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disclaimer Dont own DBZ characters, Toriyama does.
Chapter 2
"My name's Vegeta." he said.
My heart hammered against my chest, and my eyes were as wide as saucers. 'He looked a lot taller in my dreams.' I couldn't believe it! Of all the things that I could be thinking of, I was thinking about how tall he was. After the though passed my mind, I noticed that his smirk turned into a glare. His eyes seemed to pierce me like knives.
"After class, you and Goku need to come to my desk." Mr.P said to the boy, Vegeta. He wore his usual clothes. "Oh, and , you two also need to come to my desk." he said, turning his attention towards ChiChi and I, after a moment of thought. "We will be having a quiz on what we learned yesterday."
"But Mr.P, we weren't here yesterday." the other boy, Goku, I think, said. He wore baggy blue jeans with a bright orange hoodie, and wore a pair of orange converse. His black hair stuck up, oddly, in seven different directions. I don't know why, but something about his dark eyes told me he was a pretty cool person, despite his childish demeanor.
"Yes, but this will be about Namekia, and you two should know about it." Mr.P said.
"How do you know they learned about Namekia?" one of the girl's in front said, while eyeing Vegeta hungrily. I didn't like that. I didn't like that one bit. My eyes were narrowed to slits, how dare she stare at my dream boy like that! 'Woah Bulma!' I thought to myself. Just because he starred in my dreams every night didn't mean he was mine.
"Their teacher emailed me, informing me of what curriculum they had studied." Mr.P said. I almost didn't notice how he seemed to think about the question before he answered. That's weird, why would he have to think about it? "This quiz should take you the entire period, if you finish before the end of class, then you can grab your homework for tonight." he said as he passed out the quiz. I could see why it would take the period to finish. There was like 10 essay questions, there was 10 multiple choice questions, and 15 questions where you have to explain your answer. It would only take me half the class period to finish. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden prickly sensation on my back.
I turned around to see Vegeta look back down at his quiz. Was he just staring at me? I turned back around to my quiz. It should have only taken me half the period, but I couldn't concentrate, because I could feel his gaze on my back. I finished with ten minutes to spare. I gave the test to Mr.P and grabbed the homework. I finished it in five minutes, because it was super easy. Then I decided to help ChiChi do her homework. After class, we walked up to Mr.P's desk.
"Here are Goku and Vegeta's schedules." he said as he handed me the schedules. From the paper, I could tell Vegeta and I had first and second period together, and Goku and I shared fifth and sixth period together. I smiled widely, because that would be the perfect time to get to know the man I saw behind my eyes every time they closed.
"Ok, come on." I said motioning for Vegeta to follow me. He smirked, and leaned so close to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. My body reacted in strange ways to his close presence. My heart was pounding as loud as a drum, and my breaths came out in short gasps.
"Eager to get to class are we, or maybe you're just excited about spending alone time with me." he said. I flushed angrily and kicked him in the shin. He wasn't even fazed as he laughed and starting walking away. I ran after him, so I could show him how to get to class.
"Hey Bulma." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up to soon enough to feel Yamcha's lips lightly brush my cheek. Could anyone tell I was as red as an apple? My skin went back to normal, when I heard the man next to me growl.
"Hi, I'm Vegeta." he said as he stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Yamcha. I stepped around Vegeta, so I could see Yamcha. I hadn't noticed what he was wearing before, but now I could see he wore a dark green Abercrombie polo t-shirt with baggy blue jeans, and green converse. Yamcha's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still wore his grin.
He grabbed Vegeta's hand tightly and said "nice to meet you Vegeta, my name's Yamcha." the way he said it implied that he didn't think it was nice at all. 'I wonder why they seem angry with each other' I thought to myself. Vegeta looked back at me incredulously. 'What was that about?'
"Class, take your seats, please." said as he entered the room. I watched as his eyes went straight to Vegeta and his eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I see we have a new student." he said. Was it me, or did he sound uncomfortable? I watched Vegeta hand him the pink slip and back away. Why did look so nervous?
'Hey Bulma, what was up with the new kid?
-Yamcha'
I stared at the note that was on my desk. I looked up at Yamcha shrugged my shoulders. I wanted to know that myself.
"Ok, you will all work on identifying the differences between expository and persuasive writing. This worksheet should only take ten minutes, after you finish, read silently for the rest of the period." said.
The worksheet took me only five minutes to finish, so I grabbed my book out of my bag. By looking at the book you could tell it was probably an antique. I found it two weeks ago, when I was forced to clean out the attic. My father forced me to because I accidentally scratched his red sports car. Normally, I wouldn't have looked twice at the big, bulky, ancient book with yellowing pages, it's kind of hard to explain, but it felt like the book was calling to me. It must have been the journal of one of my ancestors, because, like me, her hair was electric blue, and if you hadn't noticed natural blue hair isn't really common. It probably used to be her journal, at least that was what I thought, at first. She wrote of men that could change forms at will. I think she may have wrote what they were, but the page where the rest of the sentence should have been, was ripped out of the book. It annoyed not to be able to know what they were, but I don't know why, it was all just silly superstitions or whatever. I began to read the page I had marked with a neon pink bookmark.
''it's happened again. They continue to hunt me. They wish for the power I can bring them, but I won't go back to them. They took my one and only true love from me. They killed him right in front of me, making me watch as they ripped out his insides. As I felt his blood drain from his body, and his soul slip away from his body, I began to feel an uncontrollable rage well up inside of me. Then I blacked out. When I woke up the next day, I saw all of the men that had slaughtered him dead. They looked like they were ripped to shreds, but by what? I looked down at my body, finally realizing that I wore no clothes. I looked up to see the dark blue dress I had been wearing the night before torn to shreds. 'It was his favorite.' it made me sad to think about it, so I looked back down to see that I was curled up around him. I caressed his cheek with my hand. He was slightly warm, but there was no denying the chill I felt there. I knew the warmth I felt there was because of my own body heat. I had screamed in agony, and begged him over and over to wake up. I felt as if I might die, and part of me did die that day, but the other part of me refused to admit defeat. I would not let him die in vain. He dominates all of my thoughts, and when I sleep at night, my dreams are alive with memories of him. Every touch we shared, every smile he gave. I would have slept longer than I did, had it not been for the end of the perfect dream. I knew it was coming, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. I watched them kill him over and over. I would always wake up screaming his name "Veg-"
I couldn't read the whole name, because the rest of the words were too faded out to see. I wanted to continue to read, but asked us to get ready for lunch, so we got in line and walked to the lunchroom.
"Hey Bulma, would you like to eat with my friends and I again?" Yamcha asked.
"Can three of my friends eat with us?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure who are you taking besides ChiChi?" he asked knowingly
"Goku and Vegeta." I said, trying to ignore the electricity I felt, when I said his name.
"Oh, okay." I watched something pass through Yamcha's eyes, when I said Vegeta's name, but it was gone before I could examine it.
"Yeah, they can come to." Was that reluctance in his voice?
"Hey, Bulma!" I heard ChiChi call me from across the cafeteria, and I ran towards her.
"Hey Chi, do you want to eat lunch with Yamcha and I?" I asked.
"Sure, but what about Goku and Vegeta?" she asked. I didn't miss how her face brightened when she said Goku's name. 'Hmm, I would have to ask her about that later' I thought to myself.
"He said they could come to, if they want." I told her. "let's go ask them." I said as we walked over to Goku and Vegeta. "Hey do you want to eat lunch with us?" I asked them. Goku turned around and nodded. This gave me the opportunity to see his and Vegeta's lunch trays. No, I couldnt even see the tray because there was so much food on it. "Are you two going to be able to eat that all?" I asked incrediously.
I watched us Goku swallowed a mouthful of food and flash the biggest smile I had ever seen in my entire life. It made me want to smile in return. "Oh don't you worry Bulma. This probably wont be enough to halfway fill me up." he said flashing that grin again.
"Ok, if you say so." I said while laughing. "What about you? Are you going to eat lunch with us?" I said turning to Vegeta.
"Are you going to be eating with that fool over there?" he asked, pointing at Yamcha. Why did he look so angry?
"He is not a fool, and you know what?" I said angrily. "Whatever, don't come at all! Go sit over there next to the garbage can." By the end my voice had turned ice cold. When I turned around to walk away from him, I felt him grab my arm.
"Fine, I'll come." he said, but he was still glaring over at Yamcha's table.
"Whatever." I said and walked away. Then I grabbed a taco salad and a soda, and walked over and sat next to Yamcha..
"Hey Bulma." he said as I sat down.
"Hi." I said, smiling widely. I was looking at Yamcha, when a flash of blue passed by, Marron. She was walking towards Vegeta, a sly smile on her face as she melted onto him. She clung to his arms his chest anywhere she could touch, and with every touch my blood boiled more and more. She wore an extremely tight t-shirt that couldn't have been comfortable, and a skirt that was too short to be called a mini skirt.
"Bulma, are you ok?" hearing Yamcha's concerned voice my head snapped forward in his direction. I realized what the cause was for his alarm. I had been shaking with rage, and my face was red.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I said taking a deep breath. Why was I so angry? Its not like he was my boyfriend or anything. Heck, I don't even like him. He is a arrogant, overconfident, self-centered jerk! So why did the sight I saw when I glanced up at him, making me feel like dancing with joy. Vegeta had pushed Marron away from him, and not very gently either. The smile on my face widened when I saw his look of disgust. I looked back down at my salad and frowned. Why was I so happy that he pushed Marron away? Was it just because I was happy that Marron got what she deserved, or maybe.. No! I cut that last thought off. I couldn't possibly like him! He is a jerk with bad hair! No, that isn't true. Well, he is a jerk, but he definitely doesn't have bad hair. His hairstyle was unique, but not bad. His hair stood up in a flame of midnight, and it contrasted beautifully with his tan skin. Suddenly, I felt like someone was staring at me, so I looked up and saw the one I had been thinking of only moments ago, and he wore that cocky smirk that made me feel like he knew something I didn't. I glared up at him, and his smirk widened even more.
"Woman, I know I'm hot, but could you stop staring at me, I'm trying to eat." he said with in an arrogant tone. My eyes widened in surprise.
"I'm not staring at you, I'm simply acknowledging an idiot who can't learn a name. By the way, my name is Bulma. B-U-L-M-A, not woman, Bulma!" I said too loud for it to be considered normal for a casual conversation. Everyone at the table stared at me, including Yamcha, and I flushed a bright pink, and I flushed even brighter, when I heard Vegeta laugh.
"Wow Bulma. I knew you couldn't flirt, but you didn't have to yell at him because he rejected you." I heard Marron say in her nasally voice.
"Excuse me? I know how to flirt, unlike you who would throw yourself at a man that doesn't want you." I smirked at her insulted face. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. Next to me, ChiChi snickered. When did ChiChi get here?
"Hey Bulma, are you still coming to my game tonight?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, of course." I said smiling at him.
"No she isn't." I heard his voice say.
"Vegeta, who are you to tell me where I can and cant go?" I said glaring at him.
"You are mine." he said seriously.
"What are you talking about? You don't own me." I said as I glared at him. He was gritting his teeth.
"Whatever." he said as he scowled. When Yamcha wrapped his arm around my shoulders, I heard Vegeta release an inhuman sound and looked up to see him burning a hole in Yamcha's forhead. Yamcha wasn't hesitating to return the favor. I was relieved, when lunch came to an end.
Vegeta and I walked back to class together in silence, and I grabbed my books as we walked to the gym. The silence was deafening. I breathed a sigh of relief, when ChiChi came running towards me with a wide grin.
"Go to King Yemma and hand him your slip." I told Vegeta quietly. His eyes narrowed as he walked away.
"What was that all about?" ChiChi asked curiously with wide eyes.
"How should I know?" I said shrugging my shoulders.
We walked into the locker room to change clothes.
"Goku seems really cool." I said as I remembered her expression from earlier. She beamed.
"Goku is really great! He is nice to everyone, and his smile is so..." ChiChi sighed in delight.
"So I'm guessing you have a crush on him?" I said laughing. Her eyes widened.
"Is it that noticeable?" she said in horror.
"Come on Chi, I'm your best friend. Did you really think I wouldn't notice that my best friend has a crush on the hot, foreign exchange student." I said grinning as her face turned bright red.
"What about you?" she said accusingly, trying to cover her embarrassment up, "You couldn't even take your eyes off of Vegetable head out there."
"Who, Vegeta?" why was I turning pink? "There's no way I could ever like that arrogant jerk." I said incrediously.
"Why couldn't it ever happen between you two? You know, you two actually look kind of good together." she said thoughtfully.
"Whatever." I said as we walked over to the bleachers.
"Today class, we will be playing dodge ball." said. There was a chorus of groans and protests in response. Ugh, I hate dodgeball!
"Each of you will choose a partner, and can you two come over here?" said. ChiChi and I shared a glance as we walked up to him. "He," said while motioning towards Vegeta "will be your partner." he said this to me. "Kakkarot will be your partner." he said to ChiChi.
"Who's Kakkarot?" she asked, confused.
"I am, Kakkarot is my first name, but I prefer to be called Goku" Goku explained.
"Why can't they be each other's partners?" I asked, but I shut up when ChiChi gave me a look.
"Whatever." I said as I walked over to Vegeta's side. The corners of his lips twitched. I looked over at ChiChi and saw her laughing at something Goku said. 'They would make a great couple' I thought to myself. I was forced into awareness, when blew his whistle and balls flew this way and that. None of them were coming towards me, and I looked up to see Vegeta standing in front of me guarding me from balls that flew from every direction. 'Maybe he's not as bad as I thought he was' I thought to myself. I looked up to see a ball heading straight for my face, and I did something I had never done before. I snatched the ball out of mid-air and sent the ball flying right into the face of Andrew Martin, the annoying kid who threw the ball at me. I smirked to myself, and then I looked up to see Vegeta looking at me with a look of admiration and was that pride hidden in the depths of his eyes. I looked down quickly as another ball headed straight for my face, and I was able to do the same thing twice. 'Its a miracle!' I thought to myself incrediously. I had never been athletic, and I could barely throw a ball ten feet away, let alone catch it. The game went on with me and Vegeta working together as a team. After class I turned towards Vegeta and said "Hey, me and ChiChi should only retake about three minutes to change, we will meet you outside the locker room." As I turned to walk away, he grabbed my arm. I turned around to look at him.
"You're not half-bad, woman" he said grinning. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks.
"You're not so bad yourself Vegetable head." I walking over my shoulder as I walked away.
"What? Vegetable head? What's that supposed to mean" I laughed as I heard him yell.
"What's so funny?" ChiChi asked. I only shook my head and continued to laugh. She shrugged and continued to change her clothes. We walked out, and I had managed to control my laughter, as I smiled at Vegeta's slightly flustered face. As we were walking towards art, Yamcha passed by us, and I felt an air of tension surround us. I looked up to see Yamcha and Vegeta in a glaring contest.
"I'd love to give you guys the opportunity to stare at each other some more, but if you don't mind, I'd rather not be late." I said as I made a lame attempt at sarcasm, but it worked. They both looked down at me. Yamcha smiled, but Vegeta didn't.
"Bye Bulma. See you at tonight's game." he said as he walled away. We walked down to art in silence, the traces of humor that were there were gone. Vegeta no longer had a flustered look, he now wore a cold mask, but that didn't fool me. I could see into the depths that he was conflicted. I walked up to Mrs.S' desk with him.
"Hello Bulma, so nice to-" she stopped mid-sneer and stared at Vegeta with wide eyes. Was that a little bit of fear I saw there. I looked back at Vegeta to see that he seemed to recognize her as well. Why did he look so angry? His angry look seemed to make her nervous, so she hurried through the explanation of our art project and sent us off to our seats. When I was heading over to the bin to get my drawing, I suddenly remembered something. He was in my picture. What if he asked about the drawing? Would he think of me as some kind of pshyco stalker, if I told him the truth? Uh oh, what should I do! My head was in total chaos. I walked to the bin and grabbed the drawing. Then I walked over to ChiChi.
"Hey Chi, you remember the man from my dreams?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah." she said nodding her head.
"Look at the picture, then look at Vegeta." I said quietly. She grabbed the drawing and looked back up at Vegeta. Her eyes widened as she looked from Vegeta to the picture over and over again.
"It's him!" she said, not so quietly, and I slammed my hand over her mouth.
"Shhhh! Next time, why don't you shout to the world that your best friend has dreaming of a man for ten years, who shows up at her school the next day as the new foreign exchange student, because that definitely won't get me locked up in the looney bin." I angrily whispered.
"Sorry Bulma." She said looking at me apologetically.
"It's ok. But what am I going to do? He may look at the picture and ask me why I drew him in the water!" I said worriedly.
"How about you sit next to the wall, and I will sit in between you two. That way, he wont be able to see the picture." she said after a moment of thought.
"Ok, thanks Chi. You really are my bestest friend in the whole entire world." I said smiling at her.
"I know." she said grinning, and we both started giggling as we walked to the table. Goku and Vegeta were already sitting down, and oh no! Goku was sitting next to the wall, and Vegeta was two seats down from him. Crap! That meant I could only sit beside Goku or next to Vegeta. I looked up to see ChiChi staring at the chair next to Goku like it was made out of gold.
"Go ahead." I sighed as I sat next to Vegeta. She beamed at me. I leaned over the drawing and put my elbow over his body. When he glanced towards me, I would lean my head to the side, so that my hair blocked his view. At the end of class I ran up and put my paper in the bucket. I was the first one, so everybody put their paper on top of mine. Vegeta looked at me curiously! And I smiled in relief. Good, he hadn't seen the picture I drew. "Come on." I said smiling at Goku. I glanced over at ChiChi and Vegeta. He was glaring at ChiChi, and she was glaring at him. What are they fighting about, I wondered. Goku and I starting walking to 's class.
"Oh Kami!" his sudden out burst nearly gave me a heart attack.
"What! What is it?" I said frantically.
"I'm starving." I was sure that if this was an anime I would have sweat dropped.
"But, Goku you just ate." I reasoned.
"But I'm still hungry." he groaned. I found his childish expression amusing, so I handed him a bag of chips that I had been saving for later. He looked at me like I was some kind of goddess, and said "thank you!" in a loud voice. I laughed at his overreaction. I walked with him to 's desk.
"Oh I see I have a new pupil." said like an old master in those old Kung- Fu movies. Then he started cracking up. Goku looked down at me with a confused expression, and I shook my head. looked up mid-laugh. "I refuse to teach you, if you don't have a sense of humor." we both started to laugh. "Now Goku, this counts for 30% of your grade, so you better get this right." said seriously. Goku started to sweat.
"But , I wasn't here! How am I supposed to do good, if I don't know how to do the work you give me?" Goku looked like he was freaking out.
"Goku, your test is to tell me a really good joke, if you can't make laugh, you fail." said.
"What fail! But I don't know any jokes." said Goku.
"You have one minute. Starting now." said watching the clock.
"Um, uh I sold my car for gas money!" Goku yelled. He was too serious, but began to giggle, after he got over the initial shock of Goku sreaming his joke at him. "The clock said... MY HANDS ARE TIED!" Goku screamed at , and the teacher doubled over laughing.
"Stop! Stop! You're killing me!" said wiping his eyes. "Ok, I will teach you. Go sit over there next to Bulma." he said after he had recovered. Goku looked relieved to not be telling jokes.
"Now, you will all be doing the algebra problems on pages 192 to 200 in your math textbook. This will be for a grade, and if you write a joke at the bottom of the paper, you can get extra credit, but it has to be something I've never heard before or you don't get any credit." said. Ugh, this would take even a genius like me to do all this. I was right it did take me the whole class period.
"Wow! Bulma, you finished all of it already?" Goku said staring at me is eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Yeah, it was easy." I'm said smiling. As we walked to class, I noticed an old man with long, white hair, and he had dark, wrinkly skin. Was that the new science teacher? I was surprised, when I looked up to see an ice, cold glare on Goku's usual smiling face.
"Goku, are you okay?" I said worriedly. My words seemed to take him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." his smile didn't reach his eyes. He put the slip on the table, and sat next to me. The old man walked into the room.
"Hello, my name is , and I will be your new science teacher." his voice was cold as steel, and sounded almost robotic. 'I don't like him' the thought surprised me, because I wasn't the type to just not like someone the minute I saw them. I looked up at Goku to see him shaking with rage. He looked like he was ready to rip the old doctor to shreds. I looked back up at Gero to see him writing something on the board as he gave a lecture on the periodic table. I looked back at Goku and wondered why he looked so angry. I tried to take notes, when the boy next to you looked like he wanted to kill the teacher. I was relieved, when the bell finally rang, and we were able to go to my locker. Goku still wouldnt relax, the remnants of his anger were displayed across his face. When we neared my locker I saw ChiChi and Vegeta standing next to it. For some strange reason, my heart skipped a beat, when Vegeta looked up at me and smirked, but it soon melted away, when he looked up at Goku.
They both shared a look, and Vegeta said " we have to go."
"We? Are you guys related or something?" ChiChi asked.
"None of your business harpy." Vegeta said coldly and ChiChi glared at him.
"We're cousins." said Goku before they started fighting.
"Oh, really that's cool." ChiChi said. Goku smiled at her, and it wasn't the fake smile he gave me earlier. It was a genuine smile.
"We will see you guys later." he said as he waved goodbye to us. I looked over who stood beside Goku impatiently. Bolts of electricity shot through me as he met my gaze.
"Let's go, Kakkarot." Vegeta said as he walked away, and Goku followed him.
"Hey Chi, can you come to my house and help me pick out something to wear to the game tonight?" I said.
"Why are you even going to the game, it's not like you like the game. I clearly remember you calling it barbaric only two days ago." she said.
"Dont you remember? Yamcha invited me to come." I said.
"Oh yeah , I forgot. Sure, I'll just call my dad, and we can head straight to your house, because we wear the same size clothes." she said as she got into my car. "Hey dad, can I spend the night at Bulma's house tonight?" I couldn't hear the response, but I had a pretty good idea, when ChiChi said "ok, thanks dad. Love you, bye." She turned toward me and said "he said I can come over."
"That's great." I said smiling. We made it to my house in ten minutes. "We have two hours until the game. We should have enough time for both of us to get ready. Do you want to take a shower first?" I asked her.
"Um, yeah sure." she said as she looked in my closet and found a purple t-shirt with sparkles that spelled shooting star across the chest. Then she grabbed a pair of black shorts and flip-flops, and ran into the bathroom to take a shower. I ran to closet to find what I was going to wear. I figured it would look better if I wore the school colors, so I looked for red and orange. I found a pair of dark blue shorts and a red tank top. I found a silver bracelet with an orange charm. Then I looked under my bed and found a pair of red converse. I went to my jewelry box, and when I finally found an orange hair bow, ChiChi came out of the shower.
"Dang, Chi you're fast. It only took you ten minutes to get ready." I said.
"Yeah, I don't have to spend an hour on my hair like some people." she said smirking, and I stuck my tounge out at her as I walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water felt good on my skin. Suddenly, memories of lunch came back to me.
' "Hey Bulma, are you still coming to my game tonight?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, of course." I said smiling at him.
"No she isn't." I heard his voice say.
"Vegeta, who are you to tell me where I can and cant go?" I said glaring at him.
"You are mine." he said seriously.
"What are you talking about? You don't own me." I said as I glared at him. He was gritting his teeth.
"Whatever." he said as he scowled. When Yamcha wrapped his arm around my shoulders, I heard Vegeta release an inhuman sound and looked up to see him burning a hole in Yamcha's forhead. Yamcha wasn't hesitating to return the favor. I was relieved, when lunch came to an end.'
I couldn't explain it, but after Vegeta said I was his, something shifted inside me. Something changed. It felt like my stomach was doing cart-wheels, and I found myself hoping nobody could hear my racing heart. I didnt understand it, but I felt drawn to Vegeta. Although it was infuriating, I have to admit his smirk is kind of sexy.
I was taken out of my thoughts when the hot water turned cold. Then I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. Then I changed into the clothes I had picked out, and checked the mirror. Yep, as I suspected, I look good. I grinned. When I walked out of the bathroom, I grabbed a brush, and went to wake up ChiChi who was sleeping on my bed.
"What time is it?" she said groggily. I looked over at the clock, and my eyes widened.
"It's 7:00 we have to hurry!" I said. ChiChi got up and smirked up at me.
"So the girl who is always late wants to be on time?" she said smirking.
"Shut up." I said, and she laughed. I ran the brush through my hair, and put it up into a pony tail. Then I grabbed a red hat with the words Ouran on the top and put it on.
We ran downstairs and got in the car. We made it to the school by 7:25. Wow, I'm actually five minutes early. This meant nothing, because the bleachers were full.
"Aww crap. Look at all the people." ChiChi said.
"I know, how are we supposed to find seats?" I said.
"Hey Bulma." I looked up to see Yamcha waving at me. ChiChi and I walked towards him.
"Hey Yamcha." I said smiling.
"Having trouble finding seats?" he asked, a smile threatening to spread across his face.
"Yeah." I admitted.
"I saved you guys a seat in the front." he said blushing.
"Really? Thanks!" I said smiling. He led us up to the front row. "Wow, front row seats, thanks Yamcha." I said as we sat down.
"Yamcha! Coach says to come here." a boy with black hair and a red and orange football uniform. Yamcha smiled at us apologetically.
"Sorry guys, I gave to go, and Bulma, can I speak to you after the game, alone?" he asked.
"Sure." I said smiling.
I watched as all the players lined up in rows. ChiChi and I we're both screaming for the home team. I didn't know anything about sports, so I just cheered Yamcha on. In the last ten minutes of the game, they were tied, but Yamcha soon changed that with his amazing throw. The crowd went wild, and the team picked him up and carried him, chanting his name all the while. I walked downstairs to wait for Yamcha. ChiChi told me she would wait in the car. I was surprised, when he came up behind me.
"Nice throw." I said grinning.
"Thanks." he said. "Um, I was wondering..." why did he look so nervous? "I was wondering, if you would consider being my girlfriend." My eyes widened.