Author's note: I always like Goku cheerfulness and I always think that he could be nice to be paired with gloomy yet interesting Vegeta.

Disclaimer : Akira Toriyama

Part 2 Vegeta is the Problem

Bulma cursed herself realizing that she should take Vegeta around the school after class. She was the leader of the class and Mr. Roshi gave her instruction to do that, for the third time.

"Yeah, I'll do that sir," Bulma answered calmly. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why should I do that? Next time if the old pervert Roshi asked me to be class leader I would throw him to that fucking trash bin!

Bulma really cursed her fate for hours.

"No need to take me around. I'm not a kid and this school is not a zoo," Vegeta said bluntly behind her. His expression was dark.

"Hey, mister, I'll take you around and explain the school rules. It's a must." Bulma answered and slightly stared at him. In this position Vegeta's bruises were clear. His lips were swollen.

"What are you looking at, huh?" Vegeta yelled at her and continued reading his book. "Move away of me, sucker."

Bulma couldn't tell what kind of book was that. It seemed to be a biography or else. That man with that moustache looked familiar somehow.

The time passed and the bell rang. In the end of the class Vegeta stood beside Bulma. Mr. Roshi also warned him to follow Bulma after the class. He had got no option.

Bulma laughed because she was taller than him. That laugh really made Vegeta irritated.

"Bitch, you are laughing at me, aren't you?"

"What? Uhm, it isn't my fault that you appear to be shorter than me."

"Why you? Ughh…." Vegeta clinched his teeth. He really hated anything connected with his height.

Bulma smiled and considered that this would be fun after all. She showed Vegeta the school, the activities, and the rules. Vegeta seemed to be ignorant and didn't response to her explanation at all.

"Listen me buster, do you get it?"

"I'm not an idiot. This is just the same kind school with my last one."

"Why do you move here then, if they are the same?"

"Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth up? None of your business."

"Geezee….. I just try to be polite and you try to be a pain in my ass?"

Vegeta lost his patience and were about to leave when he saw someone that he knew walking toward him. He couldn't be wrong about his driver's son. He had to be Kakarotto.

Goku waved toward Bulma and showed his cherry smile, "Hi Bulma! Woo, wait a minute, I think I've seen you before…."

Goku tried to remember who the guy in front of him was, but he failed. He smiled shyly, "Yeah, I give up. Who are you anyway?"

"Kakarotto, world is so small, meeting you here."

Goku still couldn't remember him. "Huh? Kakarotto?"

"Cannot remember me, huh? Well, it had been ten years. No wonder you hardly remember it."

"That prideful voice… and flaming hair…. I remember now! You must be Vegeta, right? Hey, why do you appear to be smaller than before?"

"What? You… Ughh…," Vegeta's face was blushed with rage. That's enough people mocked him for his height. He had to leave.

"Come on, guys! How do you know him Goku?" Bulma hold Vegeta's hand. Vegeta tried to let it go but Bulma held it with all her might. Vegeta gave up and didn't leave them.

"Of course I know him! I always played basketball with him when I visited my dad. Tell me, did you move here, ye Vegeta?"

"Don't address me like that. I don't make friend with my driver's son. How pathetic…"

"My father didn't work for your family again, you know."

"Of course silly, he died."

"By the way, what happened with your body? Did you fight a gang?"

"My body isn't your business."

Bulma stayed calm and paid attention toward their chit-chat carefully. It was clear now why did Vegeta always act like an asshole. He was a kind of snob. He came from very rich family. He always seemed arrogant and showed his rough manner toward other students because he thought that they were lower than him. Moreover, it also explained the latest car that Vegeta usually rode on.

"So Vegeta, still playing basketball huh?"

"Why do you ask? Of course I'm playing dammit."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Goku just tried to be nice…"

"I don't think I like Kakarotto being nice to me."

"What the hell you called him Kakarotto? It was a very odd name for our best basketball player in this school."

"I called him Kakarotto because it is his name. The best player hmm? Let's find out now," Vegeta smiled curtly, "where is your basketball hall?"

"Come on Vegeta, you are not so well. If we have a match, it wouldn't be fair for you."

"Do you dare or else?"

"Fine…,. As you wish."

"Don't hold back your ability, bastard. I'm in my best condition."

"Hmm, let's play."

Bulma accompanied them to the basketball hall. West School Basket hall was dominated by bronze color. It was a big hall since the last restoration had done 7 years ago due to the school's victory for 5 years a row in Budobasket Championship.

There are many members of basketball team including their captain, Piccolo, practiced basket ball in the hall. Piccolo was a big green guy with bald head. He was in his third grade.

Actually Bulma couldn't believe Vegeta's ability. She doubted a short guy like him could play basketball well.

"Captain, I asked your permission to have one on one basketball game with my childhood friends, Vegeta," Goku smiled and nodded when Piccolo gave his permission. Goku quickly changed into his regular basketball uniform, dominated with school color, bronze.

Vegeta opened his vest and he was ready for the match.

"Come on Vegeta, 10 minutes only between you and me."

"Too bad there are only several audiences here, but that's okay. Show me your best move Kakarotto!"

Goku smiled and started dribbling the ball. He used an old trick and tried double scratch, but Vegeta was faster than him. Vegeta cut the ball and mocked him.

"Gee, I don't know you're so slow…"

"Oh, yeah? I'll show you some move Vegeta!" Goku used his instant transmission and blocked Vegeta's move. Goku had the ball and scored first with his Kame-Hame-Haa dunk. It was so powerful and strong dunk.

The other players stopped exercising and watched their game. They were wondering who bravely fought Goku one on one.

Vegeta smiled and whipped his sweats," well done, buster. It's my turn!"

Vegeta moved very fast. Goku thought Vegeta would move forward, but he was wrong. Vegeta acted as if he was about to shoot but he jumped behind three points line and scored a shoot, "what do you think about my final flash?"

The ball was perfectly thrown into the ring. Bulma amazed and started changing her opinion about Vegeta. She realized how wonderful Vegeta's eyes sparked when she saw him played. He was a really basket ball player.

"Three points shoot, eh? You're great. Having that bruises and still moved that fast. Well I'll show you some…" Goku stole the ball again using his instant transmission and left Vegeta behind. He threw the ball into the air and the light blinded Vegeta. Vegeta couldn't see where was the ball and Goku scored another score.

"I called it sun flash attack," explained Goku.

Tien watched the game and laughed, "That boy used my attack."

Vegeta moved forward and tried to steal the ball with zigzag move. He did and he dribbled the ball in intense way. Everyone hardly saw the ball and Vegeta jumped really high. He scored a dunk with his technique. Vegeta smiled, "I called it big bang attack."

Vegeta knew that he was leading the score. He tried to keep the ball with him. That was a great mistake because he became hardly concentrated with the ball itself. His body was not in best condition for that move. While Vegeta lowered his awareness, Goku used his instant transmission and had the ball. He again used his Kame-Hame-Haa again and scored.

Vegeta was so angry and tried to steal the ball. He had to score or he would be failed. There was little time left.

"Fuck you!" He cursed Goku.

"Try to take the ball eh? Come and get me!"

After 18 seconds of running and cunning, Vegeta finally tricked Goku and got the ball. He used his final flash. He threw the ball as fast as he could.

"In, you darn ball!"

The ball actually was in, but the time was out. It didn't count.

As the result, Vegeta was lost 5-6 to Goku.

"It was fun, Vegeta! I'm happy I could play with you again."

"Dammit, I lose to a total joke like you. Well, next time I'll never fail again," Vegeta moved away.

"You're not failing. You had that bruises so it was kind unfair game Vegeta. I'm waiting our rematch, okay!" said Goku happily. He smiled when Chichi gave him towel to lash his sweat, "thanks Chichi."

The cute girl called Chichi blushed.

"Hey, you funny hair, you're so great," said Krilin, a senior in 3rd grade.

"Join us," said Chiaotzu, a senior in his 3rd grade when Vegeta passed him.

Vegeta ignored everyone's attention and passed through the hall. Bulma saw him and throw a towel, "nice game, Vegeta. I don't know you're so great."

"I failed to beat Kakarotto, moron. Is that what you call nice game?" he took the towel and left.

Bulma didn't know how to response him. Goku came toward her. Bulma smiled to Goku, "nice game. Vegeta's just being childish, that's all."

"I knew it."

"Tell me Goku, why he called you Kakarotto?"

"It is kind of an odd story. My late grandfather once changed my name for better luck. My family will never last if I continue using that 'Kakarotto' name. It is not problem for me… However Vegeta likes that name because it is similar with his. He refused to call me Goku for years up until now."

"Kind a joke… Vegeta and Kakarotto? You mean vegetable and carrot thing? Tee hee… He is funny, right?" Bulma laughed, "But he seems real harsh these days."

"Well, he didn't use to be that rude. I'm not clear what had happened to him but he used to be not that cold. Maybe he changed since his parents had died 10 years ago."

"Is he an orphan?"

"Yeah that's right…. Similar with me! Ups! Gotta go for basketball regular practice. See you Bulma!"

Bulma questioned herself what had happened to Vegeta and felt pity on him. She should be patient toward that guy. She waved Goku goodbye and wanted to go home soon. She had to do her new experiment about guardian robot. That was enough that she had been almost raped by stranger, so she had to create self protection.

She rode her motor toward her house. Her mother might have made her a glass of strawberry juice for her. Bulma smiled and added some speed on her ride.

The Briefs was having dinner when Bulma came to the dining room. She had spent time in her own laboratory before, as usual. Bulma mostly spent her times there. She invented some new technology to beautify herself.

Their dining room was big and filled with pink tools. Her mother was crazy about pink stuffs and creamy things. So, she decorated it that way. None could say no to her beloved mother.

Bulma smelled a new baked strawberry cake and she asked her mother where the cake was.

"Oh, dear… I gave it to our new family member," her mother smiled. She still looked stunning in her late forties.

"Who is our new family member? Are you pregnant mom?" Bulma laughed and her father even laughed harder hearing her joke. Mr. Briefs liked jokes very much. As a wise man at 60s, he appreciated jokes more than anyone in the Capsule Corp.

"A cake in my room?"

Bulma jolted when she heard Vegeta's voice behind her. Vegeta stood and holding a massive cake in his hand. The cake was tremendous and luxurious. At some point he was similar with cute dwarf from fairy tales. He just missed the green uniform. Vegeta put the cake on the table.

"I love it, Mrs. Briefs. I just cannot eat this by myself. Would you mind if I share it with all of you?"

"Sure honey," Mrs. Briefs answered him.

Hearing Vegeta spoke in such appropriate way was too much for Bulma's ears. She was going to faint, she thought. Vegeta smiled toward her parents and cut the cake carefully.

He treated the cake better than he had treated her. That 2 faced bastard…

"Bulma, Vegeta will stay with us until his 18th birthday. His lawyer, Mr. Nappa is my close friend and he trusted us his precious client," explained Dr. Briefs.

"Why should he pick our house Dad? And why should he stay until that time?"

"It's because, your dear Daddikins is a very grateful and welcoming person. I stay here up to my birthday because at this time I'm not mature enough to control my own legacy, Bulma," explained Vegeta with pleasant mood. He even smiled and shared the cake with heart to her.

After Bulma's parents had left the room, Vegeta smirked, "well, I guess I'll pretend to be a nice guest in your house Bulma. Your parents loved me better that way, right? And never tell anyone that I live here and at last, I would appreciate you if you stay away from me, EVERYWHERE."

Bulma watched him and Vegeta turned back. He faced her with his real icy eyes.

"Do what I say or you'll be sorry."

"Damn, do you think I would do anything you say? Fuck yourself, bastard."

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and left.