Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater
Chapter Eleven: Transfer Girl
The two have parted for about three or so minutes now. Three or so minutes, which have actually felt like an eternity… As they stood in silence, Vegeta subtly cursed the damned bus for picking the right time to arrive at the sector. As they sat on the separate benches in a dreading silence for too long to take, Bulma finally got back to her feet suddenly, grabbing her bag hastily.
"Well then, let's go, or we might miss another bus." She rolled her eyes for effect, but Vegeta missed it as he grabbed his own backpack which contained quite all of the possessions of his he had needed for such a short period of time. And he couldn't help but wonder how Bulma could use such a huge bag for two and a half days stay, and what did she carry in it anyway? Women… Such an enigma they were to the dark haired teen…
Jogging slightly to catch up with her that didn't really take much effort since she was handicapped by the heavy bag in her arms that she seemed to have some difficulty carrying. He debated in his mind whether to pull her out of her misery and take the bag as it would do little to slow him down, as he was much stronger than her, but still he decided against it at the tone she had used to talk to him just a second ago. Unforgivable, he noted mentally while frowning.
"What the fuck? Are you nerve-dead? Didn't you just sense what happened a moment ago? Or you actually missed what it meant!"
"Meant!" Bulma swirled around with her sack flying around her as well, nearly knocking a few passers-by as they tried to dodge the furious girl and get to their rides before it was too late. "What was that supposed to mean, Vegeta? And why don't you try elaborated once for a change, hmm?" She inquired sarcastically. She was angry. But most of all angry with herself for reacting to his gentle caress earlier. "It could prove truly useful. You should try some day."
She didn't wait for him a moment long before twirling back around on her heel, nearly knocking into some more people as she did so, her bag swinging into a familiar fashion back into its original place against her right foot for support as she tried to hasten her steps. It was a futile try, but she still had to do it, for the sake of her remaining sanity and calmness. Or else she might have tried to take a swing at Vegeta's head with the heavy bag.
"For the little time we've known each other, woman," Vegeta began, catching up with her once again, "and for that time that you claim to actually know me, I think you should've figured I am more of a person of action rather than empty babble. Words mean nothing to me; promises are just as empty as I have been inside all this time. I do not value elaboration as much as you seem to. Should I beg for your forgiveness for that, Your Highness?" He finished sarcastically just as they have arrived by the side of the bus. Bulma pushed her luggage inside and was about to storm inside and take a seat, ignoring him completely before she twirled around and glared at him with furious sapphire eyes.
"If actions do mean so much to you, Vegeta, why didn't you even react in any way after you kissed me that time, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot you don't care at all! Why should you care enough to pay attention to someone you don't even respect, a person who isn't anything to you." She spat and she was about to jump inside when she froze dead in her tracks when she heard Vegeta's joyless burst of hoarse laughter.
"You really do not know anything about me, woman. If after what I have done just a few seconds ago, the- how did you call it, care?- which I tried to - yes, - kiss you, - again - with means that I don't give a damn about you and I don't respect the fact you can experience such weak feelings as affection and compassion, so be it, woman. If that is what the kiss meant to you, fine! Now see if I care ever again! I'm so sick of your little whims! You're nothing but a spoilt brat that needs to figure out what it wants. Do not expect me to stick around while you're at it." He hissed near her face, his warm breath tickling her cheeks before he disappeared inside.
The way in which his warm lips graced hers had been completely unalike to what their first kiss had been. This time it was so… slow and… gentle… Somehow affectionate and… Pleading? Unwillingly, as she had been still mad at him at the time, Bulma find herself, to her horror, replying to it, trying to make it as passionate as she remembered it. She sighed. Did she really know what she wanted? At first, she wanted his friendship, his admission. After he kissed her, what did she want? After he decided on going out with Juu, what did she want of him? And after the two broke up… What did she want right now?
Furrowing her eye brows as she knew the answer to her mental question perfectly well, the girl ran up the steep stairs that led inside the bus and noted briefly that he wasn't in the seat by the window. It was rather strange, as she heard him complaining to Goku about it after they came in the hotel; he had said he wanted that seat. And now here was his perfect chance to claim it before she could get inside even, yet he still refrained himself from doing so. She frowned deeper. That guy was such an enigma that it was starting to really annoy her!
She slumped down in her seat and glared at her front as so did he, with his arms crossed over his perfectly sculpted chest. They sat in the very familiar uncomfortable silence again and neither planned on breaking the ice any time soon.
"All I wanted was a single apology! How hard can that possibly be? Does it truly cost you that much? It's just a simple word, that-"
He didn't plan on having her babble for the rest of their trip; he didn't feel like in the mood of listening to her rants and endless tirades for hours on end, as he was sure she could continue on and on forever.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled in complete frustration with the argument and the whole situation. "There, are you pleased? I said it!" He glared at her directly in the eyes as Bulma's own narrowed.
"I didn't want you to just do something to please me, Vegeta! How can you not understand such a simple thing? All I wanted was that-"
"That I show I care? Didn't I already do that? How much more proof do you want? Do you expect me to come crawling into your fucking feet! Get a freaking grip on yourself, woman; that is something I will never ever do! I have lived my life up to this point without you; I can survive further without you in it too. If you're so desperate to change me, you have the wrong address. I won't ever change because of anyone, do you hear?" He bellowed at her and whipped his head not to look at her. "Grow up before you talk to me next time. Just forget it…" He muttered.
More uncomfortable silence stretched itself. Was she trying to change him? What did the words he said really matter? Sure, he has kissed so many girls before her, being so famous and everything. But the sunken look on his face when she wouldn't answer his attempts at starting an argument earlier, his 'tutoring' at the ice-skating rink, his genuine gentleness in that kiss… Why did she need to anger him into apologizing when she knew it was one of the few things he hated the most. It was almost equivalent to admitting defeat. Yes, he had indeed treated her wrong, but… He wasn't really that hard to read once you open your eyes and try to look at things from his perspective.
"I don't want to forget…" Bulma almost whimpered under her breath.
"What?" Vegeta asked in annoyance as he didn't hear what she said, turning his head back at her direction, finding her sulking in her seat, her hands between her knee-caps, her head looking down and her legs. She truly did look like an infant who was refused to play at the play-ground with other children because it had done something extremely wrong.
"I have tried to forget too much… I don't want to forget anymore…" She looked up at him, locking their gazes. "I'm really sorry about my behaviour lately, it… It has been really hard around the house and everything and eventually I guess I just took it all out on you and-"
"Are we quite finished with this argument?" He asked in exhaustion. "I don't really feel like having this whole "do you care" thing on again… I haven't slept well in days, leave me be, okay!" He whipped his head in an opposite direction of her, glaring in the distance.
Bulma sighed in defeat, knowing that she wouldn't be able to say anything to him anymore. She couldn't help but wonder why exactly had it been that he couldn't sleep lately… Could it be that he was fretting over their fragile… connection, which had been on the verge of breaking? Nah, couldn't be.
In his seat, Vegeta submerged the urge to sigh in relief. He was really glad that was over. He didn't like playing victim but then again… neither of them had been right about the whole situation. So he just shoved it off his shoulders and wondered why was it that straightening a fight with the woman brought such bliss over his - which was strange in the first place for occurring - troubled senses…
"Vegeta?"
"What?" He snapped annoyed.
"I'm really so sorry…" Bulma murmured.
Pause.
Still a huge silence.
Heavy stillness…
"Just forget it… I already did." Finally came the low retort.
"Is it really so indifferent to you?"
"Are you really that stupid!" He got angered again, glaring daggers at her. She looked sunkenly (A/N: Nope, it sure isn't a word, but that Hell of doesn't get in my way of making it one, lol) back at him. "Do you honestly think it's that indifferent to me since I get so fucking worked up about it? Damn it woman, you're so slow today, I swear."
"I'm sorry…" She said after a few minutes. Vegeta rolled his onyx eyes away from her. This was sure as Hell going to be one Hell of a long trip home…
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After they came back, Bulma finally began to shake herself off of that little depression she had gotten herself into because of… Well, she wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was because he accused her of trying to change him before she even got to know him in the first place. Maybe it was because he refused to provide her any kind of information about himself. Or it might be because she desperately needed to really know what she wanted of him… They had considered that topic in the bus again, right before they parked into the huge bus parking lot at the station… It ended up, quite… well, interesting. She just shook off the topic, being extremely uncomfortable about thinking it over even.
They also considered her reading skills and Goku's stupidity (just take a guess who began with the topic) and Bulma just had to say he did have a right in his accusations of his best friend. Goku was definitely not one of the sharpest knives in the court (A/N: I've only heard that phrase being said, I have no idea if that's what I really want to say… Sorry, not so good with the idiomatic phrases…), but he had a very kind heart and he was a really good friend to both of them. Vegeta insisted that didn't excuse his lack of knowledge what secrecy meant and just why he shouldn't pig out in public places. Bulma had laughed at that place, visioning the sight quite well in her mind's eye. It was, indeed, hilarious when you weren't the one next to the innocent big guy.
It was late in the evening when they finally got home from the long trip from the other side of the city to Capsule Corp compound. But she didn't plan on letting that fact stopping her even just a little bit from her assault on the phone. No. ChiChi would never be able to hear the end of her tirade.
"Hey, mom! Hey, dad!" She yelled to her parents in the living room, flashing them a bright smile. "Missed ya a lot! Gotta go and talk to ChiChi, sorry! I'll be right back." Her parents had little time to reply to her before her bedroom door slammed shut from up the stairs. The two exchanged strange looks and got back to watching their show, laughing full-heartily at the television set.
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"ChiChi!" She screeched infernally into the phone receiver once she heard her friend's voice on the other end of the line greet her cheerfully.
"Well, hullo to you too, B!" The other girl laughed and rubbed her ear, putting the receiver back to her ear after.
"How could you fucking do this to me? I thought I told you just how much I wanted to get home earlier! I-told-you-that! And you still did what? Desert me in the middle of a foreign city, all alone in the huge station!" Of course, she was over-reacting. She wasn't as helpless as she would have wanted herself to be for the occasion. But right now she wanted to make her friend feel guilty about leaving her all alone with Vegeta for so much time.
"Now, you know that's quite not true, Bulma." ChiChi attained her stern serious voice again after laughing for a bit. "Vegeta was there with you. He might not be quite the best company, but at least he would've protected you if it really became of need for such a thing. Besides, you wanted to come home as fast as possible because you got in some fight with Vegeta, or something like that. And don't you dare say that's not true, because I know you better than you think, Miss Briefs." She said before Bulma could object. The lavender haired girl just chuckled in the receiver of her cordless phone as she laid her back against the bedpost. "So, how did everything go? You're not going to strangle each other tomorrow, right?"
"Well, it could've been better,…" she lied, "But we're getting along again."
"Which means a dozen more arguments tomorrow?" Bulma laughed at this.
"Yeah, but just for the sport." She smiled warmly. She almost couldn't wait to win another argument to her flame-haired friend. He was a friend now, right? Did she want to a friend of his, just a mere friend, after having kissed him all those times already? She couldn't help but wonder to herself… "Tomorrow?" She finally realized the word. "Didn't we have the week off school?" She questioned strangely. The last thing she needed was to put up with her biology teacher tomorrow.
"Oh, we do. But the guys are going to have practice anyway, and after we could go and fetch some more of those burgers to eat. It's going to be quite fun. Since you've cleared things up with Vegeta, as much as I would prefer you not to communicate in any way with him in the first place," Bulma laughed again. She just couldn't understand why ChiChi despised Vegeta so much. Maybe he just wasn't her type, considering ChiChi was the one who had been Goku's girlfriend ever since she first saw him. "You're coming too, right?"
"Sure." The lavender-haired girl smiled. I could use some exercise since I didn't really go out a lot in Eastern City.
"You have no idea what you've missed, B! You're so going to be sorry till the rest of your days!" She laughed evilly. The sapphire eyes rolled at that statement.
"I could just go and buy myself a ticket and do everything you did and even more for just a few days in the same hotel in the best apartment they have. I'm Bulma Briefs, don't forget that one."
"Damn you. I was just starting to have fun and you just had to ruin the moment." They both laughed.
"Always at your service, ma'am." Bulma mocked. And the two got engulfed into a stretched conversation about how their stay in Eastern City had been.
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Vegeta threw his back pack on the ground after kicking his shoes off and his new CD player was placed on the nearest horizontal surface that came into his vision and stormed off towards his room, slamming the door shut roughly, showing his companion clearly that he had returned. As he guessed, not more that a minute later, Goku came to him with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Are you going to stop looking so stupidly at me or I should do you a favour and wipe it clear off your face for you?" He snapped angrily as he switched his stereo on and checked the clock on his bedside table.
"I take that you didn't clear things with Bulma off then?" Goku's face faltered. How were the two going to put up tomorrow since they still were in a stupid fight probably?
"I fail to see how that is any of your business, Kakarott." Vegeta commented as he flipped through the CDs he had burnt on his computer.
"Why did you fight this time? I thought that-"
"Are you quite leaving? I don't feel like considering my personal affairs with you."
"What did you do two hours at the station? Trying not to strangle each other?" Goku's frown deepened. Vegeta rolled his eyes at that. Then a devious smirk crossed his features at the remembrance.
"Maybe… But in a different way from what you meant, Kakarott, believe me. She is perfectly whole. I haven't done anything to her."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Goku pouted. He hated when his friend played guessing game with him. He had sucked at it since forever. His childish reaction only made Vegeta roll his eyes again. Oh, the idiocy of the oaf was limitless!
"It means, idiot, that it is time for you to leave my room, or I'll just put the music on so high that you'll have to get a megaphone to talk to me. Now leave!" He demanded leaving no place for argument. But Goku could be more thickheaded than you might think at times…
"You're still fighting, aren't you? You didn't hurt her in any way, did you? You know how's everyone going to react when they see her throat or something all bruised tomorrow and as strong as you might consider yourself, Vegeta, you're not going to be able to resist so many people, and things are going to get really ugly then and just don't expect me to come to your aid, because it had all been your fault and-"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. What was with that guy? Was he stupid or something? No, no, take that one back. He was, and still is, stupid. That didn't change a thing.
"First of all, those weaklings are no fucking match for me, Kakarott. Second, do you honestly think I'd risk my skin even if I decided to do something to the woman and attack her in a way that it is going to be so obvious to everyone! And, if you so much insist to know, even if it is truly none of your business, no, we've cleared things up. Are you pleased now? Are you leaving?" He demanded. Goku just smiled brightly at the retort.
"Yup! Glad that's clear! Oh, and don't forget that tomorrow we have practice!" The tall guy said as he made his way towards the door, pausing for a moment at it before he went to his room. "Oh, and the gang are all going to accompany us at the skating rink and we're going to the Flora after. Just so you know." He said and exited.
Vegeta stared blankly after him. He couldn't help but feel a slight wave of dread and anxiety wash over him at the prospect of Bulma seeing him on his board at practice. He growled and squashed the weakling feeling. He had to clear his head some before he did anything else. He was starting to get really weak… This was good by absolutely no means. Another raw growl emitted from his throat. He should stop making out with that woman. It was messing with his head.
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(A/N: -clears throat- Now you're going to wonder just why am I making a skater fic if I have absolutely no clue what skating consist in… Well,… I really don't have an answer to that one. It just is so cool, and I like watching people skate, but I haven't got a single clue how the… uh, terminology of this sport is in my own language, not to mention in English. So, instead of talking gibberish, I'll just skip that part and every single one of you can picture just how I cool I want to picture Vegeta now… Because I sure as hell can't describe it well at all. It's a sphere where I am no where near to knowledgeable. Sorry for the huge block of explanations. Please continue down…)
Bulma and the other girls sat in the far off end of the skating ramp in front of them, and in the distance there was a long stair case on a few levels. They presumed the railing was quite what they used. She could hear the heated conversations that were shared on the highest point of the staircase and she could see the bunch of boys gathered. They quieted down a bit when their leader joined them, clearing his throat.
"Alright, losers. I hope you're ready to fall some of those boards and get publicly embarrassed as this time we have company." He pointed at the four girls waiting and observing their every action from down the stairs. Zarbon grimaced and his best friend Dodoria did too. It wasn't as if they weren't good at skating, but still… They didn't like the prospect of being watched by a bunch of girls. "Hope that doesn't destroy what little self-respect you have for yourself." The dark teen chuckled.
"Shove it, Vegeta." Zarbon spat, climbing on the stone beginning of the thin railing. His leader frowned but still observed as the green haired boy slid down the railing in a 50-50 grind. Vegeta's frown deepened.
"Try learning something instead of trying to show off with simple tricks, idiot!" He yelled after his 'student', who growled but still did as told. He still hadn't mastered the nosegrind down the railing. It was so hard to switch between grinds with those bent-horizontal changes in the freaking railing! Almost every time he tried to, he fell off the edge and hurt his side. He was already sick of it, truly.
He tried to shift into a nosegrind the first chance he got when he got near solid ground, yet failed miserably and his board continued down without him, yet he managed to stay on both his feet, letting his skateboard collide with the back of the ramp. He grimaced and went to pick it up in defeat.
Vegeta shook his head in dejection. Well that didn't go well… He turned to the side to glare at Goku.
"Kakarott, you're next. I want to see that nollie. And do it right this time." Goku whined.
"Vegeta, my hand just healed from the day before. Do I have to?" He whined much like a two-year old. Vegeta's growl indicated that he, indeed, had to do it, if he valued his life still that was.
"Stop whining, you imbecile and just do it!"
Without further compliant, Goku got on his board at the beginning of the railing and looked down with dread. If there was one thing he wouldn't manage any time soon that was gaining his balance. He looked back at the furious expression on his leader's face and decided that it was time to fall off the board. With a deep inhale, he did a backside smith as he slid down the few levels of the stair case with ease. At the end of the railing, which was slightly high, he tried to kick the board with toes toward the heel side of the board with back foot, and he landed swiftly a mere second after, yet failed to regain his balance and fell backwards off the board, rolling on the ground a bit, letting his own board also collide with the end of the ramp. Bulma was beginning to think it had been actually secured not to break their equipment since this seemed to happen occasionally.
Vegeta's low growl was loud enough to reach Goku's ears as he got up and dusted himself off, picking his board.
"Idiot! What did I tell you about this? Watch what you do and try to keep your weight steady. And don't fall like that, you buffoon! One day you really are going to break something!"
"Gee, thanks for worrying about me, 'Geta." The other teen gritted his lined up white teeth. That guy was just too much, too much!
"Whatever." He muttered, whipping his head around to glare at Krillin, who was swallowing dryly as he noticed how Goku massaged his formally hurt hand. "Chrome dome, your turn. I want to see that backside crook done well this time, you hear? I'm so fucking sick of all this explaining I must do every freaking time!"
"But, Vegeta, you know how hard it is for me to keep myself on the board in that grind… Can I practice it some later? I don't feel like-"
"Falling? Too bad. Then do it so you don't fall." He shoved the guy forward towards the end of the railing. "Come on, I don't have all day the waste on this!"
Gulping, Krillin also tried his luck. He also failed. And so did most of the guy that went after him. Today Vegeta was in an especially sore mood and it honestly gave his students the creeps. They didn't like it when he was mad. Because usually they were the ones that paid the price for it.
Bulma frowned deeply as the last guy fell hard and hit his head in a nasty bump. She hated when someone just ordered others around. And she suspected that everyone was getting all worked up about his skills for no apparent reason. She hadn't seen him skating yet. Maybe he just didn't want them to see how awful he is doing in public. After all, he had missed practice for three days. That probably already got him out of shape.
"Hey, vegetable head!" She yelled, satisfied to hear a growl which assured he was listening to her. A few chuckles from the small crowd could also be heard. "Are you afraid you'll fall too, or all you can do is order people around?" She bellowed so he could hear her.
"Are you challenging me, woman?" He answered back, his eyes narrowing. How dare she question his ability?
"Give me a reason not to!" She called back. Frowning, he pushed his way up the railing, picking up his black board. He smirked as he looked down the railing. This was going to be fun. He'd make them all gawk.
"Ready when you are, wench." He yelled to her. It was her turn her eyes to narrow.
"Come on then!"
The four girls observed with interest whether Vegeta was going to fall like their other two best friends. He rolled down with a backside smith grind, something a few people failed to do, the whole first level. After he slid down the short horizontal surface, he shifted into a backside crook and slid so the second level. He fought for balance, steadying the board into a 50-50 grind at the third stair-level, making a heel flip on the horizontal part of the railing before the forth bent part of it came, and just at the end of it, he shifted into a frontside feeble. Before he could land off the railing, his kicked his board, flipping it over into a nollie. He landed gracefully, like Goku did, but unlike him, he managed to keep his balance as he made it on solid ground. He flipped his board around, skating in fakie towards the small group of girls that hadn't realized they have been holding their breaths during the whole show. The killed his speed down and stopped right in front of Bulma. (A/N: No idea if the whole thing's possible… It's a fanfic, remember? Bear with me!)
"Is that enough of a proof, or do I need to 'elaborate?" He chuckled at the baffled expression she made. He managed to combine all the stunts that most of his students failed at, all into one, on such an uncertain surface and didn't fall, didn't even lost control of his board. She looked down at the thing and for the first time she noticed how it looked like.
It was purely black coloured. It looked pretty simple from the side, but really interesting at the same time. The only ornament on it was a snake-like silver dragon on the surface. She stared for a bit before he pulled away and went back to ordering around.
"Alright, now. Try to do what you can't better while I go for a coffee. And no complaints, none of you have earned one yourselves." He turned around, ready to leave before he remembered something. "And don't slack. If I see even one of you slacking, I'm going to kick you out like I did with that scum bag Yamcha. Got it?" He yelled scornfully at the remembrance of the imbecile. Oh, he had craved for this moment for a long, long time now. Finally, practice would be a rather bliss without the annoying worm.
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After Vegeta had returned, there was another two hours of practice, before he dismissed all of them and he and the gang decided they have earned a good snack.
"I had no idea you could do those things." Bulma said as they sat in the Flora. Vegeta smirked from his seat opposite from hers.
"There are many things about me that you don't know about, woman." He commented, munching slowly on his Flora burger. Oh, bliss… He had waited for this the whole day…
Bulma grimaced at him. She didn't like his tone. She didn't comment on it nonetheless. Suddenly, she remembered of something she and the other girls had done while the guys were training. It proved to be quite true, yet she refused to believe one of the paragraphs.
"Hey, Vegs," She began, making him groan and swallow his bite.
"Hallelujah! Another nickname! Congratulations, creative one!" He exclaimed sarcastically. Bulma just hit him playfully on the shoulder, muttering a 'shut up!' as she searched for some paper.
"Does anyone have a pen?" She asked. ChiChi searched her purse but finally it was Juu who gave her one between bites.
"Why do you need a pen all of a sudden?" ChiChi asked her with interest.
"I want to see what the fortune-telling game will say about Vegeta!" She exclaimed, scribbling something on the sheet. Juu clapped her hands together as well.
"Oh! You do that! I'm eager to see!"
"I don't like fortune-telling games. They're all such a fake and none of that shit's true." Vegeta reasoned, trying to dismiss the topic as soon as possible. He truly loathed those things… It was what he could have done in kindergarten. He was a senior in high school, damn it! And so were they! Why wouldn't they just act like their age?
"Oh, don't be like that, Vegeta. You'll see; this one is the closest one to the truth that you can have." She continued to write. Deciding that trying to escape this stupidity was futile and just a waste of his time, the dark haired teen knew he would have to put up with her, just for a bit. Soon, he was passed the sheet and the pen. He cleaned his fingers in the napkin and looked weirdly. "Now, these are five animals, written in a random manner. You have to put them in the order you would most like to see them!" Bulma said excitedly. Raising an eye brow yet deciding against questioning, Vegeta did as told. Bulma had to remind her friends not to peek over as he wrote; she wanted it to be a surprise. He didn't really take that long before he looked up again, annoyance quite evident on his facial features. This was far beyond stupid.
"Now what?" He snapped.
"The second row contains five words. Next to each one write the first description that comes to your mind when you hear that word. But, write something that has sense, not dog - bone, or something like that…" Bulma reasoned, making Vegeta's onyx orbs roll.
"I got the freaking idea, jeez." He didn't take too long to fill that column as well. He looked back to her again. Everyone was getting edgy already.
"The final column consists in colours. When mentioned the respective colour, write of a person who you associate it with. Like, yellow - Juu, but not because her hair is blond, or because she usually wears yellow or something like that. Think of it as a colour that describes one's character."
"Fine…" He muttered, writing fast something. Finally he stopped above the last colour, doubting whether to write what was on his mind or not. If he did… and it was really a trick question as he felt it was and all those idiots heard and believed whatever the stupid game said it was… How were they going to react? He continued staring blankly with the pen above the colour that read 'red', still considering the possibility of writing it. Bulma noticed his hesitation and elaborated more.
"If you don't want us all to hear something that badly, you could just write X, or Y, or whatever you wish. Or I could just not read it, or whatever you wish." She shrugged. "The most important is for you to know who that is."
Finally, deciding, Vegeta scribbled the final colour and passed her over her things. She grinned and stared weirdly at the piece of paper when she noticed there were two numbers in front of a few of the animals in the first column.
"Well!" Marron asked eagerly.
"Read the first line before the second one." Vegeta explained.
"Why are there two of them?" Bulma raised her fine eye brow as she read what he had written. He shrugged.
"It's a kind of those character-explaining things, is it not?" He questioned rhetorically. "I wasn't like this my whole life. I changed in a short period of time. I thought you could want to know how else I could've put the animals in order, if you met me two years ago."
"Okay, okay. So…" She just shook the topic off, as she was getting more interested every time he tried to keep something of his past in secret. "First you have placed the tiger. That means that the biggest priority in your life is your pride." Vegeta smirked at that. 'True…' Bulma thought short-lived and continued down. "Second, you've placed the cow. The cow stands for career. Third in your list is the pig, which stands for money." She grimaced. He was so predictable. "Forth is the sheep, which stands for love. And last and least comes the horse, which stands for family."
"For the first time I cannot agree more with a fortune telling game." He smirked widely at him.
"This was easy to guess by ourselves." ChiChi snorted. Vegeta paid no attention to her. What caught Bulma's attention however was the other numbers. Tiger, sheep, pig, cow, horse. Two years ago, he had valued love quite more than he did now. Why was that? She also noticed that his pride stood before all of them, in both rows. She smiled secretly to herself.
"The next column. For the dog you've written 'callous'. The dog stands for what you think of yourself." Vegeta snorted at that. "For the cat, you've written 'treacherous'. The cat is what the relationship between you and your girlfriend is." Vegeta laughed full-heartily at that. True, true… All the women in his life had a 'treacherous' relation to him. "The rat is what your conversations are. You've written 'bite mark' against that one." Bulma smirked at this like Vegeta did as well as she read. "The coffee is your opinion of love. You've written 'darkness' on that one." He laughed darkly again. "The ocean, 'infinite', as you've written, is what your life is."
"Right," he implied sarcastically. But actually, he still thought he couldn't agree more on that one.
"So? Come on, what are you waiting for? Read, read!" Juu urged her.
"Okay, okay, jeez…" Bulma sighed and started reading the colour column. Vegeta also watched her with slightly veiled interest. "Yellow is the person you won't ever forget. That's Marron." Marron squealed in the same time. Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Do you have to wonder why I won't?" He questioned no one in particular and Juu nodded in understanding. Marron's annoying high-pitched voice was something she would too, indeed, never forget.
"White stands for your twin in life. That's Juu by your writing." Juu grinned at that point. Vegeta glared at her.
"Stop looking at me like that, damn you!" He cursed under his breath, yet loud enough for Juuhachi to hear him clearly. Yet the teen did not cease her actions. She was Vegeta Ouji's twin! How could she just stop like that? Nope, she'd grin at it for a while now.
"Orange stands for the person that is your best friend." She expected to see her name written here, but managed to mask her disappointment well. "That's Goku."
The tall guy hugged his best friend in a bear hug, shortly after shoved back by the shorter boy.
"Keep your hands off of me." He demanded. His friend didn't pay any attention to the hostility in his voice.
"Green is the other person you will remember your whole life." She looked quizzically at the foreign name scribbled in Vegeta's beautiful writing. She just noticed how graceful and beautiful his letters were. "That's… Hailie, if I read quite correct what you've written."
"Time to elaborate! Who's that Hailie girl?" Marron squealed. Juu's eyes flashed with interest, yet Bulma just stared blankly at the sheet. She was just looking vacantly at the last, fifth, colour in the column and the name, or more like the pronoun next to it.
"I don't plan on doing such a thing." Vegeta said. ChiChi gathered Bulma's attention and pulled her out of her short trance-like state of mind.
"What about the red?" Vegeta snapped his head in Bulma's direction as well, waiting for the final word to be said.
"Red stands for…" She looked at the sheet again. It was just a stupid little game, she told herself. It didn't mean anything; it didn't say anything about the person or what they were really like… But he had been way too correct with everything to that point. Goku was truly his best friend, despite what the flame-haired guy claimed all the time. Juu was so much alike him in so many ways that it was truly scary… Marron with her bubby character was truly someone you could never forget for her annoying giddiness… She left a certain mark in one's psyche. And Hailie… She seemed like someone who had been important to him in the past, by everything she had heard from Juu about their little conversation on the topic and such… Then… Could it be true?
"Well?" Vegeta inquired, quite losing most of his patience with the topic.
"Red stands for the person, who's… the love of your life." She said slowly and her eyes shifted to the pronoun next to it. For a moment the whole table stood still. Vegeta knew what he wrote and he was having a similar debate with himself like the one Bulma did. Could it really be?
"Well, who is it?" Juu asked.
"Not important." Bulma said and crumpled the peace of paper, folding it into her jeans' back pocket.
"What? Not important? Bulma Briefs, give that here! I wanna see!" Marron exclaimed and tried to fetch it.
"Marron." Juu, who sat by the other girl said in a threatening tone. "If there is something Vegeta trusts only Bulma with, you should just drop it." Marron grimaced but still figured that fighting Bulma was useless. Her lavender haired twin-like would be able to crush her in no time. After all, Marron was truly the weakest from the girls. With an award-winning smirk, Bulma sat in her seat and ate on her hamburger again.
"Whatever. Let's change the topic." ChiChi said. "Did you hear a girl is transferring? In the middle of the term? That's quite impossible! We're like so different from the other schools and transferring in the middle of the first term is a suicide." ChiChi commented.
"Yeah, I heard that rumor too. I think they said it's a girl from your old school, Vegeta." Juu turned to the boy in question.
"And I care, because,…?" He inquired.
"Weren't you popular there?"
"Of course I was. I still am. The whole city knows who I am." He said sternly.
"Well then, you might just know her!" Juu said pleased, a strange grin on her face. "The name sounded really familiar, but I didn't care enough to remember it."
"Whatever…"
"Vege-kins?" A disbelieving voice from behind him exclaimed quietly. He whipped his head around, dreading the sight he was about to take in. There was only one person in the whole wide world that called him that… It was disgraceful and painful after all this time and after everything that had happened to hear that nickname again. He hoped it was someone else, but it wasn't.
Bulma noticed that it was the same girl with the same school uniform from before. Only this time she could look at her better. She was a mid-height girl, not too short, not too tall. Yet it still looked like Vegeta was taller than her too. She had the same long black coloured pleated skirt and the navy long shirt, her dark violet tie hanging lifelessly on her neck, collecting her shirt's collar tidily. Her eyes were emerald, and clear with obvious joy and… excitement? She had a very short hair cut (A/N: Picture Ayanami Rei hair-style, exact replica of it) and her auburn locks hugged her neck and cheeks gently and loosely.
She shifted her eyes back to Vegeta who had taken a similar stance to the one he did when he saw the pair before. Yet he was glaring at the girl that was closer to him more than at the other one. His eyes sparked with anger, they were dull and distant. He hid all emotion except anger and …betrayal? The girl took a chair for herself and sat at the table next to him, a bright smile gracing her features. No one on the table let out a sound as she did so.
"Brittany, take a seat too. Vege-kins is here, after all!" She exclaimed, her voice quiet and low. It wasn't as high-pitched as Bulma believed it would. She was all over him, but the lavender-haired girl also noticed the disgust the boy was watching their new companion with.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Aw, you know how much I loved those Burgers!" She exclaimed, giggling slightly. She appeared quite weak… "Besides, you should get used to having me stick around. I decided to follow you into your new school! Orange Star High, or what was it?" She asked ignorantly.
"And just why would you do that?"
"Is that the transfer girl?" Juu inquired. All the attention of the inhabitants turned to her.
"And who are you?" The foreign girl asked herself.
"You all seemed to want to know who Hailie is." Juu nodded, and so did Marron. Bulma and ChiChi as well as the rest of the boys kept their stoic expressions. "Well, here she is. Your new transfer girl, Hailie Mizuhara." Vegeta said dreadfully, rolling his eyes at his statement. He hated even her name now…
With a glare, Hailie's emerald eyes traveled over all of the girls sitting on the table. Neither looked at her haughtily. They were genuinely surprised. All expect for one. The lavender haired one…
The colouring of the other female was what caught Hailie's eye. The long lavender tresses made that girl probably more exotic than she believed herself to be. Her clear sapphire eyes shone with a heated emotion that she recognized very well - jealousy. Perhaps that was Vegeta's new girlfriend. Well, she would see about that… She was determined on getting her man back, and this sissy prissy Barbie girl wasn't going to really be an obstacle.
It had been such a long time since Vegeta had seen this girl… So much time and he had quite enjoyed himself in the mean while. He didn't have a worry in the world, he even had time to enjoy himself, to forget about his hurting past, to forget everything that had been and to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could start over. If nightmares do come true, his just did… And he didn't like a second of it… He thought he had buried that part of him as he left his old school… He deserted everything - his old apartment, the old class, the whole school, he even made Goku move in with him in his new place! And what for? To have the bitch chase after him? That was not going to work for him! He'd be damned if he ever retreated to her ever again!
With a fake smile plastered on her face, she confirmed Vegeta's words, not once breaking eye contact with the exotic female on the other end of the small table.
"Hey! I'm Hailie! Nice to meet you guys!"
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A/N: Another not so very eventful chapter. But… I hope you liked it. It explained, especially the fortune telling game, what Vegeta thinks of his life, and how his priorities have been while… Well, two years ago. And you'll see what's been that two years ago if you review lol! More elaboration on the Hailie topic since she' already arrived at the scene next time. Hope you liked it! I sure as hell loved writing it! I just wanted to show you how Vegeta feels at the time… Anyway… Please review! You know how pathetic I get when it comes to reviews! Please?
Also, I don't have an idea when I'm going to update next time… I have so much to do, so little time… Read bio to find out more… Really, really sorry… Have an exam some time soon now… Depression is knocking on my door too… Sorry… I still do my best, you know… Everything for my wonderful readers… :)
