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Bulma felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to yell at Vegeta, but when she turned
around, she found that it wasn't Vegeta, or Goku, or Krillin, or any of her friends. In fact, she
hated her with her whole being, and hoped never to see her again, but Bulma's desire was in
vain. She was here, but her eyes told Bulma that she weren't going anywhere without a fight.
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Chapter 5 – A Change of Plans
Bulma glared angrily at the girl standing before her. She placed her hands on her hips
and stood, waiting for the girl to say something, but she didn't. Both stood, scowling at the
other, waiting.
Finally, Bulma spoke, "What do you want?" She spat the words with disgust as she
looked the girl up and down. The girl sneered. "I hope you didn't come to try out for
cheerleaders because we don't have any room for the likes of you." Bulma informed.
She sniffed, "No, I didn't come to try out for your cheerleaders, I've already got a
squad. I came to tell you to keep your hands off my man." She cast a glance toward the field
before turning back to Bulma.
Bulma snorted, "Your man? When did he become your man? Technically, he's every
girl in the school's man. Plus, you already have a man, remember?"
The girl rolled her eyes, "Oh, that…yeah, well Yamcha and I broke up. We decided it
wasn't working, he was still stuck on you, but Vegeta's always been mine, so just keep your
hands off." She started to walk away.
"So that's it? You just came here and found out that I was going to school here and
decided to tell me not to touch him?"
The girl smiled falsely, "Yeah, that's about it," she said, and turned once more to
leave.
Bulma let out a laugh and called after her, "Well, you can have him!" The girl
turned back and walked menacingly up to Bulma.
"Keep it that way." And with that she turned and left. Bulma stood for a moment after
she was gone before sitting down on the bleachers. She decided to watch the team play for a
while before she went home.
She walked to the other side of the field and sat down. It wasn't too good. All of the
players were tripping and dropping the ball everywhere except for Vegeta. He seemed to have
eyes all over, always seeing the man coming for him and taking the closest route to avoid
them. He threw the ball with agility and skill.
She decided to go down to talk to the coach.
"Looks like you have a pretty good player, here, coach," She said, standing beside
him. He didn't look at her, just kept his eyes on the field and the players.
"Yeah…"
"So what are you gonna do about the rest of the team?" She asked.
"Practice,"
"Oh, I see…" Seeing that the coach obviously wasn't interested in talking to her,
Bulma walked away. He shook his head and blew the whistle.
He cleared his throat before finally looking at his watch, "I guess I'll let you guys go
now, but I want all of you out here before school, at 6:30. There were moans and cries of
protest, but Vegeta just snorted.
"Orange Star starts at 5," was all he said.
The coach looked at him, "Well, 5 it is," he stated before walking away. Vegeta just
sneered at him and walked off to his car.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma had forgotten that she didn't drive to school and 18 and Chichi had already
called their parents. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her cell phone.
"Mom, yeah, can you send someone to come get me? Yeah, okay, thanks." She
snapped the phone shut and walked out to sit on the steps. She sighed and watched the
players walk out to their cars and drive off.
Goku and Krillin walked over to her.
"Hey Bulma, ya want a ride?" Goku asked.
She shook her head, "Nah, that's okay, my mom's coming." She said. He shrugged.
"Hey, I didn't see you guys out on the field, did you try out?" They nodded.
"We were talking to the nurse, you know for our physicals. I don't know why they do
that, though. They don't get the results for a while, and then they do another one before
the game every couple weeks. Isn't that weird?"
She shrugged. "Probably so they can make sure the players aren't taking drugs and
Stuff since it's against the rules." They both nodded their heads in understanding.
Bulma sat for a moment contemplating whether to ask, before finally turning to
the two guys. "Hey guys, what's up with Vegeta?" She asked, "One minute he's cool and the
next he's all shitty."
They looked at her quizzically before shrugging their shoulders. She sighed. He was
a very interesting person, she had to admit. Her mom pulled up and she stood.
"He acts…different around you." Goku said finally. She turned to him.
"What?"
"He acts different. He doesn't act like that around other people." He explained.
"Well duh." She said.
"No, he's right, Bulma. There's just something different about you. I don't know."
Krillin said finally with a shake of his head.
Bulma wrinkled her brows and climbed into the car, "You guys are weird." She shouted
out the window as she drove away.
Krillin sighed, "Yeah, we've known him all this time and we're weird."
~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma pushed open the door and stepped into the house. "Mom," she called out, but
no answer. *She's probably outside, or something* Bulma thought as she made her way up to
her room. She threw her backpack onto the floor, grabbed a magazine and flopped onto the
bed. Today was a long day and she just wanted to relax, but then she remembered she had to
go to work. Her dad had insisted that she get a job outside of the company, insisting that it
would be "a good experience."
With a groan of protest she got up and grabbed her keys. She didn't really hate the
pizza place, but she didn't really enjoy it. She had mixed feelings. With a sigh of exhaustion
she got in the car and went to work.
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Vegeta pulled up to his apartment and walked inside. He was pretty hungry so he
decided to get something to eat.
After debating a while and surveying his stock of food he decided to order out.
"Maybe…pizza," He mumbled grabbing the phone book. He flipped through the
unusually thick book and finally found the number he was looking for.
He dialed and haggled with the saleswoman on the other line for a while before
hanging up. He stood for a moment, looking around.
"What to do, what to do," he murmured to himself before finally deciding to watch a
little TV. Being a man who believed in comfort, he stripped down until he was in his boxers
and his socks. He sat down on his black leather couch to watch some TV.
"And Vegeta Ouji, the star player from Orange Star High, seemed to have a
great day at his first day of school today." They showed a clip when he drove up to school and
all of the kids crowding around him. He smirked as he saw himself in all black.
"Very nice," he commented as he watched himself turn down reporters. He sat
watching for a while before he heard the doorbell ring and he got up to open it.
~*~*~*~*
Bulma tapped her foot impatiently, the pizzas were getting heavy. This guy had some
nerve, she had heard him arguing with her boss for at least 20 minutes. Eventually they had
come to some kind of agreement and her boss had hung up the phone, huffing and puffing
something about "buffoons" and "pigs".
She shook her head and smirked, that had been pretty funny. She sighed and rang the
doorbell again, was this guy gonna open the door or what? She heard someone grumbling on
the other side and when the door opened she was shocked at who she saw.
~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta was just about to get the door when he saw the woman on the TV. He growled
that was when she had pushed him out of the way and got up in the camera talking about how
she was the head of the cheerleaders and all that stuff. He was scowling in the background,
but her head was blocking him. It ended up being a interview with her instead of him.
The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming," he growled stalking over to the door. He swung
it open and was completely and utterly shocked to see the woman. He had to admit she
looked good in the little red uniform and the tight pants. She was tapping her foot and she
looked pretty peeved but when she saw him a look of astonishment crossed her face.
"Vegeta? What the—"
"I could ask you the same question." He countered, glaring at her.
She glared back a moment before finally realizing his attire. "Oh god, Vegeta, put
some clothes on," she exclaimed, turning away. He looked down.
"Don't look," he stated. She scowled and pushed past him into the room.
"Oh cool! You have such a cool apartment, Vegeta!" She exclaimed, looking around.
He rolled his eyes, then realized with a start that she was in his house. He closed the door and
turned to her.
"Woman, get out of my house," he seethed. She just looked around with awe,
completely ignoring him. She placed the pizzas down on the table and gazed at the beautiful
apartment.
"Oh, is this real leather?" She asked, running a smooth hand across the back of the
couch.
"Yes it's real, now get out!"
She smiled and walked into the bedroom. "Ooh…are these real silk sheets?" He stalked
into the bedroom after her and found her sitting on the edge of the bed stroking the sheets.
He rolled his eyes, "Woman, stop groping my sheets and get out!" He commanded.
She shot him a glare, but brightened up instantly when she caught a look inside the
closet.
"Armani suits? You've got to be kidding," She stated, looking at each suit.
"Nobody said I don't have style, woman," he said, plopping down onto the bed.
"These are nice," She mumbled, walking farther into the closet. He rolled his eyes as
he heard more 'ooh's and 'aah's and 'wow's and 'oh I want one of these's.
He looked at his watch, "Okay, woman, you've been in there long enough, now get
out of my house. My pizza's getting cold." She emerged from his closet with a few clothes in
hand.
"What is that?" he questioned, craning his neck to see what she had.
"Just a few clothes that I found… WOMENS clothes…" She cast him an accusing look
but shook it off as she walked out of the room.
"Oh, wait!" She turned back, "I forgot to look at the bathroom!" She dashed back into
the room and walked into the bathroom, again starting her exercise of 'ooh's and 'aah's.
She came from the bathroom with a look of awe on her face. "You are so cool! I bet
your girlfriend gets everything she wants, huh?" She asked. He gave her a grave look and she
looked quizzically at him.
"You don't have a girlfriend?" He shook his head and scowled.
A determined look crossed Bulma's face, "Well, we'll just have to get you one!" She
picked up the clothes once more and started toward the door, "I'll think about that. Enjoy the
pizza!" She offered one last goodbye before walking out the door. He closed it behind her and
watched out the window as she drove off.
He heaved a final sigh and sat down to eat his pizza, but he kept thinking about what
she had said.
Your girlfriend gets everything she wants, huh?
You don't have a girlfriend?
We'll just have to get you one!
Why did he have to get a girlfriend? Why couldn't he just be by himself? Why was he
asking himself stupid questions? Of course he had to get a girlfriend! He was the best football
player in…well, everywhere, he had to get a girlfriend!
He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. Who did he have to
choose from? Well, every girl at school wanted him, he could choose from all of them, but he
just didn't want anybody, he wanted somebody special.
He would have to think about that, but right now, it was time to eat.
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When Bulma finally got home it was late, so she just said hello to her parents, went
upstairs, and called Chichi.
She dialed the phone number she knew all too well and waited. One ring, two rings,
on the third ring Chichi picked up.
"Hello?"
"Chichi? Hey, this is Bulma, you will not believe what happened tonight at work!" She
exclaimed.
"Were you serving or delivering?"
"Delivering, and guess who's house I went to? You'll never guess so I'll tell
you…Vegeta!" She heard her friend gasp on the other line.
"What? Are you serious? What did it look like?"
"It was a huge apartment! He had a leather couch and silk bedsheets, and his
bathroom was huge! And he was in his boxers."
"Really? Oh my gosh!"
"Yeah, and guess what…he doesn't have a girlfriend! I told him we'd have to find him
one. He wasn't too excited about the idea, but he's gonna be the captain of the football team,
we've got to find him one, right?"
"Of course, we all know he's going to be the captain, so…why not?"
They chatted on and on about this and that for about an hour before finally hanging
up. Chichi then called 18 and replayed almost the entire conversation with Bulma. The three
decided to start their work the next day, not wanting to waste any time.
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The next day, the girls got up, and wanting to keep their image, 18 and Chichi had
Bulma come pick them up so the threesome could arrive at school together. She agreed and
arm in arm they strolled into the school and into homeroom. Vegeta hadn't arrived yet, of
course, he would probably insist on being "Fashionably Late."
They all went to sit at with the other athletes at the back of the room and made some
conversation before class finally began. The teacher stepped in and they were called to order.
Vegeta strode in about 10 minutes later and Bulma motioned for him to sit by her.
He agreed, though grumbled all the way over.
"What do you want, woman?" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"We're gonna hook you up, don't worry." She said with a wink.
He frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"You know, the girls and me, we're gonna hook you up. You just gotta let us know
who it is exactly that you've got your eyes on so we can help, you know."
He rolled his eyes, "Like I need your help."
She scoffed, "Of course you need my help!" The teacher turned to say something to
her but just at that moment, the bell rang. She smiled at him, picked up her backpack and
walked out of the classroom. (I'll post the schedule in the next chapter.)
Seeing as they both had Math next period he followed her, walking close on her heels.
"So, what exactly did you have in mind, woman," he asked, leaning into her ear.
She spun around and stared at him a moment before continuing down the hall.
"Well, this is what I was thinking, you take a look around, pick out the lucky girl, and
we'll talk to her and do the rest, simple as that." In a moment Chichi and 18 were by her side.
"Yeah, that's our part, you just find the girl," 18 said.
He pondered this a moment before finally agreeing, as they all walked into Math class.
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1st Period Math
Bulma, Chichi, and 18 were chatting almost non stop during their first period, much to
the frustration of the teacher, who was getting very tired of being interrupted every two
seconds. When he made Chichi and 18 move, Bulma started chatting with Vegeta, and the
poor teacher just heaved a sigh of aggravation and gave up.
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The duration of the morning was pretty good, but filled with planning, arguing,
making up, and more planning. By the time lunch rolled around, the three girls had just
about everything planned out.
"So, that's all, right?" 18 asked, not really wanting to discuss the topic any further.
"Yup, that's about it," Chichi said as the three stepped into the cafeteria. They were
early, people were still clearing out from first lunch, so they decided to take a seat and wait
for the rest of their "group"; they had invited Goku and Krillin and Vegeta to join them at their
table.
They waited, and waited, and waited, and finally got tired of waiting, so they got up to
get some food. Meanwhile, the guys had come in and seen the girls in line, so they also got in
line.
The girls got their food and sat down at their table to wait for the guys who they
thought hadn't come in yet, but were very surprised to see the three of them waltzing up to
their table, two of which were hidden behind a mountain of food.
"Umm…Vegeta? Goku? Are you guys back there?" Bulma asked. All she heard was a
growl from one and a muffled sound from the other. She pushed the plate aside and found
both guys literally stuffing their faces with food.
"Sorry," she mumbled, before pushing the tray back to it's rightful place. 18 rolled
her eyes and Chichi just shook her head. They started a conversation and Bulma's little visit
from Brooke came up.
"Oh yeah, Vegeta, your girlfriend came to talk to me yesterday." Bulma said. He gave
her a weird look.
"I don't have a girlfriend, woman," he said, and continued devouring his mountain of
food.
"Oh yeah, well Brooke seems to think differently." She stated with a hint of disgust.
He glared at her, "That bitch is not my girlfriend."
"Well, she came onto the field yesterday, says she and Yamcha broke up because 'It
wasn't working'…" She left out the part about him still being 'hung up' on her and continued,
"Well, she basically told me to back off because your hers," Bulma stated, inspecting her nails.
Vegeta sneered, "As if that's possible," he mumbled. Her head shot up.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"That's not what I heard."
"Then you heard wrong."
"No, I heard just fine, you said it's not possible for me to back off!" She yelled. All
heads turned to the two, knowing they were on the brink of a huge fight.
"Well, I guess you're not deaf."
"No, I'm not, my ears work very well, thank you very much." Bulma was seething. Her
face was flushed and her chest was rising rhythmically with her accelerated breathing.
He humphed and turned away, but she wasn't finished.
"Don't act like you know me, Vegeta. You don't know shit!" She screamed at him,
slamming her hand on the table.
He growled and stood up, eye to eye with her, "And you do? You don't know
anything—"
"I know more than you!" She countered before he even had a chance to finish.
"I seriously doubt that." He whispered, "You don't know shit about me, woman,
so don't act like you do." He glared at her once more before stalking away.
She huffed and sank down, crossing her arms across her chest. Everyone was quiet,
silently watching the young girl to see what she was going to do next, but she just sat.
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