Okay, peoplez, I'm back for yet ANOTHER chapter! I really have nothing to say, but since most people don't read this part ANYWAY, I can say whatever I want! I can even start singing! …Nevermind. Okay, on with the chapter! ^__^
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Chapter 7 – A Bad Day~*~*~*~*
Bulma groaned and rolled over. She felt around on her dresser and grabbed the first thing, hurling it at her alarm clock. It hit the device with a clunk, and knocked it off the table, where the annoying appliance was previously positioned. The clock hit the floor and slowly ceased it's tirade of infuriating beeps.
The drowsy teen crawled out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom and after taking a wonderfully refreshing shower, got dressed. She was stuffing books into her backpack when the phone rang. She turned to look at her clock, and then remembered it was on the floor. She glanced at her watch, 7:00. Who was calling her at 7:00 in the morning?
She walked slowly to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Bulma, this is Brooke. I just wanted to warn you, Yamcha said he might be paying you a visit today, so if I were you—"
"Well, guess what, Brooke, you're not me," Bulma cut the girl off, "so, leave me alone!"
"Bulma, before you hang up—"
"Too late." Bulma said before slamming the phone down into the cradle, dismissing what the girl had just said, she was probably just trying to make her nervous. She turned, picked up her backpack, and stalked briskly out of the room.
Her mother was downstairs fixing breakfast when Bulma got down. She kissed her mother before looking at her watch, grabbing a piece of toast and her keys, and dashing out the door.
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Once to school, Bulma met her friends in the hallway. "Hey, Chi, 18."
"Hey, Bulma, what's up," 18 asked.
"Nothing, just got a phone call from Brooke this morning. She said to watch my back because Yamcha supposedly said he was going to 'pay me a visit', today," she rolled her eyes and started toward homeroom.
"What is up with that girl? Why can't she just leave you alone?" Chichi asked disgustedly.
"She's convinced herself that Vegeta and I are going to get together. As if that's ever going to happen," Bulma answered with a giggle.
They reached the room and walked to the back, sitting down with the rest of the 'athletes'.
"Hey Bulma, I heard you and Vegeta are going to the movies together, sounds like a date." a blond cheerleader, named Courtney said, winking.
Bulma's eyes widened, "Where did you hear that?"
Courtney smiled, "Oh…around. So is it true?" She inched in closer, as Bulma turned red.
"Well, sort of."
Courtney squealed, "Really? Wow, Bulma and Vegeta's first date and I'm the first one to know!" Bulma grabbed her arm.
"Courtney, you can't say a word about this. Please, I…it's not what you think, really, so please don't say anything." It wasn't like Bulma to beg anyone for anything, but she really didn't want this getting out. It wasn't like they really were going on a date…were they?
Chichi and 18 watched with inquisitive fascination. They didn't know that Bulma and Vegeta were going to the movies by themselves. This was very interesting, indeed.
Courtney considered Bulma's plea for a moment before saying, "Okay," and walking away. Bulma eyed the girl's retreating form suspiciously, that was way too easy. She turned back to her two friends who were gaping at her.
"What?"
They looked at each other before turning back to her. "Bulma, you never told us that you and Vegeta were going to the movies, alone." 18 said with a slight smile.
"Bulma glared at the two smiling girls, "No. Stop. You guys, c'mon, it's…I—…" She sighed, not knowing what to say, or how to explain the situation to her friends, when she hardly knew what was happening herself.
She took a deep breath, "Okay. I called him and asked him if he wanted to go to the movies with us, you two, me, Goku, and Krillin, and he said yeah. So then, I called you and both of you cancelled, and Krillin said he couldn't either, so now I'm stuck with him, by myself," she whined.
The two girls sat motionless, listening to their friend. Neither one knew what to say, or what to believe. Chichi just sat, still smiling, and 18 looked suspiciously at Bulma.
"Okay, Bulma, whatever you say," 18 said, rolling her eyes. Bulma tried to explain, but they wouldn't listen. She sighed in frustration, this was going to be a bad day, she could tell already.
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1st Period Math
Bulma sighed and glanced over at Vegeta. He was writing something on a piece of paper. He looked at her and threw it when the teacher had his back turned. She eyed him apprehensively before opening it.
I thought you said it wasn't a date.
She rolled her eyes before writing back.
It's not; the others cancelled, so it's just us.
She tossed it back and watched as he read it. He looked at her questioningly before writing back and flinging it back to her.
Sure woman. All you had to do was say you wanted to go on a date.
She glared at him and stuck her tongue out. He smirked at her. She started scribbling on the paper and threw it back.
Your girlfriend seems to think that too.
She's not worth my time.
Bulma rolled her eyes, he had the biggest ego…
How did you find out anyway?
I have my ways
She crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash can, rolling her eyes and mumbling something about Courtney and her big mouth.
She sat back down and crossed her arms across her chest, playing with her nails, waiting for the bell to ring.
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Lunch
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Bulma sat down, eating and watching Vegeta and Goku, each trying to finish before the other. Bulma and 18 rolled their eyes and Chichi sniffed.
"Goku, um…you can slow down, the food isn't going anywhere," she consoled.
He looked up, his mouth stuffed with food, "huh?"
She shook her head, "Nothing," she replied.
Soon they finished and were about to get up when the speaker crackled. "Ms. Bulma Briefs, would you please come to the office? There's someone here to see you."
There was a chorus of 'ooh's as everyone turned to look at Bulma. She got up and swiftly walked down to the office.
Her shoes squeaked on the floor and she thought to herself, I wonder who that could be. She shook her head, it was probably just her mom or something, maybe a relative.
She walked into the office and was stunned at who she saw. (A/N: To stop, or not to stop…Hmm…okay, I'll go on.)
"Y—Yamcha…what are you doing here?" Bulma stuttered.
"I thought Brooke told you I was coming."
"She did, but I—I didn't think she was serious. Why are you here," She asked, eyeing distrustfully.
He shrugged, "I dunno." He paused and looked at her, "Bulma I've been hearing some things that sound…interesting." She frowned, not knowing what he was talking.
"What? What did Brooke tell you? Whatever it is it's not true."
"I hope so. She said that you and Vegeta are—"
Bulma laughed, cutting him off, "Me and Vegeta? You have got to be kidding."
He scowled, "Bulma, this is not funny. Do you even know this guy, or what he does to girls like you? Bulma, you don't know what you're—"
"Yamcha, I don't need you or Brooke barging into my life, telling me what to do and what not to do. For the last time, Vegeta and I are not getting together, and neither of us plan on it anytime soon, so you can go and tell Brooke to leave us the hell alone," she spat, her voice deathly silent.
"Now if you're finished, I have class to get to," and she turned to walk away.
"So if you two aren't getting together, why are you going on a date?" She stopped and turned slowly.
"We're not going on a date, we're just going to the movies, and it's none of your business, so just leave me alone." She was trying not to scream at him, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
"Bulma, I care about you, I don't like this guy and I don't want him to hurt you," Yamcha said, softly.
She glared at him, "Yeah, you'd know about hurting me, wouldn't you?"
Without another word, she walked to the door, pulled it open, and stalked out. This day was getting worse by the minute.
The rest of the week went pretty good, though Bulma was constantly thinking about her 'visit' from Yamcha, but she was still concerned about her 'date' with Vegeta on Saturday, that, thanks to all of the gossip had turned into 'a fifth date that they're trying to hide and say it's not because they're having a secret affair.'
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Saturday~*~*~*~*
Bulma sighed and strolled down the length of her gigantic walk-in closet. "What to wear, what to wear," she mumbled to herself.
She tried not to think about why she was trying to pick out the perfect outfit and finally decided that she was a female and that she always wanted to look good.
She sighed and finally decided on some hip hugger flare jeans and a cute t-shirt. She went downstairs and almost grabbed her keys until she realized that Vegeta was picking her up. She regretted everything now, asking him to go with her, and agreeing to let him pick her up.
All too soon she heard the horn honk. She sighed, grabbed her purse and stepped outside, but was almost blinded by the flash of cameras. She groaned, someone must have tipped the reporters.
Microphones and cameras were in her face. "Ms. Briefs, how long have you and Mr. Ouji been dating?" "Ms. Briefs, what do your parents think about this relationship?" "Ms. Briefs, when exactly did you and Mr. Ouji meet?" "Ms. Briefs—"
Suddenly, Vegeta stepped in, "Ms. Briefs is busy right now and does not need nor want to answer any of your ridiculous, ludicrous questions, so if you will excuse us, we will be going now," and with that, he slipped his arm around Bulma's waist and escorted her to his car. She shivered when she felt his hand on her, but tried not to think about it.
"Ms. Briefs—"
Vegeta turned angrily to the reporters, "I told you once and neither of us are in the mood for your stupid, questions, and if you value your lives, I suggest you all get the fuck out of here." All of the reporters backed off and Vegeta climbed into the car.
Bulma buckled her seatbelt as Vegeta sped off. After about 10 minutes, she turned to him. "Thanks, Vegeta," she said.
He kept driving, and didn't turn to her. "They're always crawling around our house, trying to get into our lives and it makes me sick, I hate all of them."
"Vegeta, it's not all that bad. I mean, they do kinda swarm you, but they're people just like us, their just trying to make a living. And when people want to know…" She chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but failing miserably.
"They're not like us. They are worthless assholes that have nothing better to do than to invade people's lives. They need to go find people who care because personally, I hate their guts."
"That's not true. They're not worthless at all. They have families and children, just like anyone else does. They just have a very interesting job, but some of them, that's the only way they can make a living." She sighed as they pulled up to the theatre.
They got out and walked in, glancing at the posters lining the wall. "So…what do you wanna see," Bulma asked, looking up at Vegeta.
"Action."
"No," she wrinkled her nose, "How about a romance," she giggled. He gave her a hell-no-there-is-no-way-I'm-going-to-see-a-sappy-romance-movie look and she put up her hands in defense, "okay, maybe not."
"How about a comedy?"
"Action."
She frowned, this was harder than she thought. "Action comedy?" she suggested.
"Fine."
"Which one?"
"How should I know?"
She sighed and turned back to the wall, "How about…ooh! Let's see Finding Nemo!" She exclaimed.
He frowned, "Hell no."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Fine, how about…ooh! Pirates of the Caribbean, or Bruce Almighty?"
"No."
"Fine then, what do you want to see, Mr. Smarty Pants?"
"That one." He pointed to The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. She raised a brow.
"That one? Yeah right!"
"Well, we're not watching Finding Nemo."
"We're not watching that!"
"Yes we are."
"Are not!"
"Are too."
"Um, excuse me," the woman at the counter asked timidly, "Do you two want tickets to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen or not?"
"Yes."
"NO! WE ARE NOT GOING TO WATCH THAT!"
"You'll have to excuse her, she has some mental problems, give us two tickets, please."
"I DO NOT HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS!!!"
Not knowing what to do the woman gave them their tickets and Vegeta paid for them, grabbed Bulma by her wrist and literally dragged her into the theatre.
"Okay, woman, this is called a Movie Theatre, this is where people watch movies. In this place, you have to be quiet, do you understand?"
The stared blankly at him, "Very funny, now give me my ticket and let's go." She snatched the ticket from his hand and they gave them to the man at the entrance.
They sat down while Bulma grumbled about guys and their stupid action movies.
After about 10 minutes Bulma screamed, "Oh yeah, she's a vampire, that's realistic."
"Shut up," Vegeta commanded. She obliged, grumbling about how they should have watched Finding Nemo.
About halfway into the movie Bulma screamed at the screen once more, "Oh yeah right, there is no way they could build an automobile in this era! That car is 20 years before it's time!"
There was a chorus of 'shh's and Bulma quieted down for a while. About 20 minutes later she started again, "Oh yeah right, they didn't even know what boats were in this time! C'mon, get real! This movie is SO UNREALISTIC!"
Some people turned around and told her to shut up, but she just flicked them off.
About 15 minutes later, she said, "OH YEAH RIGHT THERE IS NO WAY HE COULD OUTRUN THOSE BUILDINGS!"
"Woman, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to watch the damn movie," Vegeta growled. She stuck her tongue out and settled back down into her seat.
After a few more outbursts, the
movie was finally over. The two stood up and stalked out of the building.
"I hope you enjoyed the movie," the girl shouted to them as they exited the building.
"I did, thanks," Bulma smiled.
"I didn't, thanks to you," he glared at Bulma and she smiled sweetly.
"It was a stupid movie anyway. C'mon, let's go." She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door.
"Well, make sure and thank your boyfriend, he did pay."
They both stopped and turned back to the girl.
"[He's](I'm) not [my](her) boyfriend." They said in unison, then walked out the door.
Once outside, Vegeta turned to Bulma. "That was the worst waste of my time, ever," he said climbing into the car. Bulma followed suit.
"Oh, c'mon, admit it, you liked it. It was fun. Go ahead, admit it, I'm waiting."
"Well, you'll be waiting a long time, 'cuz I'm not gonna lie."
She laughed, "Okay, but next time, we're watching Finding Nemo."
He looked at her, "Next time?" She looked up.
"Huh?"
"You said next time."
"I did?"
"Yes."
"Oh, uh…I meant next time, when we go with everybody else, and maybe some other people from school, and, some teachers, maybe my parents, your parents—"
"No."
"Why not? It would be fun."
"My parents aren't going anywhere." She paused, not knowing what to say. Obviously he wasn't to fond of his parents.
"So…what are we gonna tell everybody at school? You know they were all so excited about our 'date'." She couldn't help but giggle at the thought.
He smirked, "We'll tell them that we made out in the back, then went back to a hotel and had sex until 6 in the morning."
She laughed, "Yeah right! They'll probably believe it, too! I dare you to tell them that!"
"You don't want to do that," he told her, matter-of-factly.
"And why not? What are you afraid of what people would say? That is if you'd actually do it." She knew it was a challenge and hoped that he would back down, though she knew that it probably wasn't going to happen.
"It's not if I'll do it, it's that people would actually believe it. It's not that hard to believe, especially for me." He mumbled.
"Why? Have you done something like that before?" She didn't really mean to pry, but it was almost like he was giving her an invitation to ask.
"Yes," he answered.
"Oh." She decided to keep quiet. Finally they arrived at her house and she hopped out.
"Hey, thanks, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Whatever," he replied.
She jogged up to her house, opened the door, waved, and stepped inside.
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And that's the end of chapter 7! Review, tell me what you think, next chapter, they go back to school! Did you see I attempted a little humor, there. I need some ideas for a plot for the next couple chapters, so review and tell me, or just email me and tell me. And if you want to be on my update list, just email me and let me know.
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