Yay! I'm back again! And it didn't take forever this time! I'm really REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry for the last few chapters being so late. I'm really really really really really really really really sorry.
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Chapter 13 - Squid
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"Hmm…'Analayze Mr. Write'…"
It was a Monday afternoon, and Bulma was lying, sprawled out across her bed, a magazine open in front of her.
It had been about three weeks since she and Vegeta had been dating. It had been a little awkward at first, but, eventually, everyone grew used to the idea.
"Vegeta, where do you cross your T's? Never mind, I can answer that…it says, 'If he crosses his T's high, above the middle of the stem, he's got killer self-confidence and always gets what he wants." She cast a glance in his direction, "That describes you perfectly."
He rolled his eyes, "Do you actually believe what those stupid magazines say?"
She obviously wasn't paying attention to him. "Let's see, your writing slants to the left….so…" she mumbled to herself. "Your guy is totally withdrawn. He doesn't express the way he feels easily, so he's more apt to buy you things to show you he likes you." She glanced up at him again, "That is so you."
She paused, flipping some pages. "Let's see, how romantic am I? No, I already know that…Here we go!" She exclaimed, "Find your dream date."
"You already have your dream date," Vegeta said smugly, a smirk plastered onto his handsome face.
" 'When you first saw your crush what was the first thing you noticed about him? His hot body or his wacky jokes?' Hmm…hot bod, definitely," she murmured to herself.
"Of course, how could you not notice me, woman?" He smirked. She just rolled her eyes.
"Okay," Bulma said to herself, "If everyone voted, which title would your guy win? Best Smile, or Most Helpful?" She pondered that for a moment, "Well, you never smile, and you're definitely not helpful, so…"
"How about Most Irresistible?" Vegeta suggested.
"No, that's me," She replied with a grin, "You'd be more…I dunno, Best Smile, I guess."
" 'Where do you usually see your dream guy at lunch time? Throwing around a Frisbee with some other guys, or sitting by himself under a tree with a guitar?' That's easy."
"What kind of guy would sit under a tree playing a guitar at lunch time?"
"Not you, that's for sure," She scrunched up her nose, "This test sure is long. Let's see, 'If your dream guy were in a movie, which part would he play? The gorgeous action hero who saves the world? Or the adorable, quirky star of a romantic comedy?"
She gazed up at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating that.
"The action star." Vegeta said.
"Well, I don't know, I'm always in for a great romantic comedy…"
"The action star."
"Fine. Okay, last question. 'When you imagine going on your dream date, where does your guy take you, to a nice restaurant for a candlelit dinner, or to the planetarium for some stargazing? What? The planetarium? That is not a date!"
"What did you get?" Vegeta questioned.
" 'The Heartthrob, 'Your ideal date has to be a total hottie! Whether it's his dazzling smile, sparkling eyes, or buff bod, your dream date is a guy who's as close to perfection as a boy can get. But remember, looks aren't everything. Before you go judging a boy by his cover, get to know him a little…especially if he's gorgeous.' "
"Like me," Vegeta put in with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
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She heard a knock on the door. "Who--?"she asked, then she remembered, "Oh that's right, Chichi and 18 said they wanted to tell me something. "I'll be right back," she said, before walking out the door and down the stairs.
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Chichi and 18 looked at each other. They had been trying for weeks to decide how to tell their friend what they had heard. They couldn't just let her go on in the dark. They had to tell her, even if it hurt her, she would eventually thank them.
18 took a deep breath, "Ready to break her heart, Chi?" She asked solemnly.
Chichi looked at her, "I feel so bad, but…yeah. She has to know."
Just then the door opened. Bulma smiled, "Hey guys, come on in." Her exuberance only made them feel more remorseful for doing what they knew they would have to do.
She escorted them into the living room and they all sat on the couch. A frown formed on Bulma's beautiful face.
"You guys, what's wrong?" She asked, concern lacing her silvery voice.
Chichi took a deep breath, "Well, Bulma…there's something we have to tell you."
Chichi looked at 18 and after a long pause she spoke up. "Bulma, we…just know that we're telling you this because we're your friends, not because we want to hurt you."
"You guys," Bulma was getting impatient, "What is it? Just tell me!"
Chichi took a deep breath. "Well, Goku overheard Brian talking to someone, he wasn't sure who, he said it sounded like a girl, though. Anyways, he was saying something about—"
"It was a bet, Bulma." 18 choked. There, she said it.
She was confused, "Wha—What are you talking about?" She questioned.
Chichi sighed, "Brian made a bet with Vegeta that he would give him fifty dollars if he could get you to go out with him in a week." She explained.
Bulma was stunned for a moment. She heard the floor creak, and looked up to see Vegeta coming into the room.
She pretended not to notice him. "When…How long did you know about…you know?"
"A couple weeks." Came Chichi's reply.
"You knew all that time and didn't tell me?" She wasn't mad, just…disappointed and desolate.
"We were trying to figure out how. We didn't mean to keep it from you, Bulma, we just didn't want to hurt you," 18 consoled her friend.
Vegeta entered the room and sat next to Bulma. She flinched, visibly when his arm brushed against hers.
Chichi and 18 felt the tension in the room and decided it was best they make their exit.
"Well, Bulma, we're gonna get out of here. Call if you need anything. I'm serious, Bulma, I want you to call me, okay?" Chichi made sure Bulma knew exactly what she wanted her to do.
"Yeah, okay, Chi. See ya."
They both walked out the door. Bulma listened to the soft squeak as it closed. She waited a moment before turning to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, I—"
"I know." He stood up and gazed out the window. "I—"
She smiled, "It's okay. I understand that you're totally withdrawn and don't express your feelings well." She grinned even wider, "See, my magazines are right, sometimes."
He gave her a weird look, why was she acting so…nice?
The smile fell from her face. "Well, if you're wondering, I'm not mad. If anything, I'm actually…glad that you made the bet." She paused to let it sink in.
"I mean, think about it, you're the most stubborn person I've ever met, and…well, you would've never asked me out, so…in a way it's actually a—…good thing."
She paused to think; what was wrong with her? She was just feeling, so…she didn't know.
She stood up and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around her and they shared a passionate kiss. They both were so taken, neither noticed the door creak as it opened, and two very stunned people entered the room.
"Bulma!"
She spun around, recognizing the voice immediately.
"Mom? What?" She was speechless.
Mrs. Briefs had a gigantic smile on her face. She stalked across the floor and encompassed her daughter in a huge hug.
"Honey it's so good to see you. We missed you." Her eyes landed on the handsome figure, seemingly for the first time.
"I must admit, though, the sight of my daughter kissing some stranger in my living room isn't quite what I thought I'd see when I got back, though." She whispered.
"Well, Bulma, introduce us," she commanded.
"Umm, mom, dad, this is my…boyfriend, Vegeta. Vegeta, meet mom and dad." She said shyly.
"Speak up, dear, it's not becoming of you to talk so soft," her mother coaxed.
"Mother," she hissed.
Her father spoke up for the first time, "Hello, Vegeta, it's nice to meet you," he said, stepping into the living room and extending his hand. "We've heard plenty about you since we've been on our trip."
Vegeta shook the man's hand, trying to be polite.
"Speaking of which, where did you guys go on your trip?" Bulma spat.
"Not now, dear, we have company," her mother told her.
Vegeta spoke up, "I was leaving anyways."
"Pick me up, tomorrow?" Bulma asked. He nodded and stepped out the door.
There was a quietness throughout the house for a moment before Mrs. Briefs spoke up.
"He's…cute, but…doesn't talk much, does he? I don't like him."
"Mother," Bulma wined, "You don't even know him!"
"Really, dear," her father said, "He's very successful, and he would be able to sustain himself and our daughter were they to marry."
"Dad!"
"Really, though," her mother stated, "He's much too old for you, Bulma."
"Only a year."
"Still…"
"You are impossible to please!" She shouted, thundering out of the room and up to her room.
"Bulma, you're much too old to be throwing these fits. I do believe it's time you grow up, dear." Her mother shouted after her.
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Tuesday
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"My parents wouldn't tell me where they went, my mom said not infront of our 'company.' I don't think he made a very good impression, though," Bulma was telling Chichi and 18 in Math class, Tuesday morning. "…But then again, my mother will always have a problem with everything I do, so..."
The bell rang to signal the beginning of the class. Bulma, Chichi, and 18 all turned around in their seats, facing the front.
About ten minutes after that, Vegeta strolled into the class, sitting at his desk.
"Mr. Ouji," the teacher said with a slight smile, "Nice of you to join us."
"I wouldn't if it was up to me." Came his smart reply.
"Well, it's not up to you, now would you please turn to page 57?"
"What if I don't want to?"
Bulma sent him a warning look, but he just smirked. He was such a smart ass.
"Mr. Ouji, turn to page 57." It was more of a command this time, but Vegeta paid it no heed.
He took his time taking out his book and flipping through it. There were snickers coming from every corner of the room.
"What page was that, again?"
"I'll show him," Bulma volunteered.
"Thank you, Ms. Briefs. Now, where was I?" He turned back to the board and picked up where he had left off.
Bulma snatched his book and turned to the right page. "You just had to do that, now didn't you? Just had to give everyone something to laugh about?"
He smirked, "That's what I do, woman."
She threw the book at him and turned back to her work.
At lunch, Bulma was sitting at their usual table when Vegeta came to sit next to her. She looked him up and down.
"Vegeta, I'm mad at you." She stated, her nose pointed into the air.
"For what?" He asked, his mouth full of food.
"That little stunt you pulled this morning. I didn't find that funny at all."
He swallowed the large lump of food in his mouth and turned to her. "Woman, don't be like that."
He leaned over to kiss her, but she turned away. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her neck.
"You know you want me," he said in between kisses.
She gave him a look. What an ego this guy has, she thought to herself.
"Gosh, you guys, get a room," 18 said with disgust.
"Really!" Chichi agreed, "Not in the cafeteria!"
"I'm sorry."
Goku almost choked on the food he was eating, and 18 spit out her juice all over the counter. None of them could believe what they just heard...except, of course, for Chichi, who was complaining about how disgusting that just was, and commanding 18 to clean up her mess.
She was taken aback. Did Vegeta just apologize? To her? Wow, he was changing!
"What did you say?" She questioned.
"You heard me, and I'm not saying it again." He replied.
"Aww, Veggie!" She threw her arms around him. There was a chorus of 'aww's and they looked around to find almost everyone staring at them.
"A lot of privacy we have," Bulma mumbled. She turned back to Vegeta and kissed him.
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"What are you doing here?" Vegeta spat through clenched teeth as he opened the door to his apartment. He hadn't been expecting this unwanted visitor.
"I came to bring Sid. He wanted to stay with you for a while." The stranger said.
"I'm not the kid's dad."
"Well, you're his brother, so, I'll be back in two weeks--"
"Yeah, well, do us both a favor and don't come back." He seethed.
"Well, I can't do that. He's in the car. I'll send him in and get his stuff."
"Whatever."
He saw the small boy get out of the car slowly. When he saw Vegeta, he ran to the door, hugging him tightly.
"I miss you, Vegeta," he breathed. Vegeta ran his fingers through the boy's long, dark hair, his eyes glued to the figure outside.
After a few moments the person came back. "Well, this is all of his stuff…you know, it wouldn't kill you to help me."
"Yes it would," he snapped, taking the girl's things. "Now get out."
"Well, it's nice to see you, too."
He watched as the small, blue car drove off.
He turned to the small boy emerging from his bedroom. "Wow, Vegeta, your bed is big! Can I have a big bed like that, too?"
"Sure, kid."
The boy smiled and crossed his arms across his small chest, mimicking Vegeta's own stance.
"Vegeta, I'm Squid, not kid."
He sighed; it was going to be a long night.
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Bulma struggled up the stairs and flopped down on her bed, tired. She was almost asleep when her phone rang.
"Who is this, calling me?" she wondered aloud as she picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
No one answered. There was only the faint sound of the person breathing on the other end.
"Hello?" She said again, "Who is this?"
"Who is this?" The voice sounded juvenile, so she guessed it was a prank call.
"Well, who is this?"
"I asked you first," came the other voice.
"No you didn't."
She heard someone in the background shouting something to the small child on the phone. She recognized that voice!
"Vegeta?"
"You know him? What's your name?"
"Well, what's your name?"
"You tell me first," the child replied.
"Fine," Bulma caved, "I'm Bulma. What's your name?"
"I'm Squid."
"Squid?" Bulma questioned.
"Yup. My real name's Sid, but…I like squid better. I'm Vegeta's little brother."
"Vegeta has a brother?"
"Yup." There was a pause on the other line for a moment before Squid spoke up, "You're Bulma, right?"
"Yes," she replied, "Why, did Vegeta say something about me?"
"Well, sometimes, but usually he talks about someone called 'the woman'," Squid replied.
"Does he really?" Bulma asked with a smile. She liked this kid.
"Yup."
She heard some yelling in the background and then Vegeta picked up the phone. "Who is this?" She heard him growl.
"Aww, Vegeta, I didn't know you talk about me at home!" She cooed.
"Woman? What are you—"
"And how come you never told me you had a little brother?"
There was a pause before he said, "I didn't know."
She was confused, "What?"
"I didn't know…but that involves a lot of stuff I really don't want to talk about."
"Oh, okay." She replied, not wanting to push him, or pry. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then."
He didn't even say goodbye, just hung up the phone.
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Yay! That's the end of chapter 13! Isn't that great! Now, we have another sibling that no one knew about. I know, you probably have all these questions, but, you'll just have to wait until next time! Have fun, Review, and Don't Forget to Flush!
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