High School Royalty

Chapter 5

Shades of Crimson

Sunday

"Bulma honey."

The blue haired girl slammed her bedroom door shut and walked over to the catwalk railing and gave her parents below a questioning, and annoyed, look, "Yes mother?" She asked, sarcastically sweet.

Bulma's mother brushed a piece of her short blonde hair behind her ear and smiled up at her daughter, "Your father and I are about to go over to the Ojie's and have a nice Sunday chat. Would you like to join us?"

Bulma gave her mother a quizzical look and then shrugged, "I guess. Give me a few minutes."

Mrs. Briefs smiled dumbly up at her daughter as she turned around and went back into her room, "Alright dear."

She turned to see her husband in a pastel Hawaiian print shirt and pair of khaki shorts, "Did Bulma decide to come along?"

Mrs. Briefs nodded and fixed her light blue sundress, "She'll be down in a little bit."

Bulma sighed as she scanned her closet with frustration and let out a sigh. She didn't know why she wanted to come anyway. Usually on her parents 'Sunday chats' with the Ojie's Bulma would go up to Vegeta's room and they would just end up fighting, but for some reason she wanted to start something with her flame haired neighbor.

Maybe she wasn't entirely over the fact that she didn't mean anything to him, well in a relationship. As friends she always thought he treated her nicely. Respecting her, save their usual fights and exchange of insults.

But maybe she really did treasure their friendship. Then she blinked, if it really was a friendship at all.

A pair of bright blue eyes rolled unconsciously at the though, but a smile spread across her face as she pulled out a white t-shirt with pink print that had the image of a beach on it. She put on a pair of short, pink towel-like shorts and a pair of her squishy pink flip-flops.

She smiled at her reflection and threw her curly hair back into a loose ponytail, 'perfect.'

The Briefs knocked lightly on the large front door to the Ojie's mansion and almost as soon as they knocked a short black haired woman in the attire of a maid opened the door and smiled submissively at them, "The Ojie's are out back." She spoke with, what Bulma noted, was a thick, almost German accent.

Mrs. Briefs nodded politely at the woman and they walked through the house until they were in the back yard.

Bulma saw Mr. and Mrs. Ojie sitting on the patio furniture dressed casually while the sipped on drinks with little umbrellas attached to the straws.

Bulma frowned as she watched Mrs. Ojie lift her sun glasses up to show her dark green eyes and she waved her tan arm in the air at them. Mrs. Briefs ran over and took a seat on the patio furniture, next to Mrs. Ojie, and Mr. Briefs took a seat across from his wife and next to Mr. Ojie.

Bulma sighed as she turned and scanned their large backyard, she spotted Vegeta standing on the edge of the pool wearing only a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top that read 'South East High Football'.

She walked over to him and gave him a strange look, there was a broom in his hand and he was sweeping off the sides of the pool.

Bulma laughed, "Don't you pay someone to do that?"

Vegeta, not even bothering to look up, grunted, "This is punishment because 'I don't do a damn thing around the house'."

Bulma smiled and nodded as she stepped closer to him, throwing the broom into the pool, she laughed when she watched him turn to meet her, his dark eyes glaring into her playful blue ones, "Woman, now someone's going to have to go get my broom."

Bulma smiled, "That was the point Vegeta."

Vegeta shrugged as he grabbed her shoulders, a shriek escaping her lips, "Vegeta Ojie, you wouldn't dare!"

His lips pulled back into a smirk and he shook his head, "Oh, I would."

Bulma's blue eyes widened in horror, but before he could push her backwards she grabbed hold of his tank top and when she was of the side of the pool he went crashing into the freezing water after her.

Goku's parents had gone out of town for the weekend and wouldn't be returning until later that night, so ChiChi had come over to visit.

Well more like cook her hungry boyfriend lunch.

She watched him from the kitchen as she began to pull out ingredients from the Son's pantry.

He was seated on the couch, watching cartoons with a goofy grin on his face. Occasionally he would laugh out loud and call to ChiChi and tell her what had just happened on the show.

ChiChi rolled her eyes. He was a child trapped in a teenagers body.

She blushed, and extremely attractive teenagers body.

She sighed as she made her way into the living room. She stood in front of the T.V. causing Goku's face to freeze in confusion and, she laughed, almost horror.

"ChiChi." He whined.

She sighed as she clicked the T.V. off and the room became silent, "Goku... we're been together for a really really long time."

He nodded his head up and down, up and down, up and down. She watched his child-like display with a small half smile and sighed as he grabbed the remote and tried to turn the T.V. back on.

"Goku." She repeated, "You're not talking me seriously."

Her boyfriend set the remote down and sighed, "What is it than ChiChi?"

"Goku, we are the most popular couple in the entire school, and... and Goku, we've been together long enough, I - I think we should... take the next step."

Goku blinked slightly as he watched his angelic girlfriend slide her dark eyes shut, "ChiChi..."

Marron was driving down the road, bored. Her friends were all out doing God knows what and she was stuck out in her pink Volkswagen Bug on a Sunday drive.

She turned to her left and saw a familiar Eclipse. She smiled and waved, but the boy in the drivers seat didn't see her and she sighed and pulled out her cell phone.

After a couple of rings she watched as the boy in the white Eclipse answered his phone, "Yamcha?"

"Uh, Marron? Hey."

Marron smiled, "What are you up to?"

The boy on the other end of the phone sighed and shrugged slightly, "Nothing much."

Marron giggled, "No Yammie, your out for a drive."

"Uh." He looked around and then smiled as he saw he in the car next to him waving, "how's it going?"

"Do you want to go out and get something to eat?" Yamcha asked with a smile on his face, now looking back at the road.

Marron smiled, "Sure! Where at?"

"Ummm... what about Olive Garden? It's just down the road."

Marron frowned, "Olive Garden.. I don't know where it is."

"Just follow me."

Marron smiled, "Alright, ug, look, that guy just cut me off!"

Yamcha looked into his rearview mirror and frowned, "No he didn't Marron, he had the right away."

Marron sighed and shook her head, "Just kidding though... I just though... oh, what do I know, I'm so stupid!"

Yamcha frowned, "Marron, your not stupid."

Marron's face turned serious and she nodded, "No, I am actually. I'm failing everything."

Yamcha let out a small laugh, "Well there's more to life than just being smart"

Marron smiles and noded happily, "That's what I've been trying to tell Bulma!"

Launch ran her fingers through her navy blue hair nervously as she walked up to the front desk.

A woman in her midforties looked up at Launch with a smile, "Welcome to Walnut Grove Nursing Home and Care Center, are you here for a visit?"

Launch shook her head slightly and smiled, "No maim, I am here to volunteer."

The woman gave Launch a bright smile and nodded, "Alright, well just come on back and we'll just have you sign some quick forms and we'll see what you can do."

Launch smiled back at the woman and sighed as she made her way to the back.

After Launch had completed the forms a woman with dark skin and short, bouncy dark hair gave Launch a warm smile, "Your the volunteer I'm guessing."

Launch gave the woman a nervous nod and the woman laughed, her voice rich and warm, it almost comforted Launch. Almost

The smell of the place was sickening. Like a foul odor, yet it was clean. Too clean. Like dentist office clean.

The woman extended her hand to Launch, and Launch took it, "My names Trish. I can always tell a volunteer when I see one cause your all nervous looking. These people aren't gonna shout 'atcha, not as long as you treat them like they're people too. Once you start treating them all special like they're some sort of patient, that's when you can expect them to get grumpy. Remember, you're here to help. There's some fresh sheets piled in the room next to us, you can start by delivering those."

Launch nodded meekly as she turned around to collect to pile of sheets before she began to pass them out.

"Vegeta!" Bulma said, as jumped on the steps and quickly got out of the cold pool.

Vegeta, who was behind her, wringing his now soaked shirt out, let out a small chuckle, "Yes woman."

"Ug." Bulma said, crossing her arms over her chest. She cursed herself for wearing white, and now the thin see-through fabric hung to her every curve and showed the lines of her bra and the indention of her bellybutton.

Vegeta looked over at her, but he wasn't as shy. His shirt grasped his every muscle, but he wasn't trying to hide anything, "You know woman, if your ashamed of what you have than maybe you should think about what you put on in the morning."

Bulma tore her arms away from her chest and compressed her fists into tight balls, "Listen, Vegeta." She spat, "I am not ashamed, but I do have something called modesty."

Vegeta laughed, "You, Modest?"

Bulma's face went from angry to hurt to furious, Vegeta saw this and his face softened a bit, "Come on woman, let's go get some towels."

Mrs. Briefs sipped on the straw of her Captain Morgan as she watched her daughter and the Ojie's boy hop quickly out of the pool and head towards the pool house.

The others saw this as well and Bulma's mother smiled, "They would make a wonderful couple."

Mrs. Ojie nodded in agreement, "They would."

The men exchanged looks and Mr. Briefs nodded, "If they were married than they would definitely benefit both of our companies."

Mr. Ojie's face became thoughtful and he grinned, "Not to mention that our services could merge."

Mrs. Ojie shook her head, "If Vegeta heard us talking about marriage he would give us an earful."

Mrs. Briefs laughed, "Oh, and Bulma would be right there next to him, shouting insults and using a sailors language. I honestly don't know where she learned such things."

Mrs. Ojie rolled her eyes, "Vegeta, most likely, and he learned it from his father."

Mr. Ojie shrugged and let out a small laugh, 'a wonderful couple indeed...'

Vegeta threw Bulma cotton towel, which she quickly wrapped around her body.

He turned to her and gave her a thoughtful look, "You know woman." He whispered huskily in her ear, "You don't have anything to be ashamed of."

Bulma laughed and rolled her eyes, "Well thank you, but I do not need your authorization."

He frowned down at her and shook his head, "I was just saying --"

She put her index finger to his lips and smiled, "But thanks."

"It wasn't a compliment."

Bulma frowned, 'He is so complicated... at first I think he's coming onto me, and then when I push him away he gets mad, and when I let him back in he just gets mad all over again.'

They were in the main room to the small pool house and Vegeta shut the towel storeroom to turn and face her and she frowned up at him, "You confuse me."

"Well you confuse me." Vegeta almost defended.

Bulma smiled, "Well I kind of like you Vegeta."

Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw Bulma's face slightly rose. He smirked as he planted a quick kiss on her lips, "Well I kind of like you too woman."

ChiChi frowned as a tear slightly rolled down her eyes, "Goku, are you gay?"

"Wha?" Goku said, obviously surprised, "ChiChi, no... I just..."

She sniffed, "You don't love me."

He froze, she glared, and all hell broke loose.

"You led me on for years Goku Kakerot, and now look where this has led me! I'm the most popular girl in school with a steady boyfriend and I'm a virgin! My own boyfriend doesn't want me!"

She paused as glared at him, her voice rising with every word that she spoke, "You think that I wouldn't notice if you acted all sweet? You think that I could be blinded by your act and not see that there was no love?"

Goku stood up, "ChiChi... listen to me, I--"

She threw the first thing that she could find, a candle in a glass jar, and chunked it at her boyfriend, "Shut up Goku, leave me alone."

He easily caught the candle, and holding it in his hands he watched her storm out of his house.

When she was in her car she herd her phone ring, she picked it up and glared at the road in front of her, "I don't want to talk to you."

Goku sighed on the other end of the phone, "Well I'm not asking you to talk ChiChi, I'm asking you to listen."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Goku sighed in relief that she hadn't hung up.

"ChiChi, I love you. You should know that. I love you more than anything in the world. If someone made me give up food for eve--for a day than I would. You are the greatest thing in my life, your my girl."

ChiChi smiled on the other end of the phone and listened to him as he continued, "Vegeta is my best friend in the world, and I know that he's into Bulma but it's harder for him to get her, you know his reputation. I'm not like that ChiChi. I want to wait until we're married -- that way our wedding night will be extra special.

We won't be kids and it won't be all about rebellious sex and... I really do love you ChiChi."

ChiChi sniffed on the other end of the phone and smiled, "I love you too Goku."

"Alright." Goku said with a loud sigh, "But can you come back over now? You can over to cook something in the first place and you never did and now I'm starving!"

ChiChi laughed and shook her head, "You better thank the lord that you said all that sweet stuff."

Goku blinked, "So your coming back?"

"Yes Goku." She smiled, "I'm coming back."

Yamcha walked Marron back to her after their meal and as he approached the bug he gave her quick kiss on the cheek.

Marron frowned, "You can come back to my place if you want." she smiled, lust filling her eyes, "My parents went down to visit my sister in college and they won't be back for hours."

Yamcha smirked as he began to nod, and then he stopped himself, "Maybe -- maybe we should build up to that. Start slow, form a real relationship."

Marron blinked and then shrugged, "I've never actually been in a real relationship."

Yamcha smiled and he swept a piece of her purple hair behind her ear, "Well there's a first time for everything."

Launch knocked on the door of one of the rooms in the nursing home, "Come in." A sweet voice called on the other side.

Launch opened the door, gently, and smiled as she sat the sheets on the woman's bed.

She was an older woman, that was given, but despite her worndown appearance, there was bright youth twinkling in this woman's deep brown eyes.

The woman smiled, "Sit, sit."

Launch smiled back and took a seat across from the woman, "My name's Launch." She said, extending her hand.

The old woman took it and smiled, "Rose."

Launch smiled, "Rose, that's a pretty name. Roses are my favorite flower, my mothers room smells of rose..."

The woman smiled and nodded lightly, "My mother used to smell of peppermint. I always hated that smell."

Launch laughed, and they began to talk. After a while Launch glanced down at her watch and gasped. She had spent a little over an hour in this room talking to Rose.

Rose looked up at Launch, "What's wrong dear?"

Launch sighed, "It's my first day volunteering here and I was supposed to deliver those sheets." She frowned, "This was my first room..."

Rose laughed, "Well you are just a friendly person."

Launch smiled, "Well, it was nice speaking to you."

Rose nodded, "If you want you can come back when your finished."

Launch smiled and nodded, "I think I will."

Launch dusted her hands off on her skirt when she returned back to Rose's door, she opened the door and smiled, "Rose!"

But Launch's heart nearly stopped as she saw who was sitting in the chair across from her.

Tien.

Launch blinked as Tien stared wide eyed at the now, blue haired, Launch.

Tien stood up and offered Launch a smile, which Launch returned with a nervous one.

Rose watched the two and shook her head, "Launch, this is my grandson, Tien."

"Launch., you know my grandmother?" Tien asked, a surprised look on his face.

"Oh yes," Rose smiles as she tells Launch to take a seat, "Launch is a wonderful gal, a close friend actually, she volunteers here."

Launch nods and smiles at Tien, "I had a little enlightenment at a party once."

Tien smiled apologetically and sighed, "I had a little too much to drink at a party once and said things that I shouldn't have said."

Launch smiles back and the old woman hit Tien across the chest, "Do not talk such in the presence of a lady young man."

Tien nodded, his eyes still on Launch, "Yes Grammy."

Launch smiled, her eyes still on him, 'Grammy? how cute...' "Well, Rose." She spoke, she hadn't learnt the woman's last name, though she had called her a 'close friend' so she probably wouldn't have wanted her to use it, "And Tien, I should get going..."

Rose nodded and smiled, "Do come back."

Launch smiled, "I will."

Tien stood up, "I'll walk you to your car."

Launch turned to him, she gave him a thankful smile and shook her head, "Oh, I will be alright. Thank you though. And thank you Rose."

Rose watched her leave and then saw the look on her grandson's face, "She's, like I said, a wonderful gal."

Tien smiled and nodded, "I know Grammy."

Rose nodded, "Her favorite flowers are roses."

Tien gave her a confused look and his grandmother just laughed, "It will come in handy some day."

-

Bulma looked up at Vegeta as he pulled away from the kiss and she sighed, "We can't just keep doing this."

Vegeta gave her a confused look, "What? Be friends with benefits?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Are we even friends Vegeta?"

Vegeta chuckled, "Alright then woman, we'll just be 'with benefits' then."

Bulma gave him an angry look but finally rolled her eyes and cracked a smile, "You are impossible."

Vegeta sighed, "Alright then woman, what do you want?"

Bulma shrugged, "I don't know what I want."

"Then how do you expect me to know then?" Vegeta demanded.

Bulma smiled and shrugged, "I guess I don't."

Then she shrugged, "Well I guess we should go back out there."

Vegeta exited the pool house without a word, causing Bulma to sigh as she went out to follow him.

When Bulma and Vegeta were back outside they found their parents waiting for them on the patio.

When the teens approached their parents eyed them, Vegeta watched this and frowned, "What?" he all but asked.

Mrs. Briefs smiled, "Well this has been fun!"

Mrs. Ojie nodded in agreement, "We will have to do this again sometime, call me Bunny."

When they had said their goodbyes and the Briefs were almost back home Bulma's mother glanced over at her daughter and smiled, "What do you think of the Ojie's boy?"

Bulma's jaw shifted slightly and her eyebrows rose in confusion, "Vegeta?"

Her mother nodded, "He is quit a handsome young man, isn't he?"

Bulma frowned, "He's almost half your age, plus your married mother."

Mrs. Briefs laughed as she shook her head, "No, no Bulma, not for me. For you dear."

"Me and Vegeta?" Bulma mused out loud with a thoughtful expression, of caorse she had thought of it before, so she smiled slightly as she entered her room, closing the door she blinked, "Me and Vegeta."

Mr. Ojie turned to his look-alike son and smiled, "So what do you think of the Briefs girl?"

Vegeta turned and gave his father a bored look, "What about her?"

"Well you are both single, wealthy, and young, have you thought of dating her?"

Vegeta's face twisted from confusion to disgust, "That woman? Feh."

His father shook his head, and Mrs. Ojie smiled, "Vegeta, your father's just saying that imagine how successful your career could be if, say, you two were to get married."

Vegeta gave his parents a displeased look and, ignoring them, walked up the stairs into his room.

When he had shut the door he turned around and a thoughtful expression crossed his features, "Me and Bulma?"

He closed his door and with a small frown he shook his head, "Me and Bulma."

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Until next time,

--Crimson--