The next day the gang was sitting in Art. Both Bulma and Goku had yet to get over their little arguement, even though they knew it was a petty issue. Neither's pride would allow them up this easily. As Bulma turned in her sketch of the day, a foot stuck out in front of her and tripped her. She caught herself right before she fell, face first.
'Damn him for getting me first.' she thought.
"Kakarott!" she yelled.
He had a devilish grin on his face as he looked to her with innocent eyes.
"Yes, dear sister?"
She only smirked. As she passed his desk, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I'll be getting payback for that stunt."
His face turned a ghostly shade of white. For Bulma, payback was NEVER a good thing. The rest of their group watched the couple wordlessly, wondering what Bulma said to him that caused such a reaction.
Just as Bulma sat down, the door swung open to reveal a ruffled principal and a carbon-copy of Goku, yet his eyes held deeper secrets. Bulma smiled and Goku glared.
"Mrs. Mason, this is your new student, Turles Son. Please, keep him in site." the man said sternly, then proceded to walk out. The boy merely smiled an evil smile and turned to the teacher.
"Hello, what a lovely day is it, hmm?" he said in a low voice.
It took a minute for Ms. Mason to regain her barings.
"Y-yes it i-is. Why-why don't you have a s-seat beside Miss S-Son?" she announced nervously as she fiddled with her maroon skirt suit.
"Yes ma'am." he stated as he gave her a bow and walked to the empty desk in the back of the class. He silently took his seat and looked around, winking at some red-head chick in the front, smirking as she giggled and blushed.
"Suck up." Bulma muttered.
"Merely being a model student."
Vegeta snorted.
"Got something to say, pretty boy?" Turles asked.
"Not to you, fag."
"Hey, guys," Goku interrupted, "not here."
"Kakarott, it's nice to see you again." Turles said, shooting him a toothly smirk.
"You too." Goku mumbled. He was really hoping Turles wouldn't stay long.
For the rest of class, Bulma and Turles talked, sometimes inviting others in the conversation, but mostly to themselves. As the bell rang, Goku broke into the classic Son grin.
"Why must you look like an idiot, Kakarott?" Vegeta asked disgusted. Goku's behavior always seemed to amaze him.
"Cause it's lunch time 'Geta!" he yelled.
"Don't call me that." he growled back.
Bulma walked up and ruffled Vegeta's hair.
"Yeah, wouldn't want to get 'Geta mad now would we?"
"Shut up, wench!"
"Make me, shorty."
Vegeta smirked and leaned into her ear. 'This'll get her' he thought.
He flicked the lobe and whispered huskily, "If you say so" he said as he saw her open, then close her mouth, and repeat the process.
"Stop gaping like a fish, woman." He then turned and stalked off.
How dare he! She was Bulma Son, and NO ONE did that to her. 'Oh, i'll get him back.' she thought as she grinned to herself.
"Bulma?" Krillin asked as he wove a hand in her face.
"Wha- huh?"
"You kinda spaced out there? Is something wrong?" ChiChi commented as she walked beside her.
"Oh, no. Just thinking." she lied.
"Right, well let's go, the boys are waiting."
Lunch passed with only a few arguements and soon, the dismissal bell was ringing.
"So, cousin. Have you seen Uncle yet?" Turles question as he and Bulma made their way to the parking lot, everyone else up ahead.
"No, and I do not plan to either." she snarled at him.
Turles thought for a minute.
"You can't hold a grudge forever."
"Watch me!" she yelled as she stalked off to her turquoise Honda SRT and sped out of the parking lot.
"Someone's had a bad day." 18 commented as the group watched the scene.
"Apparently." Turles replied as he walked up behind them and stopped beside Goku. He put a hand on his shoulder, doing a victory dance in his head as he stiffened. He wouldn't want his dear cousin getting too comfortable around him, now would he?
"We need to talk."
Goku hesitated for a minute, then reluctantly followed his cousin to a secluded area behind the school.
"Hurry it up, I have plans. What do you want?"
"It's about Bulma."