Okay peoplez.Chapter 6.
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Last Time: 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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Chapter 6 - An Odd Phone Call
Chichi and 18 glanced at each other then back to their incensed friend. Both knew better than to try to talk to her in the state she was in, so they didn't, just sat and ate in silence.
Bulma didn't have to turn around to know that people were staring at her, she just knew. 'You can't just let him say something like that to you then just get up and walk away! Go after him,' her mind screamed at her. She contemplated it a moment before getting up and stalking out after him.
"Vegeta, where the hell are you! I'm not finished with you yet!" Her voice echoed down the hallways and her shoes squeaked on the tile floor.
Bulma sighed and stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Where is he.?"
"Where is who?" Bulma spun around to see Vegeta leaning up against a locker, arms crossed, glaring at her.
"Nobody."
He stalked up to her menacingly, not once altering his posture. She stared straight into his dark, mysterious, ebony eyes, refusing to back down.
"Why are you following me?"
His voice seemed to echo in her ears, yet it was threateningly quiet. All reason left her and she just stood, not knowing what to do or say. Her mind was shouting at her to do a million things at once.
He was getting impatient. He leaned closer and repeated the question, "I said, why are you following me?"
Again, she said nothing. They continued to glower forebodingly at each other, each refusing to concede to the other.
A short, blond walked by, eyeing the two with skepticism. Bulma eyed the girl with her peripheral vision.
"How about her," she whispered; changing the subject from whatever it was before.
He smirked, "Maybe." She stood up straight and without a second glance walked over to the girl.
"Hi, what's your name," Bulma asked sweetly. The girl smiled nervously.
"Sara."
"I'm Bulma."
"I know." Bulma looked at the girl, she was small and slender. She had short blond hair that went to just below her ears. She had small glasses that looked a little too small for her face. Her clothes weren't the latest fashion, but were still 'in'. She looked like a bright girl that had previously gone unnoticed by the 'cool' people.
Bulma leaned close to the girl's ear. "You know that guy over there?" She nodded her head toward Vegeta who was glaring at the two girls, a reproachful look plastered on his handsome face. The girl nodded.
"Well, he said he might like to go out with you." The girl gasped and stared, wide eyed at Bulma's smiling face. She glanced once more at Vegeta's menacing figure then back to Bulma.
"He-he.me?" Bulma nodded. The girl looked at her apprehensively, as if trying to ensure that it wasn't a joke. "I-I." the girl stuttered. "Are you sure? How do you know?"
Bulma tried not to look annoyed, this girl was starting to irritate her. "Because we're friends! Didn't you just see us talking," she shouted. She didn't mean to yell at the girl, but she was just so irksome it was driving her mad. She swore she would kill herself if Vegeta actually went out with this girl.
"Actually, you weren't really talking.you were staring at each other." The girl was right, Bulma realized, but she wasn't going to humiliate herself in front of Vegeta.not like she actually cared, though.
He realized Bulma's mistake and smirked, now deeply fascinated with the conversation. He could tell Bulma didn't like the girl and was inquisitive as to how she would turn her away.
"We were talking, you just didn't see our mouths moving." Bulma knew it was a lame excuse, but what else could she say?
"It looked to me like you were about to kiss." the girl muttered.
"What," the two yelled in unison. They looked appallingly at each other before turning back to the girl.
Vegeta took two long strides and in a moment was right in the girl's face. "I would never kiss that-"
"And I would never even consider kissing that-"
"Don't interrupt me, woman,"
"Or else what?"
The two turned to each other and the girl slipped away unnoticed.
"Or else I'll-"
"You'll what? I'm listening."
"I said don't interrupt me!"
"You did first!"
"I did not!"
Bulma sighed; this conversation was going nowhere. "Whatever you say, Vegeta," she sighed, rolling her eyes. There was a slight pause and Vegeta finally spoke up.
"Why?"
She looked up, "Huh?"
"Why did you tell her that?"
"Vegeta, I can't read your mind. What are you talking about?"
"Why did you tell her-"
"That I would never kiss you? Because I wouldn't!"
He looked at her, irritated, "That's not what I was going to say. If you would just let me finish my sentences, you won't be left wondering!" He took a deep breath before continuing. "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-"
"It's time for our next class." He cast an exasperated look at her and she couldn't help but giggle. "Just warning you, continue."
"Why did you tell her we were friends?"
"Because-" She paused, why did she tell her they were friends? She had just met the guy yesterday.well; she had met him again yesterday. She just felt like it was the truth, that she was being pulled to him even though she had just met him; like gravity. It felt like there was some invisible magnet pulling her toward him. She just couldn't explain it.
She shrugged, "I don't know." As if on cue, people burst into the hallways, seemingly out of nowhere. Bulma turned to find her friends amid the cluster of students emerging from lunch and classes; she would have to tell them about her little 'conversation' with Vegeta.
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"Bulma! Bulma," Chichi called. She had the greatest news that she couldn't wait to relate to her best friend. She found the girl pressed up against some lockers. "Bulma," she shouted once more. Bulma turned and spotted her.
"Hey, Chi, what's up," she asked, seeing the frenzied look on her friend's face.
"Bulma, you won't believe what happened," Chichi squealed. 18 just stood watching the two.
"What happened?" Bulma was now anxious to hear what had her friend so ecstatic. Chichi tried to tell Bulma, but got so confused that Bulma couldn't understand a word. "What?"
18 sighed, "Goku asked her out," she stated, with a slightly annoyed look on her face. "Gosh, Chi, just say it already."
"I would have, but you said it already!"
"Only because you were sitting there, almost swallowing your tongue trying to say fifteen different things at once!"
Bulma laughed at her two friends, "You guys, it's not that big of a deal who told me, the important thing is, I know! Now c'mon, we've got to go to Phys Ed." And with that she led the way out of the school and onto the football field.
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Bulma hopped out of the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She had to hurry. She had kept the girls at practice about half an hour over, and now she had to rush to get her homework done before she had to go to work.
She turned the doorknob and stepped into the house. Her mother came out to see who was there.
"Hey mom, I've got a lot of homework to do, and if I don't hurry I'll be late for work, so I gotta go," she said all in one breath. She kissed her mom on the cheek and bounded up the stairs, two at a time.
Her mother just stared after her with a smile and went back into the kitchen to watch T.V.
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Bulma glanced at the clock. "Oh shit," she cursed. She got up and ran to her closet to get her on her uniform, which consisted of a baggy red shirt and some black jeans. She had to serve tonight and her boss would get on her if she was late. She had to hurry.
Bulma drove as fast as she could legally go and finally got to the parking lot. She jumped out of the car and literally ran into the restaurant. She pushed open the 'Employees Only' door and stood there, panting. She waited until she had caught her breath and went to put on an apron.
She saw another Employee, David, who she personally thought was cute.
"Hey, you're." he looked at his watch, "twenty-seven seconds late."
She smiled, "No, I was here twenty-seven seconds ago, I just wasn't in the building."
"Stop making excuses," he teased and went back to whatever it was he was doing.
Bulma sighed, it was going to be a long night.
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"Hey, B, got some customers," a girl with long, brown hair called to Bulma.
"Coming," she called, wiping her soapy hands on her apron. It had been a particularly slow night, so she decided to help David wash some dishes.
She grabbed a (A/N: What are those little flippy books called?) notebook and a pen off the counter and walked out into the front.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, actually, you can, Bulma." Bulma looked up to see no one other than Brooke. She glared at the girl.
"What do you want, now? Is David yours too," she asked sarcastically.
Brooke smiled falsely, "No, but Vegeta is. I thought I told you to keep your hands off of my man."
Bulma snorted, "Your man? That's funny, 'cuz, I asked him and he said, and I quote, 'That bitch is not my girlfriend.'" Bulma smiled, "Have a nice day." She turned to go back, but Brooke kept talking.
"Of course he would say that to you, he doesn't want you to know, but still, I told you to leave him alone."
"How do you know I'm not?"
Brooke smiled and pulled out some photos, "These pictures say otherwise." She pushed the snapshots across the counter and Bulma snatched them up. There was a picture of her and Vegeta staring at each other from that afternoon, and another of the day before when he was following her. He was leaning close to her ear and she was smiling. Obviously somebody knew what they were doing taking these pictures.
She pushed them back toward the other girl, "These don't prove anything," she stated indignantly.
"Well, I've heard from my sources that you and him are getting pretty close. You even said that you two were 'friends'." Bulma glared at the girl.
"Okay, first of all, he's not your man so we can do whatever the hell we want. Second we are friends, and you don't have to come over here trying to get us to hate each other just because you're jealous. Third tell your little 'spy' to leave us the hell alone or I will-"
"Oh, don't worry, you don't have to make threats... I'll be watching you, though, so watch your back." She glowered, angrily at Bulma before turning. She was just to the door before she turned back.
"Oh, one more thing. Yamcha said he misses you, and don't be surprised if he.drops by to pay you a visit sometime soon." With that she turned and walked out the door. Bulma let out an enraged sigh and went back to finish washing dishes.
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Bulma was so tired when she got home that she just wanted to climb right into the bed and go straight to sleep, but that didn't quite happen.
"Bulma, someone called for you while you were gone." Her mother said as she came in.
Bulma looked at her, "Who was it?"
"It wasn't one of you girlfriends.actually, it sounded like." she looked around as if about to share some intimately recondite secret. ".a boy." Bulma rolled her eyes, her mother could be so childish sometimes.
"Was it Yamcha?"
"No.he had a deeper voice. He sounded, dark and mysterious, and.angry"
Enlightenment spread across Bulma's face, it had to be Vegeta, but why would he call her? She mumbled thanks to her mom and ascended the stairs. She lied down and spread out across her bed. She sighed, why would Vegeta call her? She knew he wouldn't call back, so that left only one option.
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. One ring.two rings.three rings.She was just about to hang up when he picked up.
"What do you want?"
"Well hello to you, too," she laughed.
"Why did you call me?"
"Why did you call me?" She heard a pause, and almost laughed. She would love to see his face.
"Because I felt like it." She snorted, he felt like it. She wanted to pry, but she didn't want to be a nuisance, so she let it go.
"So.what did you want?"
"I-I don't know." She stared at the phone, completely baffled. Vegeta would never say something like that; it would seriously hurt his ego to actually admit that he didn't know something. Maybe she was doing something to him; maybe he was different around her.
She had to do something. She had Vegeta on the phone and they weren't getting anywhere. 'Think, Bulma, think.' Suddenly she was hit with an inspiration.
"So.do you want to go to the movies this Saturday.with me and Chichi and 18?" She added the last part hastily as if trying to convince him that she wasn't trying to get him to go on a date with her. "I mean Goku and Krillin could come, and whoever else. It would be a lot of fun."
He contemplated it for a moment, it wasn't like he had anything better to do on a Saturday. So he agreed. He insisted on picking her up and she agreed, thoroughly perplexed. As soon as Bulma hung up the phone she immediately called Chichi.
"Chichi, do you want to go to the movies on Saturday? Me and you and Goku and Krillin and 18 and maybe even Vegeta could all go and see a movie. How about it?"
Chichi sighed, "Sorry, B, but Goku and I already made plans. I'm sorry. Maybe some other time, okay?"
"Okay." Bulma was disappointed, but there was still a chance that 18 could come. She dialed 18's house and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Bulma frowned, that sounded like Krillin. She must've dialed the wrong number.
"Oh, sorry Krillin, I was trying to call 18, but I must've dialed the wrong number. Say, do you want to go to the movies with.me-on Saturday," she asked hopefully. She heard mumbling on the other line before Krillin answered.
"Uh.sorry, Bulma, but I've got.uh.homework to do. Maybe later," and with that he hung up. Bulma scowled at the phone, homework, on a Saturday? Well, at least there was still 18, but it was the same story, though 18 claimed she had detention. 18 never got detention, but the funny part was, Bulma could swear that she heard people's voices in the background.
"18, is somebody over your house," Bulma asked.
"Uh.no-yes. 17 has some.friends over. Yeah, well, uh.I gotta go fix dinner, bye!" Bulma was greeted with the dial tone as 18 hung up. She glanced at her clock, fixing dinner at 10:00? She was tempted to pick up the phone and call her back, but resisted the urge. Right now it was time to go to bed. She changed into some pajamas, but sleep wouldn't come.
She contemplated her situation. Vegeta had agreed to go to the movies with her. He thought Chichi, Goku, 18, and Krillin were coming. Chichi and Goku had already planned something. 18 supposedly had detention and Krillin supposedly had homework, but neither could go with her. She was stuck going to the movies with Vegeta.
She sighed and turned over, maybe Brooke was right. If she were Brooke, she shuddered at the thought; she would think that she and Vegeta were getting together, too. They were almost always together, and now they were about to go to the movies, and her being rich and him being a very popular football player, there would have to be cameras there.
She was in a dilemma. What could she do? She could admit to Brooke that they were getting together, but that would be a lie. It wasn't like she was afraid of Brooke; she just didn't want her to be right.
Then, she remembered with a groan that Vegeta was going to pick her up. This was getting worse and worse. Not only were they going to the movies together, but they were going by themselves, and he was going to pick her up. It screamed date, but it wasn't, how could she explain that?
There was nothing she could do. She would have to go through with it and face everyone and everything as it came. She turned onto her back, why did she feel so.excited? Was that it? She and Vegeta were actually going on a date! No, she scolded herself, it wasn't a date. If she believed that than everyone else would too. She could just imagine the next day's headlines; Briefs and Ouji caught going to see.what were they going to see? It couldn't be a romance or she would die.
She could see that clearly; her and Vegeta, sitting in a movie theatre, his arm around her, her head on his chest, watching a romance movie. Like that would ever happen. It would be nice, though. They would watch the two stars stare into each other's eyes and would turn and gaze at each other. The actors would smile at each other and they would smirk at the other. The actors would share a passionate kiss and they would lean in and.
Bulma sat upright, what was she thinking? She and Vegeta would never.but it would be nice. 'No!' Her mind screamed at her, 'bad thoughts, Bulma! Bad thoughts!' Maybe Brooke was right.no! Brooke was not right! She and Vegeta weren't together and they weren't getting together. With that decided, Bulma pulled the blanket over her head and went to sleep.
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Chichi and 18 glanced at each other then back to their incensed friend. Both knew better than to try to talk to her in the state she was in, so they didn't, just sat and ate in silence.
Bulma didn't have to turn around to know that people were staring at her, she just knew. 'You can't just let him say something like that to you then just get up and walk away! Go after him,' her mind screamed at her. She contemplated it a moment before getting up and stalking out after him.
"Vegeta, where the hell are you! I'm not finished with you yet!" Her voice echoed down the hallways and her shoes squeaked on the tile floor.
Bulma sighed and stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Where is he.?"
"Where is who?" Bulma spun around to see Vegeta leaning up against a locker, arms crossed, glaring at her.
"Nobody."
He stalked up to her menacingly, not once altering his posture. She stared straight into his dark, mysterious, ebony eyes, refusing to back down.
"Why are you following me?"
His voice seemed to echo in her ears, yet it was threateningly quiet. All reason left her and she just stood, not knowing what to do or say. Her mind was shouting at her to do a million things at once.
He was getting impatient. He leaned closer and repeated the question, "I said, why are you following me?"
Again, she said nothing. They continued to glower forebodingly at each other, each refusing to concede to the other.
A short, blond walked by, eyeing the two with skepticism. Bulma eyed the girl with her peripheral vision.
"How about her," she whispered; changing the subject from whatever it was before.
He smirked, "Maybe." She stood up straight and without a second glance walked over to the girl.
"Hi, what's your name," Bulma asked sweetly. The girl smiled nervously.
"Sara."
"I'm Bulma."
"I know." Bulma looked at the girl, she was small and slender. She had short blond hair that went to just below her ears. She had small glasses that looked a little too small for her face. Her clothes weren't the latest fashion, but were still 'in'. She looked like a bright girl that had previously gone unnoticed by the 'cool' people.
Bulma leaned close to the girl's ear. "You know that guy over there?" She nodded her head toward Vegeta who was glaring at the two girls, a reproachful look plastered on his handsome face. The girl nodded.
"Well, he said he might like to go out with you." The girl gasped and stared, wide eyed at Bulma's smiling face. She glanced once more at Vegeta's menacing figure then back to Bulma.
"He-he.me?" Bulma nodded. The girl looked at her apprehensively, as if trying to ensure that it wasn't a joke. "I-I." the girl stuttered. "Are you sure? How do you know?"
Bulma tried not to look annoyed, this girl was starting to irritate her. "Because we're friends! Didn't you just see us talking," she shouted. She didn't mean to yell at the girl, but she was just so irksome it was driving her mad. She swore she would kill herself if Vegeta actually went out with this girl.
"Actually, you weren't really talking.you were staring at each other." The girl was right, Bulma realized, but she wasn't going to humiliate herself in front of Vegeta.not like she actually cared, though.
He realized Bulma's mistake and smirked, now deeply fascinated with the conversation. He could tell Bulma didn't like the girl and was inquisitive as to how she would turn her away.
"We were talking, you just didn't see our mouths moving." Bulma knew it was a lame excuse, but what else could she say?
"It looked to me like you were about to kiss." the girl muttered.
"What," the two yelled in unison. They looked appallingly at each other before turning back to the girl.
Vegeta took two long strides and in a moment was right in the girl's face. "I would never kiss that-"
"And I would never even consider kissing that-"
"Don't interrupt me, woman,"
"Or else what?"
The two turned to each other and the girl slipped away unnoticed.
"Or else I'll-"
"You'll what? I'm listening."
"I said don't interrupt me!"
"You did first!"
"I did not!"
Bulma sighed; this conversation was going nowhere. "Whatever you say, Vegeta," she sighed, rolling her eyes. There was a slight pause and Vegeta finally spoke up.
"Why?"
She looked up, "Huh?"
"Why did you tell her that?"
"Vegeta, I can't read your mind. What are you talking about?"
"Why did you tell her-"
"That I would never kiss you? Because I wouldn't!"
He looked at her, irritated, "That's not what I was going to say. If you would just let me finish my sentences, you won't be left wondering!" He took a deep breath before continuing. "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-"
"It's time for our next class." He cast an exasperated look at her and she couldn't help but giggle. "Just warning you, continue."
"Why did you tell her we were friends?"
"Because-" She paused, why did she tell her they were friends? She had just met the guy yesterday.well; she had met him again yesterday. She just felt like it was the truth, that she was being pulled to him even though she had just met him; like gravity. It felt like there was some invisible magnet pulling her toward him. She just couldn't explain it.
She shrugged, "I don't know." As if on cue, people burst into the hallways, seemingly out of nowhere. Bulma turned to find her friends amid the cluster of students emerging from lunch and classes; she would have to tell them about her little 'conversation' with Vegeta.
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"Bulma! Bulma," Chichi called. She had the greatest news that she couldn't wait to relate to her best friend. She found the girl pressed up against some lockers. "Bulma," she shouted once more. Bulma turned and spotted her.
"Hey, Chi, what's up," she asked, seeing the frenzied look on her friend's face.
"Bulma, you won't believe what happened," Chichi squealed. 18 just stood watching the two.
"What happened?" Bulma was now anxious to hear what had her friend so ecstatic. Chichi tried to tell Bulma, but got so confused that Bulma couldn't understand a word. "What?"
18 sighed, "Goku asked her out," she stated, with a slightly annoyed look on her face. "Gosh, Chi, just say it already."
"I would have, but you said it already!"
"Only because you were sitting there, almost swallowing your tongue trying to say fifteen different things at once!"
Bulma laughed at her two friends, "You guys, it's not that big of a deal who told me, the important thing is, I know! Now c'mon, we've got to go to Phys Ed." And with that she led the way out of the school and onto the football field.
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Bulma hopped out of the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She had to hurry. She had kept the girls at practice about half an hour over, and now she had to rush to get her homework done before she had to go to work.
She turned the doorknob and stepped into the house. Her mother came out to see who was there.
"Hey mom, I've got a lot of homework to do, and if I don't hurry I'll be late for work, so I gotta go," she said all in one breath. She kissed her mom on the cheek and bounded up the stairs, two at a time.
Her mother just stared after her with a smile and went back into the kitchen to watch T.V.
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Bulma glanced at the clock. "Oh shit," she cursed. She got up and ran to her closet to get her on her uniform, which consisted of a baggy red shirt and some black jeans. She had to serve tonight and her boss would get on her if she was late. She had to hurry.
Bulma drove as fast as she could legally go and finally got to the parking lot. She jumped out of the car and literally ran into the restaurant. She pushed open the 'Employees Only' door and stood there, panting. She waited until she had caught her breath and went to put on an apron.
She saw another Employee, David, who she personally thought was cute.
"Hey, you're." he looked at his watch, "twenty-seven seconds late."
She smiled, "No, I was here twenty-seven seconds ago, I just wasn't in the building."
"Stop making excuses," he teased and went back to whatever it was he was doing.
Bulma sighed, it was going to be a long night.
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"Hey, B, got some customers," a girl with long, brown hair called to Bulma.
"Coming," she called, wiping her soapy hands on her apron. It had been a particularly slow night, so she decided to help David wash some dishes.
She grabbed a (A/N: What are those little flippy books called?) notebook and a pen off the counter and walked out into the front.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, actually, you can, Bulma." Bulma looked up to see no one other than Brooke. She glared at the girl.
"What do you want, now? Is David yours too," she asked sarcastically.
Brooke smiled falsely, "No, but Vegeta is. I thought I told you to keep your hands off of my man."
Bulma snorted, "Your man? That's funny, 'cuz, I asked him and he said, and I quote, 'That bitch is not my girlfriend.'" Bulma smiled, "Have a nice day." She turned to go back, but Brooke kept talking.
"Of course he would say that to you, he doesn't want you to know, but still, I told you to leave him alone."
"How do you know I'm not?"
Brooke smiled and pulled out some photos, "These pictures say otherwise." She pushed the snapshots across the counter and Bulma snatched them up. There was a picture of her and Vegeta staring at each other from that afternoon, and another of the day before when he was following her. He was leaning close to her ear and she was smiling. Obviously somebody knew what they were doing taking these pictures.
She pushed them back toward the other girl, "These don't prove anything," she stated indignantly.
"Well, I've heard from my sources that you and him are getting pretty close. You even said that you two were 'friends'." Bulma glared at the girl.
"Okay, first of all, he's not your man so we can do whatever the hell we want. Second we are friends, and you don't have to come over here trying to get us to hate each other just because you're jealous. Third tell your little 'spy' to leave us the hell alone or I will-"
"Oh, don't worry, you don't have to make threats... I'll be watching you, though, so watch your back." She glowered, angrily at Bulma before turning. She was just to the door before she turned back.
"Oh, one more thing. Yamcha said he misses you, and don't be surprised if he.drops by to pay you a visit sometime soon." With that she turned and walked out the door. Bulma let out an enraged sigh and went back to finish washing dishes.
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Bulma was so tired when she got home that she just wanted to climb right into the bed and go straight to sleep, but that didn't quite happen.
"Bulma, someone called for you while you were gone." Her mother said as she came in.
Bulma looked at her, "Who was it?"
"It wasn't one of you girlfriends.actually, it sounded like." she looked around as if about to share some intimately recondite secret. ".a boy." Bulma rolled her eyes, her mother could be so childish sometimes.
"Was it Yamcha?"
"No.he had a deeper voice. He sounded, dark and mysterious, and.angry"
Enlightenment spread across Bulma's face, it had to be Vegeta, but why would he call her? She mumbled thanks to her mom and ascended the stairs. She lied down and spread out across her bed. She sighed, why would Vegeta call her? She knew he wouldn't call back, so that left only one option.
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. One ring.two rings.three rings.She was just about to hang up when he picked up.
"What do you want?"
"Well hello to you, too," she laughed.
"Why did you call me?"
"Why did you call me?" She heard a pause, and almost laughed. She would love to see his face.
"Because I felt like it." She snorted, he felt like it. She wanted to pry, but she didn't want to be a nuisance, so she let it go.
"So.what did you want?"
"I-I don't know." She stared at the phone, completely baffled. Vegeta would never say something like that; it would seriously hurt his ego to actually admit that he didn't know something. Maybe she was doing something to him; maybe he was different around her.
She had to do something. She had Vegeta on the phone and they weren't getting anywhere. 'Think, Bulma, think.' Suddenly she was hit with an inspiration.
"So.do you want to go to the movies this Saturday.with me and Chichi and 18?" She added the last part hastily as if trying to convince him that she wasn't trying to get him to go on a date with her. "I mean Goku and Krillin could come, and whoever else. It would be a lot of fun."
He contemplated it for a moment, it wasn't like he had anything better to do on a Saturday. So he agreed. He insisted on picking her up and she agreed, thoroughly perplexed. As soon as Bulma hung up the phone she immediately called Chichi.
"Chichi, do you want to go to the movies on Saturday? Me and you and Goku and Krillin and 18 and maybe even Vegeta could all go and see a movie. How about it?"
Chichi sighed, "Sorry, B, but Goku and I already made plans. I'm sorry. Maybe some other time, okay?"
"Okay." Bulma was disappointed, but there was still a chance that 18 could come. She dialed 18's house and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Bulma frowned, that sounded like Krillin. She must've dialed the wrong number.
"Oh, sorry Krillin, I was trying to call 18, but I must've dialed the wrong number. Say, do you want to go to the movies with.me-on Saturday," she asked hopefully. She heard mumbling on the other line before Krillin answered.
"Uh.sorry, Bulma, but I've got.uh.homework to do. Maybe later," and with that he hung up. Bulma scowled at the phone, homework, on a Saturday? Well, at least there was still 18, but it was the same story, though 18 claimed she had detention. 18 never got detention, but the funny part was, Bulma could swear that she heard people's voices in the background.
"18, is somebody over your house," Bulma asked.
"Uh.no-yes. 17 has some.friends over. Yeah, well, uh.I gotta go fix dinner, bye!" Bulma was greeted with the dial tone as 18 hung up. She glanced at her clock, fixing dinner at 10:00? She was tempted to pick up the phone and call her back, but resisted the urge. Right now it was time to go to bed. She changed into some pajamas, but sleep wouldn't come.
She contemplated her situation. Vegeta had agreed to go to the movies with her. He thought Chichi, Goku, 18, and Krillin were coming. Chichi and Goku had already planned something. 18 supposedly had detention and Krillin supposedly had homework, but neither could go with her. She was stuck going to the movies with Vegeta.
She sighed and turned over, maybe Brooke was right. If she were Brooke, she shuddered at the thought; she would think that she and Vegeta were getting together, too. They were almost always together, and now they were about to go to the movies, and her being rich and him being a very popular football player, there would have to be cameras there.
She was in a dilemma. What could she do? She could admit to Brooke that they were getting together, but that would be a lie. It wasn't like she was afraid of Brooke; she just didn't want her to be right.
Then, she remembered with a groan that Vegeta was going to pick her up. This was getting worse and worse. Not only were they going to the movies together, but they were going by themselves, and he was going to pick her up. It screamed date, but it wasn't, how could she explain that?
There was nothing she could do. She would have to go through with it and face everyone and everything as it came. She turned onto her back, why did she feel so.excited? Was that it? She and Vegeta were actually going on a date! No, she scolded herself, it wasn't a date. If she believed that than everyone else would too. She could just imagine the next day's headlines; Briefs and Ouji caught going to see.what were they going to see? It couldn't be a romance or she would die.
She could see that clearly; her and Vegeta, sitting in a movie theatre, his arm around her, her head on his chest, watching a romance movie. Like that would ever happen. It would be nice, though. They would watch the two stars stare into each other's eyes and would turn and gaze at each other. The actors would smile at each other and they would smirk at the other. The actors would share a passionate kiss and they would lean in and.
Bulma sat upright, what was she thinking? She and Vegeta would never.but it would be nice. 'No!' Her mind screamed at her, 'bad thoughts, Bulma! Bad thoughts!' Maybe Brooke was right.no! Brooke was not right! She and Vegeta weren't together and they weren't getting together. With that decided, Bulma pulled the blanket over her head and went to sleep.
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