Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater

Chapter Fifteen: Birthday Fever

The faint rays of the sun light penetrated through the thin curtains of the Capsule Corporation's heiress' room. The traveled slowly, as if summoned by her subtle body's chant, towards the slim curves covered clumsily by the cloud-coloured satin sheets of her huge bed. The sleeping damsel stirred lightly, turning to a side, her long lavender tresses tickling her face as they fell, as if scolding her for she had disturbed their peaceful slumber as well. She groaned slightly, her eye lashes fluttering lightly as the clearest cerulean orbs were revealed from behind the creamy eye lids. The piercing cobalt eyes tried to blink sleep away and gather the last events of the previous day.

With a light sigh, the girl whom those eyes belonged to, pulled her upright and looked around, completely uncaring and unconcerned by the fact that she was still completely naked. She was zooming over the room, looking for her prince to whom she had given herself last night, repeatedly. She kept looking with hope that he was still around, even though his place on the bed was cold. Her fine thin eye brows narrowed when she did not spot him anywhere around. He was quite gone, you could say…

With a huff, the girl pulled herself over the edge of the bed and she sat there mutely for some time, looking at an unparticular spot on the carpeted floor. Her bare feet were getting cold, but she wasn't paying attention to that. So, he didn't even stay at bed after their first night together? A strange smirk crossed her face for a bit before she stood up and gazed lazily towards the bathroom. She was definitely not a morning person…

But right now she didn't really feel like ruining what she had fought so hard to build… She had to give him enough time to entrust her with everything that was worrying him. In the meantime, she could really use a nice long shower in there…

Making her way inside, taking slow steps, she looked around. A bathroom like any other. But to her, this one was really special… Everything around there smelt of him. His bed that she had been previously laid in the past night reeked of him. Everywhere she turned, she met him, in one way or another. A smile graced her face. Now he was hers as much as she was his…

Her bare feet slapped lightly against the tiled floor of the bathroom as she approached the shower cabin and slid the door to it open, closing it behind her afterwards. She felt her freezing feet endure an even stronger degree of coldness as they touched the floor of the cabin. She suppressed a shiver and reached out of the faucets.

Sure, last night had been a killer. She had never had better than what he had offered her. The fact she loved him even now made it even more special. But…

Her face darkened as the water slid freely down her lavender head, leaving a moist trail down her long tresses, soaking them.

But she had felt it. Even though he was incomparable to any other, he was distracted. That same night, he hadn't felt entirely there. Sure, they had pleasured both their bodies' whims, but…

Her teeth clenched tightly in her mouth as the water ran down the line of her jaw and backbone.

But he was still agonizing. Their releases… They felt so martyrized… He seemed clumsy at first… And even when they had gone to his place, he wasn't doing any better… No, make no mistake! He was a thousand times better than what Yamcha would ever be… But…

She exhaled a long breath and looked upwards, letting the water splash against her face and wash away all her worries and troubles. It was a futile try, but she was bound to attempt it…

Somehow she knew that he could do better than that… She just couldn't figure out what was holding him back. And, by the way it all seemed, he wasn't planning on telling her any time soon…

Her frown deepened. She had to try to forget all of this… Or else she might get some strange ideas and jump down his throat demanding explanation. She knew that after what he said, about his parents, yesterday there was something behind him that he had yet to solve himself before he could talk to her about it.

Another deep hollow sigh escaped her. If it was time he needed, time it was she would give him.

At least for as long as she could enforce it on her short patience…

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After an hour, Bulma was down the stairs to a spacious kitchen, wearing a shirt that was probably twice her size in shoulders and looked like a dress concerning its length. She decided to borrow it, since her dress from yesterday was still dripping wet outside on his balcony (she put it there so it dried up).

"About time you woke up." A voice called to her; a voice that she knew all too well. She smiled back at Vegeta and took an apple from the bowl.

"I was tired." He chuckled at her statement. It was nice to know that he was the one that got her 'tired'. He said nothing more as he continued to dig into the chocolate cereal that he made for himself. His girlfriend passed by him and looked weirdly at the couple of other full dishes with the same contents all around the table. She lifted an eye brow at that. "Are we expecting someone?"

He looked up from his breakfast for a moment at her before he chuckled again.

"It would be nice if someone barged in right now and saw you in ­this." He referred to his shirt that she was wearing, making her face flush in anger. "But, no, we aren't expecting anyone."

"Then why all the dishes?"

"Cereal is better when it absorbs the milk." He explained as-a-matter-of-factly, waving his spoon in the air at her. "Besides," he turned his attention back to the cereal, "it's Kakarott's turn to wash dishes." He snickered when he imagined seeing his friend's face at the huge pile of dishes in the sink. Bulma shook her head at him and sunk her teeth into her victim (apple), taking a rather unlady-like bite. Then it was that she noticed it. His bleeding bruised knuckles. Her brows narrowed over her eyes.

"'Been working out again?" She questioned while taking a seat across of him. His onyx orbs shifted up, his neck still in the same position over the dish. He looked so adorable when he didn't have his eye brows furrowed…

"Err… Yeah." He mumbled when he also noticed his hands. "Had to train…"

"Does training involve losing a limb?" She asked angrily.

"Not necessarily." He answered curtly. He was already halfway through the dishes…

"Do you really always have to get all bloody when you train?" She said, her lips pursed. He didn't answer that. He continued eating. When he was done, she pulled him by his wrist (she was afraid that if she gripped at his hand he'd be in more pain) on the nearby couch.

"What the—Woman, I'm fine. It's just some minor scratches! I usually do more when I train, but I would wake you up—"

"Do I look like I'm buying that crap? Just sit still and let me attend this." She continued stubbornly. He wasn't going to give up that easy! This argument he would surely win!

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"What's with the bandages?" Zarbon asked warily, eyeing Vegeta's neatly bandaged hands as they held his board while their leader arrived.

"Nothing…"

"Working out late again?" Another guy asked him.

"None of your friggin' concern!" He retorted defensively back.

"You're getting better at this. Attending your wounds, that is…" A third person snickered as he eyed Vegeta's lint closely.

"Get back to work, you imbeciles!" The dark teen finally burst out, making the lower-ranked skaters scramble and go back to training. He breathed in deeply, calming himself, his face returning to its original colour after his anger washed away. He couldn't believe she had forced him into this! Was he wearing off on her? He certainly hoped not!

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It was already around noon, and Bulma had long since gone back to her house. Her earlier worries seemed to have washed away and now all she could think of was her Vegeta. Vegeta this, Vegeta that… Where was he right now? Was he thinking about her? What was he doing? Where was he going? Was he planning on surprising her by passing by for lunch? Did he like yesterday as much as she did? Was she good enough? Was she better than Hailie? He wouldn't break up with her any time soon, would he? She would cry her eyes out and deafen the whole world if he did! The nerve!

Finally, the girl caught a grip on herself and released a gleeful laugh when she noticed that she was being ecstatic and paranoid. Wherever he was, he was still her boyfriend. It had been just one official date and their first night together! He wasn't the type to break her heart so easily. She could care less about Hailie and how good she had been.

Picking up her phone, the girl attempted to call ChiChi and go out with her to the mall, since she had to buy some new clothes for her birthday and stuff like that… Whatever it was, she just felt the need to seal her wonderful two days with a trip to the mall. After all, she got laid, she got a nice boyfriend, she had her parents all to herself for a day soon, she got laid, she had Vegeta all to herself, it was her eighteenth birthday soon, she got laid…

She let out another light laugh when she realized how much time she was spending with her boyfriend and how much he was influencing her already. She almost thought like a guy now! She giggled. But she did get laid!

The phone rang once, twice… The tenth time had come around the corner and Bulma's face was by far not so cheerful anymore. She was staring stoically at the other end of the room thinking of various brutal deaths that may have come upon her raven haired friend (for she never missed a race for the phone, even though she was the only one who picked it up usually) when a groggy agitated voice sounded from the other end of the line.

"What is it now?" She snapped making her cobalt eyed friend blink stupidly.

"Well, good day to you too!" The other girl lashed back.

"Oh, it's you."

"HEY! Now that was really rude."

"Sorry, B. I just can't even move around here because all of the papers that are rolling around the floor. 'Sup?"

"You're not pulling so easily out of this one, Cheech! Besides, when was it that you had paperwork to do? Never?" Bulma chuckled at that making her friend roll her eyes at that.

"I swear, you're spending far too much time with that rotten bastard of yours. He's influencing you too much…"

"Look who's talking…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" The dark haired girl asked defensively. The other female just laughed heartily at her outburst.

"Nothing. Look, Chi, I was going to ask you if you want me to come and pick you up for ladies' hang out this afternoon at the mall, you know, the usual stuff… I want to show off with the fact I—"

"Look, B – I really don't have time for this right now, okay? I told you, I have tons of work. I'll see you Monday at school okay? Bye! Work doesn't wait much!"

And before she could show off with the fact that she had slept with Vegeta, the line was already dead. Hanging her head low against her collar, the lavender haired girl let her tresses fall around her face, veiling her expression as she sat the cordless phone back on the bed. She sniffed and looked up, her facial features twisted in anger.

How could her life-long friend brush her off just like that! The nerve! What was up her ass today, ruining Bulma's good time! Snorting haughtily in a snobbish manner, she took a jacket and headed straight for her car. She'd stop by at Juu's and pick her up for the mall. She would certainly be a better friend!

Juu's Household, 20 minutes later…

A pale fist knocked sternly on the wooden door. No answer. Knock, knock, knock… No answer. Knock, knock, knock. Nope, still none. Knock, knock, knock! Nuh-uh.

"Argh!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang— "Ow! What's with the commotion—Bulma?"

Overcoming her previous fit of rage when thinking her other friend was ignoring her too, the girl composed herself and smiled at the blonde at her front.

"Hey, Juu! What took you so long?"

"Sorry, been busy." Her counterpart said. "So? What brings you here?"

"I thought that you might want to hang out a bit! I was planning on dragging you to the mall, and things like that. As the last week of being 17 and stuff of the sort. Oh, I have some grand news to share with you as well! I got—"

But, she had just as much luck as she did with ChiChi…

"Sorry, B; got shitloads of work to do. I'll call you back later, okay? See ya!" Slam.

The girl stared at the closed door at her front blankly. She was dreaming. She had to be… It couldn't be true… Her friends were rejecting her! And utterly roughly at that… Were they even aware? She was cheerful right then, but that didn't mean that they weren't hurting her beneath the gleeful surface. She took a deep breath and put her chest out, straightening her pose. Well… If they didn't want her, that was fine. She'd find someone to go to the mall with… she hoped.

As she was making her way down Juu's porch, throwing constant glances over her shoulder, she saw Krillin rushing past her. She smiled widely. 'Here's my chance!' She thought.

"Her, Krillin, how about—"

"Sorry, B, don't have time." Slam.

They were some lucky bastards (and windows) there weren't any rocks around…

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Meanwhile… (Well, not exactly…)

"Goku! Stop yelling like that! Bulma was on the phone! She would've easily found out what we were plotting if you were just a little louder!" ChiChi yelled to her boyfriend that was bringing in a huge arc. He smiled apologetically and set it down, putting his hand behind his neck.

"Sorry, Chi…"

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"Damn it! She nearly saw the presents! That was close!" The blonde sighed as she leant against the wall next to the door after she had slammed it shut. She was thrown to the ground when the door swung open and closed fast again, hosting Krillin a hideout from Bulma's prying eyes. "What took you so long? I thought that you lost the way!"

"Hey, hey! There was no confetti in the first shop, so I had to go halfway around the town! Besides, Bulma nearly saw me as I was passing by her."

"Phew… That had been close…" All four teens thought at the same time.

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"Can you fucking believe it? They blew me off just like that! And those are the people that I actually call friends!" She finished her rant and looked at her boyfriend, who was staring forward towards his students, noticing that they were constantly looking at the couple over their shoulders, snickering at the expression Vegeta was making.

"Tell me again…" He began, rather irritated with all of this, slowly turning his face that had a muscle twitching right beneath his eye. "Why are you here telling me this?"

"I have no one else to go to the mall with." She said, her smile returning to her face as she watched him grow angrier by the second.

"Oh? So I'm your back-up plan when no one else wants to go with you? No! I refuse! I won't come!" He crossed his hands over his chest, proving his point and trying to demonstrate his stubbornness. And probably attain some of the respect he was losing with every second as his minions stared at the two of them bickering.

"Now, now; you know that's quite not correct. I just didn't want to pull you out of practice to come with me and since you hate the Mall so much… But I have no other choice, so you'll have to—"

"Have to? And why would I have to?" She opened her mouth to answer to that, but it was obviously her day for getting cut off mid-sentence. "No, don't answer that! I don't even care! You are not cutting my practice! I ditched yesterday and so did those slackers! We have to train before snow falls and—"

"You know they'll do fine by themselves, Vegeta, don't worry so much!" She beamed heartily at him, trying to convince him in her point.

"No! I'm not coming! You're ruining my image, woman!"

"I'm not ruining anything! Come on! We're going to have so much fun! I heard they're opening a Flora Burgers place there as well. You can eat there while I shop! Come on, Vegeta-a-a-a!"

"No!" He insisted, his face red in anger. Half of his people were snickering loud enough for him to hear clearly now. They didn't have what to worry about though. He was already engaged in a fight.

"Vegeta-a-a-a-a-a! Don't be such a stubborn donkey!" She tried to pull on the sleeve of his navy shirt, but he pulled away before she could do such a thing.

"When I say no, woman, mean no!" He hollered, making her pout deepen. He turned his back to her, his hands still crossed over his chest, refusing to look at her any longer. He'd have to yell and threaten those losers for some time now before he got back to his previous status as the scary mighty leader. Before he could move away, however, the woman had latched onto his back; her hands sprawled over his body, clutching him closer to her plump chest. "What the Hell are you doing?" He hissed, his eyes looking to the side without turning his head to look at her as her chin rested on his broad shoulder, her hands sliding down to the rim of his belt. She had a particularly smug expression that was ticking off the life out of him.

"You're so-o-o-o-o stubborn, Vege-chan…" She smiled, as she finally felt the furry object beneath her hand. A grin spread on her face as her hands roamed under his shirt to the object that would make him shiver under her touch… just like he did yesterday night. Her grin widened. "One would never be able to guess you got laid."

"That was the whole point, woman; those losers never needed to know anything of my personal life and—"

His small tirade was cut short when her soft hands caressed his tail beneath his shirt, invisibly for the other guys nearby. He sucked on a breath and clenched his eyes closed, trying to pull back a moan. Damn her, damn her, damn her! Oh, but that felt so good… His expression relaxed a bit and he subconsciously leant back against her chest. She felt just as wonderful as she did yesterday… Not to mention that he hadn't thought of his little mental battle since she awoke… And now she was working her magic over him again. Like yesterday, when she made all thoughts wander away, never to return that night again…

"You're using forbidden arts to blackmail me into doing what you want, woman…" He rasped out in a ragged breath, when containing his groans was becoming harder and harder every minute. He could feel her smile against his neck as she kissed it lightly.

"Oh, come on, Vegeta… You know you don't want me to be upset…"

"I don't…" He answered almost mesmerized, failing to hide his moan of pleasure any longer. She might've suspected it before, but since last night she knew it was true – his tail was his weakest spot. He turned around and captured her lips, suddenly feeling the need to ravish her.

"Vegeta…" She moaned when she pulled away. He thought that she was just caught up in the moment, saying his name like yesterday, when he attempted to capture her lips she dodged him and motioned behind them. That's when he spotted them as well. His whole gang of losers was drooling while watching them. Suddenly he felt his anger reaching a breakpoint.

"What are you waiting for, you losers! Scram! I don't want to see you again today!"

And, of course, since they have been found out they wouldn't gamble their lives. When Vegeta got horny, and was interrupted, he would get ve-e-e-e-ery violent… The dispatched and let the couple to themselves. With a smirk, his dark haired head whipped back to her, a smug expression on his face.

"Where were we?" He muttered almost to himself. "Ah, yes." He said, seizing her lips again. Before his hands could get under her shirt, however, she moved back and shook her index finger at him.

"Nuh-uh-uh!" She exclaimed devilishly. "If you want more, you'll have to come to the mall with me." She said, pleased of her stamina. Damn… His tongue did wonders to her.

He, on the other hand, was staring blankly at her. Her touch gone, her warmth gone. His eye brows narrowed.

"Are you blackmailing me?" He shouted disbelievingly. "No!" He stomped his foot and turned away, trying his best to hide the erected bulge in his lower region. 'Damn her, damn her, damn her!'

"No what?" She said teasingly.

"No!" He repeated.

"No, you don't want to sleep with me tonight?" She grinned. He looked at her. She almost laughed at his expression. If he was a little more innocent-looking he would've looked like a lost puppy. His face screamed 'I do! I do! Shag me, shag me-e-e-e-e!'

"No, I ain't giving in! I'm not going!"

"Okay then. If I am alone now, you're going to be alone tonight." She shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the car. Her key was in the ignition when the passenger door shut and she looked up smiling at her boyfriend. "I knew you'd see it my way."

He growled something that sounded much like 'curse you…'

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They were roaming aimlessly around the mall for hours now. He was constantly moaning (growling) and whining (yelling at her) about being dragged around (literally). She wouldn't listen to him though… She'd just keep on trying dresses (the part he liked), underwear (from Victoria's Secret that he would like even more if she'd only let him see), shoes (the most boring part), jewels (he wasn't really interested and neither was she, said between you and me) and other useless things that he claimed she would never use once her whole life.

"Just this last one, okay? You can go eat something if you like! I'll catch up with you!" She said, entering the next jewelry store. He growled in his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets angrily. He looked at the side to see a store for silver. His eye brows narrowed. Damn store… He refused to enter it with her, he wasn't going to do it now either.

Even though… He needed to find something for her. He knew she could buy anything she wanted and it wasn't material things she wanted. But still! He insisted. He wanted to find something she would like. He wanted to find something he would gladly give her… But what!

Meanwhile, Bulma was having the same trouble. The whole time she had been taking side-glances at various things… She was considering most seriously a heart with "best friends" or something that they could separate between each other… But she doubted that even if she did give him such a thing he would like it. She just knew he wouldn't, even if he would soften his reaction just to have her (after all, she did promise she'd let them have some tonight; she giggled at the thought).

And then she saw it. Her grin spread widely. Yes! That was it!

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That night…

A content sight escaped her as she looked up. It was still the same… But it wasn't any big deal. She had her patience. Even though she didn't exactly look like it right then… She grinned and jumped out of bed, startling her counterpart.

"Where are you going?" He asked, somehow alarmed, plopping himself on his elbows, observing her as she scurried around. "What are you doing?" Vegeta asked, agitated that she was ignoring him completely.

She finally seemed to have found what she was looking for. She stood up, allowing him to have a nice view of her completely naked body. He was getting quite used of seeing her like that… He smirked as she approached him, something hidden behind her back.

"So?" He asked, his patience long since lost. Her grin only widened.

"Happy Birthday, V-chan!" She exclaimed and pulled the object from behind her back in front of him on the bed to see. He stared at the clumsily wrapped small box and looked up at her with an unreadable expression. "Well, open it! I know – I heard it when you said – that you hate your birthday… But I still think that a present is a good thing…" He reached out and tore the wrapping paper. "It's a little something that I'd thought you'd like, since…" She smiled. "Since it kind of reminds me of you."

In the small velvet box inside, he found the most beautiful huge silver necklace he had seen. Its stitch not too large to be despicable, but not too small to be considered feminine either. It looked flawless… And the pendant hanging on it. He lifted it to his eye level. A beautiful graceful dragon… It was made beautifully out of silver. It looked really heavy. Ergo, it cost a lot of money. The silver was a rare probe. It was so clear… He didn't look up at her. He seemed mesmerized by the long dragon… (It was like those Chinese ones).

"So… Do you… Like—"

Before she could finish her sentence, he was over her, his body atop hers, his present tightly clutched into his fist that was supporting his body not to crush her. She smiled in the midst of their heated kiss.

Yes… He liked it very much…

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But, of course, things by far did not go as smoothly as she would've liked them to.

Even though she knew he loved his present, he began avoiding her the next few days before her birthday. She hoped that the fact she adored him now would bring them closer. No such luck… That was the most painful part that was plaguing her… Whether he had gone back to sulking (because that day, he had definitely forgotten all his worries)… Whether he didn't want to see her…

The further worry of the lavender haired girl was that her friends kept brushing her off in the utter-most rude way. It was… Repulsing. It was… Heartbreaking… Even your friends are cold to you in the most tragic of days. In the most faithful of days… Your own birthday…

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Monday, 21 November, Bulma's birthday…

"I'm sorry, B! Just a second!"

"Be right back! Need to fetch something!"

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah. Just a moment… I'll be right there, okay?"

"I don't have time for you right now, okay?"

"Just wait a few, okay?"

"No, NOT OKAY!" The lavender haired girl yelled at her face in the mirror. "How can you not understand that I just want you to be with me again… ChiChi…" She slid against the nearest wall, hiccupping. "And Juu… Goku… Krillin too… Even Yamcha… And most of all… Vegeta… Why… Why are you all so cold to me now… Why are you leaving me when I thought you were excited about today just as much as I was…" She sobbed lightly, unaware of emerald prying eyes watching her every move.

'Is she talking to herself?'

"Why are you all so cold… Why won't you trust me… Why…"

"What are you doing?" Hailie jumped in when she noticed that the other girl would fall in a fit of insane crying if she didn't do it now. But, instead of yelling at her to buzz off, to disappear, the other girl looked up at her with a sad smile through her tears.

"Go on… Mock me… Make fun of me… Hurt me… It doesn't really matter anymore… My friends don't want me… What is it worth anymore then…? This day… This year… This…life…"

Before she knew it, she had been slapped right across the face; her head sent side-ways from the strength of the slap. Her eyes widened, looking at Hailie. Her emerald eyes were sparking in anger, her jaw tight.

"Don't you ever say such a thing again!" She shouted on top of her lungs. She coughed a lot after it. "Do not ever say that again!" She clenched her fists by her side as she looked at Bulma on the ground. "You're upset because of your friends? You think they ignore you because they suddenly feel enrage with you? With Ms. Perfect that never does anything wrong!" She thrust her hand outward and gripped at Bulma's elbow, pulling the other girl to her feet. "People don't usually just change their minds without you doing something utterly stupid and thoughtless! Do you really believe you, miss goody-two-shoes, could be capable of that, in your happy-go-lucky mood?"

"Hailie…"

"You doubt your close ones for awful things! Haven't you even thought that maybe it is not a bad occasion but a good one that they're avoiding you?" She shoved Bulma against the wall. "Haven't you thought that they love you more than you will ever manage with your doubtful feelings of their intentions? Haven't you even thought that they would want to do something special, to surprise you, to see you smile on your most special of moments?"

"I…"

"Shut up!" She yelled suddenly, startling her. "You do not deserve Vegeta!" In a moment, Bulma thought that the other girl had come back to her old ways, when she heard her next words. "He would never do such a thing to you… You're too good of a catch for him to lose. No! Vegeta isn't stupid, but you obviously are! How could you doubt him? How could you even imagine that maybe it wasn't something special that he wanted to do for you since you gave him that present? How can you possibly doubt him if you claim you love him that much?"

"How do you know about—"

"As opposed to you, I notice every change about him! And I see how much his glare softens whenever you're around. I see that he can finally be happy if he's with you! I see that he will treasure you more than he ever treasured me…" She trailed off, her voice fading into a severe coughing fit. "You… How can you doubt those people… You claim you know all about them… But you haven't learnt the most important thing… You do not know what it is to lose a loved one…"

Bulma looked at the other girl as she composed herself, as if just noticing her outburst.

"Maybe you should get hurt… Just to know what it is and what the symptoms are…" She turned over her shoulder. "Make no mistake… It is just that your…friendly manner that you began speaking with me the last week ticked me off… I hate to see a girl cry for things that aren't really so…" And with that she walked out of the door of the girls' bathroom, without another word spoken between them…

What had just happened? Why had Hailie done that? What was that supposed to mean? Why was that outburst…

With smile, Bulma pulled herself up and looked in the mirror. One thing Hailie was right about. She had to have more belief and patience with her friends… It was just that this waiting for Vegeta thing was using up most of her nerves and making her all jumpy the whole time.

She heard the bell that signalized the end of classes for today and she rubbed her eyes, making all traces of her crying to disappear. She'd find him, no matter what!

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Vegeta was struggling with something that just kept escaping his fingers. He growled. He hated doing this. He had always sucked at it big time… He looked at the fragile object between his hard fingers. He smiled at it. Even though he could not grasp why he wanted that engraved… He felt it right this way. He sure hoped she did too…

"Vegeta!" A girl yelled happily as she collided against his back, making him hide his belonging.

"Woman! Get off me!" He squirmed to shove her off. She didn't let go.

"Oh, no, you don't! You've kept on rejecting me the past few days. It's my birthday today, and you're going to do as I wish to! It's my freaking birthday! I turn eighteen once in a lifetime! And you try to ruin it! I won't let you do that!" She let go and he looked weirdly at her as he turned around to face her, his expression betraying his annoyance. "And in the name of the moon," she made some very awkward moves with her hands, "I'll punish you!"

"When looking at you one won't be able to tell whether you're eight or eighteen…" He dropped off and stuffed the small package deeper in his pocket. He began to retreat (in hopes of her to follow him), only to have her run a bit to catch up.

"Hey! Don't insult me today, jerk! It's my b-day-y-y-y!" She nudged him over the head. "Where are we going? I won't move until you say you're sorry!"

"I'm saying no such thing…" He mumbled stubbornly.

"Hell you are!" She moved her chin up haughtily. "Come on, or I'll have to make you." Her eyes gave an evil glint. Vegeta just laughed at her. She sweatdropped. "Hey! Don't laugh at me like that! Meanie…"

"You're getting weirder and weirder with every second today, woman."

"Oh, shut up!" She snapped defensively and crossed her hands over her chest. "I ain't talking to you before you say you're sorry. And I ain't moving either. The only thing you're going to be hugging tonight will be bed sheets and pillows, mister!" She pointed her index finger in his face. He looked completely unfazed by her words.

"I don't hug you even after we have sex, moron…" He informed her. Her face faltered. Aw, that stung hard. He shook his head at her. "I don't have time for this…" She was about to yell all that she wanted to interrupt Hailie with. She wanted to yell at him for not ever having time for her lately. For all of them that had more important work than her… She wanted to make them deaf for their ignorance of her feelings. She wanted to make them open their stupid eyes and see that they were hurting her! She wanted her balance…

Balance?

"GYAH!" She shrieked loudly when her boyfriend flipped her over his shoulder as if she was the lightest thing on Earth. "What are you doing? Stupid Vegeta! Put me down! Put me down, I tell you!" By the time her shrewd voice had gathered many students' attentions.

"We're going home." He informed her.

"Home?" She repeated, ceasing her movements. "Where's home?"

"Where the losers are, of course."

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A/N: Okay! Here we have it. The chapter really had some quite bright moments, in my opinion. And sorry it was so late, and that it was really out of characteristic at some places, or whatever. I wasn't planning on writing it any time soon. My muse completely died out… More exams keep coming my way, even though I'm at home for now, and for more time these weeks…

What I am even sorrier is lying to you. I really did want to write a lemon for you (horny –snickers-) guys, but I didn't feel like in the mood for writing lemons. I just wanted to finish this chapter and get closer to the climax of the story. Besides, once I get to the streamy part, most would leave... So I'll tease some more before I get there -wink-

Don't forget to review! The more you review, the faster next chapter is to be out! If your words touch me deeply, I'll probably write immediately! I just love you guys so much and depend on all of you so!

Yours sincerely, Dark Hope Assassin.