A/N: In response to one of my reviewers, yeah I know I do write a lot of fluff. Truth be told I am a little romance-abscessed as most 13 year old girls are. I'll try to make things a little more 'un'flulffy' but I am not making any promises. If you have seen my other stories, you'll know what I mean.
Also, in regards to another reviewer, sorry but I have always described Vegeta as tall in pretty much all my stories even if that isn't technically true to the show. I'll try not to in future stories or chapters. Thanks for the advice.
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"BRA!" Bulma hollered, banging viciously on my bedroom door. "School starts in half an hour!"
"Can't go." I groaned, trying my best to sound intolerably ill. "Sever migraine."
"Don't make me come in there." Bulma bellowed, wrapping on my door once again.
I would have liked to reply with a witty remark yet I reminded myself that if I was going to get away with pretending to be sick, I would have to spend the morning acting dull witted. In other words, I make to rid my brain of all valuable information long enough to make my mother believe me. And in my case, it was a very hard thing to do.
"Look, Bra." Bulma sighed heavily through the door. "You were right. I was the one being an idiot last night and I wouldn't care if you choose Uub as your boyfriend over Orlando Bloom. But...I would prefer it if you DID choose Orlando, mind you."
I decided it was wise not to answer Bulma. I pulled my blankets over my face and concentrated on trying to make myself appear a fowl shade of green by brining up revolting images in my mind.
A child with a severed hand...
"Bra?" Bulma asked timidly, creaking my bedroom door wide open. "You better get up, sweetheart. You only have five minutes to get yourself to school."
Josh (the football player with a peanut sized brain) in spandex...
Bulma prodded me sharply. "No more kidding around. If you don't get up now, you'll miss first period."
Ice cream and tomato sauce for breakfast...
"Do you really want to spend the whole day at home with your father?"
That was a good one. Bulma and Vegeta making out...
Gosh, I was nearly believing myself. At this stage, I had to consider my sanity in actually being able to think of those disgusting imagines currently revolving around my brain.
"I'm warning you, Bra!"
Eliza kissing Trunks...
Bulma ripped the covers over my head just as I lunched forward and barfed all over her brand new, pink satin shirt and hipster jeans. Casting me a look of pure disgust, Bulma shrieked and jumped off my bed, only to immediately return to my side and wrap her arms around me in a hug.
"Oh you really aren't feeling good, are you? I should have known, you wouldn't miss school for any other reason." Bulma patted my messy teal hair with long, pale, manicured fingers. "Don't worry, you just stay right there and I'll be back in a moment."
Bulma shut the door behind her as she left my room. I scrambled out of my bed and staggered to the nearest bathroom, glancing briefly at my reflection and becoming startled at the skinny, white faced girl with dull cast eyes who stared back at me. Perhaps I really had been feeling sick this morning after all.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom after taking a long shower, Bulma had already left for work but not before remaking my bed. My stomach still feel upset so I pushed any thoughts of a decent meal from my mind and concentrated on yesterday's homework that I had somehow managed to neglect.
At least I had bought myself a whole day before I had to face Uub. The whole concept of having a crush was absurd, yet when I considered the facts, it seemed completely plausible. Sure, there wasn't much I admired him for besides his memory capacity. I definitely didn't like him for his looks. But I had proven to Bulma and myself that looks never mattered to be when I gave her false information about my relationship with Uub.
Eventually, as I completed my Geography homework on biomes and ecosystems, the idea struck me. I didn't choose to like Uub. I never wanted to like him in the first place. I supposed things just...happen. That must have been why my parents ended up together.
A short while after midday, I trouped across the hall to the kitchen and tore open the fridge, raiding it for any sign of non-diet food or the vast selection of meats (I was, of cause, a strict vegetarian).
"What's your problem?" Vegeta barked from across the kitchen as he approached me. "I thought you would be at school."
"I didn't want to go." I replied without thinking.
"Now there's a change." Vegeta smirked. "Fix me something to eat, then."
"Of course, your majesty." I bent into a mock-formal bow, finally turning my back on him and continued my mass raid of the refrigerator.
After a silent twenty minutes in which I slaved over a hot stove preparing the kind of food which was against all my morals and Vegeta sat at the table and grunted occasionally when I attempted conversation, we sat down to eat together and I found myself determined to ask him the question that has plagued my mind since I was a toddler.
"What would you do if I came home with a boyfriend one afternoon?" I asked casually.
"I'd murder him." Came Vegeta's predictable answer. I grinned, controlling the desire to burst out laughing.
"Why?"
"Because I can." Vegeta scowled. "Now sod off, I'm eating."
"I'm trying to discuss a highly important matter that will effect my future years." I frowned, obviously irritated. "You have Mum. So why can't I have someone?"
"You're a child, that's why."
"Technically, I'm an adolescent." I sighed, realizing that there was no way to get a straight answer from Vegeta's mouth. "I'm finished, at least put your plate in the sink before you go back to training relentlessly and pointlessly in yet another failed attempt to embarrass Goten's father."
I left the kitchen, and a very unhappy Vegeta, in a queer mood. How could something as simple as a teenage relationship make someone feel so moody about everything?
.:.
I was sleeping upstairs when I heard my name called from the floor bellow and sprung to my feet to see what was going on.
"There you are." Trunks rested a hand on my shoulder with a sense of carefulness that made me wary of him. "Mum tried to wake you up six times this morning. When you didn't wake up, she told me to get the bus alone and she would drive you later. But you never turned up at school. We were all really worried."
I broke away from his steady, blue gaze only to see a highly depressed Goten and a solemn faced Uub standing behind him. I glanced between all three in confusion, wondering why Uub had suddenly replaced Marron for our usual afternoon résumé.
"Just a bit of morning sickness." I gave them all a brave smile. "I'm perfectly alright now. And no, before anyone asks, morning sickness does not signify that I am pregnant. I had a migraine, that was all."
"We didn't say that." Trunks etched away from me slowly. "Well, as long as you're ok. Come on, Goten. Let's get some food."
Once Goten and Trunks were gone, I turned my attentions to Uub with a look of puzzlement, half expecting the symptoms described in famous historical love stories to begin. Luckily, yet also to my dismay, I felt no change whatsoever.
"Where's Marron?" I asked quizzically. "Why are you here?"
"Marron isn't coming to tutoring. I have no idea why-"
I did.
"-and I..."
He paused, a red tinge creeping into his dark cheeks. "I...I just came to..to see if you were....you know...ok."
Flattered, I gave him what I hoped counted for a decent smile. "Sorry if I certain SOMEONE gave you a hard time. I suppose I should thank you for taking valuable time just to check up on me."
"Can I say something?"
I groaned. I thought we were over this factor. "Yes, you hereby have my permission to speak freely to the public audience, a.k.a me."
He smiled his usual faint smile though with a hint of extra confidence that I had thought would never be able to be unlocked. "I was worth to see you, I mean."
An uncomfortable silence followed this statement. My eyes automatically fell to the carpeted floor as my cheeks reddened in a fashion that would appear ridiculous against my teal hair. In fact, after spending the day in sweatpants and a gym shirt with unkempt hair and smelly socks, I must have looked ridiculous altogether. Uub was wearing the same oversized black pants and red jacket he wore everyday. He appeared the way he always did.
Just the way I liked him...
"I better go." He finally mumbled. As he turned to leave I felt a strange sensation run through me, telling me that I wanted him to stay.
"You don't have to." I said quickly. He turned back to face me with a smile.
"If you don't want me to."
"No," Not to my surprise, my confident tone had been replaced with a whisper. "No, I don't want you to."
His smile widened. It actually widened! We managed to close the gap between us without meaning to. From memory, it would be impossible to recall who moved first.
"Did you know." I tried to hold in a laugh. "That kissing is a healthy human interaction proven to boost your self-esteem and self-confidence? It can also give you intense feelings of happiness and satisfaction. It has been scientifically proven tha-"
I was cut shot as I felt something move against my mouth. Taken back with startled surprise, I could scarcely believe that I was currently experiencing my first kiss. Uub's lips gave me a warm and content feeling as they pressed against my own. I had always thought that kissing would be a revolting experience, but now having experienced it for myself, I saw it wasn't awful at all. Truth be told, I found it enjoyable...
I turned my brain off and fell into the moment shared between us, trying to make every second of it count. Until I remembered that Goten and Trunks were only a room away and it would be safer to brake away now.
"So," I smiled. "Do you think that matched up with all scientifically proven facts?"
Uub was actually smirking. And just as I had pictured, if I may change to use a small amount of teenage slang here, he was hot.
"Kind of." He answered predictably.
.:.
Oops, sorry. I put in too much fluff again, didn't I? Well now I have this couple together the story will begin to deal more with their problems than their relationship. THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER!
More shall come soon....hopefully.
Also, in regards to another reviewer, sorry but I have always described Vegeta as tall in pretty much all my stories even if that isn't technically true to the show. I'll try not to in future stories or chapters. Thanks for the advice.
.:.
"BRA!" Bulma hollered, banging viciously on my bedroom door. "School starts in half an hour!"
"Can't go." I groaned, trying my best to sound intolerably ill. "Sever migraine."
"Don't make me come in there." Bulma bellowed, wrapping on my door once again.
I would have liked to reply with a witty remark yet I reminded myself that if I was going to get away with pretending to be sick, I would have to spend the morning acting dull witted. In other words, I make to rid my brain of all valuable information long enough to make my mother believe me. And in my case, it was a very hard thing to do.
"Look, Bra." Bulma sighed heavily through the door. "You were right. I was the one being an idiot last night and I wouldn't care if you choose Uub as your boyfriend over Orlando Bloom. But...I would prefer it if you DID choose Orlando, mind you."
I decided it was wise not to answer Bulma. I pulled my blankets over my face and concentrated on trying to make myself appear a fowl shade of green by brining up revolting images in my mind.
A child with a severed hand...
"Bra?" Bulma asked timidly, creaking my bedroom door wide open. "You better get up, sweetheart. You only have five minutes to get yourself to school."
Josh (the football player with a peanut sized brain) in spandex...
Bulma prodded me sharply. "No more kidding around. If you don't get up now, you'll miss first period."
Ice cream and tomato sauce for breakfast...
"Do you really want to spend the whole day at home with your father?"
That was a good one. Bulma and Vegeta making out...
Gosh, I was nearly believing myself. At this stage, I had to consider my sanity in actually being able to think of those disgusting imagines currently revolving around my brain.
"I'm warning you, Bra!"
Eliza kissing Trunks...
Bulma ripped the covers over my head just as I lunched forward and barfed all over her brand new, pink satin shirt and hipster jeans. Casting me a look of pure disgust, Bulma shrieked and jumped off my bed, only to immediately return to my side and wrap her arms around me in a hug.
"Oh you really aren't feeling good, are you? I should have known, you wouldn't miss school for any other reason." Bulma patted my messy teal hair with long, pale, manicured fingers. "Don't worry, you just stay right there and I'll be back in a moment."
Bulma shut the door behind her as she left my room. I scrambled out of my bed and staggered to the nearest bathroom, glancing briefly at my reflection and becoming startled at the skinny, white faced girl with dull cast eyes who stared back at me. Perhaps I really had been feeling sick this morning after all.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom after taking a long shower, Bulma had already left for work but not before remaking my bed. My stomach still feel upset so I pushed any thoughts of a decent meal from my mind and concentrated on yesterday's homework that I had somehow managed to neglect.
At least I had bought myself a whole day before I had to face Uub. The whole concept of having a crush was absurd, yet when I considered the facts, it seemed completely plausible. Sure, there wasn't much I admired him for besides his memory capacity. I definitely didn't like him for his looks. But I had proven to Bulma and myself that looks never mattered to be when I gave her false information about my relationship with Uub.
Eventually, as I completed my Geography homework on biomes and ecosystems, the idea struck me. I didn't choose to like Uub. I never wanted to like him in the first place. I supposed things just...happen. That must have been why my parents ended up together.
A short while after midday, I trouped across the hall to the kitchen and tore open the fridge, raiding it for any sign of non-diet food or the vast selection of meats (I was, of cause, a strict vegetarian).
"What's your problem?" Vegeta barked from across the kitchen as he approached me. "I thought you would be at school."
"I didn't want to go." I replied without thinking.
"Now there's a change." Vegeta smirked. "Fix me something to eat, then."
"Of course, your majesty." I bent into a mock-formal bow, finally turning my back on him and continued my mass raid of the refrigerator.
After a silent twenty minutes in which I slaved over a hot stove preparing the kind of food which was against all my morals and Vegeta sat at the table and grunted occasionally when I attempted conversation, we sat down to eat together and I found myself determined to ask him the question that has plagued my mind since I was a toddler.
"What would you do if I came home with a boyfriend one afternoon?" I asked casually.
"I'd murder him." Came Vegeta's predictable answer. I grinned, controlling the desire to burst out laughing.
"Why?"
"Because I can." Vegeta scowled. "Now sod off, I'm eating."
"I'm trying to discuss a highly important matter that will effect my future years." I frowned, obviously irritated. "You have Mum. So why can't I have someone?"
"You're a child, that's why."
"Technically, I'm an adolescent." I sighed, realizing that there was no way to get a straight answer from Vegeta's mouth. "I'm finished, at least put your plate in the sink before you go back to training relentlessly and pointlessly in yet another failed attempt to embarrass Goten's father."
I left the kitchen, and a very unhappy Vegeta, in a queer mood. How could something as simple as a teenage relationship make someone feel so moody about everything?
.:.
I was sleeping upstairs when I heard my name called from the floor bellow and sprung to my feet to see what was going on.
"There you are." Trunks rested a hand on my shoulder with a sense of carefulness that made me wary of him. "Mum tried to wake you up six times this morning. When you didn't wake up, she told me to get the bus alone and she would drive you later. But you never turned up at school. We were all really worried."
I broke away from his steady, blue gaze only to see a highly depressed Goten and a solemn faced Uub standing behind him. I glanced between all three in confusion, wondering why Uub had suddenly replaced Marron for our usual afternoon résumé.
"Just a bit of morning sickness." I gave them all a brave smile. "I'm perfectly alright now. And no, before anyone asks, morning sickness does not signify that I am pregnant. I had a migraine, that was all."
"We didn't say that." Trunks etched away from me slowly. "Well, as long as you're ok. Come on, Goten. Let's get some food."
Once Goten and Trunks were gone, I turned my attentions to Uub with a look of puzzlement, half expecting the symptoms described in famous historical love stories to begin. Luckily, yet also to my dismay, I felt no change whatsoever.
"Where's Marron?" I asked quizzically. "Why are you here?"
"Marron isn't coming to tutoring. I have no idea why-"
I did.
"-and I..."
He paused, a red tinge creeping into his dark cheeks. "I...I just came to..to see if you were....you know...ok."
Flattered, I gave him what I hoped counted for a decent smile. "Sorry if I certain SOMEONE gave you a hard time. I suppose I should thank you for taking valuable time just to check up on me."
"Can I say something?"
I groaned. I thought we were over this factor. "Yes, you hereby have my permission to speak freely to the public audience, a.k.a me."
He smiled his usual faint smile though with a hint of extra confidence that I had thought would never be able to be unlocked. "I was worth to see you, I mean."
An uncomfortable silence followed this statement. My eyes automatically fell to the carpeted floor as my cheeks reddened in a fashion that would appear ridiculous against my teal hair. In fact, after spending the day in sweatpants and a gym shirt with unkempt hair and smelly socks, I must have looked ridiculous altogether. Uub was wearing the same oversized black pants and red jacket he wore everyday. He appeared the way he always did.
Just the way I liked him...
"I better go." He finally mumbled. As he turned to leave I felt a strange sensation run through me, telling me that I wanted him to stay.
"You don't have to." I said quickly. He turned back to face me with a smile.
"If you don't want me to."
"No," Not to my surprise, my confident tone had been replaced with a whisper. "No, I don't want you to."
His smile widened. It actually widened! We managed to close the gap between us without meaning to. From memory, it would be impossible to recall who moved first.
"Did you know." I tried to hold in a laugh. "That kissing is a healthy human interaction proven to boost your self-esteem and self-confidence? It can also give you intense feelings of happiness and satisfaction. It has been scientifically proven tha-"
I was cut shot as I felt something move against my mouth. Taken back with startled surprise, I could scarcely believe that I was currently experiencing my first kiss. Uub's lips gave me a warm and content feeling as they pressed against my own. I had always thought that kissing would be a revolting experience, but now having experienced it for myself, I saw it wasn't awful at all. Truth be told, I found it enjoyable...
I turned my brain off and fell into the moment shared between us, trying to make every second of it count. Until I remembered that Goten and Trunks were only a room away and it would be safer to brake away now.
"So," I smiled. "Do you think that matched up with all scientifically proven facts?"
Uub was actually smirking. And just as I had pictured, if I may change to use a small amount of teenage slang here, he was hot.
"Kind of." He answered predictably.
.:.
Oops, sorry. I put in too much fluff again, didn't I? Well now I have this couple together the story will begin to deal more with their problems than their relationship. THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER!
More shall come soon....hopefully.
