Last time:
"Thanks."
Bulma hung up the phone and leaned back against her headboard. Slowly she pulled up her shirt and spread her hands across her soon-to-be-swollen belly. In six and a half months she'd be a mother, and she was no more prepared to tell Vegeta he'd be a father.
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"Are you leaving me, Vegeta!?" Bulma screamed, hastily jerking her shirt over her head.
He didn't respond as he dressed himself.
"Answer me!" She scrambled off the bed, shoving him and nearly knocking him over as he tried to slip on his boots.
"I'm doing what I have to!" he snapped.
"Bullshit!" In her fury she accidentally knocked over her bedside lamp, and the bulb shattered when it hit the floor, the metal of its frame clanging noisily. If those in her house had not woken from the yelling, then surely that had done it.
Vegeta grabbed her by the arms and jerked her forward.
"I'm going now before I have a chance to hurt you," he hissed, then shoved her back onto the bed.
"Too late," was the last thing he heard before he shut the door and left.
She stared at the door for a moment, confused and still quite dazed from the incident. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes, when she noticed something cold and metal under her hand; Vegeta's long silver chain with the dime-sized pendent bearing a winged dragon. Even as one of his biggest fans from the beginning of Green Dragon, Bulma had never known about the necklace. He hadn't been wearing it two nights ago at the New Year's Eve party, and when she'd inquired as to why, he snapped that he just picked it up from the shop for repairs and cleaning. Clearly it was very important.
She slipped it on over her head and tucked it in her shirt, before curling into a ball and falling asleep to the sound of the morning birds' songs.
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Bulma sighed deeply and shook her head to clear her thoughts. She reached into her sweater and pulled out the dragon necklace, satisfied that it was still on her, then hid it again. Vegeta still didn't know that the reason he couldn't find his precious necklace was because she still had it from that night in the beginning of their relationship. She'd kept it as a reminder that he could snap at any moment. Needless to say, he crawled back into bed a few hours later and they never mentioned it again.
"You look tired," Mrs. Briefs said as she took a seat across from her daughter at the kitchen table. "Did you not sleep well?"
"I'm fine," Bulma sighed. "Vegeta's coming by today, so I'm a little on edge."
"Vegeta? My, are you two—"
"No, I'm still stewing in my anger, but I realized that I couldn't stay mad forever when we're bringing a child into this world. I refuse to raise a son or daughter in an environment where their parents are at each other's throats all the time…I figure that in time we can be friends again, like him and 18. In the mean time, however, I'm just going to work on not cracking my teeth when his name is mentioned."
"Well," her mother said with a bright smile. "I'm very proud of your maturity in the situation…Have you told him about the baby yet? Or is that why he's coming by?"
"No I haven't, and yes I will. I hope."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck." She looked over Bulma's shoulder at the clock. "What time will he be here?"
"Ten," Bulma groaned.
"He should be here any minute."
"I know…Where are you going?" she asked, noticing that her mother was dressed up slightly.
"You mentioned that you've been spending some time with Vegeta's mother, so I thought I should get to know her, too. We're having breakfast downtown, then going shopping for the afternoon. Please tell Vegeta I said hello."
"Will do." Mrs. Briefs stood and kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek.
"I hope everything works out for you, dear."
"Me too…"
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"Excuse me," Bulma said, covering her mouth. "Eggs don't agree with me." Vegeta looked up from his plate and grunted, then went back to shoveling in food. He'd been there for twenty minutes already, and they'd hardly said two words to each other. She was about to try to spark conversation, ease herself into bringing up the baby, when that all too familiar sensation started creeping up her throat. Quickly she dashed to the sink, just in time to expel her breakfast down the drain.
"Kami, woman," Vegeta said. He stood and walked over to her, placing a warm hand on the small of her back. She turned on the water and ignored his hand, telling herself over and over that if she didn't let some things slide they'd never be on good terms. "What did your mother do to those eggs?"
"Nothing," Bulma laughed forcefully. She wiped her mouth and leaned against the sink. Now was the perfect time to tell him. "Look, Vegeta—"
"What in Kami's name do you have around your neck?" Vegeta hissed, pulling the necklace into view. It must have come partially out when she leaned over the sink. "You've had this the entire time?" He pulled it roughly over her head and fastened it around his neck. "How dare you—"
"How dare I what? Keep some stupid hunk of cheap silver?" she snapped back. "I'm so sorry! It's not something like cheating, that's forgivable. I kept your dumb necklace that you were careless enough to leave at my house."
"It isn't stupid and it isn't cheap," he said through his teeth. "And you had no right to take it."
"And you had no right to hurt me, but things happen. Deal with it."
For a long while they were silent, both standing straight, their arms crossed rigidly over their chests. Cold black eyes pierced fiery blue eyes until neither could stand it any longer and looked away. Bulma walked over to the table and cleared the dishes in silence, while Vegeta watched her intently, knowing something was different, but not being able to figure what.
"Ok, this is a horrible way to start," Bulma said, turning to Vegeta. "There's a reason you are here, and it isn't to fight with me all day. We need to drop the bullshit and make amends. This fighting isn't going to work. I…" But she trailed off, remembering that he still didn't know about the baby. "I'm not happy being mad all the time."
"I don't understand why you want to make up so badly. When are we going to see each other? A handful of days out of a year, tops. I only agreed to come because if I didn't the vein in 18's forehead would have exploded."
Bulma laughed despite the seriousness of the conversation. She missed being this way with him so badly. Just spending time together, the way they had in Europe. She laughed again, this time louder, recalling another conversation she and Vegeta had had.
"What's so funny?"
"Us," she sighed. "Didn't I tell you that the moment you were in my bed we'd go down hill? And look, we're at rock bottom."
"Bravo," Vegeta scoffed. "You're never wrong."
"Oh stop. Loosen up. I'm the one who's supposed to be all tense and angry, not you. You're supposed to crack the jokes and piss ME off. That's how this cheating thing works. You should know that."
"I usually don't see the girl ever again."
"True. But we can't avoid each other, just like I couldn't avoid Yamcha. It was inevitable that we would become friends again, even if he did cheat on me."
"Your ex cheated on you?" Vegeta baulked. "Was he insane?"
"Umm…Excuse me? Vegeta, YOU cheated on me too."
"I know," he said, rolling his eyes, "but I am insane. What Average Joe cheats on someone like you? Granted you're a little plain, but it works for you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I'm still pissed at you."
"At me? For what?"
"You took my necklace."
"Kami," Bulma sighed, heading for the door. "I can't win."
"No, you can't." Vegeta followed suit, walking beside her into the living room, where they sat unusual close on the couch. "What movie?"
"How do you know we're not going to watch TV?"
"Because," he said, looking over at her and fighting the urge to kiss her, "I know you, and you hardly watch TV…What movie?"
"Braveheart," she said. She turned to him too, knowing that if he curtains weren't pulled closed he would see the blush on her cheeks. Why couldn't she stop wanting him when she knew he was completely wrong for her? For anyone.
"Braveheart? What a perfect way to start the day."
"I thought so. I need to see a little blood and guts to get the thought of murder off my mind."
"Funny woman, very funny."
"I know," she sighed, easing into her place and pressing play on the VCR remote. "That's why you love me."
And, to her utter surprise, his eyes stayed on hers until the movie started rolling and he didn't say a word. At first she thought he might kiss her, and she honestly couldn't convince herself that she wouldn't let him, but when he didn't she couldn't even begin to guess what was on his mind.
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"Tell me everything," 18 demanded frantically.
"Well hello to you too," Bulma laughed.
"Sorry…Tell me."
"Alright, alright. Kami. Calm down. He just left five minutes ago. He'll definitely be back in time to hit the road."
"Well I guess its safe to say you didn't kill each other."
"Of course not. 18, I said I was going to make an honest effort and I did. We had some breakfast, watched a movie, and tinkered in my lab until he left. I helped him make a dragon egg lighter that cracks open at the top."
"You can make those?" 18 asked, completely baffled. She really was a genius.
"I could make those when I was eight. It's really cool looking though, 'cause the only scrap pieces I had were small and silver so it looks like a bionic egg or something. I think I'll make another one I like it so much."
"Great, but Bulma, I didn't hear you say you told him about the baby."
"I know," she sighed. "That's because I didn't."
"But—"
"Hey, you said until I show and I'm a month and a half from showing, so give me a break. It's not like I didn't try. I even threw up in the kitchen sink at breakfast, so I had the perfect set up."
"But?"
"But he saw the necklace I was wearing and got mad, and I totally forgot about telling him."
"Necklace? What—Bulma Briefs! You're the one who had his dragon necklace?"
"He left it at my house after a stupid fight. I was mad so I didn't give it back right away. And then he cheated on me so I didn't see a reason to ever give it back."
"Damn, he was ranting about that thing forever. Thank Kami he has it back. I just hope his mother doesn't find out you had it."
"His mother? Why would she care?"
"It wa—Hey, I got to get going. I promised Krillin I'd call him tonight. I'll talk to you later."
"Hey, wait—" But she was met with a click and silence. She hung up the phone and frowned. There was something special about that necklace, and she planned to find out.
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Bulma walked briskly through the crowd of students to catch up to him as he headed for the parking lot. A second before his foot hit the pavement, she grabbed his arm and spun him around, smiling warmly up at him.
"Kiss me," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes quickly darting across the street where a suspicious black car was parked. Omezo shrugged and wrapped his arms around her petite waist, pulling her close until their lips touched for the first time. They held together for a sufficient amount of time, then Bulma pulled back and said, "Great. I think the reporter got that."
"What reporter?" Omezo asked, looking around. "I don't see anyone."
"He's gone now. He was in a black car across the street over there." She pointed to where the car had been.
"How did you know he was there?"
"Because I called him and told him to be there."
"But isn't the point of this—whatever it is—to make everyone believe we're actually together. Wouldn't calling the papers tip them off?"
"Not if I call from a payphone and disguise my voice. I've done it before to send reporters on a wild goose chase so I could go out with Yamcha in peace." She shrugged and took a step back. "They never ask who is calling. Even if I lie nine times out of ten they're not going to risk getting a story. They usually send out rookies on anonymous tips."
"How do you know so much about the media?"
"You have to know your enemies," Bulma laughed. "It's the first rule of warfare…Well, either that or shoot whatever moves."
Omezo let out a guttural laugh and leaned against the hood of his car.
"You're different than I thought you'd be," he said. "Nicer."
"I looked mean?" No one had ever said that to or about her before. Usually it was the other way around; they expected her to be nice and she'd end up throwing some jerk against a locker.
"Not mean, just…distant. I'll tell you one thing, I never thought I'd have a conversation with Bulma Briefs, let alone kiss her."
Bulma blushed at the compliment and looked away. Chi-Chi and Maris were already at her car, waiting for her and Krillin. Luckily Krillin had to stay after for a few minutes, so she wasn't the only one they were waiting on.
"Hey, what are you doing Friday night?"
"Pep rally."
Bulma wrinkled her nose.
"Sorry," he laughed. "Not all of us go to science fairs on the weekends."
"Is there any chance you can cancel to have dinner with me?"
Omezo frowned.
"I'll throw in an extra two hundred bucks if you do."
"You've got a deal my friend," he said, holding out his hand. Bulma grabbed around his shoulders instead, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek just incase any standby reporters were creeping around.
"Did you tell your friends about me?" she asked, her arms still around him.
"Are you kidding? The second you left I told them you asked me out. The entire school thinks we're a couple. I'm surprised you didn't hear anyone talking about it."
"Really?" she laughed. "I guess I've been too reoccupied. But hey, I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom, honey." She kissed his cheek one last time for good measure and jogged off towards her car, just as Krillin was getting there and hopped in.
Across the parking lot Omezo watched her small blue sport's car speed away, not being able to ease the strange feeling that was building in his stomach.
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---Chapter 6! :D Sorry about the shortness, I promise the next chapter will be longer. I just wanted to get this one out. Oh, and sorry too about not having Bulma tell Vegeta about the baby. I know everyone is anxious to see his reaction and such, but the way I have the story planned out Vegeta needs to be in the dark for a little while longer. If all goes well I plan on having him know in 2-3 chapters.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: Bulma and Omezo get their picture on the front page of Tokyo's biggest magazine. Eeep! What will happen!?
Note: Please don't kill me for not letting Vegeta know about the baby. It really is important to the story that he doesn't know right now. I promise it'll all make sense later on, and if it doesn't then feel free to e-mail me and I'll clear things up.
P.S. Sorry about the format of the past two chapters. I don't know what's going on with and hopefully I can fix it soon.
P.P.S. What do you think of Omezo? :P I'm still not sure about him myself, I'm still feeling it out. But I do have big plans for him :D Oh I'm so evil!
One More Thing: The necklace Vegeta has isn't cheesy, you know, like bling bling. It's small and on a long chain and he always wears it inside his shirt. The pendant is the size and shape of a dime, and there's a picture of a dragon craved into it.
"Thanks."
Bulma hung up the phone and leaned back against her headboard. Slowly she pulled up her shirt and spread her hands across her soon-to-be-swollen belly. In six and a half months she'd be a mother, and she was no more prepared to tell Vegeta he'd be a father.
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"Are you leaving me, Vegeta!?" Bulma screamed, hastily jerking her shirt over her head.
He didn't respond as he dressed himself.
"Answer me!" She scrambled off the bed, shoving him and nearly knocking him over as he tried to slip on his boots.
"I'm doing what I have to!" he snapped.
"Bullshit!" In her fury she accidentally knocked over her bedside lamp, and the bulb shattered when it hit the floor, the metal of its frame clanging noisily. If those in her house had not woken from the yelling, then surely that had done it.
Vegeta grabbed her by the arms and jerked her forward.
"I'm going now before I have a chance to hurt you," he hissed, then shoved her back onto the bed.
"Too late," was the last thing he heard before he shut the door and left.
She stared at the door for a moment, confused and still quite dazed from the incident. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes, when she noticed something cold and metal under her hand; Vegeta's long silver chain with the dime-sized pendent bearing a winged dragon. Even as one of his biggest fans from the beginning of Green Dragon, Bulma had never known about the necklace. He hadn't been wearing it two nights ago at the New Year's Eve party, and when she'd inquired as to why, he snapped that he just picked it up from the shop for repairs and cleaning. Clearly it was very important.
She slipped it on over her head and tucked it in her shirt, before curling into a ball and falling asleep to the sound of the morning birds' songs.
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Bulma sighed deeply and shook her head to clear her thoughts. She reached into her sweater and pulled out the dragon necklace, satisfied that it was still on her, then hid it again. Vegeta still didn't know that the reason he couldn't find his precious necklace was because she still had it from that night in the beginning of their relationship. She'd kept it as a reminder that he could snap at any moment. Needless to say, he crawled back into bed a few hours later and they never mentioned it again.
"You look tired," Mrs. Briefs said as she took a seat across from her daughter at the kitchen table. "Did you not sleep well?"
"I'm fine," Bulma sighed. "Vegeta's coming by today, so I'm a little on edge."
"Vegeta? My, are you two—"
"No, I'm still stewing in my anger, but I realized that I couldn't stay mad forever when we're bringing a child into this world. I refuse to raise a son or daughter in an environment where their parents are at each other's throats all the time…I figure that in time we can be friends again, like him and 18. In the mean time, however, I'm just going to work on not cracking my teeth when his name is mentioned."
"Well," her mother said with a bright smile. "I'm very proud of your maturity in the situation…Have you told him about the baby yet? Or is that why he's coming by?"
"No I haven't, and yes I will. I hope."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck." She looked over Bulma's shoulder at the clock. "What time will he be here?"
"Ten," Bulma groaned.
"He should be here any minute."
"I know…Where are you going?" she asked, noticing that her mother was dressed up slightly.
"You mentioned that you've been spending some time with Vegeta's mother, so I thought I should get to know her, too. We're having breakfast downtown, then going shopping for the afternoon. Please tell Vegeta I said hello."
"Will do." Mrs. Briefs stood and kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek.
"I hope everything works out for you, dear."
"Me too…"
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"Excuse me," Bulma said, covering her mouth. "Eggs don't agree with me." Vegeta looked up from his plate and grunted, then went back to shoveling in food. He'd been there for twenty minutes already, and they'd hardly said two words to each other. She was about to try to spark conversation, ease herself into bringing up the baby, when that all too familiar sensation started creeping up her throat. Quickly she dashed to the sink, just in time to expel her breakfast down the drain.
"Kami, woman," Vegeta said. He stood and walked over to her, placing a warm hand on the small of her back. She turned on the water and ignored his hand, telling herself over and over that if she didn't let some things slide they'd never be on good terms. "What did your mother do to those eggs?"
"Nothing," Bulma laughed forcefully. She wiped her mouth and leaned against the sink. Now was the perfect time to tell him. "Look, Vegeta—"
"What in Kami's name do you have around your neck?" Vegeta hissed, pulling the necklace into view. It must have come partially out when she leaned over the sink. "You've had this the entire time?" He pulled it roughly over her head and fastened it around his neck. "How dare you—"
"How dare I what? Keep some stupid hunk of cheap silver?" she snapped back. "I'm so sorry! It's not something like cheating, that's forgivable. I kept your dumb necklace that you were careless enough to leave at my house."
"It isn't stupid and it isn't cheap," he said through his teeth. "And you had no right to take it."
"And you had no right to hurt me, but things happen. Deal with it."
For a long while they were silent, both standing straight, their arms crossed rigidly over their chests. Cold black eyes pierced fiery blue eyes until neither could stand it any longer and looked away. Bulma walked over to the table and cleared the dishes in silence, while Vegeta watched her intently, knowing something was different, but not being able to figure what.
"Ok, this is a horrible way to start," Bulma said, turning to Vegeta. "There's a reason you are here, and it isn't to fight with me all day. We need to drop the bullshit and make amends. This fighting isn't going to work. I…" But she trailed off, remembering that he still didn't know about the baby. "I'm not happy being mad all the time."
"I don't understand why you want to make up so badly. When are we going to see each other? A handful of days out of a year, tops. I only agreed to come because if I didn't the vein in 18's forehead would have exploded."
Bulma laughed despite the seriousness of the conversation. She missed being this way with him so badly. Just spending time together, the way they had in Europe. She laughed again, this time louder, recalling another conversation she and Vegeta had had.
"What's so funny?"
"Us," she sighed. "Didn't I tell you that the moment you were in my bed we'd go down hill? And look, we're at rock bottom."
"Bravo," Vegeta scoffed. "You're never wrong."
"Oh stop. Loosen up. I'm the one who's supposed to be all tense and angry, not you. You're supposed to crack the jokes and piss ME off. That's how this cheating thing works. You should know that."
"I usually don't see the girl ever again."
"True. But we can't avoid each other, just like I couldn't avoid Yamcha. It was inevitable that we would become friends again, even if he did cheat on me."
"Your ex cheated on you?" Vegeta baulked. "Was he insane?"
"Umm…Excuse me? Vegeta, YOU cheated on me too."
"I know," he said, rolling his eyes, "but I am insane. What Average Joe cheats on someone like you? Granted you're a little plain, but it works for you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I'm still pissed at you."
"At me? For what?"
"You took my necklace."
"Kami," Bulma sighed, heading for the door. "I can't win."
"No, you can't." Vegeta followed suit, walking beside her into the living room, where they sat unusual close on the couch. "What movie?"
"How do you know we're not going to watch TV?"
"Because," he said, looking over at her and fighting the urge to kiss her, "I know you, and you hardly watch TV…What movie?"
"Braveheart," she said. She turned to him too, knowing that if he curtains weren't pulled closed he would see the blush on her cheeks. Why couldn't she stop wanting him when she knew he was completely wrong for her? For anyone.
"Braveheart? What a perfect way to start the day."
"I thought so. I need to see a little blood and guts to get the thought of murder off my mind."
"Funny woman, very funny."
"I know," she sighed, easing into her place and pressing play on the VCR remote. "That's why you love me."
And, to her utter surprise, his eyes stayed on hers until the movie started rolling and he didn't say a word. At first she thought he might kiss her, and she honestly couldn't convince herself that she wouldn't let him, but when he didn't she couldn't even begin to guess what was on his mind.
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"Tell me everything," 18 demanded frantically.
"Well hello to you too," Bulma laughed.
"Sorry…Tell me."
"Alright, alright. Kami. Calm down. He just left five minutes ago. He'll definitely be back in time to hit the road."
"Well I guess its safe to say you didn't kill each other."
"Of course not. 18, I said I was going to make an honest effort and I did. We had some breakfast, watched a movie, and tinkered in my lab until he left. I helped him make a dragon egg lighter that cracks open at the top."
"You can make those?" 18 asked, completely baffled. She really was a genius.
"I could make those when I was eight. It's really cool looking though, 'cause the only scrap pieces I had were small and silver so it looks like a bionic egg or something. I think I'll make another one I like it so much."
"Great, but Bulma, I didn't hear you say you told him about the baby."
"I know," she sighed. "That's because I didn't."
"But—"
"Hey, you said until I show and I'm a month and a half from showing, so give me a break. It's not like I didn't try. I even threw up in the kitchen sink at breakfast, so I had the perfect set up."
"But?"
"But he saw the necklace I was wearing and got mad, and I totally forgot about telling him."
"Necklace? What—Bulma Briefs! You're the one who had his dragon necklace?"
"He left it at my house after a stupid fight. I was mad so I didn't give it back right away. And then he cheated on me so I didn't see a reason to ever give it back."
"Damn, he was ranting about that thing forever. Thank Kami he has it back. I just hope his mother doesn't find out you had it."
"His mother? Why would she care?"
"It wa—Hey, I got to get going. I promised Krillin I'd call him tonight. I'll talk to you later."
"Hey, wait—" But she was met with a click and silence. She hung up the phone and frowned. There was something special about that necklace, and she planned to find out.
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Bulma walked briskly through the crowd of students to catch up to him as he headed for the parking lot. A second before his foot hit the pavement, she grabbed his arm and spun him around, smiling warmly up at him.
"Kiss me," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes quickly darting across the street where a suspicious black car was parked. Omezo shrugged and wrapped his arms around her petite waist, pulling her close until their lips touched for the first time. They held together for a sufficient amount of time, then Bulma pulled back and said, "Great. I think the reporter got that."
"What reporter?" Omezo asked, looking around. "I don't see anyone."
"He's gone now. He was in a black car across the street over there." She pointed to where the car had been.
"How did you know he was there?"
"Because I called him and told him to be there."
"But isn't the point of this—whatever it is—to make everyone believe we're actually together. Wouldn't calling the papers tip them off?"
"Not if I call from a payphone and disguise my voice. I've done it before to send reporters on a wild goose chase so I could go out with Yamcha in peace." She shrugged and took a step back. "They never ask who is calling. Even if I lie nine times out of ten they're not going to risk getting a story. They usually send out rookies on anonymous tips."
"How do you know so much about the media?"
"You have to know your enemies," Bulma laughed. "It's the first rule of warfare…Well, either that or shoot whatever moves."
Omezo let out a guttural laugh and leaned against the hood of his car.
"You're different than I thought you'd be," he said. "Nicer."
"I looked mean?" No one had ever said that to or about her before. Usually it was the other way around; they expected her to be nice and she'd end up throwing some jerk against a locker.
"Not mean, just…distant. I'll tell you one thing, I never thought I'd have a conversation with Bulma Briefs, let alone kiss her."
Bulma blushed at the compliment and looked away. Chi-Chi and Maris were already at her car, waiting for her and Krillin. Luckily Krillin had to stay after for a few minutes, so she wasn't the only one they were waiting on.
"Hey, what are you doing Friday night?"
"Pep rally."
Bulma wrinkled her nose.
"Sorry," he laughed. "Not all of us go to science fairs on the weekends."
"Is there any chance you can cancel to have dinner with me?"
Omezo frowned.
"I'll throw in an extra two hundred bucks if you do."
"You've got a deal my friend," he said, holding out his hand. Bulma grabbed around his shoulders instead, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek just incase any standby reporters were creeping around.
"Did you tell your friends about me?" she asked, her arms still around him.
"Are you kidding? The second you left I told them you asked me out. The entire school thinks we're a couple. I'm surprised you didn't hear anyone talking about it."
"Really?" she laughed. "I guess I've been too reoccupied. But hey, I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom, honey." She kissed his cheek one last time for good measure and jogged off towards her car, just as Krillin was getting there and hopped in.
Across the parking lot Omezo watched her small blue sport's car speed away, not being able to ease the strange feeling that was building in his stomach.
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---Chapter 6! :D Sorry about the shortness, I promise the next chapter will be longer. I just wanted to get this one out. Oh, and sorry too about not having Bulma tell Vegeta about the baby. I know everyone is anxious to see his reaction and such, but the way I have the story planned out Vegeta needs to be in the dark for a little while longer. If all goes well I plan on having him know in 2-3 chapters.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: Bulma and Omezo get their picture on the front page of Tokyo's biggest magazine. Eeep! What will happen!?
Note: Please don't kill me for not letting Vegeta know about the baby. It really is important to the story that he doesn't know right now. I promise it'll all make sense later on, and if it doesn't then feel free to e-mail me and I'll clear things up.
P.S. Sorry about the format of the past two chapters. I don't know what's going on with and hopefully I can fix it soon.
P.P.S. What do you think of Omezo? :P I'm still not sure about him myself, I'm still feeling it out. But I do have big plans for him :D Oh I'm so evil!
One More Thing: The necklace Vegeta has isn't cheesy, you know, like bling bling. It's small and on a long chain and he always wears it inside his shirt. The pendant is the size and shape of a dime, and there's a picture of a dragon craved into it.