Hey!! I couldn't wait to post this chapter, 'cause I'm super proud of it!
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Shades of Crimson- You know, I posted that I wanted it to be like 'Summerland', but now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure if that is where I'm gonna take this. Who knows with me, right?!?! ;) Anyhow, thanks for reviewing as always! I luv ya!!!
Videlchan313- Yeah another story.. I can't seem to stop!!! Help!!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and really hope you like this chapter!! Thanks!!! ;)
Takarra- Wow, thanks so much! I'm really glad you like the story! ;) Enjoy the next chapter!!!!
DBZ-fan-JESS- (covers mouth with finger)shhhh.. don't tell everyone!!! ;) Thanks!!!!
Joelie the Messenger of Death- Hey, long time!!! How've ya been? Anyhow, thanks for reviewing. I hope you like the next chapter!
Seruleyan-Wings- I told you I was gonna post it!!! No personal tension. Chrissie was just the first name that popped into my head. haha... no offense to anyone with that name. My cousin's name is Chrissie and I like her just fine! Anywho... Luv ya!!! Thanks a bunches! ;)
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Chapter 02: A Bunch of Small Coincidences!
Yamcha and Bulma pulled into a parking space and just stared at the enormous campus stretched out before them. There were hundreds of kids carrying boxes and luggage bags from their cars. The couple turned to each other and grinned before quickly unbuckling their seatbelts and jumping out of Yamcha's Durango.
"I can't believe it! We're finially here," Bulma almost squealed she was so happy. The car ride from Lily Lake to here had taken forever.
Her boyfriend chuckled and opened the back hatch. "And it only took us two days to get here," he joked.
Bulma slung a bag over her shoulder. "You're the one that wanted to bring your car out here, otherwise we could've flown out."
"Hey, you there!"
The both turned and spotted a tall guy with auburn hair. He looked pretty relaxed in his t-shirt and beach shorts. He walked up to them and smiled. "You guys freshman?"
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"No offense, you just got that awed look all freshman get. Have you checked in yet?" He asked politely.
"No," Yamcha responded, stepping closer to Bulma's side in an unconcsiously territorial way.
"I wouldn't unpack yet, then," he laughed. "It takes a a while to get signed in, and get your keys," he explained. "You're better off to leave your stuff in your car until you get all that done."
He started to walk away from them, but Bulma called out. "Hey, what's your name?!"
The guy turned around. "Chad Hamilton."
Bulma smiled. "Thanks, Chad!"
Chad waved and walked back toward his car to grab another box. Yamcha sighed. "What was that all about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Chad, you were flirting," he grumbled.
Bulma laughed and put her things back into the car. "I was not. You're just grumpy from the long trip." She closed the back of the car and grabbed his hand. "Let's go get signed in." She pulled two envelopes from her purse and handed one to Yamcha. "Here ya go. I'm in Kendrick Hall. Where are you again?"
"Um." He glanced over his letter. "Brooks Hall, over there." He pointed to a large, gray stone building to their right. "At least, I think that's the one," he laughed.
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"Okay, look around the room, and consult your checklist to make sure everything is right," her RA told her.
Bulma walked around the room and checked everything out. Yes there was a hole in the left closet door, and there was no blind on the window. 'Sheesh, who had this room before?!' She wondered. She finished the list and handed it back to Becca, her RA. "What was all that for?"
"You have to go through this at the end of the year, or whenever you move out of this room," she said, signing her name on a line beneath where Bulma's name was. "It's so they know to bill you if you damamge anything."
"You'd think they'd fix the place back up," Bulma muttered.
"Sorry. It's just the way things are here, but look at it this way," she started. "You can make the place up however you want, so long as it looks exactly like this when you leave!"
"Yeah, I guess so." She glanced at the keys in her hand. "Has my roommate checked in yet?"
"Yeah, she check the place over yesterday. See. She signed this right here." Becca pointed to the spot right next to where Bulma signed. "She'll probably be moving in later tonight, maybe even tomorrow."
"Thanks," Bulma said.
"Not a prob. Now, my room is at the end of the hall, to your left. Any problems, complaints, suggestions, just let me know. That's what I'm there for. There'll be a floor meeting tomorrow night at 9. Everyone has to be there. I'll be going over dorm rules, and we'll do introductions." She walked back into the hall. "There'll be pizza too, if you like!"
The blue haired teen stood in the middle of her empty room and sighed. "I better call Yamcha," she told herself, pulling her cellphone out of her purse.
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Several buildings away, Yamcha ha just gone through the exact same speech. "Whole lot of stuff to do just to move in," he thought aloud.
"Yo!" Someone called out from his open doorway.
"Yeah?" Yamcha turned around and spotted a blond haired guy with a huge grin.
"Hey, man! I'm Hunter. I'm in the room right across the hall from you."
"Oh, hey! I'm Yamcha," he said, walking over to shake his hand. "What's going on?"
Hunter shook his hand. "Nothing much, man. I just wanted to invite you out tonight. The whole floor's going out and getting plastered," he said excitedly. "Wanna join us?"
"Wow, um." His phone rang, and he frowned. 'Bulma.' "Hold on one second."
"Sure, no problem."
"Hello?"
"Hey, hun. I'm all check in and ready to start moving stuff. You?"
"Yeah, babe. Hey was there anything in particular you had planned for tonight?"
"I figured we'd go out to dinner, but that was about it. Maybe tour the campus, get to know it before classes start on Monday. Why?"
"The guys on the floor are going out, and I don't know. I thought maybe," he trailed off hopefully.
"Go ahead, but I still want dinner," Bulma said.
"That's cool with me. Thanks, babe. I'll meet you at the car in a couple minutes."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." He hung up the phone and grinned. "I'm with you guys tonight, Hunter. What time are you going?"
"Awesome! We're leaving from here at 10 tonight. Hey, I haven't seen your roomie yet so pass the invite along, will ya?"
"Sure thing, whenever I see him!"
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Bulma was bored out of her mind an hour after Yamcha had brought her back from dinner. Why hadn't the girls on her floor thought up something like the guys her boyfriend was with?! She sighed and tossed the book she was reading onto her bed. Her parents had sent her television and computer through the mail along with some of her other things because they couldn't fit everything into Yamcha's car, so she was stuck reading one of the books she had packed in her bag.
'What am I doing here?' She thought angrily. 'It's Saturday night, and I'm sitting here in my dorm room alone!' She jumped off her bed and ran to her closet. She decided that she would go explore the campus by herself. Becca had told her that the student center and the library were open around the clock, so she hoped that they had something to keep her interested until she got tired.
Several minutes later, she stepped out of the elelvator and walked through the main hall of her dorm. There were several students that had the sense to move in during the night, when it wasn't so chaotic. She secretly wish that her and Yamcha had left a few hours later, so they could've skipped the mad rush of freshman. Bulma walked outside and looked around. She had the campus map in her purse just incase she got majorly lost. It was close to 10 when she reached the student center, and she was surprised that it was empty. It was a large, circular building, with two stories to it. On the inside, the second story was completely open, loft-style. In the middle of the room was an enormous fireplace, giving it a cozy feel.
As she looked around, she guessed that the main purpose of this place was just for kids who needed to hang out for a couple minutes between classes instead of walking back to their dorms. She spotted a tv on, up on the second level, and she smiled. Something to do, not that she watched tv much, but it'd kill some time. She climbed up the stairs quickly and went over to the couch sitting by the tv. Bulma let out a startled gasp when she walked around the side of the couch. There was someone there.
"Oh my gosh," she said, her hand over her heart. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was up here. I couldn't see you from the first floor," she apologized quickly.
The person on the couch sat up, and Bulma felt her heart skipping in her chest. She frowned suddenly. No one had ever had that affect on her before, except Yamcha. The guy sighed and looked up at her with his black eyes. He noticed that she was kind of checking him out, and he fought to keep the smirk from breaking out across his face. He wouldn't want to embarrass the poor girl further, would he?
"Are you crazy?" He asked her seriously.
Bulma shook herself from her wandering, guilty thoughts. "What?! No, why?"
"It's a Saturday night, and you're out walking around the campus dressed like that alone," he commented, sounding like a scolding parents.
She looked down at her clothes. "What's wrong with what I have on?" She demanded.
"It shows too much," he told her. "Saturday nights aren't exactly good nights to wander around an empty campus by yourself. Too many drunks,"he said, turning back to the tv.
Bulma blushed slightly over her stupidity. She definitely hadn't thought about that when she walked out of her dorm tonight. You didn't have to worry about stuff like that back home, but this was the city. She had a lot to get use to. "Um, do you mind if I watch tv with you, or do you have a crazy girl friend who's going to jump out at me?" She laughed.
"No," he said.
She stood there for a moment, confused. "Um, no I can't sit here and watch tv, or no I don't have a girlfriend?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend," he told her.
"Great, cuz now I'm totally freaked to walk out of her alone thanks to you," she said, taking a seat next to him.
He chuckled at her and continued watching the show. Bulma bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should be here. She could imagine what Yamcha would think if he knew that she was hanging out with some guy she just meant. 'Ah, who cares. He's out hanging out with a bunch of people, so why can't I' "So, what's your name?" She asked.
"Vegeta."
"I'm Bulma. What year are you?"
"Sophomore, double major in Business and Sociology," he added. He looked at her and smirked. "It was your next question, wasn't it?"
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah."
Vegeta internally frowned. What was wrong with him? He never actually tried to get to know anyone, but she was really hot! "You're obviously a freshman, so what are you majoring in?"
"What, do I have 'freshman' stamped on my forehead?" She groaned.
"Calm down, by next semester, no one will be able to tell you're one."
"Why's that?"
"Because you'll know the campus like the back of your hand, and you'll know what to do and what not to do." He placed special emphasis in the last part, refferring to her solo wanderings around campus at night.
"Yeah, yeah." She leaned back on the couch. "Anyhow, I'm majoring in Computer Programing and Engineering."
He nodded. "Ambitious."
"Acutally, I wasn thinking of taking a couple Sociology classes since I took the introductory level class in high school, but I went for Psychology 100 instead."
"Everyone takes that. It's a waste of time," he told her.
"Well since you're the big bad sophomore, what do you suggest I take to cover my humanities credits?"
Vegeta thought for a moment. "There's tons of Religous Studies classes, and Ecomonics."
"I mean in Sociology."
Ah, his specialty! He knew of several great course that she might enjoy. "Contemporary Issues and Problems with Professor Jarrett is going to be interesting," he mused. He really like that guy. "Or American Society. Deviance and Social Control sounded good too."
"Which one are you taking?"
"All three," he replied.
"Wow, you must really like the subject matter."
"It's why I'm majoring in it."
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Courtesy of Vegeta, Bulma arrived back at her dorm room, safely, around one in the morning with a big smile on her face. She'd had a good time tonight and made a friend, a really gorgeous friend! They had talked about the classes they were taking, and Vegeta had given her several good suggestions when it came to her schedule. Needless to say, she was going down to the registra's office first thing Monday morning to get some classes dropped and added. She was surprised when she saw that the light was on in her room. She didn' remember leaving it on. Maybe her roommate was finally here! She pushed her key into the doorknob and opened the door.
"Hi," she said.
A girl with blond hair turned toward her. "Hey. You must be Bulma?"
"Yeah. You're June?"
"Call me 18 if ya want, all my friends do," she said.
"Great. You can call me B if you like." She dropped her purse on her bed. "Need help unpacking?"
June smiled. "Thanks, that's be a big help."
"Sure thing."
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Vegeta walking into the main hall and flashed his key to the guy behind the desk before getting on the elevator. He was still pretty stunned that he had had such an interesting time talking with Bulma. He'd probably never see her on campus again, but at least she helped pass time for tonight at least. The lift came to a stop and the door slid open after a high pitched ding. He walked off and toward his room. Thankfully, it was a corner room, which meant more space. He wasn't looking forward to having a roommate again this year, but all the single rooms had been filled before he could get one.
He opened his door and turned on the lights. His side of the room was neatly unpacked considering he'd arrived yesterday and had nothing better to do with his time. His roommate had things strung everwhere, and Vegeta had to jump over a couple boxes to get to his bed. He paused next to his roomie's desk, his eyes getting wide as he picked up one of the many pictures covering it.
It was obviously a senior picture since the name Yamcha was scrolled in gold writing on the bottom right corner. There was a girl posing next to him with long, curly blue hair and dark blue eyes. The same girl he'd just spent the last 3 hours talking to! Vegeta sighed and put the picture down.
"Well, she's taken," he muttered disappointedly. He grabbed a book off his desk and lounged back on his bed. Reaching over, he hit the power button on his radio and grabbed his headphones. He'd be considerate only until he knew how the rest of his floormates were going to act.
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Alright! I enjoyed that chapter. I know Vegeta seemed a little out of character. Sorry bout that. I won't let it last. ;) Don't forget to review!!!
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PANDORA ;)
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Shades of Crimson- You know, I posted that I wanted it to be like 'Summerland', but now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure if that is where I'm gonna take this. Who knows with me, right?!?! ;) Anyhow, thanks for reviewing as always! I luv ya!!!
Videlchan313- Yeah another story.. I can't seem to stop!!! Help!!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and really hope you like this chapter!! Thanks!!! ;)
Takarra- Wow, thanks so much! I'm really glad you like the story! ;) Enjoy the next chapter!!!!
DBZ-fan-JESS- (covers mouth with finger)shhhh.. don't tell everyone!!! ;) Thanks!!!!
Joelie the Messenger of Death- Hey, long time!!! How've ya been? Anyhow, thanks for reviewing. I hope you like the next chapter!
Seruleyan-Wings- I told you I was gonna post it!!! No personal tension. Chrissie was just the first name that popped into my head. haha... no offense to anyone with that name. My cousin's name is Chrissie and I like her just fine! Anywho... Luv ya!!! Thanks a bunches! ;)
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Chapter 02: A Bunch of Small Coincidences!
Yamcha and Bulma pulled into a parking space and just stared at the enormous campus stretched out before them. There were hundreds of kids carrying boxes and luggage bags from their cars. The couple turned to each other and grinned before quickly unbuckling their seatbelts and jumping out of Yamcha's Durango.
"I can't believe it! We're finially here," Bulma almost squealed she was so happy. The car ride from Lily Lake to here had taken forever.
Her boyfriend chuckled and opened the back hatch. "And it only took us two days to get here," he joked.
Bulma slung a bag over her shoulder. "You're the one that wanted to bring your car out here, otherwise we could've flown out."
"Hey, you there!"
The both turned and spotted a tall guy with auburn hair. He looked pretty relaxed in his t-shirt and beach shorts. He walked up to them and smiled. "You guys freshman?"
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"No offense, you just got that awed look all freshman get. Have you checked in yet?" He asked politely.
"No," Yamcha responded, stepping closer to Bulma's side in an unconcsiously territorial way.
"I wouldn't unpack yet, then," he laughed. "It takes a a while to get signed in, and get your keys," he explained. "You're better off to leave your stuff in your car until you get all that done."
He started to walk away from them, but Bulma called out. "Hey, what's your name?!"
The guy turned around. "Chad Hamilton."
Bulma smiled. "Thanks, Chad!"
Chad waved and walked back toward his car to grab another box. Yamcha sighed. "What was that all about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Chad, you were flirting," he grumbled.
Bulma laughed and put her things back into the car. "I was not. You're just grumpy from the long trip." She closed the back of the car and grabbed his hand. "Let's go get signed in." She pulled two envelopes from her purse and handed one to Yamcha. "Here ya go. I'm in Kendrick Hall. Where are you again?"
"Um." He glanced over his letter. "Brooks Hall, over there." He pointed to a large, gray stone building to their right. "At least, I think that's the one," he laughed.
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"Okay, look around the room, and consult your checklist to make sure everything is right," her RA told her.
Bulma walked around the room and checked everything out. Yes there was a hole in the left closet door, and there was no blind on the window. 'Sheesh, who had this room before?!' She wondered. She finished the list and handed it back to Becca, her RA. "What was all that for?"
"You have to go through this at the end of the year, or whenever you move out of this room," she said, signing her name on a line beneath where Bulma's name was. "It's so they know to bill you if you damamge anything."
"You'd think they'd fix the place back up," Bulma muttered.
"Sorry. It's just the way things are here, but look at it this way," she started. "You can make the place up however you want, so long as it looks exactly like this when you leave!"
"Yeah, I guess so." She glanced at the keys in her hand. "Has my roommate checked in yet?"
"Yeah, she check the place over yesterday. See. She signed this right here." Becca pointed to the spot right next to where Bulma signed. "She'll probably be moving in later tonight, maybe even tomorrow."
"Thanks," Bulma said.
"Not a prob. Now, my room is at the end of the hall, to your left. Any problems, complaints, suggestions, just let me know. That's what I'm there for. There'll be a floor meeting tomorrow night at 9. Everyone has to be there. I'll be going over dorm rules, and we'll do introductions." She walked back into the hall. "There'll be pizza too, if you like!"
The blue haired teen stood in the middle of her empty room and sighed. "I better call Yamcha," she told herself, pulling her cellphone out of her purse.
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Several buildings away, Yamcha ha just gone through the exact same speech. "Whole lot of stuff to do just to move in," he thought aloud.
"Yo!" Someone called out from his open doorway.
"Yeah?" Yamcha turned around and spotted a blond haired guy with a huge grin.
"Hey, man! I'm Hunter. I'm in the room right across the hall from you."
"Oh, hey! I'm Yamcha," he said, walking over to shake his hand. "What's going on?"
Hunter shook his hand. "Nothing much, man. I just wanted to invite you out tonight. The whole floor's going out and getting plastered," he said excitedly. "Wanna join us?"
"Wow, um." His phone rang, and he frowned. 'Bulma.' "Hold on one second."
"Sure, no problem."
"Hello?"
"Hey, hun. I'm all check in and ready to start moving stuff. You?"
"Yeah, babe. Hey was there anything in particular you had planned for tonight?"
"I figured we'd go out to dinner, but that was about it. Maybe tour the campus, get to know it before classes start on Monday. Why?"
"The guys on the floor are going out, and I don't know. I thought maybe," he trailed off hopefully.
"Go ahead, but I still want dinner," Bulma said.
"That's cool with me. Thanks, babe. I'll meet you at the car in a couple minutes."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." He hung up the phone and grinned. "I'm with you guys tonight, Hunter. What time are you going?"
"Awesome! We're leaving from here at 10 tonight. Hey, I haven't seen your roomie yet so pass the invite along, will ya?"
"Sure thing, whenever I see him!"
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Bulma was bored out of her mind an hour after Yamcha had brought her back from dinner. Why hadn't the girls on her floor thought up something like the guys her boyfriend was with?! She sighed and tossed the book she was reading onto her bed. Her parents had sent her television and computer through the mail along with some of her other things because they couldn't fit everything into Yamcha's car, so she was stuck reading one of the books she had packed in her bag.
'What am I doing here?' She thought angrily. 'It's Saturday night, and I'm sitting here in my dorm room alone!' She jumped off her bed and ran to her closet. She decided that she would go explore the campus by herself. Becca had told her that the student center and the library were open around the clock, so she hoped that they had something to keep her interested until she got tired.
Several minutes later, she stepped out of the elelvator and walked through the main hall of her dorm. There were several students that had the sense to move in during the night, when it wasn't so chaotic. She secretly wish that her and Yamcha had left a few hours later, so they could've skipped the mad rush of freshman. Bulma walked outside and looked around. She had the campus map in her purse just incase she got majorly lost. It was close to 10 when she reached the student center, and she was surprised that it was empty. It was a large, circular building, with two stories to it. On the inside, the second story was completely open, loft-style. In the middle of the room was an enormous fireplace, giving it a cozy feel.
As she looked around, she guessed that the main purpose of this place was just for kids who needed to hang out for a couple minutes between classes instead of walking back to their dorms. She spotted a tv on, up on the second level, and she smiled. Something to do, not that she watched tv much, but it'd kill some time. She climbed up the stairs quickly and went over to the couch sitting by the tv. Bulma let out a startled gasp when she walked around the side of the couch. There was someone there.
"Oh my gosh," she said, her hand over her heart. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was up here. I couldn't see you from the first floor," she apologized quickly.
The person on the couch sat up, and Bulma felt her heart skipping in her chest. She frowned suddenly. No one had ever had that affect on her before, except Yamcha. The guy sighed and looked up at her with his black eyes. He noticed that she was kind of checking him out, and he fought to keep the smirk from breaking out across his face. He wouldn't want to embarrass the poor girl further, would he?
"Are you crazy?" He asked her seriously.
Bulma shook herself from her wandering, guilty thoughts. "What?! No, why?"
"It's a Saturday night, and you're out walking around the campus dressed like that alone," he commented, sounding like a scolding parents.
She looked down at her clothes. "What's wrong with what I have on?" She demanded.
"It shows too much," he told her. "Saturday nights aren't exactly good nights to wander around an empty campus by yourself. Too many drunks,"he said, turning back to the tv.
Bulma blushed slightly over her stupidity. She definitely hadn't thought about that when she walked out of her dorm tonight. You didn't have to worry about stuff like that back home, but this was the city. She had a lot to get use to. "Um, do you mind if I watch tv with you, or do you have a crazy girl friend who's going to jump out at me?" She laughed.
"No," he said.
She stood there for a moment, confused. "Um, no I can't sit here and watch tv, or no I don't have a girlfriend?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend," he told her.
"Great, cuz now I'm totally freaked to walk out of her alone thanks to you," she said, taking a seat next to him.
He chuckled at her and continued watching the show. Bulma bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should be here. She could imagine what Yamcha would think if he knew that she was hanging out with some guy she just meant. 'Ah, who cares. He's out hanging out with a bunch of people, so why can't I' "So, what's your name?" She asked.
"Vegeta."
"I'm Bulma. What year are you?"
"Sophomore, double major in Business and Sociology," he added. He looked at her and smirked. "It was your next question, wasn't it?"
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah."
Vegeta internally frowned. What was wrong with him? He never actually tried to get to know anyone, but she was really hot! "You're obviously a freshman, so what are you majoring in?"
"What, do I have 'freshman' stamped on my forehead?" She groaned.
"Calm down, by next semester, no one will be able to tell you're one."
"Why's that?"
"Because you'll know the campus like the back of your hand, and you'll know what to do and what not to do." He placed special emphasis in the last part, refferring to her solo wanderings around campus at night.
"Yeah, yeah." She leaned back on the couch. "Anyhow, I'm majoring in Computer Programing and Engineering."
He nodded. "Ambitious."
"Acutally, I wasn thinking of taking a couple Sociology classes since I took the introductory level class in high school, but I went for Psychology 100 instead."
"Everyone takes that. It's a waste of time," he told her.
"Well since you're the big bad sophomore, what do you suggest I take to cover my humanities credits?"
Vegeta thought for a moment. "There's tons of Religous Studies classes, and Ecomonics."
"I mean in Sociology."
Ah, his specialty! He knew of several great course that she might enjoy. "Contemporary Issues and Problems with Professor Jarrett is going to be interesting," he mused. He really like that guy. "Or American Society. Deviance and Social Control sounded good too."
"Which one are you taking?"
"All three," he replied.
"Wow, you must really like the subject matter."
"It's why I'm majoring in it."
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Courtesy of Vegeta, Bulma arrived back at her dorm room, safely, around one in the morning with a big smile on her face. She'd had a good time tonight and made a friend, a really gorgeous friend! They had talked about the classes they were taking, and Vegeta had given her several good suggestions when it came to her schedule. Needless to say, she was going down to the registra's office first thing Monday morning to get some classes dropped and added. She was surprised when she saw that the light was on in her room. She didn' remember leaving it on. Maybe her roommate was finally here! She pushed her key into the doorknob and opened the door.
"Hi," she said.
A girl with blond hair turned toward her. "Hey. You must be Bulma?"
"Yeah. You're June?"
"Call me 18 if ya want, all my friends do," she said.
"Great. You can call me B if you like." She dropped her purse on her bed. "Need help unpacking?"
June smiled. "Thanks, that's be a big help."
"Sure thing."
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Vegeta walking into the main hall and flashed his key to the guy behind the desk before getting on the elevator. He was still pretty stunned that he had had such an interesting time talking with Bulma. He'd probably never see her on campus again, but at least she helped pass time for tonight at least. The lift came to a stop and the door slid open after a high pitched ding. He walked off and toward his room. Thankfully, it was a corner room, which meant more space. He wasn't looking forward to having a roommate again this year, but all the single rooms had been filled before he could get one.
He opened his door and turned on the lights. His side of the room was neatly unpacked considering he'd arrived yesterday and had nothing better to do with his time. His roommate had things strung everwhere, and Vegeta had to jump over a couple boxes to get to his bed. He paused next to his roomie's desk, his eyes getting wide as he picked up one of the many pictures covering it.
It was obviously a senior picture since the name Yamcha was scrolled in gold writing on the bottom right corner. There was a girl posing next to him with long, curly blue hair and dark blue eyes. The same girl he'd just spent the last 3 hours talking to! Vegeta sighed and put the picture down.
"Well, she's taken," he muttered disappointedly. He grabbed a book off his desk and lounged back on his bed. Reaching over, he hit the power button on his radio and grabbed his headphones. He'd be considerate only until he knew how the rest of his floormates were going to act.
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Alright! I enjoyed that chapter. I know Vegeta seemed a little out of character. Sorry bout that. I won't let it last. ;) Don't forget to review!!!
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PANDORA ;)