Chapter 7

I don't own DBZ

Vegeta held his books in his hand as he walked through the halls of his new school. Unlike at his home, it wasn't about everyone trying to dress better than someone else to see who's dad has more money, even though Vegeta would win every time. The majority of the boys had on plaid or scrappy looking t-shirts and jeans. The girl's outfits would vary.

"How ya do'n Sugah?"

Vegeta turned and faced Bulma before he opened his locker. He grunted when he turned, being in pain from hurting his back. He still couldn't believe that his uncle was making him attend school that day. "What do you want, woman?"

"Nothing. I was curious to why yer still in school since yer 18 and all."

He sighed. "I'm 17, but my birthday is in December. I just prefer estimation, so if anyone says 18, then I usually let them believe what they want."

"Oh," she smiled devilishly. "I heard that ya flunked a grade." As she was about to walk away, Vegeta grabbed onto her arm forcefully.

"Wait a second woman! Who told you that?"

She smiled. "Does it matter Vegeta? It's just a rumor. It's probably not even a big one. I promise you that everything will be alright." He let her go and when she realized that he was still uneasy, she started laughing. "Oh come on city boy! Do you honestly think that you aren't tough enough to handle being in our school? You lived in New York. My daddy said you people in a big city like that are rude and only think of yerselves."

"Yeah right! You county bumpkins are naïve to the better things in life. Not only that, you're wild and crazy. You people need to….get a tv or something! You all have giant sticks in your-"

"Say what I think yer about ta say and yer uncle's gonna have yer hide. Besides that, we out here are not what you think at all."

"And people in the city aren't like that, at least not all of them."

"Yeah right. I don't know what kind of a dream world yer live'n in, but please come back to reality. I hear crap on the news. I read news papers, and I don't watch that much TV, but when I can, there's some movie on with some murder happening in New York. There aren't any super heroes who come and save the day. It's just crime."

"And when there's a scary movie with some pathetic loser killing people with chain saws or something of the sort, it's with you people."

"Yer such a jerk!"

"Well, you're a the biggest bi-"

"Say it" she said with a smile. "Say it and I promise you yer uncle's gonna know what you called me."

"And makes you think I'm scared of him?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Goku's got a reason to be terrified."

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he entered his English class. "This isn't your class woman. Go to your own."

She smiled evilly. "Sure thing sugah." Just when she was about to turn away, she looked back at him "Oh, and I'm still at war with ya, so don't feel safe."

He paid no attention to her. He figured that everything that she had threatened before was a just a threat. After the whole horse incident, who would be crazy enough to try something?

End of first hour….

When the bell rang, Vegeta wasn't in any hurry to get to the next class, so he slowly gathered his things and stood up. There was a line of children rushing out, but Vegeta didn't have any energy since his class was so incredibly boring. Maybe everyone else was used to the accents and Vegeta was getting used to it, but monotone was not something he wanted to endure for an hour, first thing.

When he finally got through the door, Bulma was there smiling at him. He smiled back at her, expecting that she was finally giving into his good looks and charm, but when he stepped forward to say a smart comment to ruin her day, he slipped and fell onto his already damaged back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" All of the people in the hallway noticed what happened at began laughing at the Vegeta in pain. It took him a few minutes to move. His pride was wounded and but his back was even more so. What hurt most of all was the fact that he was going to mess with Bulma, but it turned out that she was standing above him, laughing.

"Does Mistah City have a boo boo?"

"I'll kill you!" he seethed. Vegeta slowly got up, using all of his strength. There were still kids laughing at him. Some girls were "awing" not sure if he was alright, which they could obviously see that he wasn't. Vegeta looked down on the floor and realized what he had slipped on. 'A banana peel?' He thought.

He glared at Bulma, and held his bad back with one arm and pointed a finger at Bulma using the other one. "I hate you so much, woman. I'll get you for this."

"Don't blame me," she said smiling like Satan winning a soul to Hell. "Blame the janitor." Yamcha waved from down the hall, so she blew Vegeta a kiss and joined her boyfriend.

The bell for second hour rang while Vegeta was struggling to walk. He was nine minutes late.

End of Second hour….

Vegeta was cursing, not caring about what his uncle cared or thought. After all, he wasn't there and neither was his cousin to snitch on him. He was still pissed at Bulma for placing that banana peel there and he was even more ticked off with the fact that the principle was going to give him a detention. Vegeta had to use the excuse that he fell off a horse and had a bad back. Even though he told the truth, he was surprised that the excuse worked, but he could tell that the principle didn't like him and would be watching him closely.

Vegeta didn't touch his back at all, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. He had never been in so much pain in his whole entire life, but he dealt with it.

A kid who was in the same class as Vegeta's second hour went to Bulma, who was down the hall. "So, what do you got for me?"

The kid was an A-class nerd, only working for Bulma because she was pretty and wanted someone popular to notice him with her and maybe start some kind of rumor. He would have done it himself, but Bulma scared him. "Well, he came into class really late. He was almost marked absent. He really wasn't a disruption besides that." He shrugged his shoulders. "He swears like a sailor, though."

Bulma smiled again. "Really? You heard him?"

"Yeah. He should really watch his mouth."

"Thanks. Keep me posted on any other Vegeta activity."

"Will do."

End of third hour...a.k.a….Lunch time……

Vegeta didn't know if Bulma would try anything, so he decided that he would stay clear of her until he could come up with some kind of a plan. Vegeta began looking around for any place to sit. He wasn't the type of person who would hate to sit alone, but there was not atable that didn't have anyone sitting at it. Vegeta saw a table where there was a pretty girl with blonde curly hair, green eyes, and dressed in a cheerleading outfit. 'This woman can't be worse than Bulma.'

Vegeta noticed that she gave him a welcoming look and he joined her at the table. "Hello" she said with her country accent. This one was sexy like Bulma's, but he still preferred Bulma's. "So, I ain't never seen you here before. You just move into the county this summer?"

"Yeah. As a matter a fact," he said sitting down and opening his bottle of pop "I just moved a couple of days."

"Oh, where ya from, stranger?"

"New York" he said while taking a sip of pop. She nearly chocked on her mashed potatoes. "I said something wrong?" asked Vegeta.

"Why would you leave New York to come here? I'd love ta go there."

"I'm spending some time with my uncle and cousin…unfortunately."

Bulma spotted Vegeta sitting at another table and became offended. "What does he think he's doing talking to Ashley?"

Yamcha rolled his eyes. "Come on babe. Why do you care? You did just humiliate him. He's certainly not going to sit with you."

Bulma grunted and walked over to Vegeta's table and took a quick seat. "Hello." She sat down. "You can sit with us Vegeta."

Ashley nearly chocked on her chicken tenders. "You're the son of one of the richest men in the whole world! You're Vegeta Ouji?"

Vegeta smirked. "I see my fame does not only live in New York."

"Wow, you don't seem dumb. I would have never thought you flunked." Ashley said.

Vegeta grunted and yelled "I did not flunk a grade!"

"Whore" Bulma whispered to Ashley.

Ashley got out of her seat. "Listen Bulma, yer friend don't wanna sit with ya, so bite me, and go!" Bulma got up and left, but not without sticking her tongue out at Ashley.

Vegeta began to get a devilish grin. "You hate her?"

"Yeah. She's such a snobby witch!"

"Help me get her."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Well…" she scratched her head "I've got gym with her third hour. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

End of Lunch…..

Vegeta went to his locker and got his book for next hour and got a stick of gum out his locker.

End of Forth hour….

Vegeta walked out of his class and there was Ashley. She smiled at him, waiting for Vegeta to show some sign of affection. Vegeta wasn't going to do anything, but he figured that Bulma would be watching from some distance, so he smiled back at her, just to see her blush and giggle like and idiot. Instead of blushing, she looked at him disgusted and knitted her eyebrows together. "Uh…..what's with your mouth?" She pulled a mirror out of her purse and handed to Vegeta. Vegeta looked into the mirror and growled in frustration. He then began cursing and promising that he would get Bulma. "Calm down" Ashley said.

"My mouth is green! Do you understand that? G-r-e-e-n! It's that woman! She's done something. I don't know how. Maybe it was my gum, but it was in my locker."

Ashley frowned. "She's such a witch. I'll really help you now, Vegeta." Ashley had just broke up with her jock boyfriend and thought her meeting Vegeta was prefect, especially if it would bother Bulma. Vegeta rushed to the bathroom without another word to anyone, making sure that he didn't open his mouth.

Fifth hour…..

Vegeta was in Calculus class and Bulma was there with him sitting three seats away. She often looked at him with a smirk, but Vegeta tried to act like he didn't notice her. He was ready to get her good. He had planned out how the next day was going to be. Bulma was going to pay, not Vegeta. He would get her! He was able to get most of the green out of his mouth, but still did as little talking as possible. He didn't mind not speaking. He only really spoke to Bulma or to insult his cousin.

"Mrs. Simms" Bulma said raising her hand, putting on a sick look. "Do you think it would be alright if I went to the nurse? I'm not feeling pretty well." Mrs. Simms was very busy trying to assign books and passing out assignment plans, so she just shooed Bulma away without even giving her a second look. Bulma smiled, but no one cared that she was faking except for Vegeta, and he wasn't going to snitch on her.

Dismissal Bell….

Vegeta was highly ticked off that his day had been horrible. The only thing that went well was the meeting of Ashley and their new partnership and plan, but Bulma had really pushed him over the edge. Vegeta opened his locker ready to go home, but when he did, green Jell-O poured on him. He was able to get out of the way quickly and only got a few Jell-O globs on him. That still didn't spare him from humiliation from the kids in the hall. Vegeta turned as red as his locker and swore up and down the hallway until he was outside in the parking lot. When he saw Bulma getting into her blue truck, he became even angrier.

Bulma was about to smile, but when she realized how angry he was, her mouth dropped and she rushed into her car and started it up. "Bye Vegeta! I love you! I'll see you later today at the farm! We'll talk then!" She closed her door and started up the truck.

Vegeta surprisingly calmed down. The normal color returned to his face and a smirk slithered onto his face. "Okay Bulma. I've got you now. Just wait. I'll get you." He began laughing sadistic laugh as if he had lost his mind as thoughts of vengeance plagued his mind.

To be continued…

A/N: So Vegeta's so angry that he's calm. Looks like Bulma's in big trouble. Maybe. Some one has to lose the war, and Vegeta doesn't plan on losing it. Review!