Winning the Love Of The Handsome Skater
Chapter Two: Unknown Rivalry?
Bulma proceeded to her class silently down the Hall as she noticed her friends were too busy talking nonsense about the summer with the oh-so-corny "Where were you, I couldn't find you for what seems like ages, gal!", "I thought you were going to stay here, you twit! Why did you lie to me?" and other such in the same spirits.
The girl shook her head dejectedly. They would never change. She smiled faintly. And that was exactly why she loved all of them so much.
She felt a hand snake around her waist and she pulled back to see Yamcha, her boyfriend, right behind her and she smiled brightly at him. It had been almost three months since she last saw him and, Gods, did she miss him! They were never quite a passionate couple, but they loved each other and that was all that mattered. At least on Bulma's behalf, that was.
She pulled back and planted a doting kiss on his cheek, still smiling as she looked into his deep black eyes.
"Hey, Yamcha," she murmured calmly, a placid grin on her face. He grinned back at her.
He was such a wonderful and cheerful person. That was one of the many reasons why she loved him so much. He always managed to make her laugh, even in the darkest of hours. Well, what could she say? Having a boyfriend was some very beneficial business!
"Hey, babe." He kissed her again as her smile faltered into a scowl. "What?" he asked innocently.
"Don't you play fool with me, Yamcha; you know how much I hate it when you call me that," the lavender haired girl said and squeezed out of his grip onto her seat in the classroom in pseudo-exasperation. She couldn't possibly be angry with him for such a short period of time after missing him for so long. But he didn't need to know that, she smirked inwardly.
He frowned and followed suit, taking his seat and pulling his desk nearer hers.
"Oh, Bulma, will you let such a trivial little thing ruin our moment?"
She mocked thought for a bit over his words.
"Yes," was her curt answer in the end. To her surprise he broke in laughter.
"That's my girl." What was with him? Usually their little games ended with his retreat and her win. End of discussion, end of game, resuming mushiness.
Her cerulean eyes looked up as the new guy circled around the desk in front of her, pulling out a note book onto it and sitting quietly, beginning to write something; he looked utterly unimpressed with the murmurs of giggling girls around him, pointing and staring at him as guys started discussing skaters of his caliber or at least close to him. She raised a delicate eye brow as she could not imagine a skater of his 'rank' having time to do studies at home. Yamcha was no different. She often needed to tutor him, yet every time she tried to they got caught up in… let's simply say other activities.
The girls around were already whispering about him, he could hear. His senses were probably twice as better than any other boy his age. There was a reason behind it too, but he did not want to get to that. Some memories he would try his best to forget, even though he knew it was something beyond him to actually succeed in doing so. That wasn't going to stop him from trying, of course.
He slowly began doodling on one of the sheets with a smirk playing on his lips the more his drawing was taking the desired shape.
His 'masterpiece' consisted of a SD figure of him, holding the lavender haired girl whose name he didn't quite catch with her on his knee, leaning against his chest while he sat on a huge chair that could be easily mistaken for a throne with that other blonde girl by his side, a huge grin on the small Vegeta's face. Yep, he hadn't lost his touch after all—he was still as great at sketching as he always was. He made a mental note to show his creation to Goku, if only to annoy the other boy with his lack of respect for the skater's friends.
Caught up in his drawing, he didn't notice that the teacher had gone in and already said what she would want of them during the year. Even if he did notice, he seriously couldn't care any less.
Yet the math teacher seemed to care a lot when someone ignored her during her own class, in her own classroom.
"Mr. Ouji." She called his name once, trying her best to keep a cool calm voice, as she knew he was a transfer student and it was, after all, the first day of school. He didn't respond, nor did he look up. And she was starting to get the feeling that it would only go downhill from there.
"Mr. Ouji!" She repeated, this time failing to keep her voice calm. Not a single glance up at her, not a glimpse of his eyes.
"Mr. Ouji!" She finally screamed gaining the silence she tried to obtain ever since she entered the classroom as well as the teen in question's attention. His onyx orbs flashed darkly at her with annoyance read clearly in them. "Would you mind coming to the blackboard and solving this problem?" She pointed with the chalk what she meant.
Bulma frowned deeply. The teacher was a real bitch. There was no chance any other in this class but she knew how to do this before they were taught how it's done since it was this year's material.
Yet Vegeta did not even look close to panicked or even remotely perturbed. He just sighed in irritation and made his way to the front of the class room.
The chocolate eyes of the teacher bore into his skull, trying to burn holes into it. He snatched the piece of chalk from her hands rudely and looked at what was written on the board.
The lavender haired girl was about to protest to the teacher's ways as the elder woman's face beamed jubilantly, when both of them were startled as the boy began writing quietly. In a minute, he was done with all calculations. He turned back around with a bored expression on his face. The teacher stared vacuously at him. Then she glanced back to the board, and then to him again, back to the board, and back to him. Not another Briefs protégé…
"I did what you wanted, didn't I? Wasn't that the purpose of the task? Jeesh… Stupid people… need teaching…" he muttered inaudibly the last part and made his way back to his seat, slumping down on it as he reached it, fully intent on ignoring everyone and everything for the remainder of the class.
Math in school was of no interest to him. He was beyond all those losers' level anyway.
The whole class' attention turned to him as they followed his journey to his desk turning their heads over as he passed by them, murmuring amongst themselves as he passed by them uninterested.
The teacher was so shocked by the fact that this boy outsmarted her in her own game to notice that he had actually insulted her as well as the rest of the class and probably human kind, both of which she couldn't care less about. When she regained her composure, she glared suspiciously at him. Turning on her heel, she brushed everything away and wrote several equations on the board.
"Class, start working over these." She pointed at the board. "If there are any of you ready by the end of the period, tell me so I can give you more and keep your minds busy." She walked over to Vegeta's seat, the possessor of which was currently looking down at his notebook in his lap, his chair on two legs only, and he had the air of someone who knew his worth.
Until the end of the class the teacher was engaged into a constant argument with the new student as he solved everything she gave him, all of which consisted of freshman and sophomore material of University.
"This is calculus, you can't possibly know calculus." She whispered huskily and the boy's eye brow quirked at her.
"Says who?"
Even though Bulma was a good girl and her principles were totally against eavesdropping, she couldn't help but catch on to their recent conversation. Neither could she help noticing that the guy was completely out of the range of this class. True, it was a mathematics specialized school, but no one did extra work around here. They might be the elite of the country, but they also had personal lives outside the school, as much as the teachers could care less about that.
She highly doubted Vegeta wasn't very outgoing. She was also quite sure he was out after day break until sunset and probably even afterwards sometimes. He surely had a lot of girls on his tail, she could see that. So how could he possibly find time in the midst of skating, dating and just screwing around for calculus? She was a natural genius; her father was the smartest being in the Universe, probably. He made everyone's lives quite simpler with his projects and work. It was only expected of her to be a very smart girl herself, what with genes and all. But with him, it was a different story.
He was a skater. Perhaps it was common fallacy, but she had always thought of skaters as slightly… well, inferior students to the rest of the school. Yet here she had the exact opposite of her belief, bickering heatedly with the teacher who refused to believe that 'some have enough backbone to do studies alone at home', as he had said it himself.
Her train of thought was put to an abrupt halt as the irritating ring of the bell rang throughout the silent room. Sighs of relief were released all over the classroom as all the students relaxed, freed from the math torture they were currently enduring with the problems on the blackboard.
She collected her things just as fast as she could while Vegeta dashed out of the room with his bag in hand off to his next class. It was safe to say that he was quite annoyed with the nosy math teacher nagging at him for so long and he was more than happy to leave with the first chance he got.
"Did you see that?" Yamcha caught up with her just as fast. "Maybe you have a rival in brains!" He chuckled.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Sometimes her boyfriend was so simple it was almost irritating.
"Your wording is so infantile, Yamcha," she told him snappily but he seemed unimpressed with her tone as they walked on. Monday was a shitty day. They had to get to the fourth floor and the way there was quite long and they had no time to lose.
A smirk crept on her face as she dashed on as well. Maybe she did have a rival?… Or was he a rival at all?
Lunchtime…
"Did you hear about Ouji—"
"I heard he was awesome in every class he had!— "
"He's my dream man! I'm going to ask him out—"
"That Vegeta Ouji is not only the best skater, yet he's the hammer in school as well! I can barely believe it! He's so smart—"
"I was tackled during training by Vegeta Ouji! Man, am I not a lucky dog or what?— "
ChiChi frowned as she and her friends made their way through the lunch line and to the nearest available table.
"Are those rumours even true? They say he knows calculus, everything you could possibly ask of him about the whole planet and its living creatures; he could rival Mendeleyev in chemistry or whatever… What's so wonderful about him anyway?" The raven haired girl hissed between her clenched teeth as she settled her platter on the table.
"Well, Chi, he is handsome, he is cool, and he is very smart. Oh, yeah, perhaps all the reasons you pointed out a second ago too. What more should I say?" Juuhachi reasoned as she sat opposite of ChiChi following her lead with her own platter.
"My Goku is still the best. And that Vegeta-boy is so arrogant, self-centered and insolent! I can't stand him!" The brunette spat venomously and glared daggers at Juu who just shrugged at the statement. "And I know you have something for him, why don't you just try your way with him? Maybe then all those idiotic harpies will stop talking about him all the time as if he's their dream come true. It's seriously annoying me." The azure orbs of her counterpart shifted back to her.
"Are you trying to tell me I won't stand a chance with him?" the other female hissed dangerously.
"Well, Maron's already working her way with him, so you might have some competition there." ChiChi pointed her filed finger in opposite direction of the one Juuhachi was facing. She turned around on the bench and glared at Maron who had her sly filthy little arm around her man.
"We'll see…" the blonde muttered, shoving the food angrily in her mouth, writing off the subject for the time being as only God knew how starved she was.
"Hey, you guys," Bulma greeted her friends, letting go of Yamcha's waist as she sat by her buddies on the bench.
Both girls looked up and frowned. They didn't exactly hate Yamcha; he was one of their first friends in this school, they had been together for four years now, this one being the fifth, but they definitely didn't approve of him cheating on Bulma every chance he got. Ever since he started doing that, he was no more than just an acquaintance of theirs.
"Yo, B." Juuhachi moved over a little so Bulma could have a seat next to her. The lavender haired girl accepted her subtle offer. "I hear you aren't unconditionally number one anymore," the blonde prodded the subject, curious about her friend's reaction to the statement.
And, just as she had expected, Bulma pouted at the table, her eye brows creasing deeply.
"Something like that seems to be happening, yes."
"You're still just as hot, babe." Yamcha leant over her and kissed her cheek, sitting on the other side of Juu, who shot him a glare, which clearly said 'shut-up-asshole-I-know-what-you've-done-and-I-won't-tolerate-it-much-longer-as-I-am-a-true-friend,-as-opposed-to-you'. Well, at least something like it, since he didn't show any signs of understanding her glance.
Vegeta and Maron soon joined the clique as well, opposite of the trio. Goku was also fast to follow with Krillin hot on his trail.
"Hey, people!" The tall teen greeted, slumping down a twice bigger amount of food than they all had combined, sitting down on the place that ChiChi had saved for him next to her. "Didn't miss me much, now did you?"
"I missed my food, you fool. What took you so long?" Vegeta snapped at him, grabbing half of the things Goku had taken.
A goofy grin covered the boy's face.
"Well, it's not such an easy 'burden' to carry, 'Geta. Didn't want to make you so aggressive—"
"Of course you didn't, because you know you're the one that's going to get it if you piss me off," the other teen commented just as fast. "And don't call me 'Geta', got it? Otherwise I'll make sure you suffer a very painful death, Kakarott." Bulma frowned at that.
"Then why do you—" But she didn't get to finish as Maron interrupted her rudely.
"Hey, did you hear Veggiekins is a mastermind? Maybe he's even smarter than you, Bulma!" she exclaimed excitedly.
The whole table cringed at her volume of voice but they were curious to see the other female's reaction to the statement.
The girl in question glared daggers at her look-alike. It was one thing having practically the entire school testing her patience with the topic and a whole another story having this brain-dead bimbo question her competence as a devoted scholar.
"Yes, Maron, at this point everyone in school knows that. And if you would stop whoring around for just a second, you would notice that you aren't even near as intelligent as you might think you are," Bulma dropped off sarcastically, causing both Juu and Vegeta to chuckle at her retort, even though it had nothing to do with the statement Maron had made.
Juuhachi loved to hear Bulma bash Maron for all of the other girls despised her to the guts for she had cheated on Krillin so many times they weren't even countable anymore, but he still said he loved her and she claimed she did love him back. Was there a coherent reason to cheat on the one you 'love' that none of them had heard of?
"So, you like to keep your image up, eh?" Vegeta asked, forgetting the fact that the little slut by him had called him quite an insulting nickname he already knew he despised. Arguing with a gormless wench such as her was as effective as trying to catch your shadow.
"It is not an image. I am the smartest person in the whole school, whether you like it or not." She crossed her hands over her chest arrogantly, huffing angrily at the insulting hypothesis of his he had just revealed. He smirked at her.
"We'll see…" he said inaudibly, digging into his lunch without further ado.
"What was that?" she snapped, annoyed as hell with the aloof guy already. Throughout the entire day, he had only proved her theory about him being an insufferable bastard to be truer and truer.
"Nothing," he was fast to retort, perhaps saving all the occupants of the table from a volcano-like eruption of curses and obscenities. The girl narrowed her eyes at his eating frame. 'We'll see, eh? We'll see alright…' She thought to herself, feeling her appetite dissipate quite successfully…
