Through Hallways
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Six: After School
--After School, At Bulma's Locker...--
"Are you ready to go yet? Kami, you're so slow." Vegeta leaned on the locker next to Bulma's, his own backpack slung over one shoulder, and his locker closed up until tomorrow morning, when they would return for another day of school. "Almost," Bulma s d as she shoved a text into her bag.
"Well hurry up, I don't want to be here all night." Vegeta groaned. Actually, that wouldn't be too bad for him. He'd rather be here all night than at his house, because of his father's terrible moods, and his mother was still in the hospital from a car ccident two months ago. His house was like Hell, and he had no siblings to share the hurt with.
"Okay, let's go." Bulma slammed her locker shut, and twisted the knob to zero, so nobody would know the last number of her combination. She put the straps of her bag over her shoulder, and picked up the binder of hers that sat on the floor. Vegeta took t from her.
"Hey," she grabbed at the book.
"I have to carry your books, remember?" Vegeta reminded her.
"Oh, yeah..." Bulma nodded. The hall was almost empty when Vegeta began to lead the girl to the front, and they walked into the warm September sunshine a minute later, after they left the second set of exit doors. "Uh...which way is your house?" Vegeta sked. He had to walk her home, but he had no idea where that was.
"This way," Bulma said, turning a left. Vegeta walked beside her instead of in front, because now he had no idea where he was going, and Bulma stuffed her hands in her pockets. "So, which way do you live?" She asked, yawning.
"Same way." Vegeta mumbled, shifting her book in his arms. He saw little glittery marks on it, and squinted at them to get a better look. They were little drawings of flowers in blue and pink gel pens, and names all over the cover as well. Not very man of them, but enough. Among them were Eighteen and Chi-Chi's names, and in the middle of the cover Bulma had emblazoned it with a large bubble-letter version of her own name in white gel pens. The binder itself was black, so the white didn't clash or ble in.
"Do you want to sign it too?" Bulma asked through a laugh as Vegeta examined it like it was a foreign object.
"What? No, I was just looking!" Vegeta almost threw the book in the air when she spoke to him.
"Don't be so tense, I won't bite you," Bulma said. They walked in silence, until they came to a corner which Bulma led them around the right side of. "You still live this way?" She wondered.
"Uh-huh..." Vegeta nodded, knowing this was the way to his own house.
"Whoa, we must live close." Bulma said. Birds chirped in the background of the short-worded conversation, and Bulma sighed, taking in a large breath of fresh air. "Here's my street." Bulma turned another corner.
"No shit?" Vegeta blinked. This was his street, too. Why had he never seen Bulma before if they'd lived on the same street?! Bulma nodded. "Yeah."
Vegeta shook his head. No wonder. It was a long street. Maybe she lived near the end or something. "How far down do you live?" He asked.
"Ah, just about the middle."
"Oh. I live over there. In that white one." Vegeta pointed at a small house where the number eighty-seven was placed on the side of the porch in gold painted metal, and the eight was rusting and had lost the bottom screw, so every wind strong enough bl it from side to side, and it squeaked all hours of the night, keeping Vegeta awake late. His window was right above the porch where the numbers were, and his father's room was across the hall, on the other side of the house, so he never noticed the noi s.
"It's nice." Bulma smiled. She liked the idea of living in there better than the large mansion she'd resided in for as long as she could remember. The two walked five minutes up the street, and Bulma spotted her house. "There it is." She said.
"Where?" Vegeta looked around. This wasn't so far from his home after all.
"Right there!" Bulma pointed to the large house, almost right in front of them. "Capsule Corp.!"
"Y-you live in C-capsule C-corp.?!" Vegeta's bookbag fell off of his back, and Bulma's binder landed on his foot, causing a pain he ignored, gaping at the large house.
"Yeah, c'mon! We've got to get started on our homework, so we can make dinner on time!" Bulma shook Vegeta from his daze, and dragged him up the sidewalk in front of her house. He stared at the large house as Bulma took a key and unlocked the door. Pus ng the door open, she called inside. "Dad? Mom? Where are you? I'm home!" She stepped inside, and dragged the unbelieving Vegeta behind her.
"Doctor Breifs is in the living room with Missus Breifs." A maid said, walking by.
"Who was that?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh, just a maid." Bulma sighed. She tossed her backpack on the ground, and began to untie her shoes. "You can dump your stuff here." She nodded at the bag while pulling off the second shoe. Vegeta slipped off his own shoes, and set them beside Bulma's then piled his bag and Bulma's binder on top of her bookbag.
"Come on, we'll go meet my parents before we do our work." Bulma led Vegeta into the living room, where a blue-haired man with glasses and a blonde woman who appeared extremely overjoyed sat on the couch watching a rerun of 'The Brady Bunch.' "Dad, I'm ome." Bulma sat beside her father. Vegeta stayed in his place at the entrance to the room.
"Hello, Bulma! Back home from school?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Uh-huh! This is--hey, you can come sit on the couch, too. You don't need an invitation to do everything, do you?" Bulma waved Vegeta over, and pulled him down on the couch to sit beside her.
"Who's this, your new boyfriend, dear?" Bulma's mother asked.
"No!" Bulma yelled. "This is Vegeta, and he came over to do homework with me. He's staying for dinner."
"Oh, I see. So he's one of your new friends at the new school?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"We're not friends." Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Uh-huh. He insists that we hate each other." Bulma nodded.
"Alright, then..." Mrs. Briefs went back to some sewing.
"We're gonna go do our homework, now." Bulma said.
"Okay. It was nice meeting you, Vegeta!" Mrs. Breifs waved as Bulma dragged Vegeta from the room, and started for the staircase. "Where's our stuff?!" Vegeta asked frantically, seeing their books had been moved as Bulma led him up the stairs.
"The maid probably put them in my room. C'mon." Bulma pulled him onwards.
"That's where we're going?"
"Where else? My room not good enough?"
"I was just wondering..."
--In Bulma's Room...--
"See? There they are." Bulma said as she opened the door and saw the books by her desk.
"Oh." Vegeta nodded.
"You wanna go on the bed?" Bulma asked, picking up the bags and binder.
"WHAT?!" Vegeta's eyes grew wide. Was she insane, or just sick? She barely knew him, and...
"Oh, sorry. I mean do you want to sit on the bed while we do our homework." Bulma laughed at his frightened expression. "Oh. Uh...I don't care." Vegeta answered. He wondered if Bulma would ever ask him that question in the other sense? He'd over the pa week, generally come to like her, at least, from what he'd seen of her in the halls and that first day he saw her, in the assembly. If they were older, and graduated from school, he probably would have said yes, but...
"Then we'll sit on the bed, I guess." Bulma dumped the books at the end of it, and lay on her stomach in front of her backpack. Vegeta cautiously walked to the other side of the bed, and sat on it cross-legged.
"Why don't you lie down like I am? It's more comfortable." Bulma invited.
"O-okay..." Vegeta almost fell off the bed, again thinking of the alternative meaning. All of a sudden, he saw images in his head of himself lying beside Bulma, and rolling on top of her. He shook his head as he retrieved his science book. That would never happen...or would it?
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I thought this was funny--what about you? I don't know...I have an odd sense of humor. And I have been making little experiment documents, writing ahead for this story--I can't wait to ACTUALLY write it. I am so excited! It will be...interesting! A least for me! Chapter Seven is in process, you humor fans will DIE LAUGHING!!!(I hope)
So tune in for sure next time, it is ALL HUMOR in the next chapter of Through Hallways! :)
[Next Time: Eighteen's House]
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Six: After School
--After School, At Bulma's Locker...--
"Are you ready to go yet? Kami, you're so slow." Vegeta leaned on the locker next to Bulma's, his own backpack slung over one shoulder, and his locker closed up until tomorrow morning, when they would return for another day of school. "Almost," Bulma s d as she shoved a text into her bag.
"Well hurry up, I don't want to be here all night." Vegeta groaned. Actually, that wouldn't be too bad for him. He'd rather be here all night than at his house, because of his father's terrible moods, and his mother was still in the hospital from a car ccident two months ago. His house was like Hell, and he had no siblings to share the hurt with.
"Okay, let's go." Bulma slammed her locker shut, and twisted the knob to zero, so nobody would know the last number of her combination. She put the straps of her bag over her shoulder, and picked up the binder of hers that sat on the floor. Vegeta took t from her.
"Hey," she grabbed at the book.
"I have to carry your books, remember?" Vegeta reminded her.
"Oh, yeah..." Bulma nodded. The hall was almost empty when Vegeta began to lead the girl to the front, and they walked into the warm September sunshine a minute later, after they left the second set of exit doors. "Uh...which way is your house?" Vegeta sked. He had to walk her home, but he had no idea where that was.
"This way," Bulma said, turning a left. Vegeta walked beside her instead of in front, because now he had no idea where he was going, and Bulma stuffed her hands in her pockets. "So, which way do you live?" She asked, yawning.
"Same way." Vegeta mumbled, shifting her book in his arms. He saw little glittery marks on it, and squinted at them to get a better look. They were little drawings of flowers in blue and pink gel pens, and names all over the cover as well. Not very man of them, but enough. Among them were Eighteen and Chi-Chi's names, and in the middle of the cover Bulma had emblazoned it with a large bubble-letter version of her own name in white gel pens. The binder itself was black, so the white didn't clash or ble in.
"Do you want to sign it too?" Bulma asked through a laugh as Vegeta examined it like it was a foreign object.
"What? No, I was just looking!" Vegeta almost threw the book in the air when she spoke to him.
"Don't be so tense, I won't bite you," Bulma said. They walked in silence, until they came to a corner which Bulma led them around the right side of. "You still live this way?" She wondered.
"Uh-huh..." Vegeta nodded, knowing this was the way to his own house.
"Whoa, we must live close." Bulma said. Birds chirped in the background of the short-worded conversation, and Bulma sighed, taking in a large breath of fresh air. "Here's my street." Bulma turned another corner.
"No shit?" Vegeta blinked. This was his street, too. Why had he never seen Bulma before if they'd lived on the same street?! Bulma nodded. "Yeah."
Vegeta shook his head. No wonder. It was a long street. Maybe she lived near the end or something. "How far down do you live?" He asked.
"Ah, just about the middle."
"Oh. I live over there. In that white one." Vegeta pointed at a small house where the number eighty-seven was placed on the side of the porch in gold painted metal, and the eight was rusting and had lost the bottom screw, so every wind strong enough bl it from side to side, and it squeaked all hours of the night, keeping Vegeta awake late. His window was right above the porch where the numbers were, and his father's room was across the hall, on the other side of the house, so he never noticed the noi s.
"It's nice." Bulma smiled. She liked the idea of living in there better than the large mansion she'd resided in for as long as she could remember. The two walked five minutes up the street, and Bulma spotted her house. "There it is." She said.
"Where?" Vegeta looked around. This wasn't so far from his home after all.
"Right there!" Bulma pointed to the large house, almost right in front of them. "Capsule Corp.!"
"Y-you live in C-capsule C-corp.?!" Vegeta's bookbag fell off of his back, and Bulma's binder landed on his foot, causing a pain he ignored, gaping at the large house.
"Yeah, c'mon! We've got to get started on our homework, so we can make dinner on time!" Bulma shook Vegeta from his daze, and dragged him up the sidewalk in front of her house. He stared at the large house as Bulma took a key and unlocked the door. Pus ng the door open, she called inside. "Dad? Mom? Where are you? I'm home!" She stepped inside, and dragged the unbelieving Vegeta behind her.
"Doctor Breifs is in the living room with Missus Breifs." A maid said, walking by.
"Who was that?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh, just a maid." Bulma sighed. She tossed her backpack on the ground, and began to untie her shoes. "You can dump your stuff here." She nodded at the bag while pulling off the second shoe. Vegeta slipped off his own shoes, and set them beside Bulma's then piled his bag and Bulma's binder on top of her bookbag.
"Come on, we'll go meet my parents before we do our work." Bulma led Vegeta into the living room, where a blue-haired man with glasses and a blonde woman who appeared extremely overjoyed sat on the couch watching a rerun of 'The Brady Bunch.' "Dad, I'm ome." Bulma sat beside her father. Vegeta stayed in his place at the entrance to the room.
"Hello, Bulma! Back home from school?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Uh-huh! This is--hey, you can come sit on the couch, too. You don't need an invitation to do everything, do you?" Bulma waved Vegeta over, and pulled him down on the couch to sit beside her.
"Who's this, your new boyfriend, dear?" Bulma's mother asked.
"No!" Bulma yelled. "This is Vegeta, and he came over to do homework with me. He's staying for dinner."
"Oh, I see. So he's one of your new friends at the new school?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"We're not friends." Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Uh-huh. He insists that we hate each other." Bulma nodded.
"Alright, then..." Mrs. Briefs went back to some sewing.
"We're gonna go do our homework, now." Bulma said.
"Okay. It was nice meeting you, Vegeta!" Mrs. Breifs waved as Bulma dragged Vegeta from the room, and started for the staircase. "Where's our stuff?!" Vegeta asked frantically, seeing their books had been moved as Bulma led him up the stairs.
"The maid probably put them in my room. C'mon." Bulma pulled him onwards.
"That's where we're going?"
"Where else? My room not good enough?"
"I was just wondering..."
--In Bulma's Room...--
"See? There they are." Bulma said as she opened the door and saw the books by her desk.
"Oh." Vegeta nodded.
"You wanna go on the bed?" Bulma asked, picking up the bags and binder.
"WHAT?!" Vegeta's eyes grew wide. Was she insane, or just sick? She barely knew him, and...
"Oh, sorry. I mean do you want to sit on the bed while we do our homework." Bulma laughed at his frightened expression. "Oh. Uh...I don't care." Vegeta answered. He wondered if Bulma would ever ask him that question in the other sense? He'd over the pa week, generally come to like her, at least, from what he'd seen of her in the halls and that first day he saw her, in the assembly. If they were older, and graduated from school, he probably would have said yes, but...
"Then we'll sit on the bed, I guess." Bulma dumped the books at the end of it, and lay on her stomach in front of her backpack. Vegeta cautiously walked to the other side of the bed, and sat on it cross-legged.
"Why don't you lie down like I am? It's more comfortable." Bulma invited.
"O-okay..." Vegeta almost fell off the bed, again thinking of the alternative meaning. All of a sudden, he saw images in his head of himself lying beside Bulma, and rolling on top of her. He shook his head as he retrieved his science book. That would never happen...or would it?
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I thought this was funny--what about you? I don't know...I have an odd sense of humor. And I have been making little experiment documents, writing ahead for this story--I can't wait to ACTUALLY write it. I am so excited! It will be...interesting! A least for me! Chapter Seven is in process, you humor fans will DIE LAUGHING!!!(I hope)
So tune in for sure next time, it is ALL HUMOR in the next chapter of Through Hallways! :)
[Next Time: Eighteen's House]