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Chapter 10: Just Perfect.
Radditz glanced at his watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. The flight was late. Planes made him nervous. He wouldn't get on one, and so his nervousness carried over to Bulma and her friend, who were stuck on a plane that was now ten minutes late. He couldn't believe that they had sent him to pick her up. They knew he hated airplanes. He was going to complain about this all weekend. They'd never send him to do this again. He'd make sure of it.
"Radditz! Over here," Bulma called out.
He sighed with relief when he saw her running toward him. "Oh thank god," he called out, catching her in a hug and swinging her around in a circle. "You're alive!"
Bulma laughed happily. "I made it in one piece." She turned to her friend. "Radditz, I'd like you to meet my friend, Vegeta Ouji."
Radditz shook the young man's hand politely with a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, Vegeta."
"Nice to meet you, too."
"Well, I'm sure your dying to get out of here, Rad," Bulma spoke up. She wanted to get home ASAP.
He groaned. "Don't say 'dying' in an airport, Bulma. Come on," he whined.
It took fifteen minutes just to get out of the crowded building and find the car in the parking lot. Vegeta looked around and noticed all the trees and mountains. He was used to the city. Sure, there were parks and whatnot, but nothing like this. He was completely surrounded by forest. It was culture shock.
Bulma nudged him in the side with her elbow. "You coming?"
He nodded and put his bags in the back of Radditz' Trailblazer.
(Change scene)
An hour and a half later, they pulled up into the dirt driveway of an old, white farmhouse. There were several cars in the driveway, and all the lights were shinning brightly from the windows. Vegeta looked out his window and watched the front door swing open. A very pretty black-haired woman in her mid-twenties ran out toward their car. Bulma squealed and opened her door the second Radditz put the vehicle in park.
"Chichi!"
"Bulma!" The two sisters embraced each other in a bear hug. Chichi laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you, too." She stepped back and smiled at her big sister. "I want you to meet Vegeta." She nodded to the guy standing behind her. "Vegeta, this is my sister, Chichi Son."
Chichi looked past her at the young man. He was definitely Italian. You could tell by his sharp features, jet-black hair, and tanned skin. Vegeta reached out to shake her hand. He wasn't an idiot. He could see the normally well-hidden calculating glance she was giving him. From what he'd gathered in the past couple months from what Bulma had told him, Chichi didn't like him or trust him. After a second, she reached out and took his hand, giving it a firm shake.
"It's good to finally meet you," she told him politely.
He nodded. "Nice to meet you."
Bulma smiled, oblivious to the undercurrent of emotion between her friend and sister. "Let's get in the house. It's cold. I'm use to it being hot all the time now." She led the way into the house.
After being introduced to everyone and having dinner with her family, Bulma showed Vegeta upstairs. She pointed to the room at the top of the steps. "Here's the bathroom." She turned to the left. "This first door is my room, and the second is Chichi's old room. You can sleep in there. It's the only other room that has a bed in it," she told him.
"Sure, she'll like that?" He muttered, stepping into the large room and frowning. This was definitely a girl's room. The main color was a pale yellow, and there were buttercups painted on the walls here and there. "What is it with girls and flowers?" Vegeta asked while scrunching up his nose in disgust.
Bulma frowned. "Why wouldn't she be okay with it? She has her own place now."
He sat down on the foot of the bed and looked at her. "She doesn't like me. I can tell."
"You're crazy! My big sis likes everyone," she told him, plopping down next to him.
"She doesn't like me," he repeated more firmly this time. "It's blatantly obvious. Pay attention next time she's in the room with me."
The blue haired girl sighed slowly. "She thinks our friendship is a little odd," she confessed. "But it doesn't mean that she hates you. It'll just take her a while. Once she gets to know you, she'll be nicer to you."
Vegeta yawned. He was feeling a little jet-lagged. "Whatever. It doesn't really matter to me either way."
Bulma stood up. "Want to go to the video store? It's not that late."
He shrugged. "Beats just sitting around doing nothing."
She smiled sympathetically. "Sorry. I forgot how you are about meeting new people. I just really didn't want you to be by yourself for the holiday."
"Just don't say anything about this in front of my parents. They'll be pissed beyond belief if they found out I allowed you to drag my here instead of going with them to my uncle's."
"My lips are sealed," she vowed.
(Change scene)
The blond walked up to the front door of her parent's house and let herself in. "Mom! Dad! I'm home," she yelled.
She was surprised to see her brother walk out of the kitchen with a glass of soda in his hand. He was in the middle of laughing hysterically at something someone behind him had said, but he stopped to smile at his twin sister.
"Hey, you!"
June grinned and went over to hug her brother. "What the hell are you doing here, Jay?"
A pretty girl with auburn hair and bright green eyes walked into the room, interrupting the siblings' reunion. June stared at her for a moment in confusing. She was a couple inches shorter than June, and she was definitely not dressed like a typical Californian. It suddenly dawned on her who this girl was. "Karra?"
The girl smiled and nodded her head quickly. "Hi, June. It's so nice to finally meet you in person." She stepped forward and extended her hand to her boyfriend's twin.
June glared at her hand. "What is that for?" Karra took her hand back and frowned. June laughed and stepped forward giving the girl a gently hug. "You're practically part of the family," she whispered to Karra as the girl hugged her back finally.
"Oh god," Karra laughed softly. "You scared me for a moment there."
Jayson chuckled loudly. "Typical June. Hey, I thought Vegeta might be coming with you," he said to June. He had been looking forward to hanging out with Vegeta and swapping leads on the newest underground music.
She shook her head and rubbed at her temple. "What a mess that is," she grumbled, going into the living room.
Jayson and Karra followed her and sat down around the coffee table with her. "What happened?"
"He got into a fight with Bulma Tuesday afternoon, and then I got into a fight with her when I tried to get her to tell me what happened. She thought I was taking his side or something like that." She reached over and swiped her brother's drink, taking a quick sip. "Anyhow, to make a long story short, I get a call at one this morning. It's them. He's going to Pennsylvania with her for Thanksgiving."
"Wow. They must have made up real quick," Karra cut in.
"Yeah. How'd that happen?" Jayson asked.
June shrugged. "They didn't say. It was funny. B's been acting so distant around him ever since that night at Nappa's place. She's been downright crabby since, too, and get this. She was ecstatic on the phone when she told me. I'm so confused when it comes to those two."
Jayson laughed a little and smiled. "I'm not too surprised. They almost kissed that night, or at least it certainly looked like they were going to," he finished, taking his drink back from his sister.
"They what!" June sat up straight, eyes wide. "She didn't tell me that!"
(Change scene; Philadelphia)
Krillin shut his briefcase and quickly grabbed his keys off his desk. It was ten to six, and he was supposed to meet Marron at six-thirty on the other side of the city. He hoped that the majority of rush hour traffic had died down so he wouldn't be stuck on the expressway!
"Krillin?"
The bald headed man turned from closing the door to his office and glanced at one of the senior partners of the architecting firm he worked for. "Hey, Anthony. What can I do for you?" He asked him politely. He wasn't trying to kiss ass to get his partnership. He really liked Anthony, and they got along great.
"I just wanted to see if you're all ready for that presentation next week? I really want you to be prepared for it," the older man told him kindly. "I want to see you get the vote, kid."
Krillin smiled. " So do I. It'd top this year of nicely," he replied sincerely.
Anthony grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You know you have my vote."
The man had been Krillin's mentor when he started his internship. "I appreciate it." He glanced at his watch. "Can you walk out with me? I have to get to Infinities by six-thirty."
"Of course! Let's get you down to the parking garage." He walked toward the nearest elevator. "You and Marron having dinner out tonight, I take it?"
"No. We're meeting with a bunch of our friends from college. They wanted to take us out and celebrate our engagement since we didn't have a proper party for the occasion," he laughed.
They waited patiently for the night janitor to exit the lift before walking on and hitting the first B-1 button that would take them to the first level of the parking garage beneath the building. "How are the arrangements coming along?"
Krillin laughed and leaned back against wall. "I'm leaving it all up to Marron. She's, of course, had her wedding planned out entirely since she was two, so I just want her to do what she wants. I want her to be happy," he confided with a small smile.
"You're a good man, Krillin." The doors finally opened, and Krillin stepped off and turned back to wave to Anthony. "Have a good night," he called out.
"Thanks, Anthony!" Krillin grinned and walked toward his car, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He couldn't wait to see all his old friends from school. As he pulled out of the parking garage, his grin became bigger. Traffic wasn't bad at all. He should make it right on time!
(Change scene; Tokyo)
Akira fell backwards laughing hysterically at the story Arthos had just finished telling her. The gorgeous movie star just watched her with a smirk on his face and a happy glint shining in his brown eyes. He was having a hard time believing he was here sitting on the floor of the most expensive suite in the Hotel New Hankyu across from, in his opinion and many, many others, the most beautiful woman in the world. He'd dated quite a few women in the past couple years he'd come into fame, and he had been completely and totally confident with all of them. Yet the silvery haired model rolling on the floor from laughter had been the first to throw him for a loop. She'd turned him into a stuttering, sixteen year old, hormonally challenged boy again. He'd had the roughest time approaching her. Arthos was thankful he'd followed her out into the hall that day after her outburst on the photo shoot. It had broken the ice between them because he was grateful to find out that she was just as scared and insecure about talking to him!
The young model sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes while trying to catch her breath and still giggling a little. "Oh my," she sighed. She looked up at the wall clock and smiled. "Want to order some room service or something? I'm starving," she confessed, patting her flat stomach.
"Absolutely," he told her. He reached for her phone and picked it up. It rang to the front desk immediately. "Konbanwa," he greeted politely in Japanese. "Hai, genki desu," he replied with a smile. "Hai. Ruumu Saabisu o onegaishimasu." He waited patiently, making a mental note of all the dishes the concierge was rattling off. "Niko mo sakana mo haitte inai ryoori ga arimasu ka?" He asked.
Akira watched him in amazement. He spoke Japanese almost fluently. She couldn't help but smile at him. Her cellphone started ringing, and she quickly answered it. "Hello," she greeted softly. It was Natalia. "Yeah. Things are going just great." She stood up and walked over to the large picture window. She had an amazing view of Tokyo Bay. "No. I'm getting room service, so I'm taken care of. Go out and have some fun, Nat. You've been working way to hard lately!" She smiled. "Bye-bye!" She hung up her phone and turned back to Arthos. He was still on the phone ordering.
"Botoru de shiro wain o kudasai. Domo arigato gozaimasu." He finally hung up the phone and turned back to her. "I ordered Vegetarian. Hope you don't mind," he told her. "I was just in the mood for it, and they have the most amazing food here." He noticed she was staring at him with a smile on her face. He laughed subconsciously. "What?"
She laughed, too. "It's nothing. I didn't know you could speak Japanese so well. It took me by surprise."
"I spent seven months in Japan when I was filming 'My Name Is' a couple years ago. I picked it up from the translator on the set. He was a funny guy," he confided remembering the good times he'd had on the set that year. "Anyway. I'm babbling. The food should be up in about thirty minutes. I ordered a bottle of red wine, too. How's that sound?"
"Just perfect," she whispered quietly, feeling totally and completely at ease with him at the moment.
(Change scene; Lily Lake)
Bulma borrowed her mother's Subaru and drove into town with Vegeta to pick up some good snacks and a couple movies. She hated football, so she figured that her and Vegeta could just hang out in her room and watch movies after Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow while everyone else was watching the game. She was glad Vegeta wasn't into football.
Vegeta glanced out the window as they came into the bigger part of the small town. "And I thought San Callisto was small," he murmured.
"Huh? San Callisto is freakin' huge," his friend argued.
"Maybe to you, woman, but it's small to me. I'm used to the big cities. They're the only places I've ever lived in the US," he confessed.
She smiled dreamily out the front window. "I still can't believe you use to live in Italy. It must have been so amazing. I hope I can go there some day."
"You're going there in a month," he reminded her. "Unless you were really serious about all that shit you said to me the other day during our fight."
"Well," she pulled into the grocery store and parked in an empty spot. "I figured you wouldn't want me to go after all that." She turned the car off and shifted in her seat so she was able to look at him. "I didn't mean all that, Vegeta. I was angry, and it really didn't have anything to do with you," she lied smoothly. There was no way she could tell him the truth of the matter.
He let the lie slip, not wanting to dredge up all that crap at the moment. "I told you the other night I didn't want to hear it. It's done and over with. Let's just forget about it."
Bulma smiled happily. "Works for me. Come on. I want to get in and out of here quickly."
Vegeta got out of the car and shivered as soon as the cold air hit him. He was suddenly glad that Bulma had helped him pack. She'd grabbed one of his black pullover hoodies and shoved it in his bag just before he'd zipped it up the night before. He kept forgetting that it would be cold here.
"I'd figure, after spending a couple months away, you'd want to take your time and run into some of the other kids you graduated with," he mentioned as they walked into the store. "They're probably all back in town for Thanksgiving, too."
Bulma picked up a basket and frowned. "I didn't really have any friends left when I graduated," she told him.
"Huh?" He'd looked through a couple of her photo albums and yearbooks. She had seemed pretty damn popular in most respects. There were always a ton of people surrounding her, and she just looked too damn preppy not to be in the 'in crowd'. "There's got to be some people you want to see."
She walked down the chip aisle. "Nope. No one at all," she responded quickly.
"Don't lie to me. I've seen hundreds of your pictures, and it looked like you had quite a few friends to me," he argued back.
"Yeah, well," she paused, picking up a bag of pretzels. "I did. I used to be the most popular girl in school until the end of my junior year."
Following close behind her, Vegeta asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know what group you fit into in high school exactly, but I'll fill you in on a little secret. The popular crowd, especially the girls, is just a bunch of backstabbers. There was this one girl that I used to be friends with. Her name was Chrissie." She dropped a can of dip into the basket and continued on down the row. "We were somewhat close. Until ninth grade when Yamcha moved to our school. She had a huge crush on him, and so did a lot of the girls in our grade."
"Can't imagine why," Vegeta cut in, his voice laced with disgust.
Bulma glared sideways at him. "As I was saying," she went on. "She liked him, but she never said anything to me or anyone else about it. Heck, I even asked her before I decided to go out with him if she did like him because I didn't want anything to come between us. We'd been friends since second grade. She lied, and told me no. Things didn't get rough until the end of tenth grade, when she found out that things were getting pretty serious with Yamcha and me. She found out from one of my so-called friends that I had slept with him, and she freaked out. She started all these really nasty rumors about me being pregnant and having an abortion, or saying that I was sleeping around with other guys behind Yamcha's back and vice versa. By the beginning of my senior year, all my friends had deserted me and started hanging out with her," she finished sadly.
Vegeta grabbed a box of Cheezits off the shelf before they turned the corner. "Sounds like a real bitch."
"She certainly is. Another reason why we decided to go to San Callisto, too," Bulma added. "We were supposed to go to Wrightman, but we found out Chrissie was going there." She passed the soda aisle and pointed to a case of coke. "Can you grab a regular and a diet?"
Vegeta picked up one of each. "Are we done in here? I hate shopping."
"Yeah. I just want to get some ice cream, and then we can get out of here."
Ice cream wasn't the only thing she decided to grab on their way to the register. She picked up some Oreos, and then she decided she wanted all the toppings and whatnot to make sundaes, explaining it was her favorite thing to do with her nephew, Gohan. They walked up to the closest register that was open and deposited all their junk food on the counter.
"I'm going to be so fat by the time we go back to school," she joked.
Vegeta just smirked. "I could work it back off you in a couple days."
The comment was taken the wrong way by the person behind the register. The young woman nearly choked on her bottle of water she had been gulping down at the time. Vegeta looked at the woman and cocked an eyebrow. Bulma just sighed, taking the comment for what she knew Vegeta really meant, ignoring the cashier.
"There's no way I'm getting up at six in the morning to go workout in the gym with you," she told him flat out.
"Bulma Briefs!"
Suddenly, Bulma glanced at the cashier. Her blood immediately began to boil. "Chrissie," she nearly spat the name out as if it were a curse. Her eyes lowered, and Bulma suddenly bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She was pregnant! Chrissie Maines was knocked up. Oh, this was too funny!
Chrissie glanced at Bulma and then to Vegeta. "What happened to Yamcha? Did you guys break up or something?" She inquired carefully.
"No. We're still together."
"Then, who's this?" Chrissie asked, pointing to Vegeta.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "He's a friend from my college. Can you just check us out already? We have places to be," she spoke snidely.
The other girl started scanning items and bagging them quickly. Vegeta stood back and crossed his arms over his chest. He could tell Bulma was in deep thought about something, and if he had to guess it was about Yamcha's whereabouts. Where was Yamcha? His family lived here, so where was he? Hell, Vegeta had forgotten all about the loser.
"30.41," Chrissie told Bulma the total.
Vegeta handed over his debit card before Bulma could manage to fish out her money. "I could've gotten that, Vegeta," she argued.
He waited for the pregnant girl to give him back his card. "You'll get over it," he replied, flashing a cocky smirk.
"Fine! Lets go." She picked up the bags, leaving the two cases of soda for Vegeta to carry.
Chrissie watched the pair walk out the door and wanted to cry. First, Bulma steals Yamcha out from under her, and now Bulma was running around with some gorgeous, mystery guy! She looked down at her protruding stomach and clenched her fists. Why was Bulma so damn lucky! Then, she suddenly wondered if Yamcha might come back to Lily Lake if they broke up. She could definitely get with him if that happened!
(Change scene)
Chichi sat across from her mother and father and stared at the fruit basket in the middle of the table. "Can I ask you something?"
Her father looked up. "What is it, hunny?" He asked after putting down his coffee cup.
Sighing, Chichi leaned back in her chair. "Do you find it a bit odd of Bulma to bring this new friend of hers home for the holiday instead of Yamcha?"
Mrs. Briefs smiled. "Why would that be odd? I think he's a wonderful boy!"
"Mom, you don't even know him, though!"
"Well, from what Bulma's told us about him and from meeting him face to face, I think he's a decent kid," she informed her eldest daughter.
The black haired woman sighed heavily and turned to her father. He was always far more levelheaded than her mother. "Dad?"
"Hmm? Oh, Vegeta," he reminded himself of their topic of discussion. "I have to agree with your mother, dear. If Bulma wants to be with him instead of Yamcha, that's her decision." He picked his paper up and opened it to the funnies.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that because you hate Yamcha?"
Dr. Briefs put the paper back down and looked his daughter straight in the eye. "I don't hate him. I simply do not think he is the right person for Bulma to be with. I've never felt good about him, and I do not think this is something to be discussing behind your sister's back," he scolded.
"Sorry, daddy," Chichi apologized, feeling very ashamed of herself at the moment. "I just don't want to see her get hurt by putting herself into a situation like this. You have to agree with me on that at least."
He reached over and patted her hand comfortingly. "Chichi, I know you pride yourself on being the big sister, and I commend you for it. You've done a terrific job in helping us raise Bulma." He leaned back and picked up his paper again. "But part of looking out for someone is letting them make their own mistakes, especially when they're of a stubborn disposition."
"Your father's right," her mother chimed in. "We watched you struggle after Turlis' death, but we decided to let you learn on your own." She smiled. "And look how it worked out. You're married to Goku, and you've given us two beautiful grandsons. Things turned out just perfect!"
Chichi frowned thoughtfully. Her parents were right. She just hoped Bulma would be able to pull through the storm that Chichi knew was coming down the line! She looked up and spotted Bulma pulling into the driveway with Vegeta. She stood up from her chair and walked toward the back door. "I'll be right back."
(Change scene)
Vegeta stood on the back porch, watching Bulma walk down the driveway while dialing Yamcha's cellphone number. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wooden railing. She hadn't said a word since they left the movie store, and the entire time they were trying to pick out a DVD to watch, she was glaring at her phone and furiously pushing buttons, looking for messages or missed calls.
"You look mad," a gentle voice spoke up from beside him.
He glanced sideways. It was Bulma's sister. She was leaning against the railing beside him, also staring at her sister. "Just thinking," he responded gruffly.
"What is she doing?"
"Something to do with that idiot boyfriend of hers," he muttered, not caring if she liked Yamcha or not. He had a deep gut instinct telling him she didn't truly care about the guy.
Chichi was slightly taken back by his forwardness. "What'd he do?"
Vegeta shook his head. "She only just now remembered that they were supposed to get on a plane together this morning."
She was confused. "Wait a sec. I thought she told him that she was leaving earlier than expected because of your fight."
He chuckled. "I take it she called you the second June left their dorm room." He watched as Bulma was obviously bitching her boyfriend out. It was too bad they were too far away to hear what was being said. "She couldn't get a hold of him Tuesday night to give him the change of plans."
"And then she forgot to call him this morning before you two left," she pieced together.
"So, dipshit should have expected everything to go as planned," he added, referring to Yamcha.
"And he was supposed to call her in the morning when he was ready to go to the airport, but never did, meaning that he forgot." Chichi shook her head with an angry look on her face. "The prick better have a damn good excuse, or I'm going to California to wring his damn neck!"
Vegeta laughed. "She told me you had a mouth on you."
Chichi smiled at him for the first time before turning back to watch her sister. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier. I'm just looking out for her."
"I know where you're coming from," he told her. "I have a younger sister, too."
(Change scene)
His phone kept ringing mercilessly. He'd ignored it the first ten times, now he was just pissed. He reached into the pile of clothes next to his bed and fumbled around inside his jeans for his cursed cellphone. He hit the send button and put it up to his ear without looking at the caller ID. "What!" He growled.
"Don't you fucking 'what!' me, Yamcha," Bulma's voice shot back.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "B!" He looked around his room frantically. The alarm clock on his roommate's stand read 5 o'clock. He swallowed the lump in his throat before turning back to look down at his bed. "I'm so sorry. I know we have to leave for the airport soon. Just give me like fifteen minutes," he begged.
His girlfriend laughed, the sound without any humor in it. 'Oh, great,' he groaned mentally. 'She's pissed. Just perfect!'
"You don't know what time it is, do you?" She demanded.
"It's five in the morning," he said in a small voice, while trying to stumble over the mess on his side of the room. Vegeta's side was decent. He wasn't obsessive about keeping things neat, but he wasn't a slob like Yamcha.
"Wrong! It's nine in the evening," she told him. "Eastern time!"
What little color there was in his face after a night of partying drained from his face completely. "What? But how?"
"I couldn't get a hold of you Tuesday night," she started off. "I needed you. I got into a fight with Vegeta and June, and I needed to get out of there," she yelled, making his ears ring. "I had to beg Vegeta to take me to the airport because my boyfriend couldn't answer his phone!" She paused in the middle of her rant and began to cry. "You were supposed to come home with me for Thanksgiving."
Yamcha sighed. "Oh, Bulma. I'm so sorry. I swear this won't happen again."
"You're staying there, I take it?"
"No. I'll be on a plane tonight."
"Don't bother." She hung up on him.
"Bulma?" He pulled his phone away from his ear and cursed.
There was a knock on his door. He got up slowly to answer it. He felt like shit, mentally and physically. Hunter was standing in the doorway in some Hawaiian shorts and a plain white muscle shirt, two pretty girls on either side. He grinned at Yamcha.
"Ready to hit the beach?" He asked.
"Man, I'm not feeling like it right now."
Hunter gave him a confused look, and eyed the girl to his right. "But didn't you two have a good time last night?"
The girl grinned at Yamcha. "I don't know about him, but I certainly did."
(End Chapter)
So there's no confusion, since I didn't come out and say it at the end of this chapter, yes! Yamcha did exactly what you're all thinking with that girl.
Things are certainly getting complicated. Huh!
Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you thought!
Next time: Thanksgiving weekend. We'll visit everyone again, and we'll see if Yamcha gets the nerve to come back home and confront Bulma!
PANDORA ;-)