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 Summary: In this chapter Bulma and Vegeta do a little racing…

Emotions one must conceal

Chapter eight: Blue lightning and red fire

The early morning sun had just awakened Bulma. She stretched lightly and turned. She looked around the room and realized it wasn't hers. Bulma shot up and relaxed when she saw it was Mayumi's room. Last night had been one of those unforgettable nights for her. She actually had fun and hadn't any care. Though, she was mad at Makato because he wouldn't let her kick Miaka's ass.

Bulma quietly crept up and walked over to where her bag was to get changed. Today she just wanted to forget all her troubles and have a blast! Her head snapped in different directions trying to find the bathroom, but she gave up and decided to use the only bathroom she could find, the one down the hall. She gathered her clothes and snuck out of the room quietly.

"Whew," Bulma said and walked down the hall. She opened the door with a smile, but saw someone was occupying it also.

"Your finally up eh' Aoi?" said Vegeta as he put some tooth paste on his brush.

"Yeah, I would use another bathroom, but Mayumi has too many doors to look through, so I'll just use this one," she said and set her clothes down. She too also got a brush and put some toothpaste on it. Bulma started to brush her teeth 'perfectly' and in a circular motion.

Vegeta on the other hand could care less. He knew it would annoy her, so he acted a bit sloppy. He would just spit out big rounds of toothpaste while Bulma did little spits. Finally he cleaned his mouth out with water and smirked at Bulma and walked out.

'He did that on purpose,' she thought while cleaning up. She grabbed a towel from under the sink and took a quick shower. Her lavender locks were more smooth and the little turquoise streaks that were left blended well. She then decided to put her hair in braids for a couple of hours, so later it would look wavy.

Bulma got out of the bathroom and walked back to Mayumi's room to see her talking on the phone. She saw her smiling and smirked.

"Hi Makato!" Bulma yelled really loud.

Mayumi snapped her head in Bulma's direction while holding the phone. She covered it up and said, "How did you know it was him?"

"I have my ways," Bulma smirked.

"He says hi."

"Nice, you should probably get ready, because today were going to the racing tracks," Bulma said.

Mayumi looked confused, "Why?"

"Every Saturday, the whole gang goes to the racing track and we race our cars."

"Oh cool, can I race!?"

"Got the car?" Bulma asked.

"Yep."

"Then go ahead."

On the other line Makato seemed a little annoyed. "Hey! I don't like being on hold while you guys are have your own conversation." Mayumi smirked and put in on speakerphone.

"Quit your whining, I need to get ready, Ja ne."

"Sayonara."

Mayumi put down the phone and looked at Bulma. "So what should I wear for the racing tracks?"

"Racing clothes of course," Bulma smiled.

"Ahhh, so which one are you wearing?"

"My blue and silver one."

"Cute."

"Very."

"Want me to wait for you down stairs?"

"Sure, I wont take long to get ready," Mayumi said.

"Sure thing." Bulma walked out of the room carrying her bag and went down the stairs. She found Yumi and Vegeta at the table eating. She smiled and waved.

"Morning Ms. Ouji, Vegeta," she said while sitting next to Vegeta.

"Good Morning dear, did you sleep well?" Yumi asked.

"Just fine thank you."

"Would you like anything to eat? Pancakes, waffles, fruit, bacon, anything?"

"Oh, um I'll just take a pancake and a bowl of fruit if that isn't too much of a hassle," Bulma said politely.

Vegeta snorted, "If you ask me, your being anorexic."

Bulma narrowed her eyes, "One, I didn't ask for your opinion, and two, you don't know how much I eat. Ask Makato he'll tell you."

"I highly doubt it," Vegeta said while finishing his waffles and toast.

Bulma was trying to control her short temper, "You know what-" but Yumi interrupted.

"Enough kids, and is Makato Mayumi's boyfriend," she asked.

"No, were just friends!" Mayumi said while coming down the stairs.

"With benefits!" Bulma added.

Mayumi sent a glare at Bulma, but it soon turned into nothing but a smile. "Its not like that, we just met."

"Oh sure, and that's why I saw you and Makato kissing under the tree last week?" Vegeta smirked.

Bulma laughed and nodded, "You saw that too? Makato swore me not to tell when I couldn't stop laughing!"

Mayumi turned beat red as her mother fussed over her about boyfriends and babies. The doorbell soon rang, and Yumi went to answer. When she came back, 18, Goku, Krillin, Chichi, and Makato were standing there.

"Hey guys, we need to get to the racing track before it's packed!" Makato said.

"Don't push us Maka-Chan," Bulma teased.

Mayumi turned to Makato, "So that's your nickname?"

Makato shuddered in embarrassment, as Bulma and Mayumi laughed. "I use to call him that all the time 'cause I couldn't say his real name." Bulma explained.

"Interesting, well lets go get ready Bulma. Hey Chichi, 18 you coming?" Mayumi said and pulled Bulma out of her chair to change. Chichi and 18 shrugged and followed. The guys sighed and sat down.

@Mayumi's room@

Mayumi went through her closet and couldn't pick what she should wear. Bulma saw a red and black on that would be perfect. Bulma then threw on her blue and silver racing suit and did her hair in a ponytail and all four got out of the room.

"Are you ready to lose Makato?" Bulma asked.

"In your dreams blue," he replied.

"Your ass is mine!" she yelled.

"I wouldn't get to cocky little one!"

"Bring it on Makato!"

"Oh you're going down!"

While Makato and Bulma were having their little quarrel, Chichi explained how on every Saturday that Makato and Bulma race. Everyone at the track does money bets to see who wins.

"Sometimes money, sometimes dares," Chichi said.

"This should be interesting," Vegeta mumbled as everyone walked outside.

Outside were five different racing cars. "So I guess I should get my car out," Vegeta said.

He took out his case of dino caps and clicked on of them. Out of the puff of smoke was a black viper with red streaks of fire on the roof and front.

"Nice car Vegeta," Makato complemented. "Mines the mustang."

Vegeta saw a silver mustang with a spoiler in the back. It had two lines running down the car. "Nice."

Vegeta then saw Chichi and 18's cars. They were practically identical except the colors. Both were Acura Integras with spoilers in the back. 18 had an icy blue on that matched her eyes, and Chichi had a pure black one with pink writing that said, 'Down ass bitch.'

Goku's car was a orange eclipse with blue stripes of course, and Krillin's car was a black Honda, but when it drives in the night, it has green lighting for the road.

"What about the famous car you've been blabbering about onna?" Vegeta said.

Bulma smirked, "This isn't show and tell Vegeta, it's tell then show. I only bring it out on the race tracks."

"Ah, I see."

"Ok guys hurry up. Bulma get in my car so we can move it on out!" 18 yelled.

Bulma strapped her self in 18's car, and one by one all sped off towards the racing grounds. They had a little race on the highway since it was pretty clear and the coppers weren't out.

Finally they made it to the tracks, and it was pretty early so it wasn't that crowded. In an hour or so, it would be full as hell. They drove inside the tracks and into the middle of the track. It went a long way, about four miles down. Everyone got out waited for the owner to start the racing.

"After I beat Makato, I am racing Vegeta. We had a deal," Bulma said.

"What do you mean beat? You know you'll lose little one, admit it!" Makato said childishly.

Bulma growled and walked next to the girls. Soon more and more people came and they met up with the owner that they knew too well. The arena was pretty full by now, and the first race of the day was a four-car race. No one knew were Bulma went, but forgot it.

"All participants please head to the arena."

Soon they found out Yamcha, joined the race along with another girl. Everyone groaned, and Makato said farewell. "Time for me to kick ass."

He drove off, and pulled up next to an electric blue eclipse with silver lightning bolts on the side. The windows were tinted and shaded so no one could be seen. They counted off for the race, and the horn blew.

All motors fired up and sped off around the arena. Yamcha and Makato were neck to neck in the race, with the other girl and the eclipse right behind them. Yamcha thought he had won when he got in the lead, but Makato merely smirked as he pressed the button to his NOS tank. An adrenaline rush surged through the whole car as it sped up to Yamcha's speed.

The finish line was coming closer as the cars sped towards it. When Yamcha and Makato thought it would be a tie, they were wrong. The electric blue eclipse surprised them by zooming past them with such velocity and speed, that it made it across the finish line ten seconds before the others did.

Everyone cheered as the cars came to a sharp halt. They surrounded the eclipse and Makato's car since he came in second.

"So who's the wise guy that beat me?" Makato asked.

The door to the electric blue eclipse opened up, and out stepped a slender figure. Long lavender hair with waves, and a blue and silver jumpsuit to match her car, and guess whom it was?

"Surprise, surprise Makato. Once again, your little sister beat you," Bulma laughed.

Makato didn't say anything just looked at her, but Yamcha was another thing. "Wow babe, nice ride," he said and put his arm around her waist.

Bulma had enough. She turned around and growled at the one she despised. "Yamcha, I will not let you ruin my moment of gloating because I won my race, so get your dirty fucking hands off of me, 'cause I am already pissed as it is!" Bulma yelled.

Yamcha, being as dense as he is, still didn't let go. Bulma had enough of this shit and did what was best. She reeled her fist back and punched him square in the nose.

He fell to the ground clutching his face. "YOU BITCH! I HAVE A PHOTO SHOOT TOMORROW!" he yelled as blood oozed out of his fingers.

"Thought you would have learned, guess not," Bulma said smugly and drove her car near the gang.

"Alright B! Did you get a new car or something?" Krillin asked.

Bulma smirked, "Nah, I just popped in two NOS tanks, painted the lightning bolts since the color was fading, and fixed up the engine. This purrs like a kitten."

"Gotta hand it to you B." Makato said and high-fived Bulma.

"Thanks bro, now is that going to be cash or a dare?"

"Aw come on, I don't make you do anything when I win."

"Should have learned."

"Oh come on."

"Fine, since you're like my brother, I'll give ya a break."

Everyone laughed and congratulated Bulma on her win against Yamcha. They heard the man whore had a broken nose thanks to her. Now, was the race against Bulma and Vegeta?

The engines roared from each car. Vegeta's red and black viper was ready to rumble along with Bulma's blue and silver eclipse. The lights signaled off…yellow…yellow…green!

The tires screeched as they came to a start. Both glided down the road not to be seen by a normal human eye. All that could be seen was the glint of the colors and lights both cars produced.

Bulma and Vegeta went neck to neck in racing. Vegeta wanted to end it so used up his first NOS tank and zoomed past Bulma. She just smirked and played his card, pressing the button to her NOS tank. The rush surged through both cars and they could hear all the cheering.

Both were even once again thinking the other didn't know their next move. The finish line came closer into view, so both drivers pressed their NOS buttons at the same exact time! Only one could win, and the person who crossed the finish line was…

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Kat: This is where you come in guys. All you have to do is review and vote who should win the race. Bulma or Vegeta? Pick now for your favorite and the winner shall be the victor. Good luck to all.