Author's note: At the time I wrote this, I have just finished reading my multiculturalism book. I felt really sorry toward racism and such.

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Part 5 Vegeta and the Basket Club

"Tell me, what will you do if I beat him? I just want to make this game worth playing," Vegeta whispered from her back during Mr. Roshi class. He looked quite bored with Mr. Roshi explanation about anatomy of sea birds.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you?" Bulma was quite irritated when Vegeta mocked Yamucha's skill, "fine… I would do whatever you wish if you won for a week."

"Be prepared to be my slave for a week," Vegeta handed his work to Mr. Roshi. He was satisfied with his score. He sneered at Bulma and sat on his seat. Bulma was still working on the drawing. She really detested that Vegeta was that clever in drawing those damn birds.

In the end of the class, Vegeta followed Yamucha to the hall. Vegeta realized that Yamucha's fans were following them into the hall. Yamucha's fans mocked Vegeta when he was walking through the corridor.

Vegeta really pissed being the core of hatred from girls. He tried to be patient and kept repeating several words in his mind. Bulma is becoming his slave. Bulma is becoming his slave. Bulma is becoming his slave…

Many member of the basket ball club noticed Vegeta as he passed the door, including Piccolo. He had an idea for that arrogant player. In fact, he had heard from Goku that Vegeta had refused joining the test tomorrow. It would be a perfect occasion to trap that damn boy into his team.

Yamucha asked Piccolo permission to have one on one game. Piccolo understood the gap between Vegeta and Yamucha. That would be a hard game for Yamucha for that short one was a three point shooter expert.

"Well, I see another match," Piccolo pointed Vegeta, "actually the test of regular player is going to be held tomorrow, but if you could beat Yamucha I'll let you into our regular. Yamucha, don't loose to him okay?"

"Okay captain. Just watch me showing the real basket to that ass," Yamucha laughed and opened his shirt. Many girls screamed and watched Yamucha's perfectly muscled body. He dribbled the ball and tried to score from 20 meters away from ring. He failed. Yamucha threw another ball. It almost missed the ring, but after several loops finally the ball was in.

Vegeta watched Yamucha's action and mocking him. Shit, he is just a big moron. How could Bulma like this freak? "Don't waste too much time, moron! How's the game?"

Tien slowly came toward them, "shall be it… the first one got 10 points win the game. There's no time limit. I'll be the judge. Sound's okay for two of you?"

"It's okay to me, Tien," said Yamucha, "are you ready, Vegeta?"

"Ready when you are, big stupid muscled boy."

Tien threw the ball and Yamucha got his first chance. He was about to score, but Vegeta jumped over him and cut his shoot. Vegeta mocked Yamucha before he used his final flash. Yamucha's face was red.

"Darn, you're so stupid. Can't you be clever, half-wits brainy boy?" Vegeta mocked Yamucha again and scored another three points.

Everyone was recognized that Yamucha couldn't win the game. It had been 9 against 0 in only 5 minutes. Vegeta even didn't give Yamucha enough time to show his shoot. Vegeta was too fast and so much better. Bulma was terrified that Vegeta would win. She tried to cheer up Yamucha, but that boy was so nervous and became Vegeta's toy.

The game ended with huge humiliation for Yamucha. He cursed Vegeta and left the hall. His fans followed him and tried to cheer him. However, Yamucha ignored them. Piccolo smiled and asked Vegeta to come to the hall tomorrow.

"Welcome in our team, Vegeta," said the Captain, "Okay boys! Time for running!"

Piccolo ran with half of the team toward the school field.

"Wait a minute… What the hell I'm joining your fuck…" Vegeta was almost finishing his words when Goku covered his mouth with his fingers.

"Crap, be patient with him will you? He's darn terrible person when he is angry."

"It's not your business. I've heard enough rumors about this crazy basket club; I don't want to be part of it."

"Those are just rumors. What are these rumors actually?"

"Goku, I've heard from those silly classmates that there are several weird trainings in basket club. Moreover, that big bald green Piccolo also had some problem with his green…."

All of the sudden, Piccolo was standing behind them. He smiled sardonically and made Vegeta understood that he was in danger if he continued his explanation. Vegeta grinned and tried to smile back to Piccolo.

"See you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

"By the way, Vegeta, those rumors should always be rumors."

"I… I understand."

Vegeta noticed that he was trapped, but he couldn't do anything. He had learned that Piccolo had strong connection with the school executive, Mr. Dende. He won't find any problem in his new school. Then, he remembered something that was really nice for him. Bulma had to be his slave for week. Vegeta smiled and headed Bulma, who was still standing near the hall entrance.

"Let's see. Being my slave, I want you to stay away of me, not enter my room in whatever condition, and stay away of that fucking Yamucha for a week. Is that clear for you?"

"It's okay for me to stay away of you, but why I should stay away of Yamucha?" Bulma disliked Vegeta's order and walked away. Vegeta grabbed her hand hard.

"Ouch, that's hurt bastard. Let me off will you?"

"Obey my rules, slave."

"FINE! Now let me off. You've hurt me."

Bulma knew that she had other option besides following what Vegeta had ordered to her. She really hated him.

"A guy like you perhaps will be fit in hell…"

"What are you saying?"

"You will fit in hell."

"Whatever. I'll better be in it than… Than continue living like this…" Vegeta's face was becoming stern. He threw a glance toward Bulma and disappeared.

Bulma felt a bit guilty.

That night Bulma got a phone call from Yamucha. He was babbling about losing from Vegeta and he decided to stay away from Bulma until he had won from Vegeta.

"Wait a minute, bastard! Why should you do this to me? Do you think I'm a property or something?"

"Bulma, listen… I'm talking about men pride…"

"Go to hell with your pride! How if you never won from that sick asshole?"

"…. I'll hang up the phone, okay? My coins were running out."

"Oh, you boys are crazy! Talking this very serious matter in the phone…"

"I couldn't face you…"

"Fine then silly coward!" Bulma slammed the phone. How a very pretty and clever girl like her could have been dumped by a phone call? It didn't make sense! That's that bastard Vegeta's fault!

Then again, Bulma heard a loud scream from Vegeta's room. She took her earphone quickly and rushed to her bed. Take that you damn bastard. I'll let you suffering painful nightmares tonight!

Bulma was sleeping when Vegeta entered her room and joined her on bed. He was used to be comforted by her scent and he always wanted to smell it over and over again. That night Bulma had a very strange dream. She was dreaming that Vegeta hugged her closely and she loved that.

That morning Bulma opened her eyes slowly. She felt a hand felt over her face. She grabbed the hand and saw Vegeta was sleeping with her. His face was so peaceful. Bulma traced his face with her fingers.

"I see… You're such a handsome while you're sleeping."

"Do you think so? Thanks," Vegeta opened his eyes and left her room as if that were his room and that were normal for not giving any explanation to Bulma. Bulma screamed and cursed him.

"What were you doing? Do you consider me as your whore or something?"

"Hey, I don't give you too much credit to be my whore. I consider you as my pillow."

Bulma threw him her pillow, "you…. You are too much!"

"Don't talk to me like that. Surely you remember who you are now, my naughty slave?"

Bulma stopped their conversation because she knew Vegeta held the power between them. Damn. My big mouth… if only I knew he was that good in basket…

However, Vegeta's happiness didn't last. After school Goku took him toward the hall. It's very obvious that Goku had been ordered to take him by that bald green Namec.

"Huh, that Namec has sent you here, Kakarotto?"

"Sttt, don't said it out loud. Our school had very strict rule toward race discrimination."

"Darn that race discrimination. The Namekian race is definitely lower than ours. Did you remember our history class? They had been our slave since hundreds years ago, until a stupid Namekian called Nelson Mandello had changed it. Damn him."

"Oh, for your sake, Vegeta… Please never talk about it again… We had…"

"We had a club in school, which is built by Mr. Dende and me. It is APG, Apartheid Policy toward Green," explained Piccolo.

Vegeta jolted as if thousand volts had running through his vein, "how could you always act like this? How could you know what I'm speaking about?"

"My ears are very sensitive. It could hear your shitty voice, Vegeta."

Vegeta grumbled while Goku laughed at him. Piccolo gave Vegeta a basket uniform. Vegeta took it with hatred. He got number 15. It was number for beginners. He was an advanced player after all. "What is this? Oh God the color…."

"Wear that uniform today. And I got to tell you this, one more very idiotic words toward Mr. Mandello and I'll send you to hell."

Vegeta nodded and forced a smile upon his face. Fuck that Namec!

Note: I'm still poor in editing story. How could I be help?

(shudder) I'm not hoping answer like 'time might help'….. Hehehe….