Football Chapter 9: Questions, a dragon ball z fanfic

HEY!! Yup, I'm back! I'm really, really sorry for the last chapter, but, here's the next one. Hope you'll enjoy!

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Disclaimer: *sigh* must we do this every chapter? I don't own any of it, I just make up the story and you guys read it. Got it? Good.

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Chapter 9 – Questions

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Bulma sat awkwardly in the cozy chair, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She looked across the table at Vegeta. He had an anxious look on his face and she asked him, "Vegeta, what's wrong?"

He gazed into her eyes and slipped from his seat.

"I—I can't wait any longer to do this," he declared. She glanced around the elegant restaurant and scratched below her ear nervously.

"Vegeta, what are you doing?" she whispered.

He sank to his knees and took one of her hands in his. "Bulma…" He produced a small, black velvet box from his pocket. He flipped it open to reveal a ring.

She gasped at its exquisiteness, and finally realized what was happening. "Vegeta—I…"

"Bulma," he said, "…will you marry me?"

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Bulma sat up in her bed. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. It was a dream. It was all a dream. She heaved a sigh of relief as reassurance flooded her. She glanced at her clock and cursed. If she didn't hurry, she would be late for school.

After taking a very quick shower, slipping on some clothes, brushing her teeth, doing her make-up and hair, she fixed a light breakfast and was on her way out the door when she saw a note on the refrigerator door. She snatched it up quickly and read it on her way to her car.

Bulma,

Your father and I had to go on a trip. We're sorry we didn't get to tell you in person, but Maria said it was urgent and we needed to get there as soon as possible. We should be back in a few weeks.

Love you lots,

Mom and Dad

Bulma crumpled up the note and tossed it over her shoulder as she climbed into the car. With a screeching of tires, she sped off to school. She was fuming. She hadn't really noticed her parent's absence, even though the note was dated a few days ago. She supposed she was preoccupied with her personal issues.

But still, they should've called by now. They should've had a better understanding of what issue it was that required their immediate attention. Maria wouldn't just tell her dad that he had to go to a meeting right away, she was a better secretary than that.

She frowned and pressed the accelerator harder, if she didn't get to the school in…she glanced at her watch…2 minutes she would have to stay after school.

"Mr. Jorgenson is such a fag," she mumbled, "Why do I have to be late today?"

She pulled up to the school parking lot with 20 seconds to spare. She ran through the hallway and was just in the door when she felt someone take hold of her arm and pull her aside.

She turned angrily to her assailant and found herself hypnotized by his shadowy eyes.

"Vegeta, what do you want," she asked, glancing at the door to the classroom.

"I can't go Sunday night," he said, still gripping her arm. "I—I have to do something,"

She rolled her eyes, and watched helplessly as the Mr. Jorgenson closed the door, saying, "You should be in class by now."

"WE WERE GETTING TO CLASS BUT YOU CLOSED THE DOOR YOU DUMB—"

"As soon as you stop yelling, he'll probably let you in," Vegeta said calmly. (Get it? Dumb AS?? Lol! Just a little of my stupid humor there. ^__^)

She sighed and slid down the locker until she sat on the floor. "You made me late for homeroom just to tell me that?" She asked, "You could have told me that later."

He took a seat next to her and shrugged. She turned to him and realized exactly how hard this was for him.

"Well, I think I'm free on Wednesday night," she said finally.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay."

"Why not today?"

"I gotta work on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence as they sat before Bulma spoke up again.

"How come you're so interested in me, all of a sudden," she asked seriously.

He turned to her, a somber look in his eyes. "I—"

"Bulma!" They both turned and saw no one other than Brooke walking down the hall.

She sighed, "Brooke, what are you doing here?"

She sniffed, disregarding the question and turning to Vegeta. "What are you doing not only sitting, but you're also talking to…" she cast a look over her shoulder at Bulma, "her."

He stood up and was right in her face. "I don't know who the hell you think you are coming up in here disturbing our conversation."

She smirked playfully, "But Vegeta, what about us?"

He glared warningly, "There is no us."

She rolled her eyes, "Vegeta, there's no use denying it. We've always been perfect for each other. She's just trying to separate us. Don't fall for her."

"She's a lot better than you."

Brooke gasped. Bulma just sat where she was, silently watching the exchange.

The girl flipped her shoulder length hair over her shoulder, "Well, we'll talk later," she said stalking away.

"No, we won't talk later," he called after. She just kept walking.

Bulma stood up, "Vegeta…I—"

The bell rang and students poured into the halls. Chichi and 18 caught Bulma by the arms.

"Bulma, where were you? We were waiting for you," Chichi said, but Bulma wasn't listening. Her gaze was caught on Vegeta.

Radditz, Brian, and some other guys on the team were dragging him away. His eyes caught hers, but he couldn't form any words. They were dragged in the opposite directions.

~*~*~*~ Lunch ~*~*~*~

Bulma sat at the table, chatting with her friends. "I don't know what's up. He's been acting all weird, and I haven't seen him since this morning," she told them.

Chichi and 18 shrugged sympathetically, Krillin didn't know what to say, and Goku was too engulfed in his food to even notice she was talking.

Chichi glanced at him. "Goku, can't your food wait just a few minutes? Bulma's talking."

He looked up, "Huh?"

She shook her head, "Nevermind." He shrugged and went back to eating. Bulma glanced up and saw Radditz waiting in line.

"I'll be right back," she mumbled, walking up to him. She tapped him on his shoulder, "Radditz?"

He turned around, "Huh? Oh…hey," he said.

"Hey, um…have you seen Vegeta," she asked, hopefully.

He shrugged, "Oh, yeah," he said, "he had to run home to get something."

She looked at him suspiciously, "he wasn't in Math this morning…"

"Uh…he wasn't feeling good."

She walked around in front of him. "Okay, Radditz. Obviously you're lying, so spill."

He looked around, "I—I dunno what happened—"

"Radditz," she said in a warning tone.

"Okay, okay…he—he got a phone call, something about his dad, so he went home. That's all I know, I swear."

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you," she said before walking out of the cafeteria, and out of the building.

She hopped into her car and started toward Vegeta's house before she questioned herself. Why was she going to his house? She pulled off into the parking lot of a Mc Donald's, realizing that she didn't know exactly where his house was.

She sighed and decided to grab something to eat before going back to school, she'd probably just call him when she got home.

She walked in and leaned on the counter for a moment, waiting for someone to come take her order.

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Vegeta was confused. After he and Bulma and Brooke's little "conversation", Brian and Radditz had started questioning him. Why were they out in the hallway alone? What were they doing? How much longer would it be?

Was this really part of his plan?

He hadn't had a real answer for all of them, so he had feigned arrogance and secrecy. He started questioning himself. He found it more than a little unsettling, himself, how close he was getting to the woman. He had made excuses that it was part of his 'plan', but he really knew that it was more than that.

He had tried to keep himself from being too friendly to her from the beginning, but he'd found it more than challenging, and when the guys had suggested this, well…he'd been more than happy to prove it to them. He knew that he really had been waiting for this chance, but didn't really want to ask her.

He'd made up something about having to go home, and had left school. Something inside him just had him twisted up in knots. What could it be, he wondered. Right now he had no idea what it was.

He had gone home, and watched TV for a while, before deciding to go get something to eat. He'd gone to McDonald's and was astonished to see the woman. He'd debated on what to do, before deciding that he wasn't going to be out of $50.

He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. "You found me," he whispered into her ear.

She turned around, surprised to see him. "I—I wanted to talk to you—"

"Um…ma'am?" She turned to see a kid standing behind the counter, blushing.

She smiled, "Um…I'll take a number…" She swatted at Vegeta's hand as he played with her hair, "a number…4…with some…would you quit?" The kid looked up and she quickly corrected him, "No, not you."

He looked at her expectantly, "Umm…you know what, I think I'll change that to a number 7…stop that!" He looked up again and she corrected him once more, "Sorry. I just…hey! That tickles!" She slapped Vegeta's hand away and tried once more, "And can I get some…you're really getting on my nerves." He looked up in surprise and she rolled her eyes.

She stood up straight, "You know what, just forget it, we'll just…go." She grabbed Vegeta's hand and they walked out the door.

Once outside, he started laughing. She turned to him, "That was not funny!"

"Yes it was!"

"No it wasn't!"

"Yes it was you should have seen your face…" he went on and on. She pondered slapping him, but told herself that he was finally starting to like her, she didn't want to do anything too harsh. She smirked as an idea popped into her head; why not surprise him?

He stopped talking and glared at her warily, "What?"

She smiled sweetly, "Nothing."

He eyed her apprehensively before a smirk appeared on his face. "That was funny, though."

"No it wasn't!"

"Was too."

"Was not!"

"Was—" She threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. This time, it was his turn to be surprised. He smirked against her lips and deepened the kiss. She pulled away.

"Was not."

He rolled his eyes. "Hey, let's get outta here," he suggested.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Your place?"

She glanced at her watch, "You know we're missing school, right?"

"Who cares," he replied, flippantly.

She shrugged, "I don't."

"Alright then,"

She smiled, "My house it is."

He made a sweeping motion, "Lead the way."

She climbed into her car and escorted him to her house, then gave him a grand tour of the place.

"…and this is my room," she sighed, flopping down on her bed. He glanced around the large room and sat down on the edge of the bed. They sat there for a few moments before Vegeta started thinking.

What am I thinking? I only have a week. Let's get some action.

He smirked evilly and positioned himself over her. He caressed her lips with his own. Her arms slithered up around his neckline and interweaved themselves into his tousled locks.

The tempo accelerated and he found himself craving more. He took off his shirt and started on hers. She groaned and replaced it. He started fumbling with the buttons on her jeans. She pushed his hands away.

She finally broke the kiss to breathe, "Vegeta—we cant."

"Why not," he questioned.

"Because! People will talk," she replied.

"They don't have to know."

"But they'll find out! We can't do this—not now."

"Fine." He rolled to the other side of the bed and sat up, still shirtless. She sat up as well, staring at his bare back. She slid over to him and took a seat beside him, wrapping her arm around his midsection, wanting to let him know it was alright. Wanting to feel him, to hear him, to smell him, hoping it wouldn't be the last time.

He glanced sideways at her before wrapping his arm around her small frame, and there they sat.

They were interrupted by the phone ringing. She stood to answer it but he grabbed her hand, staring into her cerulean eyes. She smiled and answered the phone.

"Hello," she said tiredly, running a hand through her hair, "Oh, hey Chi, what's up?" A pause. "Oh, really, that's cool…I've been—" she glanced at Vegeta with a hint of a smile playing on her beautiful face, "…around. Yeah. Oh, I would, but I gotta work tonight. I'm…busy tomorrow, yeah. Okay, see you later then."

She placed the phone back in its cradle and walked back to the bed. She stood in front of him, and said looked at her watch.

"I do have to get to work soon, you know that, right?"

He shrugged and she smiled. "…but I do still have some time…"

He smirked, "What did you have in mind."

She grinned mischievously, "Oh…I don't know…"

"Well, then I'll go."

She almost wanted to stop him, but she—she just couldn't. "A—alright then," she said, walking him to the door.

He stepped outside and turned to leave, but gave her one last kiss before leaving. She watched as he climbed into the car and drove off. She felt…weird, like she felt jumpy, and tense, and nervous…

She tried to shrug it off, but still felt something…she couldn't place it. She sat down on the couch and decided to watch some T.V. before going to work. It seemed like every channel she turned to there was some romance or someone kissing, it was making her sick. She clicked it off and decided to listen to the radio.

She turned it on and listened to the song.

Couldn't feel much better
Than the way
I feel tonight
Feel like I
Could live forever
Feel like I
Could fly
When I thought
I'd get it wrong, yeah
You somehow
Make things right

She scowled and changed to another station.

That's the way
You make me feel
Better than
I've ever known it
Better than
It's ever been
I can't seem
To control it, no
The way you make me feel
Like the sun coming up
In the morning
Like holding the world
In your hands
In a way I could
Never imagine (yeah)
The way you
make me feel

"Gosh," she mumbled, flipping the station once again.

I couldn't feel much better
Than when
I'm here with you
You make everything
Seem so easy
I'm telling you the truth
You never try
To please me
But somehow
You always do

She growled under her breath. "Make it stop!" she screamed, and changed once again.

Once in everyone's life
You know a feeling has to grow
And you may be having a bad time
And you really shouldn't let it show
You're taking a risk, but it doesn't matter
'Cuz you know, you know that it's real
I can't conceal the way that I feel
I can't conceal the way, the way that I feel
How many times have I told you
Oh, I adore you
And if it meant anything at all
I'd do anything for you
But it's too late and I know I'm making
A fool, a fool of myself
But I can't conceal the way that I feel
I can't conceal the way, the way that I feel

"Ahh!" She screamed, changing once more.

Never imagined, something just happened
The first time that I saw you
I'm feeling indescribable
Your so desirable, and I aint gon' lie to you

I've been trying to show you, I don't know how to tell you
But baby its from my heart
Something that's been there right from the start

She sighed and decided to just listen to the rest of the song.

I got myself thinking, bout my decision
Whether to let you know
I'm feeling that connection, same infatuation
I jus got to let you know

I get weak in the knees, then I cant hardly speak
and I don't want to fall apart
It is something that was there from the start

Ill never do you wrong, that's why I sing my song
To let you know, that ill be there
Til' the end, til' the end

The song faded out and she clicked the radio off quickly. She put on her uniform and climbed into the car. She reached for the radio then recoiled her hand hastily. She tried to block out the words to the songs, but they kept playing over and over in her head…

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Vegeta sat in his living room, wondering what to do. He contemplated ordering a pizza, just to see her again, but then he decided not to. What was he thinking? Was this part of his plan?

He had to admit that he hadn't really expected her to be so friendly and let him into her house. Neither did he expect her to be so…alluring, so…captivating. He felt like…like he was really falling for her.

He shook his head, no…he couldn't be falling for her. That just didn't happen to him, maybe other people, but not him. Other people would do just about anything for her, but not him.

He was different. He wanted to be different. He tried to be different. He wished he was different. He didn't want to be different. He wanted to do just about anything for her. He wanted to…no he didn't.

He was fooling himself; setting himself up for heartbreak. He had heard what women do. They use you and manipulate you, then break your heart. They tell you they love you, and make you believe that everything's okay, when really…they can't stand you.

He sniffed and walked into his room to go to bed. He would stick with his plan, and he would prove to everyone that he could get anyone, including her. He would show them just what he was made of. He would show them who he was.

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*smiles* Hey! That was great, wasn't it? Looks like both Veggie and Bulma have some feelings for each other, don't they. This is fun. Well, I guess I'll stop now. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!

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