DUN DUN DUN! That's right, bitches! No wait… I didn't mean to call you that… stay here! Well as I was saying… I'm back! Told you I'd finish this fuckin' story! And I like to keep my word… .

Well, now's the time for the apology: I'm PROFUSELY sorry for those who were reading this already and had to wait 2 whole fucking years for this… again I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry! PWEASE FORGIVE ME! It's a long story, and if you want to laugh at me then go read it in my profile. ;D That story proves that high school makes you brain dead.

Well… now to continue on from where I left off. Gee… my chapters used to be super short. I'll try to lengthen them up a bit after I get it started again with this one.

Another morning…another class…another day. When the hell will summer get here? GAHH! 3 weeks? THREE WEEKS? Ugh… I don't think I can take three more weeks of this. Especially with those god damned SOLs and shit.

What a year this has been! So fun! Hm.. the highlight of the year was when Vegeta dissed Jesse, Meg, and Laura in that movie theatre. But I have to admit, the time I super glued them to their chair at lunch was pretty good too. I call the trio the JML now. It makes it easier to diss their collective-

"Hey." Oh, if it isn't my favorite person. --

"Hey to you too, Vegeta. You're abnormally late for homeroom."

"I'm ALWAYS late for homeroom."

"No, what I mean is that you're early."

"But you said abnormally late, suggesting that I'm later than usual." Ah, so the games begin.

"No. 'Abnormally late' suggests that you are not late at the time usually are, which could go either way."

"Gosh guys. Every fricken' morning? C'mon Bulma. Don't give in to Vegeta's purposely annoying personality."

"Shut up Kakarott. We are trying to settle a dispute."

"The dispute is already settled, Vegeta. I won."

"You won my ass-"

THWACK. Oh. My. Fucking. God. That scared me.

God damned Mr. Namek!

"GAAaahh! Mr. Namek! What was that for? You split the stack of papers on my desk in two!" I pout. Ah, I should know that pouting never works with him.

"If you don't want to be scared out of your wits… then SHUT UP!" He turns on heel and marches away, Vegeta growling after his departure.

"Fucking weirdo."

"I concur."

"I.. uh.. concur too I guess." Goku rubs the back of his head and gives us a confused look. "Anyway, I overheard some of the 8th graders say that if a certain percentage of people pass the SOLs, they don't make you take final exams AND we get a pizza party!"

"Well… we all know that you'll be growing a brain suddenly now that pizza is involved, Kakarott."

"I'm going to study real hard!"

"That's great, Goku. But uh… the SOLs are really easy. It's all logical thinking."

"Oh okay."

"I don't see why they make us take them. It's a waste of time!" Hahah! That's Vegeta's favorite saying. 'This is a waste of time!' (growl!) It always cracks me up, mentally at least, when he says it.

"You don't like school anyway. And besides, we've got three weeks left."

"Three weeks? I guess it's better than the beginning of the school year," Goku reasons, sighing and leaning back in his chair tiredly.

"Yea," I agree quietly, overcome by a sudden wave of sleepiness. I put my head on the desk.

Today is going to be a long day.

IIIIIIIIIII

It's the end of the day already? Grr.. that means I have to be on the same bus as that bitch. I still can't believe I was so stupid at the beginning of the year. I'm going to be more careful from now on… at least I got her back and kept Bulma.

I can't wait until I can drive.

I think I'll just listen to music the whole ride so that annoying kid that sits next to me won't try to bug me. He should know by now that I could break probably all the bones in his face with one punch, but the fool just keeps on blabbing.

Well I'm finally home.

"There's my boy!" Ugh. "How was your day today, son?"

"Same as always," I mutter. I should head downstairs to the refuge of the TV. They never bother me when I'm watching stuff.

"Vegeta, honey, don't you want something to eat." Now someone's talking. My mother is a good cook…

"Fine."

I wait impatiently as she makes me a grilled cheese sandwich. When she gives it to me, I mutter a 'thanks' and practically sprint downstairs.

I can hear my father mutter "That boy…" as I leave. Oh well. I don't give a fuck about their opinion. As I practically inhale the food, the phone rings.

"Hello?" I mutter, then swallowing.

"Vegeta, you should know better than to talk with your mouth full!" It's the woman.

"What the hell do you want?'

"You wanna go to that playground today?"

"The one by the basketball court?"

"What other one do we always go to?" She has a point.

"K fine." I hang up and start to put my shoes back on. She has such perfect timing, cause my parents are coming down now to try and talk to me.

"Going to the playground with Bulma," I mumble as I rush past them and out the door.

The playground is about a fifteen mile distance from my house, twenty from hers. But since she's got hoverbikes and such that don't require licenses to drive, it's about a ten minute drive for her. She made one for me for Christmas, so it only takes me about seven. Good thing that woman is a genius…

"I love these bikes!" she exclaims as she chains hers up. "I'm so glad the legal limit for non-license required bikes is thirty. That's still pretty fast!"

"I suppose," I grumble, taking my usual swing and swaying back and forth. She takes her usual one, the one beside me, and starts to swing.

"Hm… I can't even remember when or why we found this playground."

"It was that stupid party the school threw," I remind her, thinking back to the pathetic attempt of the school to give us a good time.

"Yea, that was okay. I remember now. The carnival thing was down the street, so we ditched and came here." I nod.

"Yea, and the laser tag building is down the street from here too."

"Why haven't we played it yet?"

"I don't know," I admit honestly.

"Well lets go play!" she ushers excitedly, pulling me off the swing and unchaining her bike.

"Uh…okay I guess."

We ride down to the building and re-chain our bikes, putting the alarms bands on our write to signal if someone tries to turn it on or move it.

After we register and get our gear, we start to play.

"Okay, let's start off on opposite sides of the playing field. Count to thirty and then we'll go!"

"Okay," I agree and we start to run off in opposite directions.

I get to the other side, count to thirty, and then I start running back. I sneak around the area where we met, deciding to hide behind a rock. If I'm right, I should've gotten here first. I can surprise her with an attack.

I see a faint blue light dart behind a rock. Snickering to myself, I slowly climb down from my position and jump behind the rock, firing like crazy. I frown. Nothing! It was a decoy! There's a white shirt lying on the ground, giving off a blue light.

Suddenly I hear a laugh and I turn around to see Bulma dive and roll 90210 style, landing behind a rock a sticking her gun over to fire at me. I hear an annoying beep as I'm hit.

Cursing, I take shelter behind the rock and try to devise a plan. I throw the shirt over to her and hear her shriek as it lands on her head. As she pulls it off I run over to her and fire three shots into her chest plate, making an annoying whirl sound as it declares that I've won.

"You should be ready for anything, woman," I smirk at her as she frowns at her defeat. Suddenly she chuckles and holds out a hand for me to help her up.

"Another game?" I grin at her and help her up.

I can see why they call these the best years of our lives.

Again… pathetically short. Since I don't like short chapters now that I'm old enough to realize that they annoy me, I'm going to try and lengthen them up a bit after this.