A/N: I know, I know, another story where Vegeta is out of character. This is the last chapter of this, and then I'll work on 33 of Black Sunrise. 33 chapters already. That's a lot of freaking words!

Laced Kisses

Chapter Two: Spilled soda and Horrible fear

She had grabbed her book bag, after shoving her books into it and zipped it shut with such a fury, Vegeta was shocked to find the material still whole. And t hen she all but ran from the room as soon as the bell rang, leaving him stranded.

"Hey big boy." There was a loud snap of gum and he turned his head to stare into the blackish red almost glittery shirt that clung to the flat stomach of a girl beside him.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing with Rag-Tag?" She asked, chewing her gum open-mouthed and talking at the same time. She could pull it off, Vegeta smirked to himself.

"What's it to you?"

Red cocked her head to the side, one of the paper thin straps holding her shirt up fell off her shoulder and down her arm to settle in the crook of an elbow. Apparently this girl was more forward than her twin. He just looked at her for a moment, the disgust apparent in his eyes. How was it possible that one twin could be so different than the other?

"Just curious. Don't hang out with her. She's a freak."

Vegeta hung his bag on one of the handles to his chair and turned around to face her fully. "Funny. Coming from someone that treats her twin like a bag of garbage...you sound more like a freak yourself, and you're portraying yourself out to be one rather nicely if I might add."

With that he turned himself around and left the room leaving Sawyer behind him, fuming. The rest of her groupies couldn't put a finger on it when they saw their leaders dark eyes blazing...was it a challenge? Is that what she was going to do?

And why would someone like that be interested in someone like Rag-Tag? They couldn't understand it. Sawyer was everything a guy wanted, everything a guy needed. She had money, she had class, she knew how to have a good time, knew how to dress to please...

Students swarmed all around him hardly making way for the student confined to sit in a wheelchair. "Move out of my way you idiots." He growled and was tempted, more than once, to knock a few of the more cocky teens in the back of the knees.

But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. It was his duty, to his sister, to try and start over again. To try and be nice, to try and make friends and have a real life for once in his life that didn't revolve around drinking, drugs, partying. That's how he got himself into this mess, in fact Vegeta was pretty sure he deserved more than he had gotten and would never be able to live another day in his life without being thankful that they had spared him. Spared his sister. Shaking his head, he continued to slow and laboring movements of keeping his hands firmly on the wheels, pushing himself forward inch by inch.

"Give that back!" He heard a faint cry and turned his head to the right and saw Bulma, staring up at what could only be called the perfect Hollywood boy. And a complete asshole from the looks of it. The guy was tall, wearing a school jacket, decked out in the school colors. Red and black.

And he held, above Bulma's head, a bottle of Coke. Why was she trying so desperately to get a bottle of pop back? "You want it back do you?" He smirked and with the bottle still above Bulma's head, he took off the white cap and did something that Vegeta never thought was humanly possible to do to another person.

The jock let the dark, sugary liquid pour out from the bottle all over Bulma's head. And laughed! He watched as she was bathed in the carbonated drink. It splashed down her face, drenching her shirt. In fact, it seemed like the whole student body was laughing at the unfortunate girl!

Vegeta had enough. Slamming the breaks down on the chair, he launched himself upwards and forward with such a fury that he almost toppled over and charged at the guy with all his might. "Leave her the fuck alone."

The injured guy had the other pressed up against a locker, fist tangled in the white t-shirt under the jacket, forcing the jocks head upwards. "What's it to you?" He laughed and tried to wiggle his way out of Vegeta's grasp.

"I'll show you what it's to me you cocksucker if you pull another stunt like this, ever, again. Got it?"

"Vegeta! Leave him alone!" He couldn't stop his head from turning to see the soda-drenched Bulma looking at him with horror and, fear, in her eyes. But he couldn't pull himself away from the guy that thought he was better than Bulma.

"Not until he apologizes."

"Vegeta. Stop it. Please!" She begged again.

"No!"

The teen under his grasp started laughing again and it was then that Vegeta knew he was in trouble. Two other large shadows elongated on the lockers behind him. The hall fell silent. "Apologize." Vegeta demanded, giving the jock a firm shake. Pain flooded up his leg and he fought to keep it back. Someone needed to protect the little timid bird from the rest of the school and if no one was going to do it, he was more than ready to fulfill that position.

"Never." Red and Black spat in Vegeta's face and his arm instinctively moved backwards, fingers curling into a brutal fist.

"Oi!" That all to familiar, distinctive trilling notes of his sisters' voice broke into his train of thoughts and he felt instantly ashamed that he had gone and let her down, again. "Now really boys, two on one? Especially one that's got a broken leg? Are you serious? Are you both really that pussy, you need to attack him from behind? Give it a rest. Vegeta. Let him go, now."

Chi-Chi had placed herself between her brother and the other two lugs and waved a finger at them. Her brother had to accept her command and he let the guy go, but not before he slammed him into the locker against his back, hard enough to make his head bounce off. He hobbled towards his chair behind his sister unable to look at the humiliated Bulma as he sat back down.

"Alright, show's over. Fuck all and get to your classes." Chi-Chi chirped out, and yet the people listened to her. All that is, but Sawyer and her group of friends. The red headed twin shoved her timid sister into the lockers, laughing over her shoulder as Bulma fell to the ground and landed in the puddle of flat pop.

Vegeta moved to get out of his chair again, but a firm hand on his shoulder forced him to stay put. Chi-Chi walked over to Bulma and helped her up. "Hey... are you ok?"

Tears washed over her pale cheeks, trying to erase the sticky mess that had started to dry on her face. She bent down, picked her backpack up off the floor and turned to look at Vegeta, completely ignoring Chi-Chi for the moment.

Anger was the first thing Vegeta saw when he looked into her unusual eyes, and then fear. Extreme fear. "What have you done?" She had spoken in the gravest of whispers, thin body trembling before she quickly walked away and moved to her next class.

Vegeta and Chi-Chi looked at each other with an almost frightened sadness in their matching eyes. For this set of twins almost felt each others pain, could almost read each others minds.

"I know Vegeta..." She said sadly and shook her head. They were going to have to do something, and something really quick if they could help keep this girl alive.

It was bad enough that the fight had gone out of her, or maybe it wasn't there, but they needed to bring it back, to show Bulma that not everyone is as mean as her sister. And in order to do that, they needed to plan.

And they both did what they've been doing for some time now, blew off the last class and sat outside where it was quiet, to talk.

A/N: So, there are some of the hardships that people have to go through in their every day lives of high school. Women can be evil, so very evil, and yet men tend to bully and do those sorts of things for the sheer kick of it.

Vegeta is out of character. I know. Normally he becomes sweet at the very end, but who's to say that he's really that way? He's got a secret. I guess I should tell you all that Vegeta and Chi-Chi are, yes, twins. It just fits better in the story.

Chi-Chi's taking art because she loves it. Art is an elective. Not a mandatory class. I guess I should tell you all they're in the 12th grade. No need for anything else is there? Any questions, just ask.