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Chapter five:

The next day at school, Vegeta went into his first period class and plopped in a chair beside Goku. Goku girnned widely. "So, today you can meet Bulma! Man aren't you exicited?" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and stared straight ahead, ignoring Goku completely. Goku was confused. What was wrong with him? "What's the matter Vegeta? Don't you want to meet Bulma?"

" I already have, Kakarott. And I can tell you, She isn't what you all say she is."

" What do you mean? All we said was that she's--"

" A bitch." Vegeta finished for him. This made Goku's eyes widen. "No she isn't."He said to Vegeta. This only made Vegeta snort. Just then, Bulma stepped in the calssroom a few seconds before the bell rung for school start. She noticed Vegeta sitting beside Goku and gulped. Great. Now I have ot deal with him early in the morning. What am I gonna do? She thought to herself. She forced a smile on her face when ChiChi quickly stepped in the classroom and gave her a good morning.

"Man Bulma." ChiChi said raising her eyebrow in confusion. " Usually, you would be ranting to me about how you spent your 'first day'. Something must have happened." ChiChi was always good at figuring someone out. She turned to Goku and waved happily at him and made her way towards him and took her seat. Bulma took a seat beside ChiChi, which was conveniently right behind Vegeta. She could've sworn she heard him growl.

"So, what's up?" ChiChi asked once they were seated.

"He hates me." Bulma said sadly.

"Who?"

"Vegeta." This made ChiChi's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. "You've met him?"

Bulma noded." Yeah. And I said something about his parents even though I didn't know they were dead."

This made ChiChi's eyes widen." His parents are dead?!" She screeched in a high whisper. Bulma opened her mouth to answer but was cut off. "Damn, do even know how to whisper?!" The angry voice said in front of them. The looked up to see Vegeta scowling in their direction. Goku had already laid his head down and was sound asleep. They just stared at Vegeta's face, looking surprised that they had been caught. Bulma chuckkled nervously, but cleared her throat when his black eyes pierced her bule ones venomously.

"Um, h-hi, Vegeta. It's, um, nice to see you-"

"Shut up." he hissed venomusly and turned around. Just then, the teacher walked in, and slammed his brief case down on the desk to get everyone's undivided attention. Once he had it, he cleared his throat. "Good morning class." He started cooly staring at each of students, scowling slightly when he noticed Goku slumbering, and slightly drooling, peacefully on his desk.

Well, if you all can turn to page twenty -seven in you text books..." He paused as he waited for all of the students to pull out their books and turned to the proper page. " Excuse me, Vegeta?" Vegeta looked up. "Will you please wake up Mr. Son?"

With a slightly frustrated sigh, he started to shake Goku. The class begain to laugh when Goku started to tlak in his sleep. "C'mon, man. It's nap time." His muffled voice said still sleep. A completly confused look came on Vegeta's face. Bulma was laughing, and ChiChi was shaking her head, her face in one of her hands. An idea came to Vegeta, and he picked up his open book and put it close to Goku's ear. Without hesitation, Vegeta slammed to book close and Goku shot awake, letting out a little yelp of surprise, and his eyes wide.

This made the whole classroom burst into laughter. The teacher quickly quieted the class, and continued the day's lesson, turning his back to the class to write on the board.

Goku rubbed his eyes ans stifled a yawn as he turned to the correct page in his book."Man I must have been out of it." He mumbled, flipping back a few pages. "Not really." Vegeta replied and turned his attention back to his notebook and started taking notes. Goku simply shrugged and was about to copy the notes Mr. Hanson was writing on the board when he felt someone poke him in his back.

Turning around, He saw Bulma looking at him. "Hey, Bulma." Goku whispered. "What's up?"

Bulma looked away, thinking of a way to put what she was trying to tell him. "I was wondering, could you talk to Vegeta for me?" Goku looked confused for a second. "But he's right here. I can get him for you. " With that, he reached over to touch Vegeta, but stopped when Bulma caught his hand. He looked at her, now completly confused. "I thought you wanted to talk to him." He whispered back. Bulma let out a sigh of frustration.

"No, Goku, I want you to talk to him. He hates me. I just want you to tell him that I'm sorry for what I said. He won't listen to me."

"Ohhhh." Goku said, and started to reach over to Vegeta to tell him what Bulma told him.

"Not now!" She she whispered so loudly that the people around her, including Vegeta, turned in their seats to look at her. Turning red in the face, Bulma sunk further into her chair, wishing she could disappear at that moment. Thanks Goku. she thought as a couple of them snickered as they turned around. she caught Vegeta's eye before he turned back around. Bulma gave him a hopeful smile, whic he returned with a deathly glare.

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"Velcome to my art class." The teacher, Mrs. Zanian, said with a heavy accent. Students continued to come into the classroom as she wrote her name on the large blakboard behind her in big bold letters. Unlike other calssrooms, instead of a bunch of desk, there were three long tables in the front of the room with about ten stools at each table.

Bulma sat down in the seat that was in the corner of the room and pulled a spiral notebook that was labeled "Art" in fancy stickers, and a pencil. I hope I'm not by myself in this class. She thought as she lifted up from her backpack. And sure enough, she saw someone she knew walk in. Her eyes grew wide. No, not again. She watched as he walked into the classroom, ignore the greeting from Mrs. Zanian, and take a seat in a stool that was diagonally in front of her. She noticed that he hadn't even looked in her direction.

The final bell rung and Ms. Zanian closed the door and prepared for the day. By this time, there had to be about twenty students in the classroom and they sat in random areas, making the class look a lot bigger than it really was.

"Now," Ms. Zanian started. "Yesterday, ve learnd how to make shapes and how to shade in different areas of light. Today, for warm up, ve are going to do a free draw, then I will pair you up in two's and you will be able to sketch each other!" she clapped happily. "Isn't that going to be fun?!" Quickly composing her self she begain to pass out sheets of drawing paper.

"For varm-up, you vill be using regular drawing paper, but for the classwork, you vill be using special boards. So, I will give you ten minutes to draw whatever you vant, and then, I'm pairing you up! Get started." The class room became quiet as they begain their work. Bulma couldn't help but turn her attetion to Vegeta. She watched as he let his pencil glide across his paper, his face looking board and blank and his chin resting in his other hand.

She quickly looked down at her paper when Vegeta's eyes left his own and went to her face. Bulma ran her pencil back and forth across her paper just to look like she was drawing all the time. By the time Bulma looked up, the bottom half her paper was covered in dark lines. Her eyes once again returned to Vegeta. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that had designs on the front, black baggy jeans, and some white tennis shoes that had grey shoe strings in them.

Bulma was so busy staring at Vegeta that she missed two things; Mrs. Zanian had asked for pencils down and started to collect paper, and that Vegeta was staring back at her with a look that said 'what the hell are you staring at?'

"Um, Ms. Briefs?" A voice interupted. Bulma turned to see Mrs.Zanian holding her paper with a confused look on her face. "Vhat iz this suppose to be?" Bulma's eyes went to her paper, which had dark lines all bunched up, making it look like a dark, uneven rectangle. Ms. Zanian raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Uh...it's a, um..." Bulma stopped to think, feeling all of the people in the class looking at her, some of them snickering. She stared at the paper in the teacher's hand, trying to see what it looked like. "It's...a...swamp. A...a muddy swamp." She finally answered. Ms. Zanian looked at the picture for a while and then smiled.

"Ah yes, I see. Good vork." with that, she continued to collect papers. Bulma let out a sigh of relief and frustration, her head falling on the the table. This was a terrible morning. She's been embrassed twice and it's only second period, the only person in her class that she knows isn't talking to her because she insulted his dead parents, and he won't even let her apologize. Bulma's eyebrows lowerd with determination. She is going to apologize to him, and he is going to listen to her and accept it. No matter what-

"Ms. Briefs, you can pair up vith Vegeta." Bulma's eyes grew wide as she looked at Vegeta, surprised. "Huh?" she asked. Ms.Zanian looked at Bulma and repeated waht she said. " You can pair up with Vegeta. Come and get your boards please." With that Bulma reluctantly slid from her seat and grabbed a small drawing board off the end of the table, a pencil, and an earser block, all of that fire and determination gone.

Bulma turned, ready to hurry to the area in the back, and nearly bumped into Vegeta. Bulma didn't realize how tall he was compared to her when she first met him. She looked at him, trying ot form an apology, but he cut her off. "Will you get out of my way?" His voice held irritance and anger, along with the glare he was giving her.

"Vegeta, I-''

"Vill you move along please? There are others behind you. " Ms.Zanian said, raising her eyebrow and sounding slightly annoyed. Bulma sighed in defeat. So much for apologizing. With that, she moved away and took a seat at an empty stool. She sat down with a sigh and looked at her blank white board. She couldn't draw if her life depended on it. She looked up and saw Vegeta take a seat in front of her.

"You will have fourty five minutes to draw your partener. I vill not allow stick people of any kind-"

Damn. Bulma thought. That was what she was going to draw too.

"And nothing weird like animals and blob people."

shit.

"Now do your best. You may begain." There was a low buzz of talking as people decided what positon they wanted to draw their parteners in. There was even a short burst of laughter from one person as her partener did a supid pose with a silly face.

Bulma looked at her board then at Vegeta, who had only glanced at her for a second and was now drawing on his board. She watched as his hands went up and down in quick motions. That's when Bulma let her imagination get out of control.

What if he's drawing me like a ugly monster? What if he over exaerates one of my flaws?! Bulma franticly looked at herself. She didn't look that bad in her navy blue jean skirt and Black Shirt that had Super star written in fancy purple letters. Her hair was okay, even though she had to fight with it. It was still a little frizzy-

Oh no...What if he's drawing my hair in all crazy directions?! Or crossing my eyes?! Or putting a doddle of snot hanging from my nose?! I have to see. I have to!

Bulma, now slightly frantic craned her neck to see if she could get a glimps of the picture. Vegeta caught her and lifted the board up, so she couldn't see it at all. Bulma slummped. She rubbed her face and was surprised to feel a dampness underneath her hand. She leat out a calming breath. Okay Bulma, just act normal, calm down and try to draw something before time runs out.

"Ten Minutes, Children." Ms Zanian sdaid in a sing song voice. Bulma's eyes widened. Once again, she was thinking about what Vegeta was doing. She had to do something. Another muddy swamp wouldn't help her this time.

Bulma quickly drew a circle,and put cancandle flame on it, looking at Vegeta occasioally to at least look like she knew what she was doing. She then drew a V int he circle to make it look like a widow's peek, and shaded it in, making it look something like Vegeta. Shew tried her best to draw his face, erasing alot because the eyes were crossed, or crooked, or the nose was too far down.

"Okay, people, pencils down, and I'm comming down to see your vork." With that, Ms. Zanian grabbed her grading book and started looking at the drawings with the accasional " That's nice" and "Well done", while writing in her book. Finally, she stopped at Vegeta and Bulma. Bulma watched as Ms. Zanian's eyes grow wide when Vegeta lifted the board for her to see it clearer. " My, my. This is very good!" She quickly wrote in her book and moved over to Bulma. With a quiet gulp, Bulma showed Ms. Zanian her work. Relief flushed through her when she saw Ms.zanian smile. "Very good." She said and marked her book and moved on.

After grading all of the drawings, Ms. Zanian headed to the front of the room. "You may show each other your vork." she said, clapping her hands again. Bulma handed Vegeta her board and Vegeta did the same, face down. Bulma heard some people saying "You had better not drew me ugly." Bulma was hoping the same thing. Ms.Zanian would say anything's good, even her "muddy swamp".

Holding her breath, she flipped the board over and gasped in surprise. It looked exactly like her. All of the worry and discomfort was put on the page before her. He did draw her hair was slightly frizzy, but not as bad as she thought he would. The picture had little beeds of sweat on the forehead and cheeks, as she stared at her own board nervously. She heard a chuckle and looked up to see Vegeta shaking his head at her attemt to draw him. "This looks nothing like me." He said raising his eyebrow at her.

Bulma opened her mouth to speak to him when the bell suddenly rung. Before she could get a chance, he grabbed his books and went out of the classroom. " See you tommorow, class!" Ms.Zanian said to the students as they poured out of the classroom. Bulma quickly gathered her books and tried to catch up with Vegeta, but he was already out the door and into the loud,crowded hallway. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. Looks like her apologie would have to wait.

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"Wow, Bulma, you seemed stressed." ChiChi said noticing Bulma sigh and poke at her lunch. Bulma looked up and saw ChiChi waiting for a response. She let out another sigh and dropped her plasatic fork. " I am stressed."

"Lemme guess. You're still trying to apologize to him and he's not listening?" Bulma nodded, slightly surprised. ChiChi chuckled at her astonished expression. "It's quite obvious what the problem was." ChiChi became serious. "But what were you thinking to say something about his parents if they were dead?!"

"I didn't know." Bulma said picking up her fork and started poking through her lunch again. "It just kinda slipped out...I mean, I didn't even mean it!" Bulma sighed yet again."He probably thinks I'm a stupid, evil girl."

"Oh, no he doesn't, Bulma" ChiChi said rubbing Bulma's back, sympatheticly. "Yes he does."Came a voice from behind them. Surprised, they both turned around to see Vegeta walking past them and to the exit. Bulma pushed her tray from in front of her and let her head fall on her arms. "See?" Bulma said miserbly.

"C'mon, Bulma, You can't just let him hate you forever. " ChiChi said, leaning her head down to look at Bulma. Then Idea struck her. "Bulma, do you know where he lives?" Bulma shook her head, which was still buried in her arms. " Well, you'r gonna have to stalk him to his house." ChiChi said thoughtfully. Bulma's head shot up. "ChiChi! why would I stalk Vegeta?" "So you g and apologize to him. Duh!"

Bulma thought for a moment. " What if he slams the door in my face?" She asked her 'all knowing' friend. "Just knock again. He looks like someone that gets irritated easily, so if you keep knocking, then he open up the door eventually." ChiChi responded. Bulma thought that over. "Yeah. Your probably right. Thanks Chi." " Not a problem." ChiChi said as thier friends began to fill the table.

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Bulma stood nervioiusly in front of Vegeta's door. She couldn't belive she actually stalked Vegeta. She had almost gotten caught by him twice. She was trying to be quiet but that dog in the someone's yard scared her! I was only natural that she screamed...but not at all natural for her to hide behind a bush when he turned around. Luckey for her, he jusst turned back around and started walking again.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, Bulma knocked. She paused for a whileand took another breath, not sure why she was so nervious. suddendly, the door opened and Vegeta was staring a her, waiting. Bulma opened her mouth

"Uh, Vegeta?" He stared blankly "Um, Yesterday, I said something I shouldn't have and I know I offended you...alot." She looked at him as he shifted his weight, leaning n the door frame, now listening. Bulma was playing with her fingers trying to find the words to say. "I just wanted you to know that I am so sorry. If I had known about your parents, I wouldn't have said that. And I wouldn't have said it anyway if they were." Bulma added quickly. She Waited for his response. "Okay." Was all he said before he pushed off the door frame and closed the door.

Bulma looked at the door in surprise. What did that mean? Was he still mad at her? Maybe he didn't get it. Withthwat thought, Bulma knocked again. After a few seconds, Vegeta opened the door again, looking at her as if it was the first time seeing her. " Vegeta, um, I don't know if you forgive me or not, but I'm really sorry." "..Okay." He said in that same board blank tone, closing the door again in her face. Now frowning slightly, she knocked again. This time he door immediatly opened, and Vegeta looked at her with agataion on his face. "Vegeta." Bulma said, starting to get some courage back. " I don't think I clearly understand if you're frgiving me or not. I' mean, you're using no emotion at all."

Bulma was surprised slightly when Vegeta leaned forward. then, after a short silence, he open his mouth to speak. "O. Kay." He said slowly, pronouncing every letter. Bulma looked in his eyes. At first she thought they were dark brown, but they were black. Not many people she'd seen had such dark-

slam!

Bulma was instanly thrown out her thoughts and was once again staring at the door. She was about to give it one more pounding, just to tell him how rude it was to close the door in people's faces, when a voice stopped her.

"Excuse me, Are you lost?"

Bulma turned around to see a woman standing there, wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a red blouse with some gold designs on it. Her dark hair was pulled back into a low pony, with one long braid going down her back. Her tanned, flawless skin and accent instantly reminded her of Vegeta. Then Bulma's eyes rew wide. "Are you Vegeta's mother?" How could Vegeta lie to her like that?! No wonder he didn't-

The woman chuckled. "Heavens no. I'm his aunt. My name's Joan. You know Vegeta, huh?"

"Um, yeah." Bulma said sheepishly. " I was trying ot talk to him."

"Really? About what?"

Oh, um..." Bulma looked away thinking of what to say." I was trying to apologize to him for something I said yesterday..." Her words faded when Joan's eye grew wide for a second. "Your name's Bulma, right?" Bulma nodded. Joan smiled softly. " Ah, yes. He told me about you. You said something about his parents?" Bulma nodded again. "I was trying to tell him that I didn't mean it. I really didn't! It just slipped out because he got me all worked up!" she quickly rushed out. Joan quietly pulled out her keys and unlocked the door.

"C'mon in, honey."

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I know. I took forever. Don't tell me.

Thank you for reading my story and having some paitence. I appreciate it. Alot. Hopefully I get the next chapter out and I'll get more reviews. Thanks again.

Rae