Hey ppl! Wassup? I'm back once again for drum roll Chapter 11! Yay! applause Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week. Lol. Okay, I'll shut up now. OoOoOoh!! You guys, I am soooo sorry for taking such a long time! I had a few viruses on my computer (6 to be exact) so I had to get that fixed. Ok, I'm REALLY gonna shut up now!! (And just 4 u guys, I made it EXTRA LONG!! AHH! This chapter almost killed me!!) And for all you Yamcha fans out there…I think you'll like this Chapter.
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Chapter 11 – "I'll do it…today."She stumbled blindly through the hallways, bumping into countless individuals as she staggered down the long passage, tears spilling from her once vivacious, sapphire eyes. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran.
She thought he had changed. She thought he liked her. She thought they had something, but obviously they didn't. She'd been trying all morning to talk to him, but he would just turn away.
She tried not to feel hurt, but she couldn't help but feel unwanted. Finally, she couldn't take it. She had burst into tears and dashed down the hall.
She found her way to the nurse's office. "I—I think I'm sick," she sniffed. The woman turned to her with a kind look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I—I…" she didn't know what was wrong. "I don't know," she finally blurted out. "I'm just…can I stay in here for a little bit, please?" She begged.
"Sure," the nurse smiled, I'll be in the other room if you need me," she said disappearing behind a door.
Bulma sat, swinging her feet, trying to catch her breath. She walked to the sink and rinsed her face, her sobs now small hiccups.
She opened the door and wandered out into the hallway, her gaze fixed on the dizzying pattern in the big, linoleum tiles. She pushed open the door and found herself in the football field.
She glanced up and saw a long figure, down at the other end. She squinted, trying to make out his face, but couldn't see.
She peeked at her watch, 12:26. Lunch was still going on. What was this guy doing out here? She decided to find out.
Vegeta was so confused. He thought he was just trying to win the bet, but now he felt as if it wasn't just that…as if there were something more to it.
He'd decided that the best thing to do for now would be to try and ignore the woman, but he found it more complicated than it sounded. She had been trying to talk to him almost constantly, and he wanted to talk to her so bad.
Well, he probably wouldn't have to worry about that anymore, she probably would never talk to him again. He had all but screamed at her to go away at lunch, and she had left the cafeteria crying.
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he had sat down, but found it hard to concentrate. Something was on his mind. Today was Thursday. He only had a week.
He stood up and walked over to where Brian, Radditz, and the other players were situated, along with the cheerleaders, at a table.
Radditz, who had seen him approach, elbowed Brian in the ribs. He turned and smirked, seeing Vegeta.
"What's up, Veg man? She didn't look too happy to me," he smirked, thinking he had a sure $50.
Vegeta had wanted to tell him he couldn't do it, but his pride wouldn't let him. He pasted a smirk on his face, "I'll do it…today. Be near her locker after school, and you'd better have my 50 bucks ready." And with that, he turned on his heel and waltzed out of the cafeteria.
Once he was out, he questioned himself, what had he just done? He couldn't do it…not today! He sighed, jammed his hands into his pockets and walked down the hall, toward the football field. He had to figure out what to do.
"Hey!" Bulma called out toward the tall figure, walking closer, "What are you doing out here during lunch?"
He ignored her, grasping the football and throwing it with all his might. She watched it sail through the air, with lightning accuracy. She smiled; he was good.
She kept walking, his figure getting more detailed with each step. She could see his face now and her smile turned into a frown.
"Oh," she growled, "It's you." She glared at him before turning to walk away.
He lunged forward, grasping her arm. "Wait," he breathed.
She tried to wrench herself from his grasp, "Oh, so all of a sudden you're talking to me?" She hissed, "Well, do me a favor—"
"Would you just listen to me?"
"No, I won't!"
"Why not?!"
"Because—" She paused, trying to think of a good reason, "I—just leave me alone," she said, wrenching her arm from his grasp. He sighed, watching her retreating figure. He had better do something before school was out, or else he'd be out of $50.00. But that's not all he would loose…
Ph. Ed
Bulma stood, her eyes glued to the small girl on the top of the two high.
She counted to three and the girl slid down to the ground.
Bulma walked over to the girl, "Okay, that was good, Jamie, but you need to bend your knees more, and bring your hands up a little more so you don't hurt yourself. That was good, though!" She praised the girl, then turned to another small group who were attempting a pyramid.
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, Mandy, put your knees here…there ya go. Okay, now you do the same thing…good. That's great, now get down a try it again." She instructed the girls then sat down on the bleachers, monitoring everything from a distance.
Chichi and 18 hadn't talked to her since the day before, but they ambled over to her anyways, sitting down on either side.
"Bulma, what's up?" Chichi asked, concern evident in her dark eyes. Bulma shook her head, looking away.
"It's nothing, I just…" her voice trailed off. 18 glanced at Chichi.
"You can tell us, B," she coaxed, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"It's Vegeta," she finally blurted out. "I…I'm so confused. I want to be mad at him, but I want to talk to him so bad. And I…I don't know…"
18 smiled knowingly, "Yeah, that was the same way I felt when…someone was acting weird." She looked at Bulma worriedly, but she hadn't seemed to notice.
"It's okay, Bulma." Chichi assured her, "You don't really want to be mad at him. Talk to him, just…" she leaned in close, "Play it off a little bit. Make him beg, but not too much."
Bulma smiled, her friend was right. "Aww, you guys are the best!" She placed an arm around both girls' shoulders, pulling them into a weird sort of half hug. "Okay, now let's go practice." They jumped up and Bulma grabbed a bullhorn.
"Okay, people, let's practice all of our cheers and routines, there's a game this weekend and I want us to be ready. And guess what…" She paused for effect, "We got our new uniforms!" She walked to the bleachers and opened a box, girls crowding on each side.
"Okay, practice is over for now. We still have a few minutes, so why not go watch the guys?" She suggested. The girls giggled and started to the other end.
Once on the other end, Courtney sat beside her, elbowing her in the ribs. "So, Bulma, what's the scoop on you and Mr. Superstar over there," she asked, motioning toward Vegeta, who was obviously the star player.
The coach was scowling, obviously bothered by the interruption the cheerleaders were causing. His players weren't concentrating on playing anymore.
"Okay, boys, c'mon. Let's play. Let's try that play one more time, but this time I want you to go more to the left a little, baldy," he said, to Krillin.
18 scowled at the comment, but let it slip, not wanting to cause too much trouble.
Bulma glanced at Courtney, rolled her eyes, then looked back to the field. Her gaze was fixed on Vegeta. They called hike and he grasped the ball, his eyes scanning the field. He spotted his man, then looked at her and winked before the ball flew from his hands.
Courtney nudged her once again, "Hmm…Bulma. Do you want to tell us something? Looks like you have an admirer."
Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink and she turned away.
The coach was really starting to get irritated, now. His quarterback and star player was showing off for his girl. "Ouji, keep your head in the game," he snapped.
Vegeta made a face and flicked the man off when he turned around. All the girls giggled and Bulma looked around with disgust.
"Ms. Briefs," the coach growled, "Would you please control your…cheerleaders." He said the word with disgust, then turned back to the game. She mimicked Vegeta, giving the man the finger as he turned. The girls burst into another fit of giggles.
"Ms. Briefs…" His fists were clenching and unclenching at her sides.
She rolled her eyes and said, "C'mon, girls, let's go." They arose with a chorus of groans, but complied anyway.
"Oh, and just to let you know," Bulma said to the burly man, "I'm not the coach. Her husband was having surgery, so she took a couple weeks off. I'm the captain, so I took over, so…you can't complain, and they can't fire me. Sorry."
Bulma smiled as she made her way to her locker, flanked on either side by Chichi and 18. They had decided to hang out in the cafeteria after school until the hallways had cleared out and were just now leaving, almost 15 minutes after the bell had rang.
"Hey, you guys, I would invite you over, but I have to work tonight. Sorry. Call me later." She smiled and went to her locker to grab her books.
She glanced down the hall and saw the football team walking down the hall. She rolled her eyes and started stuffing books into her book bag.
Vegeta spotted Bulma just where he'd thought. He took a deep breath and smirked, "Watch and learn, boys," he whispered.
He stalked up to her and leaned up against the locker next to hers, watching her every move, waiting for a chance to talk to her.
She saw him approach, and she was very aware of his presence, but she was trying to be mad at him. It wasn't very easy.
Finally she closed the door and turned to him. "What," she asked, unconcerned.
"Wanna go get some pizza tonight?"
"Can't, I gotta work."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I work Tuesdays and Thursdays, remember?" She picked up her backpack and started to walk down the hall. She wanted to roll her eyes at the large group of guys standing at the end of the hall; it was so obvious they were watching her.
"Woman, I, uh…" she stopped and looked at him, curious to what he was going to say.
"Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it."
"Just listen to me!"
"Why should I? You haven't done anything for me to—"
"Go out with me."
"I can't! I told you—"
"No. I mean…go out with me."
She looked at him, strangely for a moment, not understanding his meaning, and then she realized what he was trying to say…or…ask.
"You can't just ask me out when we're in the middle of an argument! I wasn't done yelling at you! I'm—"
"Woman…" the irritation in his voice was obvious.
"What? I said I'm not done. Anyways—"
"Yes or no?"
"Maybe—"
"Maybe?"
"Yes."
"Yes?" His raised an eyebrow.
"No!" She said, "Yes, maybe, not yes, yes."
"Huh?"
She sighed, "Fine, yes."
He was confused. "What?"
"Yes, I'll…be your girlfriend."
He smirked, "As if you could resist."
She rolled her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her softly.
"Hey, I gotta go. Call me later, okay?"
He nodded and she turned to walk away. He watched her hips sway as she walked out the door. As soon as they heard the soft metallic click as the door shut there came a chorus of congratulations from the large group.
"I almost thought she'd turn ya' down," Brian said, pulling out a fifty-dollar bill and handing it to Vegeta. He looked down at the wrinkled bill in his hands. It didn't feel right, to use her like that. He shrugged it off, and walked out.
Meanwhile
Brooke sat on the windowsill, staring outside. Why did it have to be so nice outside when she felt so gray? She had heard news of Vegeta and Bulma's dating situation within minutes of it actually happening.
Her contact had called her immediately following it. She, of course, had called Yamcha, who had then called Bulma to discuss it. He had called her back right after.
"She said I'm not in charge of her life, and she can do whatever she wants," he had told her.
"Well, did you do something? What did you do?"
"I--…nothing," he said.
She hit her forehead against the palm of her hand. "You didn't do anything?" She asked incredulously.
"What was I supposed to do?"
She couldn't believe this, he actually didn't know what to do. "Why didn't you call me and ask me? Call…our contact! Don't just do nothing! We can't let this happen! He was supposed to be mine! I won't let that bitch get my man--"
Yamcha surprised her when he said, "She's not a bitch, Brooke. She's a really nice girl. I realize that now. I only helped you because I wanted her back. I never wanted to hurt her, and I still don't…so, I guess this is goodbye."
Brooke was speechless, "W—What?"
"I said goodbye. I don't want to do this anymore. I can see that this is going too far already and I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"You can't just tell me no like that! I thought we were in this together. No one is going to get hurt, we'll just break them up. I'll get him and you'll get her and everybody will be fine."
"No, Brooke," he stated, "I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but Bulma's my friend."
Brooke was mad. She opened her mouth to say something but was greeted by the monotonous buzzing of the dial tone. She stared at the receiver in disbelief. Did he just hang up on her?
She had to find another way to split the two apart. It seemed like the harder she tried to break them up the faster they got together.
She remembered the day Bulma had told her she could have Vegeta, because she 'didn't want him'. Obviously that wasn't the case…at least not anymore.
She had gone out with Vegeta a few years back, but it hadn't lasted. He just got her into bed, then left. He was with another girl the next day. He had dismissed her like she was nothing, but she never forgot that night.
She had longed to be with him again ever since. She'd vowed to herself that she would have him again. No one could stop her. Even without Yamcha, she would have him. Even if it was the last thing she did.
Chichi and 18 sat in Chichi's comfortable living room, flipping channels on the television.
"Let's do something, Chi," 18 suggested, finally turning the appliance off. "Let's call Bulma."
They both picked up a phone and dialed her number. The first time it was busy.
Chichi looked at 18 quizzically, "How can it be busy, she has call waiting?"
18 shrugged, "Maybe somebody's trying to call at the same time we are. Let's wait a few minutes then try again."
They waited a few more minutes before dialing the all too familiar number once more.
Three rings.
Four rings.
Chichi scowled, "She's on the phone."
After a few minutes they heard Bulma's laughing voice, "Hey, sorry, I thought I had another call. Anyways, you confuse me sometimes. I thought you were mad at me. I almost fell over when you asked me out this afternoon—"
"Bulma, it's us!" 18 informed her.
"Who were you talking to?" Chichi snapped.
"Oh, hey guys, sorry. I was talking to Vegeta, but can you hold on a second?"
"No! Bulma—"
Chichi was cut off as they heard a click when she switched over. "Why is she talking to him?"
"Chichi, they're going out remember?" 18 told her friend.
"Well, I don't like it," Chichi said.
"Hey guys, I gotta go…to work! But I'll talk to you later okay? Bye!" They heard someone in the background, and both knew who it was.
Chichi started to say something but Bulma had already hung up. She glared at the phone. "She hung up on me! I can't believe she hung up on me!"
18 rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Chi, she has to go to work," she reasoned.
"18…it's only 4:30. She doesn't have to go to work until 6. Something is up." She picked up the phone and called back. No one answered.
"Why isn't she picking up? Oh my gosh! I cannot believe this!" she exclaimed.
"Why did you lie to them?"
Bulma spun around, and found herself staring into Vegeta's questioning gaze.
She shrugged and sat down on the couch. "Well, I do have to go to work, so it's technically not lying. It's more like…stretching the truth."
"Why?"
He sat down next to her.
"Well…because. I didn't really want to talk to them. All they're going to do is pester me with questions—especially Chi."
She moved closer and put her head on his shoulder. She reached over him for the remote but he snatched it before she got to it.
She gave him her puppy dog pout. "Vegeta, you got it last time."
He gave her a defiant smirk, "And I got it this time, so I get it." (Did that make sense?)
"Fine then, I don't want to watch TV," she retorted, standing up.
He reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her down into a passionate kiss.
She smiled, "Or, maybe I'll just stay and watch some TV."
Saturday
The bleachers around the long, football field were packed with people, cheering, screaming, and supporting their team.
Two lines of cheerleaders were on the side, dressed in their red and white cheerleading uniforms.
They chanted and cheered, and when the game was over, they had won by 21 points.
The girls waited outside the locker room, trying to decide where to go for they're after game celebration.
"Hey," Bulma whispered to Vegeta, placing a light kiss on his lips, as he wrapped his thick arms around her small waist. "Congratulations."
He glanced away, "It was okay. We could've done better, though,"
She wrinkled her eyebrows incredulously, "You won by 21 points!"
He shrugged.
"Well, you won, and that's all that counts, right?"
He shrugged once again. They both looked up as several of Vegeta's teammates crowded around him.
"So, Veg man where we goin'?" Radditz questioned, slapping him on the back.
Bulma glanced at the boys and grasped Vegeta's arm before he could answer.
"Sorry boys, Vegeta already has plans," she replied coyly, before pulling Vegeta away.
He glanced down at her, a smirk plastered onto his face. "I have plans, huh?"
She nodded, biting her lower lip, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let's go to my house," she suggested.
Bulma glanced up as the phone rang. She tried to get up to get it but was pushed back down by Vegeta's strong arms.
She glared at him, "Vegeta, c'mon…I have to answer the phone."
He leaned down and started trailing a line of kissed across her jawline and down her neck. "Says who," he breathed into her neck.
She managed to reach across the bed and grasp the phone. "Mmm…hello?" It was her mother. "Hi mom, where are you? Stop it!" She snapped as Vegeta began to nibble at her ear. "Mom? Oh, no not you…yeah…so, what are you guys doing? Oh gosh that tickles."
She started to say something but her mother was handing her father the phone. "Oh, hi dad…yeah…okay I guess…ooohh, right there. No, dad, it's…" she started to explain but he wouldn't hear it.
"Yeah…he's my boyfriend…well, you wouldn't know now would you?" He was starting to make her mad. Trying to enforce his rules on her when he wasn't even there! What nerve!
"Well, you know what, dad? I don't care," she stated and hung up the phone.
She turned back to Vegeta and smiled. "Now, where were we?"
He scowled, "Who was that?"
She rolled her eyes, "My dad, but I don't care."
He climbed off the bed and stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes.
"He doesn't know?" It was more of a statement than a question.
She rolled over onto her side and stared at his back, suddenly realizing how muscular he was.
She tried to sound cheerful, "It doesn't matter. He's not my boyfriend and he's not your girlfriend, right?"
No answer.
She sighed, sensing something was wrong, but not knowing just how to go about asking about it.
"Vegeta…what's wrong?"
He glanced at her before looking out the window again. He couldn't keep doing this. Pretending that he didn't feel guilty about using her like that. He just couldn't! He had to tell her, but he…he didn't know how.
"Woman…I—" He paused, not knowing exactly what to say.
She walked across the room and stood in front of him, her clear, blue eyes searching his own dark ones.
"What?"
He turned away, not able to look her in the face and lie to her. "I…"
He sat down on the bed, the words still not coming to him.
"Vegeta, what is it?"
He glanced up at her and saw the apprehension evident in her sapphire orbs. It reassured him. He hadn't even known her that long and she was still concerned about him.
"Nevermind. I—I think I'll just go home." He stood to leave but stopped when she placed a small hand on his shoulder.
"It's raining out, and—something could happen to you, and…I would just feel much better if you stayed here—at least for tonight."
"Fine."
He peeled off his t-shirt and jeans, and climbed into her bed, clad in only his boxers, as she went to the closet for her pajamas.
Unbeknownst to him, she searched her closet for something to wear.
'I know I bought one of those little short dressed from Victoria's Secret a few weeks ago, where did I put it,' she thought to herself (A/N: I don't own Victoria's Secret or those little dresses either!)
"Aha!" She whispered, finally locating the short, black and red outfit. She put on the matching bra and panties, too. Just in case.
She opened the door and ran into the bathroom, brushed her hair and her teeth, and finally reappeared outside.
She stood by the side of the bed, her hands on her hips, her gaze fixed on the large figure in her bed. His back was to her, so she couldn't see his face.
She cleared her throat to get his attention and he turned over. His eyes turned the size of plates when he saw her.
She laughed and said, "You can pick your jaw off the floor now," and climbed into the bed.
"Who said you could sleep in my bed, anyway?" She asked, scooting closer to him.
"You never said where you wanted me to stay, you just said here. So I assumed you meant here."
She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, and they both drifted off to sleep.
YAY!!! Chapter 11 is FINALLY FINISHED!! OMG!! This chapter is 15 pages!! Do you people realize how LONG it took me to do all this? OMG!! And just so you know, NO, they did not have sex.
To all my faithful (and not so faithful) reviewers, I'M SORRY!!! I really am, but I love you guys anyways!! Don't forget to Review and tell me what u think!
(To you, Suicide-greeting and your friend: Lol. Get your mind outta the gutter!! Eeew!! Lol. But would you rather me say, PUSH IT, or HIT IT, or GO AHEAD, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, or something like that? Lmao. That was just…eew.)
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