Author's Note: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's baaack! After a long absence Till Death Do We Part has FINALLY returned. I'd like to thank you all for your amazing contribution you did towards my writer's block. Thank you for all your ideas and all the help you gave me. NOT! YOU LOT ARE SO SAD! I ALMOST BELIEVE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MY STORY. IS THAT IT HMM? I HAD TWO, TWO CONTRIBUTIONS FROM READERS! THANKYOU ALL FOR NOTHING.
On a nicer note, a sincere thankyou to those two people who DID contribute ideas, your help was greatly appreciated.
Chapter Twenty: Practices and Green Slips
Four months had passed since the accident in the woods. They were now into the first week of the third term, and teachers were pushing for students to study for their Senior Exams.
"Vegeta I swear, if I don't get out of this shit ass class soon, I'm gunna hurt someone!" Bulma hissed to Vegeta, who was sitting next to her. He reacher over and grabbed her hand, clasping it tightly.
"You and me both, woman. Mrs. Collins's sarcasm is really testing my self control." Bulma smiled at him.
"What're you doing after school?" Bulma asked.
"Damn homework most probably," Vegeta grumped. Bulma laughed.
"Miss Briefs, Mr. Ouji. Detention after school. I have tried time and time again to ignore your incessant lovey dovey babble," Bulma and Vegeta blushed furiously, "but you just don't know how to shut up. Meet me here after class," Mrs. Collins snapped. Bulma groaned. It was quarter to three, so she still had to keep herself controlled for that time.
"You know what, Collins? There's only fifteen minutes to go so screw you." Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta stood up then chucked his stuff into his bag and walked out, dropping a screwed up piece of paper in her lap on the way.
Walk out, I'll be waiting for you outside.
Bulma smiled, packed up her things, called 'later, Collins,' to the teacher's back and followed Vegeta.
Bulma stepped outside closing the door.
"Vegeta where are-"
"Right here woman," he whispered huskily into her ear, coming up from behind her. Bulma smiled as he kissed her.
"Vegeta I don't think-"
"Sssh woman," Vegeta mumbled, as he stepped in front of her. She moaned against his mouth, their tongues wrestling within their mouths. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's face, tilting her head further and pushing against his mouth.
'If someone had told me last year I'd be skipping class to kiss Vegeta, and actually enjoy it, I'd have told them to see a shrink,' Bulma thought smiling against his mouth.
'Who would've thought I'd be making out with Bulma in the middle of a school hall I would've knocked the shit out of them,' Vegeta thought as he felt Bulma's tongue invade his mouth.
The bell rang and doors swung open, and there was the sound of many feet on the lino floors of the corridors. Vegeta broke the kiss and Bulma pushed him off, clearing her throat. Vegeta just stood there, his image not ruffled at all by their little makeout session.
As Bulma combed her fingers through her hair, she looked up at Vegeta and giggled. He frowned.
"What's so funny woman," Vegeta snarled. Bulma frowned, taking offence to his tone.
"Geez what's wrong with you now Vegeta. You were pretty happy a few moments ago. I was just going to tell you that my lipstick is all over your face." Vegeta's eyes widened and he began rubbing his mouth frantically with his sleeve.
"Whatever woman. Come on let's get going." Vegeta grabbed Bulma's hand and led her through the crowd. Just as they reached the front gates-
"Miss Briefs! Mr. Ouji! Come here at once!" Bulma and Vegeta groaned as the voice of Mr. Doryth boomed down the hall.
"I have just been informed by Mrs. Collins that the both of you walked out of her classs."
"So what?" asked Vegeta. Bulma giggled and punched him.
"Ssh."
"As punishment, you shall both go to Mrs. Collins's class for your detention and the both of you are on Daily Report." Vegeta groaned. Not another green slip! Bulma's eyes widened.
'Oh shit! I'm on daily report! My parents are so going to psyche out!' Vegeta noticed her expression and grinned, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Don't worry. Laters Doryth, we're gunna go see Collins," Vegeta told him.
"It's Mrs. Collins to you, boy," Mr. Doryth yelled to Vegeta and Bulma's retreating figures.
"Chichi! Chichi!" Goku called down the hall. Chichi turned around and smiled at Goku.
"Hold on a minute, 18. Wait for Goku to catch up." 18 grunted in agreement. She'd been in a bad mood these last few days, Krillin had been away with the flu for five days and had banned 18 from seeing him, as he didn't want to give it to her.
"Chichi. I got soccer practice. Don't you guys have cheerleading?" Chichi's eyes went wide.
"Oh shit I totally forgot. Mrs. Igam is gunna kill me! Come on 18, hurry up, we got practice for the game on tomorrow." 18 groaned and the three of them hurried off, splitting up as Goku went to the field and 18 and Chichi headed for the gym.
'I wonder where Vegeta and Bulma are, they should be here for practice, its Saturday tomorrow.' Goku thought as he walked up to the rest of the team.
"Hey Goku! Are you the captain?" a guy named Chris asked. He was an exchange student from overseas,somewhere near Australiaand had come to their high school at the start of the week. He was extremely good at soccer and had been offered a position in the team.
"I dunno. I haven't seen Vegeta or Bulma since fourth period."
"Bulma?" Chris asked, frowning. "Isn't that a girl's name?" he asked rather distastefully.
"It is. Do you have a problem with that?" asked a new voice. Everyone turned around, to see Bulma striding over, hot on the heels of Vegeta.
"Yeah I do. What's a girl doing in the first eleven?" Vegeta's eyes flashed. No one insulted his girlfriend like that. Bulma tapped his elbow inconspicuously, and shook her head so slightly. Taking the hint he stepped back.
Chris obviously didn't know Vegeta was the captain of the team, or that Bulma was his girlfriend. Bulma walked up to Chris. She was about a head shorter than the blonde haired boy.
"Do you know who I am?" Bulma asked. Chris snorted, folding his arms.
"Do I care? You're a girl, you shouldn't be on the team." Bulma glared.
"And what would you do," she asked, trying to ignore his annoying accent, "if I told you that I was captain of this team?" Chris laughed.
"Then I'd say this whole team was screwed if they have a girl as their captain. All girls are good for is cheerleading and a good fuck." Vegeta snapped, he strode over to Chris and punched the arrogant foreigner in the nose. Chris's eyes widened as the force of Vegeta's punch sent him flying to the ground.
Goku could hardly suppress a laugh as he watched the scene. Chris had gone too far, calling Bulma 'a good fuck'.
"What the hell's up your ass?" Chris frowned as he sat up, his nose gushing blood. Vegeta's eyes flashed.
"Don't speak about my girlfriend like that, you faggot." Chris sniggered.
"Or what? You'll punch me again? Who do you think you are anyway?"
"I'm the captain of this team, and yes I'll punch the shit out of you as soon as I throw you off this team." Vegeta spoke calmly, but extremely deadly. Chris gulped. Vegeta turned to the rest of his team.
"Well don't stand there like a pack of statues! Get your sorry asses out there I want three laps of the park then start dribbling practice." The team sprinted off, and Vegeta went back to Bulma, leaving Chris on the ground.
"Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you Vegeta," she giggled as he slipped his hand around her waist. She kissed him softly on the cheek, and her hand took its place around Vegeta's waist.
Chris watched the couple from his dazed position on the ground.
He suddenly noticed Bulma's body. He smirked as he watched her long, flawless legs, walk away.Damnhe couldn't wait to see her in something tight. Hell he couldn't wait to get her into bed.
Bulma rested her head on Vegeta's shoulder, her hand in his back pocket as they stood watching the rest of the team.
"Woman?"
"Mmm?"
"Get you ass out there and run before I make you do 50 press-ups." Bulma's eyes widened.
"Fine, faggot. I'll remember that." Bulma took off at a run. Vegeta laughed as she pulled the fingers to him. He blew her a kiss then sidled over to Chris, who was just managing to get up.
"I trust you know your place?" he asked. Chris pinched his bleeding nose, but glared at Vegeta.
"I may only be here six months. But I will have her in my bed by the end of my stay." With that he took off at a run behind the rest of the team. Vegeta breathed heavily, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes flashing with an angry fire.
He had to get rid of Chris.
"Alright girls take a break, you're doing well," Chichi called over the crowd. The group of girls in short skirts and tight tops dispersed. 18 came up over to Chichi.
"I wish Bulma was here. It'd make this coaching thing so much easier," Chichi sighed. 18 smiled.
"Don't worry Chi, you're doing fine. Come on lets go watch the soccer for a while." Chichi nodded and the two walked out of the gym.
The first eleven were on the field, and Vegeta had them doing press ups.
"Hurry up you lot! I only asked for twenty," Vegeta yelled. Goku was standing next to him, having finished 50 a long time ago. Bulma collapsed as she reached twenty and sighed.
"Vegeta this stinks," she groaned. The rest of the team exchanged knowing glances. If anyone but Bulma had said that Vegeta would have knocked their head in.
"No woman, you're just unfit!" Bulma pouted, and sat with her legs straight out and her hands in between them.
Chris glared at Vegeta as he finished his press-ups.
"If you're so eager to get us doing them, why don't you try them yourself?" he sneered at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked.
"Fine I will. With one hand and someone sitting on my back." Chris laughed. Was Vegeta insane? That was humanly impossible unless you were a world class body builder. Sure, Vegeta had a little muscle but no high schooler could manage that.
Vegeta got down into starting position, and Bulma sat cross legged on his back, holding one hand up by her. She knew Vegeta could do this, she'd seen him do it plenty a time at practice. When he had first started coaching the team several people seemed to think he considered himself too high and mighty to do press ups with them. After displaying his extraordinary skill, no one had doubted him and they all knew the overseas faggot who had dissed Vegeta's girlfriend, not to mention their vice captain, would eat his words.
And he did. Vegeta managed a hundred press ups, before, in defeat, Chris had asked him to stop. Vegeta smirked as he felt Bulma's weight leave his back and he stood up.
"Now, I want you all to go and have some kicks against Chris. He can be our goalie for this practice," Vegeta smirked. Grumbling, Chris made his way over to the goal, the team grabbing a ball and following.
"Look, Chi! Man look at Vegeta! What the hell is he doing?" 18 asked as she noticed Bulma sitting on Vegeta's back. They watched from a distance for a while, until Vegeta stood up and sent the team to have some goal shooting. He was talking to Bulma when18 and Chichi interrupted.
"Hahem," Chichi cleared her throat. Vegeta, muttering a few incoherent words to Bulma, telling her that just because she was his grilfriend didn't mean she didn't have to practice and that she had five minutes to talk, walked off to practice with his players.
"Hey B. How's practice going?" Chichi asked. Bulma smirked.
"Geez Bulma. For a minute there you looked uncannily like Vegeta." 18 laughed. Bulma ignored that last comment and told Chichi and 18 about Chris.
"Wow he actually said that? Vegeta would've kicked his ass for that one!" Chichi laughed. Bulma nodded slightly and indicated with her head to the goalie, who at the moment had a cast substitute on his nose. There was a sharp intake of breath from 18.
"Anyway, it's Friday night, and we've all got the game tomorrow. Chichi and I have got cheerleading and you've got the actual playing, so I was wondering how bout all you's stay at my house hmm?" 18 asked. She was no longer embarrassed about not having real parents.
"Sure that'd be great 18," Chichi agreed. But Bulma shook her head.
"Nah I can't sorry. I'm staying at Vegeta's." 18 and Chichi nodded.
"Oh well, we better get back to practice," Chichi sighed. "See ya tomorrow B."
"Yeah see ya!" Bulma called to her friends' retreating backs. She then ran over to the rest of her teammates and began kicking the ball as hard as possible at Chris.
Next Chapter: The game. If the Orange Star Crusaders beat their opponents, they're into the semis. And a small little……….. incident. I won't say no more. Happy reading.
Author's Note: There, that's the best I can do with writer's block. You lot were really a lot of help. Judging by the interest shown in ideas I doubt anyone will read this but hey! Anyway, if anyone IS reading this, I just realised I'm making Vegeta a bit soft, and his life seems to be going too right at the moment so I'm gunna try and fix that.
A very depressed, annoyed and feeling betrayed,
Kaibun