"Bad, Bad Woman what have you done to me?"
Summary: Bulma is considered an outcast with a very hot temper and someone not to be messed with. But one day her temper gets her into more trouble than meant and unfortunately has to receive a lift by the most popular guy at school. What happens when rumors begin and his girlfriend steps in?
Chapter one: Detention and unfortunate lift…
A girl with long, straight lavender hair fixed her icy blue, narrowed eyes towards the usual group of jocks which went out of their way to screw her whole day over by just simply blocking her way to her locker. Anger started to bubble in her stomach as she closed her eyes and began to count to ten while trying to calmly control the emotion, but having no such luck. She tried not to flinch as one of the guys smirked at noticing her presence and laughed one of those annoying deep-I could punch your face in- type of laughs.
"Well, well, well…looks like my shitty day will be getting better." One of them spoke towards the girl as she continued to walk around them like 'always'. But today seemed to be different as they all moved in front of her which caused her to stop abruptly and glare one of those infamous death glares.
"Get the hell out of my way. I'm not in the mood." She answered calmly the annoyance in her voice could be heard loud and clear. It gave off the negative effect she wanted though; instead of them backing off they advanced towards her like a moth to a flame. All of the ten guys which MADE the 'jock' group were either on the football or soccer team and very proud of their 'accomplishments'. Meaning they all were very buff built guys but this unfazed the girl all she saw were jackass who had their heads so far up their 'asses' they didn't even realize what jerks they were being to the other students, this including her.
"Aw…Bulma…what, you don't want to play? Well too bad this is our hallway which means we make the rules…" Another one of the guys barked at her as he eyed her like a dish. They had Bulma pretty much pressed against one of the many lockers. She guessing it was mostly hers…
"Forget it; I don't play by anyone's rules!" Bulma barked back at the group. Oh, she was a stubborn one.
"We'll see about that!" Just as he was about to most likely either slap her or touch her. Bulma saw them all stop abruptly and turn their heads towards the other end of the hall. Curious about the cause of their interest she pulled away from the lockers that she was painfully pressed against and scurried out from behind the group where she could get a good look. At what she saw caused her to just roll her eyes and decided getting her books was more important.
A boy walked down the hallways of his school, it was his senior year finally. As he walked through the halls many people shouted his name, or yelled hello. He simply gave them a nod of his head, hinting that he had noticed them. The girl in his arms sighed contently; her love had all the attention in the school. Of course he was the star player to Hirashima High School's soccer team; needless to say things were going his way.
"Vegeta?" The girl on his arm asked him calmly.
Vegeta looked to the right at his girlfriend who was about the same height as he, if not a little shorter. "What is it woman?" Inquired Vegeta, sounding as if he had better things to do with his time.
She blinked, no matter how cold he was or how evil she claimed to be, she would never get use to his use of the word 'woman'. Even if it bothered her to no end she knew it was his way of showing that there was some affection in their somewhat rocky relationship.
"It's AIKO not WOMAN!" She scolded playfully.
Vegeta smirked, his signature smirk that had won Aiko over in the first place. Now she had even forgotten why she was mad at him in the first place.
She cursed, since had he been such a charmer?
"Well then, what is it, Aiko?" He amended.
Seeing how she had once again gotten her way, she smiled lovingly over at him. Despite her prissy attitude, she was quite beautiful. Aiko had long black hair which cascaded down her back in soft waves. Vegeta was addicted to running his hands through it whenever he could and she didn't seem to mind at all. But the one thing that caught Vegeta's attention when he met her was her flashing emerald eyes that seemed as though they could see someone's soul. When pleased Aiko gave off warmth and kindness which was alien to her normal personality, but when angered she seethed with venom that could kill a thousand times over. For every ounce of her perfect womanly beauty she was equally dangerous.
"I was just wondering if you mind if me and the girl stay after school to watch your practice." Aiko spoke as she placed on her puppy dog face which was killer to resist on Vegeta's part.
"Fine, fine…" He answered not really caring as they continued to walk down the hall. Just then he past a group of his fellow 'team mates' and gave a small wave. But that wasn't before he saw what they were up to making him raise his eyebrow. There she was…for some reason he couldn't help but stare. He'd never seen her before? Was she new? A lavender haired angel…but instead of smiling or giggling like all the other girls would've…she sneered at him and roughly turned her back to him…
Bulma's POV
What an ass…thinks that I'll drop to my knees like all the other bitches…uh…NO!
Bulma thought as she glared at her books in her locker which were all neatly straighten in a line and in alphabetical order. She then grabbed her history book and her binder that she would need for 4th period and slammed the door closed of her small yet bearable locker.
"Bulma! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!" Looking up Bulma saw her best friend, Chichi running full speed at her with such excitement. At least one of us is having a good day…
"What Chi?" She asked her, curiosity getting the best of her.
"I saw Goku in the hallway…and like I smiled…and then he WINKED at ME! Yes ME I am totally sure it was ME!" Chichi screamed out as she jumped on Bulma causing her to just laugh and pat her back.
"Wow! I think you two are finally connecting…" Bulma sarcastically once she could actually breathe.
"I know! Maybe tomorrow…he'll actually talk to me…maybe he's playing hard to get…or may-"
"Look Chi, not to rain on your parade but do I have to remind you that he is a jock, prep, and ONE of the most POPULAR guys in SCHOOL! All of them just talk about who they are trying to nail in the locker rooms and I don't want you to be a victim of their dick play…okay? Do I have to continue or do you get my point?" She explained to the raven haired girl who was staring dumbly at her. Bulma getting the idea that everything she had just said went into her ear and out the other which caused her to sigh.
"Yeah…I guess you're right…but he's SO CUTE! I can't help it…" Chichi answered with a dreamy sigh as she stared off in space. Bulma couldn't help but laugh and smile. Just then the bell rang…
"Oh B, we better get on to our 4th periods…uh…meet me out front of Mr. Fujima's class and we can go to lunch together! See ya!" Chichi spoke out loud as Bulma began to walk off in the opposite direction.
"Alright! Have fun!" Bulma answered as she turned her head to wave and laugh.
Mr. Cue's History Class
Bulma was fighting to stay awake as she stared down at her history book. History was so boring! Who the hell cares about some dead people fighting a war anyways? Soft snoring could be heard in the background which caused her to look around the small classroom. Everyone was either asleep or almost there. Her eyes continued to scan the room when they fell upon, Vegeta. There he was looking just as bored if not more. For the first time…ever she let her eyes roam his masculine, built physique. Okay, okay she had to admit he was pretty hot…
His hair was as black as a moonless night and it spiked everywhere…and that body…
Sigh
Oh my god…Bulma!? Get a grip on your self…he's just like all the others! She thought as she 'continued' to stare not noticing. As she battled with her mind she immediately caught what she was doing when she saw Vegeta turn and smirk at her. Snorting she abruptly went back to staring at her book.
"Hey Babe!" Hearing that voice Bulma snapped her head in the direction of the owner.
"What do you want Yamcha!? I told you I'm not going to go back out w/you! Or let me guess your brain didn't comprehend?" Bulma whispered with venom.
"You know you want me back…babe, don't you remember everything we went through?" He whispered in reply, emphasizing with the wiggle of his brows. Bulma could only look at him in disgust…
"If you remember 'correctly' nothing happened between us!"
"What…I thought…"
"NO, it must've been in one of your sick wet dreams"
"Would you two shut the hell up!?" Vegeta's deep voice barked from the other side of the room. When he suddenly noticed the girl from before… Who would've thought she was in one of his classes? Now that was a little too loud for his liking…
"Vegeta, Bulma AND Yamcha would you three like to go to the office?!" Mr. Cue yelled while getting the other entire class's attention, this caused Bulma to blush.
"No sir, I already have it after school…I don't need another." Bulma answered in embarrassment, looking down at her chipped, black nail polish.
"Well then I advise all three of you to shut your mouths, so you can actually learn something!" The teacher replied in frustration. Bulma then looked at Vegeta and glared at him before looking at her book once more.
"Could you mind your own damn business Vegeta? Or do you always have to get in the way?" Yamcha whispered to him.
"Bastard" Vegeta whispered not lifting his gaze from the book. There had always been tension between the two guys. It all started when Yamcha had joined the soccer team for the first time and thought he'd be the best but once Vegeta took the team to the championships and won…Yamcha never getting the attention he thought he deserved made the two boys totally brutal and hateful to each other.
"Did you just call me a bastard?!?" Yamcha yelled standing up getting once again the whole class's attention and also Mr. Cue's as well.
"THAT'S IT! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOU IN THE OFFICE NOW!" He hissed pointing to the door once he had to abruptly turn and see what the problem was. All of them grabbed their bags and books then headed out the door.
Once they were outside the room Yamcha immediately started sulking to the office but quickly noticed that Bulma and Vegeta hadn't moved. But instead, to his surprise Vegeta started walking towards the exit that led to the parking lot with Bulma following close behind him.
"Where do you think you're going dumb-ass?" Yamcha questioned Vegeta.
"I'm leaving" He replied simply as he continued to walk. "They won't even know we're suppose to be in the office, he doesn't call. I've watched him do it a million times."
"Like hell you are! If I get in trouble you are too! Actually you're the reason I'm here in the first place!" Yamcha yelled as he started to quickly in the couple's direction where Vegeta had stopped to talk over his shoulder.
"I don't care come if you want, I'll drop you off where ever?" Vegeta shrugged and for the first time he wasn't looking for a fight.
"You can drop the act because you and I both know that generosity isn't from your black heart. And plus I don't want to be seen in your piece of shit and neither does Bulma!" He answered while grabbing her hand and started to pull her down the hallway towards the office.
"DAMN IT YAMCHA! I can make my own freakin' decisions!" Bulma screeched pulling her hand out of his grasp. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk at her movements. There was just something about the way she looked when she was mad. Was it because she reminded him of…Aiko?
"Bulma, are you out of your mind!? What the hell is wrong with you?" Yamcha answered hotly while staring down at his ex-girlfriend.
"Your not my Daddy so don't try and make my decisions for me! You're a control freak…that's why 'WE' didn't work. Think twice before you spout answers…it could save your ass as well as the next slut you date." With that said Bulma walked over to the patiently waiting Vegeta…smirking arrogantly. (Author's Note: Yeah, Vegeta waiting? Patiently? What has the world came to!?)
"Suit yourself…" Vegeta said as he watched Yamcha turn sharply and huffily walk towards the office, a very pissed off expression I may add.
"So does that mean your coming?"
"Yep, I guess so! What do you drive?" She asked once they continued down the hall and into the parking lot.
"That…" He replied simply while pointing to a black Ferrari, getting her full attention.
"That's what I thought…your kind always have to have the best of the best. Am I right?"
"Of course…" Vegeta spoke out as he turned so she could see him roll his eyes. Bulma just smiled sweetly and ran over to the luxurious car. "What do you drive?" A piece of shit…I bet! Ha!
"Oh…just a Mercedes SL65…it can go from 0-60 mph in only 4.2 seconds" She stated in a smart ass tone. (A/N: That car costs $179,720 dollars! I want one…but a girl can dream!)
"Nice…" Vegeta said in arrogance. There's no way his pride would let him be awe struck in front of her… She defiantly has money…too much…that's bullshit, there's no way!
"Thanks! My dad got it for me for my birthday" Bulma answered with a bright, genuine smile. She knew he didn't believe it…but oh…she'll make him believe once he takes her home. "So Vegeta, do you mind swinging by my house so I can go ahead and change for work?"
"Where do you live?" He asked once he unlocked the car with care, climbed behind the wheel, and keyed the ignition. The engine roars to life, belching fumes through the dual exhaust. Once Bulma was in, sitting comfortably beside him…Vegeta floors it, burning serious rubber as he pulled out of the parking lot and out of sight.
"Well my Dad owns Capsule Corp. so just take me there. Our house is connected to the main building" Bulma replied as she tightly gripped the safety handle located on the door. Her other hand was adjusting her seatbelt while making sure it was securely around her body.
"Your dad owns Capsule Corp.?" He questioned in disbelief making her laugh.
"Yep!" She voiced out an answer when suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Knowing she should say it but being the loud mouth and free minded Bulma, she is. She couldn't help but say it. So turning to him she spoke out confidently: "Don't take this the wrong way or anything but I still think your prick and an asshole so don't think I came with you cause I like you or anything k?"
"I still believe you're a slut and a bitch" He replied while the smirk he wore earlier never left his face.
"Good then we're even" Bulma said as she smiled at him but it soon faded into a frown. "Why do you think I am a slut?" She questioned him
"The things I hear about you? The rumors…to tell you the truth I didn't even know you existed until today when I saw you in the hall." Vegeta stated not taking his eyes off of the road.
"Way to tell me bluntly and partying is just way to get rid of all the stress" She said earning her a shrug as they pulled into the Capsule Corp. drive way. "My parents are away on a trip for 5 months so feel free to come on in and make your self at home or stay in here?" With that said she opened the door and hopped out.
"I'll stay in here"
"Suit your self" She called over her shoulder as she ran inside.
Bulma came back out in 10 minutes wearing a pair of tight, leather pants which hugged her figure and a matching leather tube top with combat boots to give her outfit a bit of kick ass spice. Her long hair was down her back in soft waves. The girl got ready in record time! Vegeta couldn't help but stare at her fit body which was insinuated by the leather and it barely left anything to the imagination.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" Bulma apologized as she crawled back into the low car. The leather squeaking as she did so.
"What are you a stripper or something?" He taunted watching her, of course he wouldn't voice out loud how much he liked it.
"No, I'm a waitress at a club, and its Friday night which means waitresses get to dance for entertainment." She stated simply not letting his comment affect her.
"Which club do you work at?" He questioned as he pulled back out of the driveway and she was of course putting on her seatbelt…
"Club Z…it's new…"
"My friends and I come there sometime but it's hard to get into on Fridays" Vegeta said
"I'll have someone else be your waiter if you guys are there because your group defiantly doesn't like me!" Bulma said as she laughed
"So where am I gonna drop you at?" He asked getting off the subject.
"Back at school, I have to wait on my friends" Bulma answered as she looked out the window.
"Oh so you just took the ride for fun, huh?" She just shrugged.
"Yeah I guess so, it's better than Principle Takashima on my ass?"
"Whatever" Was all he said as she slammed the door shut but not before muttering 'thanks'. Vegeta couldn't help but stare as she walked off. Damn, I only just met her…and what is she already doing to me? This isn't good… He thought before speeding off…
Author's note: Hey Everyone! I decided to rewrite my story: Bad, Bad Woman what have you done to me? What do you think? Is it better or worse? Let me know! Thanks for everything! Hope you like!
-Moo-cows-