Chapter 11- To Vegeta's House We Go
"Bulma." Goku said walking up to her. It was Monday and lunch. Goku had just gone to talk to Vegeta, but he wasn't on either the roof or the bleachers. "Have you seen Vegeta? Isn't he in one of your classes?"
Bulma, who had been wondering where Vegeta was as well, made a show of thinking. "No. I don't think I saw him." She stated.
In fact she hadn't. Not in either Mr. Dilloir's class or Trig. Mr. Dilloir had said that it was probably because he hadn't done his report. Bulma had thought the same thing.
"I wonder where he is." Goku said.
"Why don't you call him?" ChiChi who had been standing beside Bulma the entire time suggested.
"That's a good idea." Goku said pulling out his phone and dialing Vegeta's number. "Mine doesn't have speaker phone though.." He indicated his phone, which was a much older model than Bulma's.
The phone rang about eight times before it was answered.
"Huh." Said a very groggy and dazed Vegeta. A woman could be heard in the background, and immediately Goku got the wrong impression.
"Vegeta!" Goku yelled. "What are you doing."
"Who're you?" Vegeta answered in the same groggy tone.
Goku ignored him. "Vegeta! I can't believe you're skipping school to..to." He trailed off remembering that there were ladies present.
"Sop yelln'. 'M nohd skippn." Vegeta slurred his words. He was fighting to stay awake now. "I goh n escuse."
"Then what is it." Goku asked, angry at his friend for being so irresponsible.
"Ah dun no. Ags Chuhee." Vegeta said.
There was a pause and the same woman's voice that he's heard earlier told someone to 'go back to sleep' softly and then said into the phone. "Hello."
Goku was totally clueless as to what was going on. He remembered the name Chuckie from somewhere but he couldn't remember where. Another thing was, Vegeta didn't sound like he was just tired, he kind of sounded like he was in pain. He decided not to jump to conclusions like he had done earlier and just answered back. "Hello? Are you Chuckie?"
"Yes that's me." The woman, now recognized as Chuckie said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Goku. Uh. Why are you at Vegeta's house?" Goku asked.
"Because I'm watching him." Chuckie said.
"Why?" Goku pressed.
"Because there was a fight last night and he got hit over the head with a bottle and knocked out." She said calmly like it was a normal occurrence.
"What!" Goku yelled frantic that his friend was hurt. "Oh my Gawd! Hang on! I'll be there in a few minutes!" With that, he hung up leaving Chuckie very confused as to why Goku was coming. What could he possibly do?
Goku was already running towards his car with Bulma and ChiChi trying to keep up. Bulma and ChiChi were completely lost as to what was going on.
For one reason or another, Goku felt it was his responsibility to go to Vegeta. He didn't know what he would do when he got there, but he was still going.
Goku got to his truck and jumped in starting the engine. By this time, Bulma and ChiChi had managed to catch up.
"Where are you going?" Bulma asked trying to catch her breath.
"Vegeta's hurt!" Goku said shifting his truck into drive.
"You can't just skip school Goku!" ChiChi yelled.
"Sorry ChiChi. Vegeta's my friend." Goku said and got ready to pull out.
"Wait!" Bulma yelled getting in the passenger's side of the truck. "I'm going too."
Goku didn't feel like arguing with her and so just sped off.
Bulma, like Goku, felt an obligation to see about Vegeta. She didn't know why though.
The ride was a silent one. Neither Goku nor Bulma attempted conversation. Both were lost in their own thoughts.
Bulma stared out the window at the area of town that she had rarely ever come to. Her father had always told her that this side of town was dangerous. Because of this, Bulma had always stayed in the up-town and ritzy areas of West City.
For the most part of the ride Bulma wondered what was wrong with Vegeta. Goku had said he was hurt, but how hurt was he?
She couldn't really pinpoint why she cared so much. Was it possible that she cared about him? Maybe. She had been really interested in him from the first time she saw him. He was just so mysterious. His ways were a total contradiction. It was like he would want to say something, but then he didn't. He would be good and bad at the same time. He seemed really intelligent but hated to think. Every kid in the school loved him, but he couldn't care less.
He confused her and she loved it.
Bulma was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Goku pull into a parking lot until he killed the engine. She stepped out of the truck and looked at where she was. There was a pretty big apartment house. She quickly followed after Goku who was already walking toward it.
After walking up eight flights of stairs and down the hall, they came to a doorway. Goku knocked on the door trying to hold back his worry. Not even a minute later, the door was answered by a woman who, to Bulma, looked to be in her late thirties. The first thing Bulma thought was that this was Vegeta's mom, but Goku knew better. He had taken one look at the woman and exclaimed. "Mrs. Charlene!"
"Little Goku!" The woman said throwing her arms around him with as much enthusiasm, "And please call me Chuckie. Everyone else does." She released Goku and motioned him in.
Goku and Bulma both stepped into the apartment and Bulma took a good look around. All of the walls, that she could see were painted different shades of blue. The kitchen was painted sky blue and it faded into a darker blue in the living room. The floors were wooden, but there was a white shag rug in the living room. The place was pretty small, especially compared to Capsule Corp. But it had a cozy effect and was a good size for just one person.
Bulma, once again, was snapped out of her thoughts.
Goku was busy rambling about how he was '...sorry that he wasn't at school and that this was more important...'.
Chuckie was the one who had gotten her attention by saying, "And who is this. She your new girlfriend?" She nudged Goku playfully at the last part.
"Huh?" Goku looked at Bulma as if it were the first time he had ever seen her. "Um no. This is Bulma."
"Hi." Bulma greeted. "I'm just a friend."
Before Chuckie had time to say anything else, Goku interrupted. "Um...Chuckie. Can we go see Vegeta?"
"Oh sure. He woke up just a few hours ago and has been passing in and out since then. I think he has a slight concussion." She said leading them into the bedroom in the back.
"Gosh. How hard did he get hit?" Goku asked.
"Well the bottle the men hit him with was full and unopened and it shattered when it hit him. I'm not very good at physics or whatever, so that's about all I can tell you." Chuckie answered.
The room Chuckie led them into was fairly small only about 12 by 12. It too was painted blue although a very dark shade. It had a black shag rug on the floor, a computer, a closet, a chest-of-drawers, and a bed, which was currently occupied.
Bulma blushed as she saw Vegeta. He was sprawled out on his back with one arm up on the pillow and the other hanging halfway off the side. That wasn't what she was blushing at though. His shirt was riding high leaving most of his stomach and abs showing and the covers were strewn about recklessly only covering one leg and half his hip. Lucky for Bulma, he had pants on, although they were sitting low on his hips. They were not low enough to see anything, but still enough to make girls blush.
Chuckie saw Bulma blushing and fixed Vegeta's covers so that they were actually covering him. At this, Bulma whispered a thank you.
She had been so transfixed on his body that she hadn't noticed his head. Obviously Goku had, because he was asking Chuckie to take the bandage off so he could see how bad it was.
Chuckie had argued for a bit but then had complied.
As she had picked up his head to unwrap the bandage, Vegeta had moaned and squinted his eyes tight like he was in pain. Chuckie threw Goku an 'I told you so' look but continued to unwrap it.
Bulma, being sheltered, had never seen anything like the wound on Vegeta's forehead. She had to cover her mouth and take deep breaths to keep from getting sick.
There was a very large gash just above his right eye and it was all blue and swollen.
"You didn't take him to a hospital?" Bulma asked accusingly.
"No." Chuckie answered simply.
"Why not?" Bulma said even louder.
"Because he..." Chuckie said raising her voice a decimal as well but got cut off.
"Stoh yelin." Vegeta mumbled while rolling over so that his back was facing toward them and pulling the covers up over his head completely ignoring the large gash on it.
"I'm sorry baby." Chuckie said while rubbing his side soothingly. She then turned back to Bulma. "Come on." She said. "I'll explain it to you in the living room."
Giving one last glance to Vegeta, she left the room with the other two right behind her.
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Sorry that took so long. I've been too lazy to update. Please R/R