Hey everyone! This chap is gonna be a little boring but I have to put it in for development! Just so you can see how Veggie and Bulma interact with each other! So bare with me! This chap is also a little to nice for my taste as well!
Now to my reviewers:
Thanks ever so much to The Great One, Jessica, BLAZ, Alex, and adbzfan2k03.
As to:
Kaiya: Okay, I will tell you a little secret! You need a female muse, that must be it! Here meet mine! JANNNNA!!!!!
Janna: Yes Kamalakali?
Me: Ahem, where is my next chapter? Bring it too me now!
Janna: Screw you! Write your own chapters.
Janna walks away and gives KamalaKali the finger. Kamalakali starts blushing
Well, she use to be a good muse! ::Mumbles:: damn muses! Can never get yourself a good one. Maybe if Janna and Fred screwed each other than they wouldn't be so cranky.
J~Kat: I read your new chap! And reviewed! It was great! But the funniest thing happened! You didn't sign in when you reviewed and I knew that I had read your fic so I searched for the name you gave in the review, J~Kat, and I couldn't find it and I was searching everywhere so I could read the new chap and I finally found it when I went over my review record. Well, it was funny for me…::crickets::
moonsaiyanprincess: I think Bulma and Vegeta get closer in this chapter. She hasn't told 18 and ChiChi yet though and I'm not sure if she will. Vegeta might find out though!
BakaMint; I can't tell you everything cause it will ruin the surprise but I think you will love it ( in the later chapters, not now!).
Ashley: My pleasure! Yeah, now you feel that special feeling! Lol.
pandora666: Oh no, it will defiantly not be smooth!
Lei-Chan: Thank you, thank you! The Vegeta drooling over Bulma was my favorite part too!
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Bulma sighed in ecstasy as she strolled along the stone pavement on her way to Vegeta's dorm. The sun was shining, the birds singing, and the echoes of laughter trailed behind her. She couldn't believe how she could have fallen in love with this place after only three months. The girls (ChiChi and 18) had even commented on how much her true personality was beginning to stand out. She never felt so free in her life.
Now it was Sunday and like every Sunday before she was headed to Vegeta's to tutor him in Advanced Chemistry. To tell the truth Bulma didn't think that he even needed to be tutored in Advanced Chemistry, or that he needed to be in the class, since she was the only person he knew in it. But he insisted he needed the class and needed tutoring, so every Sunday she went to visit him from 3pm to 8pm.
Bulma didn't mind though. Sure Vegeta was an ass sometimes but he could be funny as hell. Who else could snap out raw jokes about sex and just plain dirty things with the finesse Vegeta could? Bulma actually looked forward to her Sunday nights. They were the only time her and Vegeta could actually talk without his bitchy girlfriend Paris around.
Goddess of Vegeta-sei, did Bulma hate Paris. She didn't always though, in the beginning she tolerated Paris's 'holier than thou' attitude. That was until Paris insulted Bulma's blue hair. Let's just say that blood was shed, hair was pulled, and some teeth were knocked out, if you catch my drift. Luckily, Vegeta intervened and they weren't expelled. Bulma always wondered about that, why Vegeta saved her from being expelled and not just Paris.
After that she couldn't help but form a little crush for the Saiyan Prince. But she wasn't dumb, she knew it was futile to pursuit him, it would go no where. After all, he was the Prince of a mighty empire and she was just a mutt.
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Rain poured relentlessly against the glass panels of Vegeta's bedroom window. It was Monday and he had just returned from his last class, soaking wet from having to run across the campus. He plopped down on his bed and cursed at his stupidity. Now his sheets were soggy and it took forever to clean silk. Vegeta didn't sleep with a comforter since he got hot at night so luckily he didn't have to get one of those dried.
How can the weather change from being so sunny that is sickening to dreary and wet? Vegeta pondered, but to tell the truth he didn't really care. He didn't care about a lot now a days, except for getting high, getting fucked, and a small, petite, blue haired women named Bulma.
It was pathetic how much he enjoyed her company. He wasn't so lonely when he had her around. He didn't love her, oh no! He admired her, enjoyed her personality, lusted after her, but never loved her. It's not like he didn't believe in love, he just didn't remember what love was.
Even if he did , shudder, love her it wouldn't matter. She wasn't Saiyan. Now that he thought about it he didn't know what the fuck she was, but she wasn't Saiyan. No Saiyan had Blue hair that was as silky and soft as velvet water. Plus, Vegeta had Paris. She was a bitch but she was an elite Saiyan and his parents loved her. Paris was adored by his family. He took her to see them during Holiday break and she acted so fake that even he was convinced, for a short while, that she was a loving, charitable woman. Why wouldn't they love her?
Vegeta looked at the clock and with realized it was almost five. Time to head over to Jimmy's place and have some fun.
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Tuesday morning was hell for Vegeta and that was only the beginning. He was late to his first period class, forgot his books, and accidentally slipped in the hallway and hit his head contributing to the headache he already had.
Second period he had with Paris and he spent the entire hour listening to her babble on and on about how she was going to redecorate the palace after they mated. He could have fainted when she turned to him and with big black eyes asked him if he loved her. Fortunately the bell rung just in time and he darted out of the class room.
Third, fourth, fifth, and sixth were just as excruciating as he had to listen to Kakkorot talk about all his favorite foods for four hours! How can you talk about food for four hours?
Finally seventh period rolled around. Vegeta's favorite class, his only solace throughout the day, Advanced Chemistry with Bulma. She was, in effect, the only reason he took the class to begin with.
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Bulma smiled as she came inside the classroom. She always seemed to be happy these days, like nothing could bring her down. Still smiling she sat down next to Vegeta and slyly winking at him asked him how his day was.
He shrugged. "Okay, I guess."
" Want to know about mine?" Bulma sweetly asked.
"Not really." Vegeta replied, hiding a smirk. He was already looking forward to seeing he get mad at him.
Growling she narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine you ass! Forget I even asked!"
Vegeta was about to reply but the class professor began the lesson. He decided he would get back on her good side after class.
A half an hour later a still fuming Bulma was writing down equations when she felt something being slid into her hand. Surprised she looked down and noticed it was a note addressed to her. She should read it after class but curiously got the better of her and she gradually opened to scan the contents.
Dear Bulma,
I know that we don't really know each other but you seem like a really nice person and I would love to take you out on Friday. What do you think? I hope you agree. If you do would you please give me give me your number so we could make arrangements?
Yours always,
Yamcha
Bulma was shocked, her very first date! Well, her first one at this school! And with Yamcha no less. He was a noble son of some guy from her dads home planet. She stole a glance to her left to see Yamcha looking at her expectantly and blushing. That is so cute! He is blushing! Why not give him a chance? So Bulma hurriedly wrote down her number and slid it on his desk just before the bell rung.
Gathering her things she was about to leave the classroom when a hand grabbed her wrist and heaved her back. Startled, she swung around to come eye to eye with Vegeta.
"What was all that about Women?"
Forgetting that she was mad at him Bulma squealed, a habit she picked up from ChiChi. " I just got a date with Yamcha." Then she laughed joyously, skipping out of the class room, as it finally hit her. She has a date for Friday and for once in her life the man wasn't Sayian. How do other species interact on dates?
Vegeta stood in shock as Bulma's form retreated down the hallway. Her words kept repeating over and over in his head. I just got a date with Yamcha, I just got a date with Yamcha…
Before he could help it a rumbling sound admitted from his throat. He was growling. Then, out of impulse, his hand came down on the door frame he was leaning on and cracked it in two. Ignoring the professors protest he sauntered out of the class room then out of the school. He desperately needed to get high.
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PLEASE READ THIS!
Okay that was way to nice for my taste and am sorry if it was for you! I was literally cringing as I wrote it. It was just so along the lines of other fics! You know what I mean? But don't worry, that chapter was only to show how Bulma and Vegeta were beginning to feel for each other and how good thing were going for Bulma. (Key word were) The next chapters will be full of all that drama and naughty, dirty, angst, sad stuff. Yamcha will not play a critical role in the fic either. He will never actually have a talking scene with Bulma! So don't worry! This will not be a typical fic!
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