yes, yes, yes. super sorry for the long wait. internet crashed, and no computer. i just now got to a place i could access my account. the next three chapters are up, maybe two or three left, who knows. idk when i'll be able to update next. hopefully soon? thanks to all my readers who are still out there. enjoy and review, tell me what you want to see and maybe i'll put it in the last few chapters!
The following week was hectic for many seniors at Marshall County High School. Last minute dress shopping, hair appointments, corsage orders. Everyone was rushing to make sure everything was perfect, everyone except one teenage girl. She wasn't involved with in the dress fights, the threatening of hair salons, boyfriend-girlfriend arguments, none of that nonsense. Instead, she sat back and watched all the other idiots have their petty fights with a smirk on her face. Eventually, Friday night rolled around, the chaos doubling. At Bulma's two story house, things were more organized. Rather than fighting over cosmetics, Bulma had arranged to where 18 was curling her hair while ChiChi was doing her make-up. While the two primped themselves, Bulma laid upside down on her king sized canopy bed, watching them.
"So, Bulma, what are you doing tonight?" 18 asked as she sprayed her hair with hair spray to keep the curls.
The blue-haired teen shrugged as she rolled onto her stomach, resting her head on the black pillow she was nestling.
"I don't know. Maybe chill at Dad's, maybe go out with this kid that wants to hang out. Who knows?" she spoke nonchalantly as she twirled a string of hair between her fingers. 18's eyes met hers through the vanity mirror, filled with curiosity.
"And who might this lucky fellow be?"ChiChi asked, a smile playing on her face.
"Some kid in our grade." she shrugged again.
ChiChi spun around in her seat, facing Bulma with a pout on her lips, "Come on, B. Who is he?"
"Yeah, who has the balls to ask Bulma Son on a date?" 18 added, a playful grin adorning her flawless features.
"Don't worry about it. It's almost 7 anyways, the boys will be here any minute and you guys aren't even ready!" She changed the subject smoothly, diverting their attention for now. Both girls gasped and turned back around to finish their hair and make-up.
Twenty minutes later, Bulma was helping them into their dresses without messing anything up. She laced up the back of ChiChi's ballerina dress before moving to help 18 zip hers. She stood back and admired them when she was finished. Neither had ever looked better or at least to her. She smiled widely.
"You're going to knock them off their feet." They all burst out laughing. Not five seconds later, Bulma's doorbell rang. She looked to her friends expectantly and turned to the door.
"I'll get it. Get your shoes on ladies, it's time for prom!" She laughed again when ChiChi and 18 started to holler in excitement. She bound down the stairs and ran to the front door, yanking it open as another ring sounded. Standing on her doorstep was Goku in a black tux with a red vest, tie, and handkerchief; Krillin in a white suit with a purple shirt, tie, and hanky; Turles in a solid black piece, some slutty girl hanging on his arm in a black dress as well.
"Hey guys, ya'll look sharp." she greeted warmly, allowing them into the house.
"Hey Bulma!" Krillin waved as they settled in the living room.
"So where're the girls? Our reservations are in fifteen minutes." Goku asked anxiously as a loud growl sounded through the room.
Bulma rolled her eyes at her brother as Krillin and Turles laughed at him.
"Chill out Kakarott. They're almost ready." Just then someone atop the stairs cleared their throat. The group looked up and Goku's jaw dropped as ChiChi started to descend. Her dress was blood red, stopping mid-thigh. The top was like a corset, and it had black and red jewels sewn in a swirling pattern. Towards the bottom, it ruffled out in layers of black and red lace and chiffon. Her red heels clicked on the hardwood stairs as she climbed down. Her make-up was dark, contrasting with her semi-pale skin tone. She twirled when she reached the bottom, showing off the black ribbon that tied the back together, tying into a bow right above the curve of her butt, which looked amazing in the dress.
She walked up to her boyfriend, kissing him lightly on the lips after she pushed his jaw back up.
"W-wow ChiChi, you look AMAZING!" Goku complimented, still in his trance. ChiChi smiled knowingly.
"Thank you." She turned back to the stairs to watch 18, who was waiting patiently at the top. She was wearing a simple, flowing, deep purple, silk gown. The neckline dipped low, showing off her ample cleavage, tying halter-style around her neck. The back stopped half-way down her back, two straps criss-crossing to hold it together. As she descended, only the tips of her purple pumps could be seen.
Krillin had much of the same reaction as Goku, yet he managed to close his jaw before 18 reached him.
"Y-you're beautiful honey." he stammered, still staring at her. She smirked.
"I know."
Bulma laughed and pulled out a camera. Everyone groaned.
"Picture time!"
With a little 'persuasion' the group agreed to take a few pictures for memories sake. Bulma tried not to capture the slut Turles brought along, but she seemed to work her way into almost every picture, giggling a high pitched laugh that drove everyone insane. Bulma finally told her to 'chill the fuck out' before she kicked her out. She willingly obeyed after a begging look from her date.
Soon, they piled into the limo parked outside of Bulma's house and pulled off to eat a fancy dinner.
"Alright, Bulma. Step 1; complete. Commence Step 2." she said to herself, dashing up to her bathroom to shower. She was glad no one asked why Vegeta wasn't present. That would've made her plans a little harder, knowing the others would want to know what she had going on, but she didn't want to ruin the surprise, not just yet. 18 and ChiChi knew of the tampering with the bet, but they didn't know what else Bulma had up her sleeve. The fact that she and Vegeta had made an 'arrangement' made the night all the more exciting.
She took the longest shower of her life; washing her hair twice, carefully shaving everything that needed to be shaved, even washing herself in about three different body washes. She wanted to look PERFECT. About an hour later, she stepped out of the steaming bathroom, a navy towel wrapped tightly around her body, another on her hair. She quickly dried off and slipped on her undergarments, a lacy navy blue set.
As one could tell, navy blue was her favorite color.
Once halfway covered, she sat in front of her cherry oak vanity and started to precisely apply her make-up. She deemed herself worthy fifteen minutes later, moving on to curl her hair. After another twenty minutes, she was ready to slip on her dress. She pulled a long black garment bag out of the back of her closet, gently laying it on her bed. A smile spread across her face when she unzipped it.
"Perfect." she said to herself as she lifted it out of the bag, taking it off the hanger. She stepped into it, pulling it over her hips as she went. With much difficulty, she got the back laced and tied by herself, running to her closet to find her shoes. As soon as she strapped the right foot on, her doorbell rang for the second time that night. She ran back to her vanity and slipped on a bunch of silver bangles on her left wrist, white diamond earrings, and a white diamond necklace. When the doorbell went into frenzy, she sighed before walking out of her room, turning off the light as she went. Careful not to step on her dress, she climbed down the stairs to open the door. The sight she was met with made her smile even wider.
"About time you opened the door."
The group was having a blast. They had made it to their reservations in time and enjoyed a fresh meal of western food. They arrived at the hotel prom was being held at about thirty minutes after it started, right in the midst of things. There appeared to be no set theme as far as anyone could see, but it was still beautiful. The large ballroom was covered in some type of glittery substance, gold and blue, the school colors, tinsel hanging from the ceiling. A gold and blue balloon arc was over the doorway, wrapped with ribbons. The tables had blue tablecloths with gold ribboned chairs. As soon as they walked in, Turles pulled a flask out of his tux pocket and made his way to the punch bowl with a smirk on his face while the others found a table.
"Wow guys, senior prom!" ChiChi squealed as she looked around in awe.
"Yeah, it's pretty great." Goku and Krillin agreed.
They conversated for another few minutes before a slow song started to play.
"Oh Goku! It's our song! Let's dance!" ChiChi jumped up and down excitedly and dragged Goku to the dance floor with a 'please-don't-let-her-take-me' look on his face. Krillin laughed at his friend and looked to his own girlfriend.
"Come on que-ball." He smiled and gently took 18's hand, leading her to the crowded dance floor as well.
The four danced for quite a long time. When they all felt like collapsing, they made their way back to the table. Goku and Krillin went to get some punch while ChiChi and 18 talked.
"So what do you think Bulma's up to?" ChiChi asked as she scanned the dance floor.
18 shrugged, "Who knows?" She looked to ChiChi when she heard her gasp.
"What?"
ChiChi looked to her with wide eyes, "I don't think we have to wonder anymore, look."
18 looked in the direction Chi was pointing, her jaw dropping. There, in the entrance to the ballroom, stood Bulma and Vegeta, arms looped. Both had a satisfied smirk on their faces. The crowd had parted to allow them to enter, everyone staring. They matched perfectly. As they walked to them, ChiChi and 18's eyes roamed Bulma's dress. It was a floor-length gown and hugged her features greatly. The top was strapless and showed off much cleavage, but not enough to be indecent. There was a silver glitter pattern on the left side of the dress, curling and twisting in different shapes. A slit that went up to mid thigh showed off her long, smooth, tan legs and four inch silver heels that wrapped up around her calf. Vegeta's vest and tie matched the silver in her dress, as well as her jewelry while his shirt and suit were a subtle navy shade. Her hair was in loose curls, falling down her back in an azure waterfall while her make-up was dark and misty, matching her outfit.
The duo stopped when they reached the table the group had settled at. By now, Goku and Krillin had come back, dragging Turles with them. They all had looks of awe on their faces too.
"Wow." Was all anyone said. When ChiChi snapped out of her spell, she shrieked.
"BULMA SON! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANYONE YOU WERE COMING?" Six sets of hands covered ears while the raven-haired teen screeched at her friend.
"Shut that harpy up!" Vegeta yelled to Goku, who was cowering behind Turles. Bulma elbowed him in the gut, earning a glare from him.
"Chill out Chi. That would've ruined the surprise." Bulma said smoothly once she was done ranting. Chi huffed and sat back in her seat, feeling better now that she had gotten all of that out of her system.
"Well, you guys look great." Goku said once he was sure his over tempered girlfriend was finished.
"I know." Bulma and Vegeta said in unison as they took a seat across from Krillin and 18.
"So, why'd you hide it from us that you were coming?" Krillin asked as he sipped his punch.
Bulma shrugged.
"Well, at first I was going to come and meet you guys alone, but then Veggie couldn't get a date so we worked out a compromise." She looked at her date from the corner of her eye, smirking when she saw him glaring at her openly.
"And what was that compromise?" Turles asked hopefully. He leaned forward in his chair to hear better.
Bulma smirked wider.
"That I would be his date, but he only if he agreed to lose the bet. After a little 'talking' he willingly said yes." After another elbow to the gut, Vegeta pulled out a thick roll of bills from his pocket and threw it at Turles, who caught it and grinned.
"YES!" He jumped up and did a victory dance around the large round table. "I beat Vegeta, I beat Vegeta!" he sang out in an off-tune voice.
The flame-haired teen rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
"Look what you started, woman." he whispered to Bulma. She laughed and patted Vegeta's thigh.
"It'll be okay. Remember our deal, it'll be worth it."
A feral grin took place of his glare.
"Oh, I remember all right." Bulma rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The dj started a fast paced song, Bulma jumping up as he did so.
"Come on 'Geta, let's dance!" He stayed rooted in his seat, his arms folded firmly.
"Vegeta, our deal..." He jumped up immediately, dragging Bulma to the dance floor with a scowl on his face, Bulma laughing the whole way.
"Well, I wonder how she got him to be se flexible." Krillin questioned as he watched the duo walk off.
"I don't know," Goku answered, "but something feels off. I think something bad is going to happen." he shivered and looked around the densely packed room, coming up empty handed.
"Oh, calm down, honey, everything will be alright!" ChiChi reassured him. He sighed and let it go for the moment, holding his hand out for ChiChi to take.
"Wanna dance?"