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"Italics in quotations is thought"
"Congrats." Vegeta greeted as Cabba zoomed through the door. Cabba tried to catch his breath as Vegeta crossed his arms. "Your skill and speed are alright, but your power is something to be desired." Vegeta explained. "I suppose I'll teach you, but I need time. Right after school, the gym." Cabba nodded while still catching his breath. "You finished early, so you have class starting third period. Get your stuff." Vegeta ordered. Cabba nodded and walked to his locker.
"Third period...history." Cabba muttered. He grabbed his books and closed locker. "And I'm guessing Vegeta gave you a task." Caulifla guessed from behind him, startling Cabba and making him drop his books. "W-what are you doing here! Shouldn't you be in class?" "Was using the restroom. You need to suppress your ki when you run. You cracked a wall." Caulifla answered. "So why are you here?" Cabba asked. "Wanted to check on the missing "Superman." "Superman?" Cabba asked. "Yeah. That's what people are calling you after you broke Vegeta's scouter. Not a bad start." Caulifla explained. "Anyways, you're gonna be a lot more popular from now on. Got a girlfriend?" she asked. "Yeah. Louis Lane." Cabba replied sarcastically. "Hahahaha- so seriously, your gonna be the new popular kid." Caulifla turned dead serious. "Whether you like it or not, your gonna be the target of a lot of people. Find yourself a good crew, maybe establish somewhere as your new base." Caulifla advised. "And why exactly are you telling me this?" Cabba asked.
Caulifla was lost for words. To be honest, she didn't know why she was helping him. After all, he had kicked her out of the second place spot. "Why does it matter?" Caulifla asked. "Why do you care why it matters?" Cabba questioned. "Why do you think I care?" Caulifla retaliated. "Because then you wouldn't have told me." Cabba was feeling a lot more confident than normal for some reason, so he moved closer to her, who backed up against the locker. "So why did you tell me?" Cabba asked. "I don't think you're in a position to ask questions." Caulifla threatened. "Says the person backed up against a locker." Cabba countered. "Are you sure you wanna try me?" Caulifla glared at him. "You're talking to Superman. And you don't look like Kryptonite." Cabba responded, putting his left hand on her hip and his right on her cheek. "You're gonna regret this." Caulifla threatened as she tried to think about how she'd gotten into this and how to get out. "Am I?" Cabba whispered in her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck. This entire confrontation had triggered her Saiyan instincts, which made her have less brain and more savagery.
"Hold up, get a hold of yourself! What's gotten into you Cabba?!" Cabba asked himself mentally. "Oh come on, you know you want it! She's perfect for you. Go ahead and do it!" "Are you insane? That's a perfect way to get kicked out! I can't get in trouble the second day here!" "And you're gonna waste this perfect opportunity?" Cabba was having a mental argument with himself on whether or not he should kiss her while Caulifla was having a mental argument on whether to kick his nuts and get out or to stay in his trap, she was having a little fun. She instead brushed her leg up against his...you know. "Shit, that's it." Cabba's demon side one hit killed his innocent side in the mental argument as he crashed his lips against hers.
"Well, there's no turning back now." Caulifla thought as she kissed back, the two now running on pretty much Saiyan Savagery and hormones. Her arms curled around his neck as his right hand shifted to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. He pressed her even further up against the lockers as the kiss got more heated. Caulifla moved one of his hands from his spiky hair down to his abs as the two battled their tongues for dominance.