Bulma walked to her car after school only to see Vegeta leaning against it.
He hadn't spotted her yet and as people walked past him to get to their
cars they giggled thinking of Vegeta waiting at Bulma's car.
They all knew who they were, Bulma's the most popular student by name because her father owns Capsule Corp. and Vegeta's captain of the football team.
Bulma noticed how hot he looked in his dark blue shirt and black baggy pants. 'Damn he's hot. Oh my god! What the hell am I thinking?' Bulma thought to herself and dismissed her thoughts.
"It's about time you got here. I'll go get my ride." Vegeta said, leaving Bulma.
When Vegeta finally drove to Bulma's car they both drove to Bulma's house. Bulma noticed her father's vehicle was parked in the driveway.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked.
"He's home. I don't know if I can do this." Bulma said breathing faster.
"You can. Come on. You're not alone. I'll be with you." Vegeta said taking her hand.
Bulma accepted his hand and nodded. They opened the door and walked in to see Bulma's father standing with a beer drinking it. He turned to see who walked in.
"Who the hell is that?!" Bulma's father Tom shouted pointing to Vegeta.
"A friend from school." Bulma answered quietly. Vegeta watched Bulma's expression and looked back up to her father.
"She's leaving." Vegeta said.
"What the hell do you mean?!" Tom asked.
"She's moving out." Vegeta answered simply.
"No she's not!" Tom ordered.
"Yes, she is!" Vegeta said loudly, stepping forward.
"Oh really, and why's that, boy?" Tom asked.
"You'll kill her. You'll beat her and beat her, and beat her until one day you 'accidentally' kill her." Vegeta responded strongly.
Bulma stood behind Vegeta silently. "Just like mom." Bulma said quietly.
Tom shook his head; his fists clenched, and walked out.
"Did that just happen?" Bulma asked, still in shock.
"Yeah, and I expected a fight! Oh well, come on, let's get some of your stuff." Vegeta said, as he followed Bulma up to her room.
"Vegeta, do you live alone?" Bulma asked.
"Yeah, but only because I made a deal with my father to pay for my place, bills, and groceries. He owns his own big business so he's rich. I could support, like, 20 people with the amount of money he gives me." Vegeta explained.
"So you don't need a job?" Bulma asked.
"Nope, and neither do you." Vegeta said.
Bulma packed all that she could fit within her car with capsules. Vegeta insisted on buying her new furniture so she didn't even hav to bother with furniture.
Bulma wondered where her "father" was and figured that what Vegeta said to him might have set him off.
When they finally arrived Bulma parked in the driveway, next to Vegeta's car. Vegeta got out of his car as Bulma just started at the huge elegant house.
"Impressed?" Vegeta asked smirking.
"Speechless." Bulma replied.
"Of course you are, I'm the one who picked out everything for the house. I had it custom made." Vegeta bragged egotistically. Bulma just smiled at him. "Come on, I'll show you where your room is." Vegeta said opening the car door for her. Bulma followed him through the house. Most of the furniture was either dark blue or black and everything he owned reflected him and his personality.
"Here's your room. I had it decorated, but you can change it or whatever." Vegeta said as he opened some double doors to reveal her room. She looked on in awe. She couldn't believe that this was Vegeta's house. The walls were covered in dark blue that matched the silk sheets.
The silk pillow covers were blue and some were black. Her carpet was white; the bed was made out of thick mahogany wood, and matched the dresser. "I like it, I don't want to change a thing." Bulma commented as she sat on the comfy bed.
Vegeta smirked, "I was hoping you'd say that. This was always my favorite room, next to mine of course."
"Thanks Vegeta. Thanks for everything." Bulma said and Vegeta nodded
"We need to unload you stuff.
They all knew who they were, Bulma's the most popular student by name because her father owns Capsule Corp. and Vegeta's captain of the football team.
Bulma noticed how hot he looked in his dark blue shirt and black baggy pants. 'Damn he's hot. Oh my god! What the hell am I thinking?' Bulma thought to herself and dismissed her thoughts.
"It's about time you got here. I'll go get my ride." Vegeta said, leaving Bulma.
When Vegeta finally drove to Bulma's car they both drove to Bulma's house. Bulma noticed her father's vehicle was parked in the driveway.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked.
"He's home. I don't know if I can do this." Bulma said breathing faster.
"You can. Come on. You're not alone. I'll be with you." Vegeta said taking her hand.
Bulma accepted his hand and nodded. They opened the door and walked in to see Bulma's father standing with a beer drinking it. He turned to see who walked in.
"Who the hell is that?!" Bulma's father Tom shouted pointing to Vegeta.
"A friend from school." Bulma answered quietly. Vegeta watched Bulma's expression and looked back up to her father.
"She's leaving." Vegeta said.
"What the hell do you mean?!" Tom asked.
"She's moving out." Vegeta answered simply.
"No she's not!" Tom ordered.
"Yes, she is!" Vegeta said loudly, stepping forward.
"Oh really, and why's that, boy?" Tom asked.
"You'll kill her. You'll beat her and beat her, and beat her until one day you 'accidentally' kill her." Vegeta responded strongly.
Bulma stood behind Vegeta silently. "Just like mom." Bulma said quietly.
Tom shook his head; his fists clenched, and walked out.
"Did that just happen?" Bulma asked, still in shock.
"Yeah, and I expected a fight! Oh well, come on, let's get some of your stuff." Vegeta said, as he followed Bulma up to her room.
"Vegeta, do you live alone?" Bulma asked.
"Yeah, but only because I made a deal with my father to pay for my place, bills, and groceries. He owns his own big business so he's rich. I could support, like, 20 people with the amount of money he gives me." Vegeta explained.
"So you don't need a job?" Bulma asked.
"Nope, and neither do you." Vegeta said.
Bulma packed all that she could fit within her car with capsules. Vegeta insisted on buying her new furniture so she didn't even hav to bother with furniture.
Bulma wondered where her "father" was and figured that what Vegeta said to him might have set him off.
When they finally arrived Bulma parked in the driveway, next to Vegeta's car. Vegeta got out of his car as Bulma just started at the huge elegant house.
"Impressed?" Vegeta asked smirking.
"Speechless." Bulma replied.
"Of course you are, I'm the one who picked out everything for the house. I had it custom made." Vegeta bragged egotistically. Bulma just smiled at him. "Come on, I'll show you where your room is." Vegeta said opening the car door for her. Bulma followed him through the house. Most of the furniture was either dark blue or black and everything he owned reflected him and his personality.
"Here's your room. I had it decorated, but you can change it or whatever." Vegeta said as he opened some double doors to reveal her room. She looked on in awe. She couldn't believe that this was Vegeta's house. The walls were covered in dark blue that matched the silk sheets.
The silk pillow covers were blue and some were black. Her carpet was white; the bed was made out of thick mahogany wood, and matched the dresser. "I like it, I don't want to change a thing." Bulma commented as she sat on the comfy bed.
Vegeta smirked, "I was hoping you'd say that. This was always my favorite room, next to mine of course."
"Thanks Vegeta. Thanks for everything." Bulma said and Vegeta nodded
"We need to unload you stuff.