Chapter 3- Stalker
Bulma absolutely hated to PE uniforms. They were black shorts with two red stripes and a white one in the middle on each side, and a red shirt with "Union High Knights" and a picture of a dude on a horse.
Red and black weren't really her colors.
After dressing, she decided to walk around the gym and talk to people.
"Hi." This girl with short black hair about to her chin and gold streaks in it said. "You're from Carver aren't you?"
Bulma nodded her head.
"Well no wonder I don't know you. I'm Chloe from Kennedy."
"I'm Bulma." Bulma introduced herself.
"Hey are you trying out for Cheerleading?" Chloe asked.
"Um. I haven't really thought about it. But I don't think I'm the Cheerleader type."
"Oh. That's too bad. Well anyway, if you change your mind, go talk to Coach Lisa. I'll be seein ya." With that, she walked away.
So far, the kids form Kennedy that Bulma were all weird. First there were the nerds in Computer Tech. Bulma figured that nerds were nerds, but they were still weird. Then there was Goku who had eaten twelve burgers and twelve large fries in five minutes at lunch. And now there was Chloe who's hair looked about like a lion's. All of them were nice, she decided, but they're still weird. She vaguely wondered if all the Kennedy kids were weird.
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Vegeta finally attended his first class of the day, during fifth hour. He sat in the back of the class as far away from the teacher as possible. Of all his classes, French was his least favorite. And then they had put him in advanced French. Sure he did know bits and pieces of a couple languages. He worked at a bar for Christ's sake. There were always people in there hollering at each other in one language or another. When he was really bored, he tried to figure out what they were saying. He didn't know why, and he didn't even like doing it, but he had picked up a couple nice curse words so that he could curse at people and they wouldn't know what he was saying.
But he wasn't very sociable. He didn't even like talking in English, so why learn another language. He just couldn't understand it. Why couldn't everyone just convert to one language so that people like him wouldn't have to learn another one?
People talk too much. He decided. And all it does is get them in trouble. I don't get it. Why do these people teach us how to talk and then tell us not to. Stupid. They're all idiots. Especially girls. All they do is talk. Gossip, they call it. When are they going to learn that most gossip is lies anyway. And then the ones they're gossiping about get all mad and want to fight somebody, not that there's anything wrong with fighting, but they're doing it all for the wrong reason. If what the people say is a lie, don't worry about it, because it's not true. But if it is true, you only get upset if you're ashamed of it. And if you're ashamed of it, you shouldn't have done it in the first place.
Vegeta was snapped out of his reasoning when he heard Mr. Kosaku's voice over the intercom. Madame Francois. I was just checking to make sure that Mr. Vegeta Ouji is in class.
"Yes sir. He is." Madame Francois answered him.
Oh I know he just didn't. Vegeta thought sardonically. Doesn't he have anything better to do than check up on me all the time?
Vegeta spent the rest of the hour thinking about how stupid people are.
Finally, the bell rang and dismissed him from Madame Francois stating the rules in French. To say that he was relived was an understatement.
His next, and final class was PE. PE was by far his favorite subject. Although he was talented in both mind and body, he much rathered exercising his body.
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"Hi Goku!" ChiChi said walking into the gym. She had just changed into her PE uniform. She didn't mind it as much as Bulma did.
"Hey ChiChi!" Goku said, he was also wearing the PE uniform, although the boys' model. The shorts were a bit baggier, and the shirts didn't have sleeves. "Have you seen Vegeta yet?"
ChiChi looked at him like he was stupid. "Goku, if I had, I wouldn't know it. I don't even know what he looks like."
"Oh yeah!" Goku said with his hand behind his head. He looked around the Gym. "Well he's not here yet. But he's coming."
Goku and ChiChi talked for a few minutes, until Goku spotted a guy talking, or arguing, with the coach. "Hey Vegeta!" He yelled happily. He grabbed ChiChi's hand and started pulling her to make her follow. "Come on. I'll introduce you."
ChiChi looked the guy over. He was a bit shorter than Goku, was slender but had a muscular build that was just perfect for his size. His skin was a dark olive color, and was very smooth. He had wild hair but not like Goku's. His hair was in a flame shape and was a dark raven color. His face was one of the most stunning that she had ever seen. He had a strong jaw, and a sharp nose. Perhaps the most stunning thing about him was his eyes. They were a dark obsidian color and looked as though you could get lost in them. In ChiChi's opinion, he was drop dead gorgeous.
Vegeta hadn't acknowledged that Goku called him. He'd heard it, but he was too busy ranting to the coach to answer.
Goku caught some of Vegeta's 'conversation' as he walked up.
"...I have to make higher than a 'B', I can't be tardy, I can't get wrote up..."
"Written up." The coach corrected.
"What?" Vegeta said clearly confused.
"You said 'wrote up'. The correct way to say it is 'written up'.
"What does that have to do with anything!? Come on coach. Get serious. These people are just begging for me to mess up. You can do something about it right? Tell me you can do something about it
"I'm sorry, but I have talked to Mr. Kozaku, and that was the agreement we came to."
"You were in on it too?"
"Vegeta, just because you are a very talented athlete, isn't an excuse for bad behavior."
"Bad behavior! You see me yelling right now? This is because of you!"
"Calm down Vegeta." He paused and waited until Vegeta had composed himself somewhat. "Now, every athlete is supposed to have good behavior, and you are no exception. As for the grades, that's out of my hands, Union didn't decide that, Northern did." With that, he walked away.
"Bitch." Vegeta mumbled turning around to come face to face with Goku. "How long have you been there?" He asked having forgotten all about Goku during his argument.
Goku didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked one of his own. "What was that all about?"
"It's none of your business!" Vegeta all but shouted at Goku's nosiness.
"Are you in trouble?" Goku asked ignoring Vegeta's yelling.
"No." Vegeta said sticking his nose in the air.
"That was about your scholarship wasn't it?"
Vegeta didn't answer. He just glared at Goku in a way that told him to shut up.
Goku didn't catch the hint and kept on babbling. Vegeta wanted desperately to change the subject.
"Is she with you?" Vegeta asked spotting ChiChi.
This successfully stopped Goku's rambling. Blushing a little, he asked. "Um...Do you mean 'with me' with me, or just with me."
Vegeta and just stood there for a second trying to figure out what Goku had just said. "Uh... I think the second one." He finally said.
"Oh!" Goku said excitedly. "Vegeta, this is ChiChi. ChiChi, Vegeta."
"Uh. Hey." Vegeta greeted, kind of just because he didn't have anything better to do.
"H...Hi." ChiChi stuttered a bit nervous to be talking to him. The other girls were right! He's gorgeous! She thought zoning out for a few seconds.
When ChiChi zoned back in, Goku was asking Vegeta what the principal wanted.
"You are so nosy, Goku!" Vegeta said.
"Aww. Come on 'Geta, you can tell me."
"That is not my name so don't call me that."
"Please."
"Didn't you just hear?"
"You mean what you and Coach were talking about? That was it?"
"More or less." Vegeta answered trying to think of another way to change the subject. He ignored Goku and turned to ChiCh. "Carver?" He asked simply, figuring she would get his meaning.
"Uh-huh." She confirmed. "How'd you know?"
"You didn't know who I was. Everyone from Kennedy knew me." He stated simply, and then looked over his shoulder. "I think the coaches are calling us." He grabbed Goku's arm and started leading him outside "Come on, Goku."
Their PE class was split up. The football players would go onto the field, and all the non-football players and girls would have the track.
Right after they got outside, Vegeta got in an argument with another coach.
"Why aren't you wearing the right uniform?" The coach asked.
"What's wrong with this?" Vegeta defended himself.
"It's not the regulation uniform. Boys are supposed to wear the red muscle shirt and the black shorts." The coach said stressing the word 'shorts'.
Vegeta was wearing the right shirt, but was wearing black baggy pants with the red and white stripes down the side. "You mean my pants. I like my pants. Why can't I wear them."
"Because you are supposed to wear shorts."
"I don't want to wear shorts."
By this time, everyone on the field had stopped what they were doing and were staring at Vegeta and the coach..
"You have to wear them!"
"You know what? I'm going ask Mr. Kozaku." He stated and before anyone could protest, he walked off the field.
The coach sighed. "This is going to be a long year." He mumbled.
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Vegeta didn't even bother asking the secretary to enter the principal's office, he just walked in. That earned a couple stares.
"Well hello Vegeta, what brings you barging into my office at this time of day." Mr. Kozaku greeted him.
"Me and Coach Harley had a little disagreement about whether I could wear this or not." He said indicating his pants.
"Well." Mr. Kozaku said taking a good look at them. "They are the right color. And they do have the stripes on the sides. So as long as they are worn properly I don't see why not."
"Thank you." Vegeta said smugly. "Now if you would please be so kind as to tell that to coach..."
Mr. Kozaku was already writing a note to the coaches to excuse the pants. "You know it is a good thing that you came here. That reminded me to tell everyone about our uniforms."
"What uniforms?" Vegeta asked.
"Well we want our school to look nice and so we are requiring everyone to wear uniforms. Some of the kids were told already and so are wearing theirs today. Just as a reminder, you will be required to wear it after September 30th. That gives you what?... Two weeks to get one. It should be enough time."
"Why do we need uniforms?" Vegeta asked irked at the idea.
"Like I said, we want our school to look nice." He handed the note to Vegeta. "Now I expect you to be in back in class for the rest of the day."
Vegeta just hmphed and headed back to the football field.
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After Vegeta had smugly handed Coach Harley the note, he put on his football pads and joined the other football players on the field.
Needless to say, most of the girls weren't running track. They were just standing around watching the football players.
ChiChi had met up with three girls that she knew from Carver and was talking to them.
After a while everyone, except for the football players, changed back into their clothes. The football players had to practice after school.
As promised, and much to the dismay of many students, Mr. Kozaku mad the announcement about the uniforms.
Finally, school was dismissed and all of the kids, except for the football players, filed out of school.
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After the parking lot was mostly empty, one man sat in his car. He was definitely not one of the students, but no one had noticed him.
Making sure that no one was around, he got out of his car. He knew exactly where he was going, to the football field.
He walked slowly with his head down and his jacket hood covering his face in shadow.
If anyone had seen his face they would have said he was crazy. But he wasn't crazy. Mad yes. But not crazy.
He had decided a long time ago that the person who had done this to him would pay for it. And would they pay.
He finally reached the football field, but stayed in the shadow under the bleachers. He could not be seen. That would be his downfall...again. That was what had happened last time. He had been seen. Not only that, but he had left the witness alive. Yes, he had thought the boy was dead, but somehow, he had survived. He had survived and become proof of the deed that he had done.
But this time, he wouldn't survive. He'd make sure of that.
Yes Vegeta. Enjoy your time now. Play your little games. All games come to an end, and your end is soon.