubious Vegeta.
"Yes, list. I have to find out what makes this girl tick so I know how to get rid of her. I get to plat private detective!" Bulma was nearly jumping up and down in her enthusiasm, so Vegeta thought it best to control her now/
"Woman, you do realize that this is my life you're messing with, not some TV show, right?" Bulmer didn't respond, her brain too lost in her fantasy world of trench coats and rainy nights.
"Bulma!" Vegeta shouted into her face. It startled her so much that she threatened to topple over in her platforms. Instinctively, Vegeta reached out to catch her, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. His stinging remark was lost when he found himself face to face with her deep blue eyes. Bulma appeared to feel the same, the startled expression still on her face- eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Both fought against the urge to complete the embrace and jumped apart at the same time.
Bulma was the first to recover. "Ah, sorry Vegeta, I guess I got a little carried away with that. So, I'll, uh, find out her name and whatever else I can tonight. When.." Bulma trailed off, unsure how to ask when they could meet without it sounding like a date.
"You don't have to do it tonight onna. I've endured her this long, a few more days won't kill me."
"Okay.wait, I think I've got an idea. Do you have a partner for that government project?" Vegeta shook his head 'no.' "That's it then. We can be partners, which will make it easier for me to pass info to you. PLUS, maybe this Stalker Girl will find out and be so mad that she gets sloppy!" Bulma sounded extremely proud of herself.
"'Get sloppy?' Woman, you make it sound like she's going on a killing rampage. I had better lines on my worst movie!"
Bulma was too unbalanced by recent events to reply, so she ignored the comment altogether.
"Alright then. So, do you want to come over to my house after school tomorrow then? My dad had to stay an extra week in the US and I know my mom won't care. Just prepare yourself for lots of attention and annoying giggling. Trust me when I say I got my brains from my father and only my father." Vegeta agreed and Bulma said he could just ride home with her after school. They were both awkwardly getting ready to leave when Bulma remembered something important. "Oh, Vegeta! Do you know what grade this girl is in? I have to at least know that much to narrow down the search."
"I'm not sure woman. She's not a senior or a freshman, but that's all I know."
"VEGETA!! I need to have something solid here!" Bulma was turning pink with severe annoyance heading for full-blown anger. Vegeta, however, was too busy noticing that pink looked good on the onna. Bulma finally got fed up with his behavior, threw her arms up in the air and turned to stomp off. This shook Vegeta from his musings and he ran to catch up with her.
"Okay, okay. Her first name's Jennifer. That's all I know." His face returned to its normal scowl. Bulma, on the other hand, turned back around with a smile on her face.
"Finally, Vegeta, you've done something useful! Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then!" she called as she ran off to her car, leaving a bewildered Vegeta standing at the edge of the parking lot.
"No problem, Bulma," he replied underneath his breath.
Yay!!!! A brand spanking new chapter for you all to read and love!! I already have the first part of the next one written, so hopefully I will have it up soon. R and R please!!