Act 5
"Vegita, are you sure you'll drive me to my house? I mean, I could go home on my own, it's not like I'm scared you know, I could walk to my house", Bulma told Vegita defensively while she walked up to him while he was fixing the rim of his Vyper. Vegita dusted his hands off, looked back at her and shrugged.
"Whatever, woman", Vegita said indifferently, which made Bulma wonder if this was really the same person who had offered to take her home this afternoon. Bulma shrugged and turned to walk home, determined not to crush her pride any further with Vegita. But she halted as she saw Yamcha walking to his motorcycle with his friends. One of his friends, Jeice, as she recalled, whispered something in Yamcha's ear as he pointed in her direction. Yamcha smirked, as if he'd forgotten his encounter with Vegita earlier in the afternoon, and winked at her. Her feet cold and her back chilled, Bulma turned around as Vegita was getting in his car.
"Umm, Vegita?' Bulma started as Vegita looked out the window already turning his car on. Vegita gave her a now-what look.
"Does your offer still stand?" Bulma asked almost pouting. Vegita heard the roar of an engine being ignited and saw Yamcha and his friends; he knew she was terrified, but the look on her face was priceless. Damn, if he looked beyond the fear, anger and sadness in her face, he would say that he also saw that she hated him in a way. Hated him for having to depend on him and for having to ask him to drive her home. Vegita almost laughed.
"Get in, woman. And make it fast before I change my mind", Vegita said, taking pleasure at seeing how mad she really got at him now for taking advantage of her situation. Once inside the car, they were both quiet. None of them said a word. Vegita just turned on the radio and let the music sound over the tension. The uncomfortable feeling between the two was relaxing; Vegita drove looking straight through the dashboard, though, sometimes stealing a few glances at Bulma. Bulma pretty much did the same thing. Everything was going good. Then song "Baby Girl I Trade It All" by Fabolous came on the radio, bringing the past uncomfortable memories to Bulma, who looked like she was about to cry. Vegita wanted to avoid the water works; not because he cared about her and her getting hurt, mind you; he had just gotten his new car and didn't want his leather seats tear-stained by Bulma. Though he couldn't help but pity her, and he had to admit that he felt wistful as he remembered listening to that song. But he dismissed that thought; cursing himself for letting such weak feelings come over him.
He reached to push the off button to turn the radio off. But Bulma's hand stopped him.
"Can you leave it? That's...um…my ah favorite song", Bulma said, eyes watery.
Vegita just shrugged and returned to the steering wheel. Then he noticed that Bulma was looking at him rather thoughtfully.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that, woman?" asked Vegita, annoyed.
"Doesn't that song remind you of anything, Vegita?" Bulma said, and then she smiled. Vegita rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Bulma's smile faded at his lack of emotion and interest at what she had said. She looked out the window, though she couldn't help but let the tears roll down. Vegita let out a silent sigh, guilty that he had ruined the happiness that she had started to feel.
"You never gave me a chance to explain what really happened, you know", Vegita said, absentmindedly.
"Huh?" Bulma didn't, couldn't believe that Vegita was bringing this up. No he couldn't be talking about what she was thinking.
"What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously.
"That song. The last time we heard that song at the prom, which was the same night that you cheate- -you broke up with me", Vegita said, looking straight at her.
OH MY GOSH! How dare he bring this up? Was he about to say that she cheated on him? She had way too much on her mind…she would not listen to whatever accusations Vegita had to make
"Look Vegita, I really don't wanna talk about this right now. My life's already very messed up as it is, and I really don't want to make it any worse. The only thing I have to say is that whatever happened, happened and we both gotta live with it, especially me, because life decided to give me bad luck and not you", Bulma said crossly, letting out an overly exasperated sigh for more drama.
Vegita was not angry. A little ticked off at her response, yeah. But he was more than amused. Bulma saw him smirking, his special trademark. She was feeling queasy once again; feeling as if she were still twelve years old. I don't think I'll ever outgrow the way he makes me feel when he smirks like that thought Bulma.
"Now, why are you looking at me with that little sneer of yours?" Bulma asked.
"You never change, do you woman?" Vegita said still smirking. Bulma smiled.
The car came to a stop in front of Bulma's house. Bulma opened the door.
"Thanks for the ride, Vegita", said Bulma getting out.
That's twice this day thought Vegita, surprised that she had actually said thanks to him. He was about to drive off to his house, but Bulma stopped him.
"Vegita?" she called. Vegita recalled that afternoon before the prom. She had called him like that the same way she was doing right now.
"What?" Vegita said.
"I miss you," she said smiling sadly. Vegita was taken by surprise at her words.
He smirked once again, and this time she really smiled. Vegita stepped on the gas and drove a few inches ahead to his own house. Bulma opened the door to her house and went up the stairs to her room.
Oh my god, could it be possible that I'm starting to like him again? Oh, the way he smiled at me. He is sooo- wait, why am I thinking about him? Bulma thought.
"I hate you so much, Vegita," Bulma whispered to herself.
Somewhere in his house, Vegita thought the same thing.
"Aw, come on, Chi, just one kiss?" Goku begged. Chichi smiled and played hard to get. It had been exactly three weeks since Goku was trying to make her be his girlfriend, but she was just playing hard to get. It's alright, I'll just keep on trying. It's so obvious that she likes me. I like the fact she's not as easy as the other girls, kinda turns me on Goku thought, determined to keep on flirting with her.
"Alright, Goku, I don't know about being your girlfriend, but I'll give you a kiss", said Chichi smiling.
"You will!" Goku exclaimed surprised. Chichi nodded as they both leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh! Will you look at that, Vegita is coming this way and he doesn't look too happy, better leave you two alone!" Chichi said as she saw a very angry Vegita making towards them.
"Chichi! NOOOO!" Goku called after her. Not because their almost-kiss had been interrupted, but he really didn't want to be left alone with the very angry-looking Vegita. He swallowed hard and put on his cheery mood as Vegita approached him, crossing his arms, as if waiting for an explanation; unknown to Goku.
"Hey'ah, Vegita! Tell me, er, how you doin! Pretty nice weather, don't you think?" stuttered Goku nervously trying to make short-talk. Actually, the reason why he was so nervous was because he knew he had made Vegita mad. And he had a very good reason to make him very angry.
"Shut up Kakarot and cut the crap. Why the fuck didn't you tell me there were football tryouts yesterday! I told you to tell me. I need to join the team if I wanna get that scholarship, otherwise my father will send me to a law school. Do you know what this means to me! DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME IF I GO TO A LAW SCHOOL? MY LIFE WOULD BE RUINED. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, KAKAROT!" Vegita yelled gripping Goku's neck.
"I…I swear Vegita…I knew nothing about the football tryouts!" said Goku, trying to get loose from Vegita's death grip.
"Oh yeah, then tell me Kakarot, why is your name on the people-who-made-the-team list, huh? Look Kakarot, I don't wanna listen to your lame excuses, just do one thing : try to figure out how you're gonna get me into that list before this day is over!" with that Vegita let go of Goku, who was now very pissed.
"Look, Vegita, you're not going to tell me what to do, ok? I'm sorry I forgot to tell you about football tryouts yesterday, but hey, there's nothing I can do about it, so just let it go, Vegita", Goku finished, crossing his arms.
"Oh? Well, I'm impressed with your demonstration of character, but if I were you, I'd watch out how I talk to Vegita. I know you're sweating Chichi a lot", he let what he just said sink into Goku, who now blushed, " and trust me, either I'll convince her not to go out with you, or I'll go out with her myself, and you know damn well I can. So there, make your choice: no football for me, no Chichi for you. Football for me, then you got Chichi for you", Vegita finished with a smirk. Goku grumbled, damn this one was a tough one.
"I'll see what I can do Vegita", he said giving up.
"You better!" and Vegita walked away to his locker.
Sometimes I think that I'm the only one that actually loves Vegita. And that's only because I'm his cousin. Lord have mercy!
Vegita was opening his locker when he heard a familiar voice speak in an extremely chirpy voice, hurting his ears.
"Hey, Vegita! I hope you didn't eat breakfast this morning, because I brought you your favorite: blueberry muffins!" said the chirpy voice.
Ugh, I hate blueberries and muffins, too! What is she, crazy? Damn, I need a new girlfriend. Anyways, she just doing this so I wont be suspicious that she's cheating on me with that guy Irving. What, she thinks I'm stupid? She's gonna pay for playing me. Yes she will
"Listen, Veronica, I already ate breakfast, so I don't want your blueberry muffins", Vegita said sourly.
Veronica pouted. Being that she was the most popular cheerleader, she thought that with that pout she could get anything she wanted and make Vegita think that everything was fine between them. With that pout, she would fool anyone. But not Vegita.
"Aww, I woke up extra early to buy you these and look how you reject them. If you love me, eat them", she pouted even more. Yes, that was her goal. Make Vegita prove to her that he would do anything if she asked him to; because he loved her. That's what he'd said Friday night at the hotel, right?
Well, she was in for a rude awakening.
"What? First off, stop pouting, cause that doesn't work with me, you spoiled brat. Second, I didn't ask you to buy me blueberry muffins, cause I hate them! Third, you really thought I meant it when I told you I loved you?" he enjoyed seeing the transformation that was taking place in Veronica's face. Then he started laughing cruelly.
"I guess that was kinda mean, you know , lying to you, trying to convince you so we could go to the hotel, but hey, at least now I'm being honest", again, Vegita blurted out laughing. And by now, everyone around was laughing, too. Some guys felt sorry for her. Most girls were glad that somebody had finally done something bad enough for her to blush the way she was blushing now; she wasn't the nicest person. And she was always being mean, nasty and cruel to other girls. Now it was all coming back to her.
Humiliated, Veronica dashed out to the bathroom, where everyone was sure she'd be staying in for the rest of the day. As if nothing had happened, Vegita turned back to open his locker.
"Ok, Karen, Leslie, Jasmine, I hope you please me with what I'm asking you. Cause you know I cant stand being humiliated, and the blue haired bitch is gonna pay for it. Now, if I do anything to her, then I'd get in trouble. But you girls can do what I want to do to her and that way my hands are clean", said Yamcha, winking at the blonde one, Jasmine. She smiled back. He'd see her tonight.
"So, what's the pay again?" asked the toughest one, Leslie.
"Mmm,. Lets see. A hundred and fifty bucks each? That's what I said last night" said Yamcha.
"We had agreed on two hundred each. That or nothing," she said unyieldingly.
"Alright. Two hundred each. Its settled,' said Yamcha irritated. god, I hate this girl
"Now, like I said, she walks to school every morning. But catch this, she doesn't take the long normal way. She takes a shortcut that opens through the back of the Deli at the corner of Sunny Place Street. After you follow her to the shortcut, wait till you get to the place where there are lots of bushes. Beat her, but don't kill her. And have mercy on her, but also have enough cruelty for people to see that she got beat. Oh, almost forgot, wear your ski masks, just for protection." The three girls nodded and went about their way to fulfill Yamcha's wish.
Oh, B, you're really gonna pay for it this time Yamcha smiled to himself and then went in to his Mustang. He'd drive to school and be the first one there to see Bulma's beat up face; that was, if she came to school at all, because for some reason, he knew that she'd die of embarrassment before showing up with a beat up face. This would be a wonderful day indeed.