I'm back!!!! ;) oh, yeah!
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DBZ-fan-JESS- Oh this chapter's got lots of Bulma & Vegeta goodness in it! Enjoy! Thanks for reviewing! ;)
Hikari Heijin- Haha, yeah Nappa's the hard rocker, record store manager guy in this! Thanks for the review, and enjoy! ;)
PunkOnna- Hey! Yeah, for some reason, I see Vegeta as an avid music fan. Then again, I'm one, so maybe I'm just creating this image in my subconscious! haha Thanks for reviewing! ;)
Takarra- I think I did a good job with Vegeta's character last chapter. at least I hope I did! Thanks for the review!! ;)
Kataan- Hiya! I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Thank you thank you thank you!!! ;)
KarineD- Hey! Thanks a lot! Enjoy the new chapter, it's got some interesting stuff in it! ;)
Joelie the Messenger of Death- haha you're review was great! it made me laugh. Thanks a bunches. There's lots of B/V goodness in this chapter! ;)
Jude- Oh thanks! I'm really glad you like my story! ;)
Seruleyan-Wings- (hugs) I miss you!!!! (cries) I'll try to be on during the day tomorrow (or should I say later today since it's after midnight right now?!) haha, but if you miss me. I'll beon late Friday night, and I should be on Saturday night around 8 or 9 your time. I'm so grateful for all the support you've been giving me. Thanks so much, gal! I hope you get to post your fic soon, and guess what?!?!?! I've been Bob-storming, and I have a new idea for a fic. And boy do I have a really great feeling about it! Hope to hear from you soon!! Much love, girl! (hugs) thanks for everything! ;)
Jill- Yeah, I know that some people call her Juu, but I like June better. Sorry. Thanks for reviewing!
Shades of Crimson- Hiya!!!! I'm super happy right now for some reason ( I think it has to do with all the great reviewers I have!) Anyhow, it's certainly going to be great to see how everyone gets together. This fic might get kind of long, because it's gonna span a long period of time, and I'm eventually going to incorporate my first idea on how I cam around to this fic. (Summerland) 18's gonna be on again/ off again with this Chad guy for a while, throughout most of her college career. Anyhow, let's not give away too much of the plot ;) Thanks for reviewing. It's always great to hear from you! Much love! ;)
Videlchan313- Hey!!! Camp?! You know I never got sent to camp when I was a kid. Well, wait. Twice, but it was for girl scouts when I was like 5 and 6, so I don't remember it much. Sorry, I have no idea where I'm going with this hahaha. Anyhow! It's great to hear from ya! Read Shades of Crimson's 'thank you' right above yours. I'm too lazy to rewrite all that stuff about 18 hahaha. Thanks so much for reviewing!! ;)
BlackRainbow- Hey! Yeah, I'm with you on the whole grammar thing, and the spacing thing as well! It's horrible to say this, but I won't read a story that the person hasn't spaced things properly. It hurts my eyes and gives me a headach! Not worth it! ;) So, thanks for reviewing and such! I'm really glad you liked all my fics. Thank you so much! And don't worry! I have no intention of never finishing any of my stories. There's too many people counting on me! ;)
VeryShortMidget- Hey, thanks a bunches for the review! I'm really happy that you like it. It means a lot. Trust me, things are only going to get more interesting!! ;) Thanks again!
Aydan07- It's not going to be really soon, sorry. I usually take my time with B & V getting together, especially when they don't know each other really well, but don't worry! It's going to be a great ride! ( I hope anyway!) Thanks for revewing! ;)
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Chapter 4: Weekend in LA: part 1!
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Grabbing an apple with one hand and balancing her tray with another, Bulma smiled. It was the perfect Thursday afternoon! Skillfully dodging the other students, she made her way over to their usual booth near the back corner of the cafeteria. Vegeta was already there, shovelling something that kind of resembled lasagna into his mouth while reading a book that he had propped open with the salt and pepper shakers.
"What are you reading now?" She asked as she sat down across from him.
He looked up at her. "I'm just skimming over the chapter review for my accounting test." Vegeta eyed the apple on her tray and smirked. "Aw, how precious. You got me an apple," he teased, snatching it away. "Careful, woman, someone might think we're dating."
Bulma shook her head, laughing. "Yeah right! Besides, you're always whinning 'cause you can't get anywhere near the salad bar. It gets annoying," she teased back.
"Too many people in here at 12:30," he mumbled. "Don't they have classes or something?"
"They're probably inbetween classes just like you and me," she told him. "You just hate crowds"
"Correction: I hate people," he said. "18's not eating lunch with us today?"
"Nope. Her and Chad were skipping out of town for a long weekend, so she's in our room packing right now."
"I thought they broke up?" At least, he remembered her saying something about it last Tuesday when they all were eating lunch.
Bulma sighed. "I don't know anymore. He called really late last night and managed to convince her into going to LA. I couldn't talk her out of it."
Vegeta frowned. He'd become friends with June through Bulma. "She doesn't come off as a weak-willed person."
"Definitely not," Bulma agreed. "All I can think is, she's really in love with this guy to let him do all this stuff to her."
"Sounds familiar," he muttered.
"What was that?" She asked, glancing up at him.
He shook his head. "Nothing, I just said 'sounds stupid'," he lied. He didn't feel like arguing with her when he really needed to study for his test.
Bulma shrugged. "I guess." They both continued to eat in silence, and when they were finished, Bulma offered to quiz Vegeta from his accounting book because she didn't have anything else to do before her next class.
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At 3:00, Yamcha rolled out of his bed and fell face first on the floor. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I don't feel so good," he mumbled to himself. Wobbling slightly, he stood up and made his way to the door, forgetting to grab his key on the way out. He was still dressed in his clothes from last night, and he scrunched up his nose. Beer, sweat, and stale smoke did little to settle the grumbling in his stomach.
"Yamcha!"
He winced, covering his ears. "Hunter, man, don't talk so loud. My head is throbbing," he begged.
Hunter laughed. "Mine too. Sorry bout that. I take it you're gonna skip out on clubbing tonight then, huh?"
"Yeah, I need to spend some time with my girlfriend anyway. I'll talk to you later, man. I really have to get to the bathroom."
"Not a prob, Yamcha. If you get bored with the ball'n'chain, ring my cell!"
Yamcha nodded, turning toward the bathroom, and accidentally bumping into his roommate. He fell backwards on his butt, and Vegeta stood over him, shaking his head.
"Watch where you're going."
"Hey, I'm sorry," Yamcha said.
"Whatever." Vegeta walked down the hall to their room and disappeared inside.
"Why'd I have to run into him of all people!?" Yamcha asked the ceiling. He stood up and went into the bathroom, making it just in time to loose the contents of his stomach.
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Vegeta tossed his bookbag on his bed and pulled out his cellphone to check the messages. He was surprised there were so many. Then again, he hadn't check them in two days. One from Nappa, three from his parents, and four from his old girlfriend, Alessa Palmiro. The last message caught him off guard. "Why the hell is she calling me?" He wondered aloud.
Then something clicked in his head, making him scowl. Three messages from his parents and four from his ex! There was definitely a connection between them, especially since Alessa didn't have his new cellphone number. He dialed his parents' number and waited as it rang.
"Good afternoon. Ouji residence," a heavily accented italian voice greeted.
"Put my mother on the phone, Renato."
"Yes. Right away, Vegeta." A few minutes later, Vegeta's mother picked up the phone. "It's about time you called me back," she started.
"It's so nice to hear from you too," he replied sarcastically.
His mother sighed on the other end. "Vegeta, what is your problem?"
"I told you not to give my number to Alessa," he growled. "What were you thinking?! Now, she's never going to stop calling me!"
"But the two of you were so perfect for each other," Lisdore argued. "You can't blame your poor, old mother for wanting to see her baby happy, can you?"
"Don't bother trying to guilt trip me," he told her. "As for me and Alessa, it's over." He suddenly glared at the wall in front of him. "You didn't tell here where I was, did you?" He inquired suspiciously.
Lisdore laughed, a little uneasy. "Well, it might have slipped out, dear."
"I can't believe you!"
"She's a decent, respectable girl! Just give her a second chance, please!"
"Hardly is she any of those things," he laughed. "The only reason you want me to go back out with her is so father and Mr. Palmiro can further solidify their little businesses, and I want nothing to do with that."
"You'll do as your father says!"
"I'll do as I please. Give everyone my best. Goodbye."
He hung up before she could get another word in. "Now I'm gonna have to get a new cellphone," he grumbled angrily. He grabbed a couple cd's and his player from his bag and then his car keys. 'Might as well go to the mall and get a new cellphone now before work,' he decided. He opened the door and walked out into the hall and closed the door behind him. As he passed the bathroom, Yamcha walked out, looking very pale and holding his stomach. Vegeta chuckled softly and walked toward the stairwell.
Yamcha just rolled his eyes and walked down to his door. He reached into his pockets for his key, and his eyes grew wide. "No," he whispered. He patted all of his pockets. "Shit, I'm locked out!" He frantically ran toward the stairwell. "Vegeta, wait! I locked myself out," he called, but recieved no answer. All the rushing around, made his stomach turn again, and he ran for the bathroom.
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Bulma picked up her phone and brought it to her ear. "Hey, Yamcha! What's up?"
"Nothing really. I just feel like crap," he told her. "How were your classes today?"
She leaned back against her pillows. "Not too bad. What about yours?" A short pause was all the answer she needed. "You slept through your classes again today?! Yamcha, what's going on with you?"
"Babe, come on. We weren't doing anything major in any of them. I can easily catch up with my reading. Now, enough of this class talk," he said. "Why don't you and me go out to dinner tonight?"
"I can't. I have to work, and then I have my rough draft for my english paper to finish. It's due tomorrow."
"There's no way I can see you after work, not even for a few minutes?"
Bulma shifted her phone to her other ear. "Why don't you pick me up from the record shop?"
On the other end, she could hear Yamcha yawning. "Yeah, okay. What time?"
"9:15," she answered.
"Great. I'll see you then, Bulma."
She smiled. "Okay. I lov..." she trailed off, hearing the phone go dead. She tossed her phone down on her bed, glaring at it. How dare he just hang up like that without letting her finish talking or telling her that he loves her too! She felt something slide down her cheek, and she whiped it away irritably. Now she was crying. "Just great," she pouted.
Her phone rang again, and she reluctantly picked it up. The caller id was flashing 'Vegeta'. She wondered what he wanted. "Hello?"
"I have to go to the mall."
She frowned, confused. "Um, okay. What's that got to do with me?"
"I'll pick you up for work. You're not walking there alone."
She secretively grinned. He was so concerned for her well-being. "Okay. What time do you want me to meet you outside my dorm?"
"In 40 minutes."
"Okay, then. Bye, Vegeta."
"Yeah."
She hung up the phone and looked around her quiet room. It was going to be boring without June around for the next couple days. Since she had some spare time, she decided to call her parents and see what they were up to tonight.
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"Why are you laughing?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma pointed to the person that just walked out. "They bought," she stopped to laugh some more. "They bought." It was no use, she just couldn't get it out. Everytime she tried to say it, she started laughing again.
Vegeta pushed her away from the register and scanned the receipt tape inside. "Oh my god," he said. He started laughing to. "Who would actually listen to Aqua?" (Sorry, if anyone likes them, but.. hahaha come on! ;-) I needed someone to dis, and I figured I might get lynched if I used the person I really wanted to use.)
His fellow employee just started laughing even more when he said it out loud. Bulma leaned against the counter, trying to calm down from her little laughing fit. "Oh man," she sighed. "What a night! Thank god we close soon."
"What's wrong with staying here and mocking other peoples' musical tastes?"
"Nothing, but I have to work on my english paper. Besides, Yamcha's picking me up after work, and I haven't seen him all day."
"He's coming here?"
"Yeah, is that okay?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm just surprised is all. I didn't think he knew that we were hanging out and working together."
"I have nothing to hide, if he paid a little more attention to me, he might have noticed that we're friends," she shot back.
"Okay," Vegeta said, holding his hands up as if to say 'I surrender.'
The ph one on the counter rang, and since Bulma was closest to it, she picked it up. "Ouji Records. Can I help you?"
"Put Vegeta on the phone, please," a man on the other end growled in an angry Italian accent.
Bulma gulped and handed the phone to Vegeta quickly. "It's for you," she said. "And he doesn't sound happy."
Vegeta grabbed the phone. "What?"
"How dare you disrespect your mother!!!"
"Hello, father."
"Don't 'hello, father', me, Vegeta! I will not stand for you treating your mother like that. Your ass better find its way down to LA this weekend so you can apologize in person. Do you understand me?!"
"Yes, sir, but who's going to look after the shop? Nappa's gone for the weekend."
"Close down for all I care. It's not like we can't afford it. Now," his father said, calming down a little. "Have you called Alessa back yet?"
"No," Vegeta hissed through his teeth. "And don't intend to, father. I have no interest in her at all!"
"She'll be staying in the guest house with her parents this weekend. I expect you to be nice to her. Goodbye!"
Vegeta slammed the phone down on the receiver, making Bulma jump. "Damnit to hell!"
"What's wrong, Vegeta?"
"I have to go to LA this weekend to spend quality time with my family and my whorish ex-girlfriend." He looked up at her, a slow smirk spreading over his face. "You."
Bulma backed away a little. "Me?"
"What are your plans this weekend?"
She blinked. "W-why?"
"I need a huge favor. You're the only one who can do it."
"Um, it depends on what you're getting at."
He crossed his arms over his chest and continued smirking. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the weekend and meet my parents. Once they see that I'm with someone new, they'll stop trying to get me and that bitch back together again."
"Vegeta! I have a boyfriend. I can't run off with you for a weekend and pretend to be going out with you! I mean what if really had to act it out in front of them, like kiss and stuff. I won't do it," she argued.
Vegeta sighed. "Fine." He looked up at the clock. "Time to close up. Take the drawer back and start counting. I'll finish up out here."
Bulma felt really bad. "Hey, Veg. I'm sorry, but you should really try talking your parents out of it, not tricking them."
"Whatever. Hurry up. I have a paper of my own to work on tonight."
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"It's been an hour," Vegeta said. "He's obviously not coming."
Bulma glared at the empty parking lot across the road. How could he forget? It was his freakin' idea! She stood up and dialed his number on her cell, but the voice mail immediately picked up. She was seeing red! "That bastard," she yelled.
Vegeta jumped up just in time to stop her from smashing her phone on the sidewalk. "Come on. Let's go."
"What's the place they're always going to?" She demanded. "You've gotta know, Vegeta. They've asked you to go there with them before," she begged. "Please."
"I'm not taking you to some bar, nor am I going into one. We're going back to the dorms."
"No! I need to confront him about this right now," she yelled.
Vegeta shook his head, and lifted her easily off the ground and tossing her over his shoulders. "You're going back to your room, and you can confront him in the morning."
"Put me down, Vegeta!" She pounded her fists against his back, but it was no use. He wasn't bothered by it at all. Bulma covered her face, allowing him to carrying her like a sack across the street to his car.
He placed her on her feet next to the passenger-side door and unlocked it. "Get in."
"Okay," she whispered, trying really hard not to cry in front of him. She opened the door and climbed inside.
Vegeta shut the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat.
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Yeah! This next chapter's gonna be so interesting! Lots of stuff to happen. ;)
Next time: Yamcha shows up at lunch and sees Bulma talking to Vegeta at their usual table, Alessa finally shows up and confronts Vegeta at the record shop, and Yamcha's going camping with Hunter and Jon at the beach? What's Bulma gonna do? ;)
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PANDORA ;)
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Please, review! ;)
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DBZ-fan-JESS- Oh this chapter's got lots of Bulma & Vegeta goodness in it! Enjoy! Thanks for reviewing! ;)
Hikari Heijin- Haha, yeah Nappa's the hard rocker, record store manager guy in this! Thanks for the review, and enjoy! ;)
PunkOnna- Hey! Yeah, for some reason, I see Vegeta as an avid music fan. Then again, I'm one, so maybe I'm just creating this image in my subconscious! haha Thanks for reviewing! ;)
Takarra- I think I did a good job with Vegeta's character last chapter. at least I hope I did! Thanks for the review!! ;)
Kataan- Hiya! I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Thank you thank you thank you!!! ;)
KarineD- Hey! Thanks a lot! Enjoy the new chapter, it's got some interesting stuff in it! ;)
Joelie the Messenger of Death- haha you're review was great! it made me laugh. Thanks a bunches. There's lots of B/V goodness in this chapter! ;)
Jude- Oh thanks! I'm really glad you like my story! ;)
Seruleyan-Wings- (hugs) I miss you!!!! (cries) I'll try to be on during the day tomorrow (or should I say later today since it's after midnight right now?!) haha, but if you miss me. I'll beon late Friday night, and I should be on Saturday night around 8 or 9 your time. I'm so grateful for all the support you've been giving me. Thanks so much, gal! I hope you get to post your fic soon, and guess what?!?!?! I've been Bob-storming, and I have a new idea for a fic. And boy do I have a really great feeling about it! Hope to hear from you soon!! Much love, girl! (hugs) thanks for everything! ;)
Jill- Yeah, I know that some people call her Juu, but I like June better. Sorry. Thanks for reviewing!
Shades of Crimson- Hiya!!!! I'm super happy right now for some reason ( I think it has to do with all the great reviewers I have!) Anyhow, it's certainly going to be great to see how everyone gets together. This fic might get kind of long, because it's gonna span a long period of time, and I'm eventually going to incorporate my first idea on how I cam around to this fic. (Summerland) 18's gonna be on again/ off again with this Chad guy for a while, throughout most of her college career. Anyhow, let's not give away too much of the plot ;) Thanks for reviewing. It's always great to hear from you! Much love! ;)
Videlchan313- Hey!!! Camp?! You know I never got sent to camp when I was a kid. Well, wait. Twice, but it was for girl scouts when I was like 5 and 6, so I don't remember it much. Sorry, I have no idea where I'm going with this hahaha. Anyhow! It's great to hear from ya! Read Shades of Crimson's 'thank you' right above yours. I'm too lazy to rewrite all that stuff about 18 hahaha. Thanks so much for reviewing!! ;)
BlackRainbow- Hey! Yeah, I'm with you on the whole grammar thing, and the spacing thing as well! It's horrible to say this, but I won't read a story that the person hasn't spaced things properly. It hurts my eyes and gives me a headach! Not worth it! ;) So, thanks for reviewing and such! I'm really glad you liked all my fics. Thank you so much! And don't worry! I have no intention of never finishing any of my stories. There's too many people counting on me! ;)
VeryShortMidget- Hey, thanks a bunches for the review! I'm really happy that you like it. It means a lot. Trust me, things are only going to get more interesting!! ;) Thanks again!
Aydan07- It's not going to be really soon, sorry. I usually take my time with B & V getting together, especially when they don't know each other really well, but don't worry! It's going to be a great ride! ( I hope anyway!) Thanks for revewing! ;)
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Chapter 4: Weekend in LA: part 1!
---- (It's been a couple weeks, almost a month since the last chapter too place, everyone kind of has a routine down, which tends to happen when your in college. At least, it did for me! ;) ----
Grabbing an apple with one hand and balancing her tray with another, Bulma smiled. It was the perfect Thursday afternoon! Skillfully dodging the other students, she made her way over to their usual booth near the back corner of the cafeteria. Vegeta was already there, shovelling something that kind of resembled lasagna into his mouth while reading a book that he had propped open with the salt and pepper shakers.
"What are you reading now?" She asked as she sat down across from him.
He looked up at her. "I'm just skimming over the chapter review for my accounting test." Vegeta eyed the apple on her tray and smirked. "Aw, how precious. You got me an apple," he teased, snatching it away. "Careful, woman, someone might think we're dating."
Bulma shook her head, laughing. "Yeah right! Besides, you're always whinning 'cause you can't get anywhere near the salad bar. It gets annoying," she teased back.
"Too many people in here at 12:30," he mumbled. "Don't they have classes or something?"
"They're probably inbetween classes just like you and me," she told him. "You just hate crowds"
"Correction: I hate people," he said. "18's not eating lunch with us today?"
"Nope. Her and Chad were skipping out of town for a long weekend, so she's in our room packing right now."
"I thought they broke up?" At least, he remembered her saying something about it last Tuesday when they all were eating lunch.
Bulma sighed. "I don't know anymore. He called really late last night and managed to convince her into going to LA. I couldn't talk her out of it."
Vegeta frowned. He'd become friends with June through Bulma. "She doesn't come off as a weak-willed person."
"Definitely not," Bulma agreed. "All I can think is, she's really in love with this guy to let him do all this stuff to her."
"Sounds familiar," he muttered.
"What was that?" She asked, glancing up at him.
He shook his head. "Nothing, I just said 'sounds stupid'," he lied. He didn't feel like arguing with her when he really needed to study for his test.
Bulma shrugged. "I guess." They both continued to eat in silence, and when they were finished, Bulma offered to quiz Vegeta from his accounting book because she didn't have anything else to do before her next class.
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At 3:00, Yamcha rolled out of his bed and fell face first on the floor. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I don't feel so good," he mumbled to himself. Wobbling slightly, he stood up and made his way to the door, forgetting to grab his key on the way out. He was still dressed in his clothes from last night, and he scrunched up his nose. Beer, sweat, and stale smoke did little to settle the grumbling in his stomach.
"Yamcha!"
He winced, covering his ears. "Hunter, man, don't talk so loud. My head is throbbing," he begged.
Hunter laughed. "Mine too. Sorry bout that. I take it you're gonna skip out on clubbing tonight then, huh?"
"Yeah, I need to spend some time with my girlfriend anyway. I'll talk to you later, man. I really have to get to the bathroom."
"Not a prob, Yamcha. If you get bored with the ball'n'chain, ring my cell!"
Yamcha nodded, turning toward the bathroom, and accidentally bumping into his roommate. He fell backwards on his butt, and Vegeta stood over him, shaking his head.
"Watch where you're going."
"Hey, I'm sorry," Yamcha said.
"Whatever." Vegeta walked down the hall to their room and disappeared inside.
"Why'd I have to run into him of all people!?" Yamcha asked the ceiling. He stood up and went into the bathroom, making it just in time to loose the contents of his stomach.
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Vegeta tossed his bookbag on his bed and pulled out his cellphone to check the messages. He was surprised there were so many. Then again, he hadn't check them in two days. One from Nappa, three from his parents, and four from his old girlfriend, Alessa Palmiro. The last message caught him off guard. "Why the hell is she calling me?" He wondered aloud.
Then something clicked in his head, making him scowl. Three messages from his parents and four from his ex! There was definitely a connection between them, especially since Alessa didn't have his new cellphone number. He dialed his parents' number and waited as it rang.
"Good afternoon. Ouji residence," a heavily accented italian voice greeted.
"Put my mother on the phone, Renato."
"Yes. Right away, Vegeta." A few minutes later, Vegeta's mother picked up the phone. "It's about time you called me back," she started.
"It's so nice to hear from you too," he replied sarcastically.
His mother sighed on the other end. "Vegeta, what is your problem?"
"I told you not to give my number to Alessa," he growled. "What were you thinking?! Now, she's never going to stop calling me!"
"But the two of you were so perfect for each other," Lisdore argued. "You can't blame your poor, old mother for wanting to see her baby happy, can you?"
"Don't bother trying to guilt trip me," he told her. "As for me and Alessa, it's over." He suddenly glared at the wall in front of him. "You didn't tell here where I was, did you?" He inquired suspiciously.
Lisdore laughed, a little uneasy. "Well, it might have slipped out, dear."
"I can't believe you!"
"She's a decent, respectable girl! Just give her a second chance, please!"
"Hardly is she any of those things," he laughed. "The only reason you want me to go back out with her is so father and Mr. Palmiro can further solidify their little businesses, and I want nothing to do with that."
"You'll do as your father says!"
"I'll do as I please. Give everyone my best. Goodbye."
He hung up before she could get another word in. "Now I'm gonna have to get a new cellphone," he grumbled angrily. He grabbed a couple cd's and his player from his bag and then his car keys. 'Might as well go to the mall and get a new cellphone now before work,' he decided. He opened the door and walked out into the hall and closed the door behind him. As he passed the bathroom, Yamcha walked out, looking very pale and holding his stomach. Vegeta chuckled softly and walked toward the stairwell.
Yamcha just rolled his eyes and walked down to his door. He reached into his pockets for his key, and his eyes grew wide. "No," he whispered. He patted all of his pockets. "Shit, I'm locked out!" He frantically ran toward the stairwell. "Vegeta, wait! I locked myself out," he called, but recieved no answer. All the rushing around, made his stomach turn again, and he ran for the bathroom.
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Bulma picked up her phone and brought it to her ear. "Hey, Yamcha! What's up?"
"Nothing really. I just feel like crap," he told her. "How were your classes today?"
She leaned back against her pillows. "Not too bad. What about yours?" A short pause was all the answer she needed. "You slept through your classes again today?! Yamcha, what's going on with you?"
"Babe, come on. We weren't doing anything major in any of them. I can easily catch up with my reading. Now, enough of this class talk," he said. "Why don't you and me go out to dinner tonight?"
"I can't. I have to work, and then I have my rough draft for my english paper to finish. It's due tomorrow."
"There's no way I can see you after work, not even for a few minutes?"
Bulma shifted her phone to her other ear. "Why don't you pick me up from the record shop?"
On the other end, she could hear Yamcha yawning. "Yeah, okay. What time?"
"9:15," she answered.
"Great. I'll see you then, Bulma."
She smiled. "Okay. I lov..." she trailed off, hearing the phone go dead. She tossed her phone down on her bed, glaring at it. How dare he just hang up like that without letting her finish talking or telling her that he loves her too! She felt something slide down her cheek, and she whiped it away irritably. Now she was crying. "Just great," she pouted.
Her phone rang again, and she reluctantly picked it up. The caller id was flashing 'Vegeta'. She wondered what he wanted. "Hello?"
"I have to go to the mall."
She frowned, confused. "Um, okay. What's that got to do with me?"
"I'll pick you up for work. You're not walking there alone."
She secretively grinned. He was so concerned for her well-being. "Okay. What time do you want me to meet you outside my dorm?"
"In 40 minutes."
"Okay, then. Bye, Vegeta."
"Yeah."
She hung up the phone and looked around her quiet room. It was going to be boring without June around for the next couple days. Since she had some spare time, she decided to call her parents and see what they were up to tonight.
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"Why are you laughing?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma pointed to the person that just walked out. "They bought," she stopped to laugh some more. "They bought." It was no use, she just couldn't get it out. Everytime she tried to say it, she started laughing again.
Vegeta pushed her away from the register and scanned the receipt tape inside. "Oh my god," he said. He started laughing to. "Who would actually listen to Aqua?" (Sorry, if anyone likes them, but.. hahaha come on! ;-) I needed someone to dis, and I figured I might get lynched if I used the person I really wanted to use.)
His fellow employee just started laughing even more when he said it out loud. Bulma leaned against the counter, trying to calm down from her little laughing fit. "Oh man," she sighed. "What a night! Thank god we close soon."
"What's wrong with staying here and mocking other peoples' musical tastes?"
"Nothing, but I have to work on my english paper. Besides, Yamcha's picking me up after work, and I haven't seen him all day."
"He's coming here?"
"Yeah, is that okay?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm just surprised is all. I didn't think he knew that we were hanging out and working together."
"I have nothing to hide, if he paid a little more attention to me, he might have noticed that we're friends," she shot back.
"Okay," Vegeta said, holding his hands up as if to say 'I surrender.'
The ph one on the counter rang, and since Bulma was closest to it, she picked it up. "Ouji Records. Can I help you?"
"Put Vegeta on the phone, please," a man on the other end growled in an angry Italian accent.
Bulma gulped and handed the phone to Vegeta quickly. "It's for you," she said. "And he doesn't sound happy."
Vegeta grabbed the phone. "What?"
"How dare you disrespect your mother!!!"
"Hello, father."
"Don't 'hello, father', me, Vegeta! I will not stand for you treating your mother like that. Your ass better find its way down to LA this weekend so you can apologize in person. Do you understand me?!"
"Yes, sir, but who's going to look after the shop? Nappa's gone for the weekend."
"Close down for all I care. It's not like we can't afford it. Now," his father said, calming down a little. "Have you called Alessa back yet?"
"No," Vegeta hissed through his teeth. "And don't intend to, father. I have no interest in her at all!"
"She'll be staying in the guest house with her parents this weekend. I expect you to be nice to her. Goodbye!"
Vegeta slammed the phone down on the receiver, making Bulma jump. "Damnit to hell!"
"What's wrong, Vegeta?"
"I have to go to LA this weekend to spend quality time with my family and my whorish ex-girlfriend." He looked up at her, a slow smirk spreading over his face. "You."
Bulma backed away a little. "Me?"
"What are your plans this weekend?"
She blinked. "W-why?"
"I need a huge favor. You're the only one who can do it."
"Um, it depends on what you're getting at."
He crossed his arms over his chest and continued smirking. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the weekend and meet my parents. Once they see that I'm with someone new, they'll stop trying to get me and that bitch back together again."
"Vegeta! I have a boyfriend. I can't run off with you for a weekend and pretend to be going out with you! I mean what if really had to act it out in front of them, like kiss and stuff. I won't do it," she argued.
Vegeta sighed. "Fine." He looked up at the clock. "Time to close up. Take the drawer back and start counting. I'll finish up out here."
Bulma felt really bad. "Hey, Veg. I'm sorry, but you should really try talking your parents out of it, not tricking them."
"Whatever. Hurry up. I have a paper of my own to work on tonight."
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"It's been an hour," Vegeta said. "He's obviously not coming."
Bulma glared at the empty parking lot across the road. How could he forget? It was his freakin' idea! She stood up and dialed his number on her cell, but the voice mail immediately picked up. She was seeing red! "That bastard," she yelled.
Vegeta jumped up just in time to stop her from smashing her phone on the sidewalk. "Come on. Let's go."
"What's the place they're always going to?" She demanded. "You've gotta know, Vegeta. They've asked you to go there with them before," she begged. "Please."
"I'm not taking you to some bar, nor am I going into one. We're going back to the dorms."
"No! I need to confront him about this right now," she yelled.
Vegeta shook his head, and lifted her easily off the ground and tossing her over his shoulders. "You're going back to your room, and you can confront him in the morning."
"Put me down, Vegeta!" She pounded her fists against his back, but it was no use. He wasn't bothered by it at all. Bulma covered her face, allowing him to carrying her like a sack across the street to his car.
He placed her on her feet next to the passenger-side door and unlocked it. "Get in."
"Okay," she whispered, trying really hard not to cry in front of him. She opened the door and climbed inside.
Vegeta shut the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat.
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Yeah! This next chapter's gonna be so interesting! Lots of stuff to happen. ;)
Next time: Yamcha shows up at lunch and sees Bulma talking to Vegeta at their usual table, Alessa finally shows up and confronts Vegeta at the record shop, and Yamcha's going camping with Hunter and Jon at the beach? What's Bulma gonna do? ;)
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