Through Hallways
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Five: Stuck With You
--At the hall outside the office...--
"So, I'll see you guys at lunch, I guess." Eighteen said as Krillin led her down a hall to the left. Goku and Chi-Chi paired off, going down the same hall as classes 1-C and 1-B right beside each other and all. It was almost unnecessary for two boys to do the job. But Tanaka-sensei insisted he punish the three, and there being three girls, it seemed to fit. Bulma stood a few steps away from Vegeta, who didn't seem to intend on beginning to walk anywhere any time soon.
"Hey, are we going to go?" Bulma asked.
"Whatever." Vegeta rolled his eyes, and Bulma followed him down a hall to the right and up a set of stairs. Bulma stuffed her hands in her pockets, and decided she'd better start off on a good foot with this guy. She'd be spending a lot of time with him, walking to and from school, sitting with him at lunch, being in all of his classes, doing their homework together, and him carrying her books. She hoped they'd be friends. He was really cute, she thought.
"So, your name is Vegeta?" She asked, striking up a conversation.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He snapped back. "It's not like that makes me your friend or anything."
"Do you have something against me?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta gave her a cold stare. At the assembly, although he admitted she wasn't the prettiest of the three, she was the one who was making his heart skip a beat every time he turned in his seat and looked at her. It was her eyes... sapphire sparkling gems, full of curiosity and a daring sense of adventure. It made him feel...he didn't know. He was not going to get on personal terms with her, though. He'd keep it formal, and would ignore anything she said not directly related to school. "No," he mumbled. After he'd had his first few glimpses of her, he'd thought 'wow.' But then she was pointing at Krillin, and getting her friend to do her a favor and blow a kiss to Krillin for her. She didn't like him. She probably hadn't even known he was alive until he walked into the office and was assigned to spend most of the school year with her. He was holding against her what he thought was true. She liked Krillin, and possibly Goku. So he'd just lied to her when he said 'no.'
"If you don't have a problem with me, then why are you so mad? Loosen up, huh?" Her voice. It was...cute. Lower than the dark-haired girl's, but in a good way. It was...like an angel's voice, he thought. So fun-loving and carefree, thinking life couldn't be better. Not a problem in life. So...innocent.
"Here's our classroom." Vegeta said, stopping at a door marked 1-E. He opened the door, and Bulma thought he meant to hold it open for her. She walked ahead, but he was also walking. "Hey, what's your problem?" She asked as they got crammed in the doorway. "MY problem?! I open the door, and you go ahead like you can't wait!" Vegeta elbowed her, trying to get into the room. They were stuck, both side to side in the doorway. Itose-sensei stopped the lesson. "Vegeta, ladies first." He said sternly, using the first thing he thought of as a quick method to solve the problem.
"That may be your motto, but I don't believe in ladies first." Vegeta shoved past Bulma, knocking her back into the hall, and walked to the back of the class, sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. "Hmph!" Bulma put her nose in the air when she sat in her seat across the room from him. At least she didn't have to--
The phone rang, and Itose-sensei picked it up. "Moshi-Moshi, Class 1- E, Itose-sensei speaking." He said. He listened as a low voice, Tanaka-sensei, gave him instructions. "Uh...yes, sir..." he hung up the phone with a confused look on his face. "Er...Bulma, please take your seat in the back of the class, in the empty desk next to Vegeta." He said.
"What the hell for?!" Bulma slammed her pen down on the desk. He might have been cute, but he was not a nice person to be near. At least not to her.
"Sorry, it's what Tanaka-sensei just called about. I have no explanation for this." Itose-sensei answered.
"Fine!" Bulma gave the teacher a venomous look before gathering her books and stomping to the back of the class, throwing her books on the top of the desk, and crossing her arms as she sat in her seat. It was like a female mirror of Vegeta. They both gave the same dark look to anyone that turned their heads to them, and they looked almost identical. Strange.
--After Class, in the Hall...--
"Here," Bulma said, walking up to Vegeta and dumping her books on top of his, which made the stack of texts and binders pile up to his nose. "What the hell is this?!" He dropped the entire pile, including his own books.
"Tanaka-sensei said you were going to carry my books. Anyways, I'm a lady, You should be doing this anyways." Bulma said as she piled the books up again, and set them in Vegeta's arms. "No where's our next class?"
"By the looks of it, you're not much of a lady." Vegeta ignored the subject of second period classes and looked up and down at her. She wore no make-up, unlike Chi-Chi and Eighteen, and wore baggy jeans with a loose T-shirt. She was a tomboy, then.
"I am a lady!" Bulma crossed her arms.
"Whatever you say, cross-dresser. Anyways, off to Science!" Vegeta laughed to himself, and lad an angry Bulma down the hall, towards the Science Labs.
--In the Science Lab...--
"Okay, now that we've gone over the rules, I'll pair you off into groups of two. You'll be in these groups for the whole year, so get along." Chikara-sensei, who was the headmistress(she and the headmaster 'co-headed' the school as a team), smiled and opened a book to a class list. She called out names, and the groups formed until only a few were left. "...group eleven in Bulma and Vegeta...group twelve is..."
"No fair! I hate this! Everywhere I go now, it's you, you, you! This is getting annoying!" Vegeta said as Bulma ruefully took her place by him. "Tanaka-sensei probably called to make sure we were together for everything. I swear, he LIVES to torture us!" Bulma said. She had only known this teacher for a week, and already saw how much he loved to make the students agitated, distressed, or angry.
"Well damn him. Now, what are we going to do for this science project? We have to come up with something to do with our year opening topic, which is Biology. So...?" Vegeta slammed the lab bench when cursing the headmaster, then softened his expression when changing the topic to their assignment.
"Uh...well, why don't you come over to my house after school, and we can think of something there? I mean, we have to do our homework together anyways, and since you're walking me home..." Bulma suggested, trailing off.
"What? Vegeta, are you and Bulma going out?" Choutzu asked, tapping the flame-haired boy on the shoulder.
"No!" Bulma and Vegeta yelled together.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, huh? Gee, no need to throw your pens at me..." Choutzu ducked under the bench to shelter himself. His lab partner laughed and pointed. "Serves you right for being so nosy, Choutzu!" He said.
"Hmph." Vegeta turned around in his seat after retrieving his pen, and began to sketch on a piece of paper.
"So?" Bulma asked.
"So what?!" Vegeta looked back at her.
"Are you going to come to my house to do homework and figure out the project, or are we going to do this over the phone, or at your house?" Bulma groaned. Did his mind wander so far it forgot the subject of a ten-second-ago suggestion?! She hoped he was a little smarter than this...
"I guess I can come to your house. Mine's not really a place anyone'd want to be...and I can't use the phone for long periods of time. We're not very wealthy." Vegeta said.
"Okay, then, you'll come over after school then! You want to stay for dinner?"
"Uh...sure..." Vegeta accepted slowly. This girl, who he'd over the past week accumulated a small infatuation for, was asking him to come over for dinner and do homework with her, and walk her home while carrying her books! It was like they were in a couple in denial or something! If Vegeta turned on the more paranoid-of-conspiracy side of his mind, he'd say Tanaka-sensei was trying to set himself and this girl up!
"Great, it's settled, then!" Bulma clapped.
"So about the project...?" Vegeta wanted to avoid any topics that would eventually make him say something he'd turn red letting her know about. They opened their science textbooks, and peered at the page before them.
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Okay....long enough chapter? A nice, boring one, if you asked me. Did YOU think it was boring?!
I hope not...I want to get to the good stuff, but I am not going to make another fiction where six chapters in, Bulma and Vegeta are already together. There should be some building of relationship first, and such. Like this one story I read. There's about twelve chapters now, and Bulma and Vegeta STILL hate each other's guts! I love that fiction, too! So you see, if I make it BUILD UP, you'll all be like 'hazaa I love it forever!' and I will have many reviews to boast about to my self-absorbed friend who thinks I will never amount to anything but someone who's future job includes the phrase 'do you want fries with that?' instead of my own dream, where I would be saying 'hi, welcome to capsule corporation, what would you like to purchase?!'....
Haha...Actually, I'd be more prone to RUIN capsule corp. for my own PERSONAL reasons...
[cough] Put Bulma out of house and home! [cough] I despise that woman! [cough]
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Five: Stuck With You
--At the hall outside the office...--
"So, I'll see you guys at lunch, I guess." Eighteen said as Krillin led her down a hall to the left. Goku and Chi-Chi paired off, going down the same hall as classes 1-C and 1-B right beside each other and all. It was almost unnecessary for two boys to do the job. But Tanaka-sensei insisted he punish the three, and there being three girls, it seemed to fit. Bulma stood a few steps away from Vegeta, who didn't seem to intend on beginning to walk anywhere any time soon.
"Hey, are we going to go?" Bulma asked.
"Whatever." Vegeta rolled his eyes, and Bulma followed him down a hall to the right and up a set of stairs. Bulma stuffed her hands in her pockets, and decided she'd better start off on a good foot with this guy. She'd be spending a lot of time with him, walking to and from school, sitting with him at lunch, being in all of his classes, doing their homework together, and him carrying her books. She hoped they'd be friends. He was really cute, she thought.
"So, your name is Vegeta?" She asked, striking up a conversation.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He snapped back. "It's not like that makes me your friend or anything."
"Do you have something against me?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta gave her a cold stare. At the assembly, although he admitted she wasn't the prettiest of the three, she was the one who was making his heart skip a beat every time he turned in his seat and looked at her. It was her eyes... sapphire sparkling gems, full of curiosity and a daring sense of adventure. It made him feel...he didn't know. He was not going to get on personal terms with her, though. He'd keep it formal, and would ignore anything she said not directly related to school. "No," he mumbled. After he'd had his first few glimpses of her, he'd thought 'wow.' But then she was pointing at Krillin, and getting her friend to do her a favor and blow a kiss to Krillin for her. She didn't like him. She probably hadn't even known he was alive until he walked into the office and was assigned to spend most of the school year with her. He was holding against her what he thought was true. She liked Krillin, and possibly Goku. So he'd just lied to her when he said 'no.'
"If you don't have a problem with me, then why are you so mad? Loosen up, huh?" Her voice. It was...cute. Lower than the dark-haired girl's, but in a good way. It was...like an angel's voice, he thought. So fun-loving and carefree, thinking life couldn't be better. Not a problem in life. So...innocent.
"Here's our classroom." Vegeta said, stopping at a door marked 1-E. He opened the door, and Bulma thought he meant to hold it open for her. She walked ahead, but he was also walking. "Hey, what's your problem?" She asked as they got crammed in the doorway. "MY problem?! I open the door, and you go ahead like you can't wait!" Vegeta elbowed her, trying to get into the room. They were stuck, both side to side in the doorway. Itose-sensei stopped the lesson. "Vegeta, ladies first." He said sternly, using the first thing he thought of as a quick method to solve the problem.
"That may be your motto, but I don't believe in ladies first." Vegeta shoved past Bulma, knocking her back into the hall, and walked to the back of the class, sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. "Hmph!" Bulma put her nose in the air when she sat in her seat across the room from him. At least she didn't have to--
The phone rang, and Itose-sensei picked it up. "Moshi-Moshi, Class 1- E, Itose-sensei speaking." He said. He listened as a low voice, Tanaka-sensei, gave him instructions. "Uh...yes, sir..." he hung up the phone with a confused look on his face. "Er...Bulma, please take your seat in the back of the class, in the empty desk next to Vegeta." He said.
"What the hell for?!" Bulma slammed her pen down on the desk. He might have been cute, but he was not a nice person to be near. At least not to her.
"Sorry, it's what Tanaka-sensei just called about. I have no explanation for this." Itose-sensei answered.
"Fine!" Bulma gave the teacher a venomous look before gathering her books and stomping to the back of the class, throwing her books on the top of the desk, and crossing her arms as she sat in her seat. It was like a female mirror of Vegeta. They both gave the same dark look to anyone that turned their heads to them, and they looked almost identical. Strange.
--After Class, in the Hall...--
"Here," Bulma said, walking up to Vegeta and dumping her books on top of his, which made the stack of texts and binders pile up to his nose. "What the hell is this?!" He dropped the entire pile, including his own books.
"Tanaka-sensei said you were going to carry my books. Anyways, I'm a lady, You should be doing this anyways." Bulma said as she piled the books up again, and set them in Vegeta's arms. "No where's our next class?"
"By the looks of it, you're not much of a lady." Vegeta ignored the subject of second period classes and looked up and down at her. She wore no make-up, unlike Chi-Chi and Eighteen, and wore baggy jeans with a loose T-shirt. She was a tomboy, then.
"I am a lady!" Bulma crossed her arms.
"Whatever you say, cross-dresser. Anyways, off to Science!" Vegeta laughed to himself, and lad an angry Bulma down the hall, towards the Science Labs.
--In the Science Lab...--
"Okay, now that we've gone over the rules, I'll pair you off into groups of two. You'll be in these groups for the whole year, so get along." Chikara-sensei, who was the headmistress(she and the headmaster 'co-headed' the school as a team), smiled and opened a book to a class list. She called out names, and the groups formed until only a few were left. "...group eleven in Bulma and Vegeta...group twelve is..."
"No fair! I hate this! Everywhere I go now, it's you, you, you! This is getting annoying!" Vegeta said as Bulma ruefully took her place by him. "Tanaka-sensei probably called to make sure we were together for everything. I swear, he LIVES to torture us!" Bulma said. She had only known this teacher for a week, and already saw how much he loved to make the students agitated, distressed, or angry.
"Well damn him. Now, what are we going to do for this science project? We have to come up with something to do with our year opening topic, which is Biology. So...?" Vegeta slammed the lab bench when cursing the headmaster, then softened his expression when changing the topic to their assignment.
"Uh...well, why don't you come over to my house after school, and we can think of something there? I mean, we have to do our homework together anyways, and since you're walking me home..." Bulma suggested, trailing off.
"What? Vegeta, are you and Bulma going out?" Choutzu asked, tapping the flame-haired boy on the shoulder.
"No!" Bulma and Vegeta yelled together.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, huh? Gee, no need to throw your pens at me..." Choutzu ducked under the bench to shelter himself. His lab partner laughed and pointed. "Serves you right for being so nosy, Choutzu!" He said.
"Hmph." Vegeta turned around in his seat after retrieving his pen, and began to sketch on a piece of paper.
"So?" Bulma asked.
"So what?!" Vegeta looked back at her.
"Are you going to come to my house to do homework and figure out the project, or are we going to do this over the phone, or at your house?" Bulma groaned. Did his mind wander so far it forgot the subject of a ten-second-ago suggestion?! She hoped he was a little smarter than this...
"I guess I can come to your house. Mine's not really a place anyone'd want to be...and I can't use the phone for long periods of time. We're not very wealthy." Vegeta said.
"Okay, then, you'll come over after school then! You want to stay for dinner?"
"Uh...sure..." Vegeta accepted slowly. This girl, who he'd over the past week accumulated a small infatuation for, was asking him to come over for dinner and do homework with her, and walk her home while carrying her books! It was like they were in a couple in denial or something! If Vegeta turned on the more paranoid-of-conspiracy side of his mind, he'd say Tanaka-sensei was trying to set himself and this girl up!
"Great, it's settled, then!" Bulma clapped.
"So about the project...?" Vegeta wanted to avoid any topics that would eventually make him say something he'd turn red letting her know about. They opened their science textbooks, and peered at the page before them.
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Okay....long enough chapter? A nice, boring one, if you asked me. Did YOU think it was boring?!
I hope not...I want to get to the good stuff, but I am not going to make another fiction where six chapters in, Bulma and Vegeta are already together. There should be some building of relationship first, and such. Like this one story I read. There's about twelve chapters now, and Bulma and Vegeta STILL hate each other's guts! I love that fiction, too! So you see, if I make it BUILD UP, you'll all be like 'hazaa I love it forever!' and I will have many reviews to boast about to my self-absorbed friend who thinks I will never amount to anything but someone who's future job includes the phrase 'do you want fries with that?' instead of my own dream, where I would be saying 'hi, welcome to capsule corporation, what would you like to purchase?!'....
Haha...Actually, I'd be more prone to RUIN capsule corp. for my own PERSONAL reasons...
[cough] Put Bulma out of house and home! [cough] I despise that woman! [cough]
Kai