A/N: Ooookaaaay, 3rd chapter, YAY! Um…I really have absolutely NOTHING to
say, so…ON WITH THE FIC!!!! Oh, and this is the next day, so don't be confused
when I say tomorrow they start school, okay? Good.
Disclaimer: …If I owned DBZ, would I be sitting here @ my computer typing this
story? Noooooooo!
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Last time:
"Whoa, Bulma, slow down. What are you talking about? We can't practice
during school! Wait! Bulma, where are you going?" Chichi shouted as she
watched her friend march down the stairs.
"That girl…" Chichi sighed, "What is she thinking, now?"
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He reached for the remote and snapped the radio off. Tomorrow was a
new day. The day after tomorrow was a new school day, and hopefully, a new
life, a football life.
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Chapter 3: A New Day
"Girls?" Mrs. Brief's voice was melodious but hushed as she walked in to
check on the trio of sleeping girls. She had to affix her hand over her mouth to
keep back a snicker. There were the girls, sprawled out on the floor, in bizarre
and atypical positions.
18 was on the bed, legs and arms stretched out in every direction, and it
looked as if she had hit Chichi, who was next to her, numerous times.
Chichi had burrowed beneath the blanket and had found a comfortable
position lying down in the incorrect position, judging by the large bulge under
the blanket.
Bulma, on the other hand, was not on the bed at all. She had apparently
rolled off of the bed completely, and was now sleeping peacefully, grasping her
Teddy Bear. She was snoring noisily and a small, diminutive line of drool was
sliding down her cheek. All together, it was a comical, uproarious spectacle.
Mrs. Briefs decided not to wake the threesome, as it seemed they were
very cozy. She slowly receded out of the room and shut the door behind her,
then promptly went downstairs to make breakfast. They would be waking up
soon anyway.
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Bulma opened her eyes groggily. Everything was fuzzy. She blinked a couple
times and squinted at the bright light streaming through her window. She
rubbed her eyes, yawned, and looked around. 18 and Chichi were still asleep,
but they were rousing and would soon be awake. Suddenly she realized that she
wasn't on the bed.
"Oh well, better get a shower," she muttered.
She stood up on shaky legs and clambered into the bathroom, not
realizing she was still hauling her teddy bear along with her.
She turned the shower on and dropped her bear absentmindedly as she
started to undress. She yawned once more and climbed into the steaming spray.
Chichi and 18 had woken up subsequent to Bulma and to their dismay had
heard the shower running.
"Oh well," 18 yawned stretching her arms, "Let's watch some TV while
we're waiting." Chichi agreed drowsily and stretched out across the bed.
18 flipped on the television and Chichi looked at the clock.
"1:00? Oh, 18, my favorite show is on!" They found a comfortable spot
and watched, both enjoying the daytime drama, but neither one hearing the
bathroom door open.
"Hey guys, what are you watc—" Bulma was immediately shushed by
Chichi, who was fastened to the television. They watched in silence until a
commercial came on.
"Okay. Now, what were you saying, Bulma?" Chichi asked.
"I was going to ask what you were watching and tell you the shower's
free, but I guess it's not," Bulma replied watching as 18 strolled into the
bathroom and closed the door.
"Bulma! Why didn't you tell me before? Now I have to wait for 18!" Chichi
wailed.
"I was going to, but you shush—"
"Shh! It's back on!" Chichi snapped. Bulma promptly closed her mouth,
rolled her eyes and walked into her closet mumbling something about Chichi and
addicted to TV.
Chichi watched with fascination until another commercial came on. By that
time Bulma was dressed and had wandered back over to the bed.
"So…do you think he's gonna call?" Bulma asked. Chichi shrugged, eyes
still glued to the television.
"Maybe, but I doubt it," she mumbled.
"Why? I mean, why wouldn't he call?" Chichi finally turned to her with a
gloomy expression, like she was about to say something that would break her
friend's heart.
"Because—because it was a bet." She finally blurted out.
"What? How do you know that?" Bulma asked, her voice dripping with
accusation.
"Because Goku told me. He said that Vegeta had made a bet with the
other guys to see if he could get a kiss and/or a phone number. I'm sorry,
Bulma," Chichi said with downcast eyes.
"It—it's okay, Chi," Bulma replied slowly as the realization finally hit her. It
was a bet. He didn't really like her. He didn't care. It was a bet. She started to
bubble with anger at being used.
Bulma, she reminded herself, you used him too. She sighed and plopped
down on the bed. That's right, I did use him, she reminded herself. I was tired of
Yamcha so I used him. And I yell at him for cheating…
"What's okay?" Bulma's thoughts were interrupted by 18's inquiry. She
was standing in the middle of the room staring at the two girls.
"Nothing," Bulma winked at Chichi as she got up to take a shower.
"Well," Chichi said, "since everyone else has taken a shower, I guess it's
my turn."
"Well, hurry up, Chi, 'cuz I'm hungry!" Bulma shouted back to the girl as
she closed the bathroom door.
"So…what's this I hear about practicing during school?" 18 asked, pulling
on some clothes.
"Oh, that's right! Anyways, let's see, we have to make up some new
cheers and formations, hopefully we can get some new uniforms, we need a
completely new look, and some…"
18 stared apathetically at her friend as she droned on and on at what
they needed to do. She had stopped listening after the first few things. She
didn't ask for this, she just wanted to know if Bulma was really serious.
Obviously, she was, totally and completely sincere. She had her mind made up,
and there was no stopping her.
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Vegeta yawned and stretched his arms. He threw the blanket off of him
and stalked wearily into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, then put down
the toilet lid and sat down. (A/N: He's NOT sitting on the toilet, okay? The lid is
DOWN!!!) He watched the steam slowly rise over the top of the shower and
finally got in. He sighed as the warm water ran all over his muscular form.
(*Drools*) He wanted to soak in the water all day, but he had some things to do
before tomorrow, the first day of school.
He turned off the water and stepped out onto the large circular rug,
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He shook his head, trying to
rid his hair of some moisture.
He dressed and walked downstairs to get something to eat. He looked
around, no sign of his mother. She was probably upstairs sleeping, but she
would have an awful headache when she awoke, only adding to her seemingly
endless bad moods.
He opened the refrigerator, in search of anything that would ease his
rumbling stomach. He first thought that he might like a hot breakfast, but then
found some milk and finally determined that cereal would be the most
reasonable alternative.
He seized the milk and slammed it down on the table, then marched to
the cupboard, to get some cereal. After a few moments of contemplating which
cereal would be best, he decided on something sweet. (I'm not going to put
what kind of cereal he got because I would forever be getting emails talking
men don't eat that kind of cereal, so I won't put it in at all. *Sticks tongue out*)
He grabbed the box and dragged it over to the table, where he plopped
down into a chair and proceeded to make a bowl of cereal.
After eating about 4 bowls of cereal, he decided that that would carry him
through to the next meal. He got up and trudged back up the stairs to his room,
or what was left of it.
Almost everything was packed up and taken to his apartment, but there
were still a few boxes and some stuff that needed to be taken. He sighed.
"Another wonderful day of packing and moving," he mumbled to himself
as he opened up a box and started to put stuff into it.
He packed up what was left in the bathroom; the rug, and looked around
his room, deciding to pack his trophies. He had thought about packing them first,
but he decided against it.
He seized one and wrapped it in newspaper. He'd be damned if one of his
trophies broke on the way there.
In about 20 minutes he had wrapped all of his trophies and packed them
away in the box. He closed the box and picked it up to take it to his truck. He
lugged the box down the stairs and managed to get the door open without
dropping the box, but he had to put it down in order to open the trunk of his
Escalade truck. (He's rich, remember?) And that's how it went on, packing,
carrying, stuffing into the truck, going back, packing again, etc. He finally had
just about everything into the truck, but he still had to get the bed in. He
contemplated different ways, but finally had to disassemble it.
At last, he had everything. This was the last load of boxes. He checked his
room one more time, making sure he had everything.
He came downstairs and was about to leave, but remembered that his
mother would be waking up. He was surprised that she hadn't woken up before,
but he decided to leave her a note.
He told her where he went and not to be worried about him, even though
she probably wouldn't care. He stuck the note onto the refrigerator and finally
stalked out the door.
On arriving at his apartment, he had to unpack the boxes from his truck
and then had to unpack everything.
It took him almost all day to unpack all of his stuff, but he had some time
to go to the grocery store and stock up on junk food before he finally had to
collapse onto his bed and sleep. He realized that the only meal he'd had was
breakfast and had to get up to eat before he finally retired for the night. He had
to get some sleep, tomorrow was the first day of school. He'd prove to everyone
that he was the best, and he would be the best, no matter where he was.
Tomorrow, he would start his new life.
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I know, that was pretty boring, but I'll get to the good part in the next chapter.
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