Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DBA ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Chapter 5

Brrrrrring!

The school bell rang, and all the kids reluctantly trudged to their class.

"Hey Bulma," Goku welcomed when his good friend stepped inside the classroom. "Where were you yesterday, were you sick?"

"Er um . . . uh . . ." Bulma stammered nervously. "Woa, would you look at the time! We better sit in our seat, Goku!" She very quickly and very nervously took her seat.

"Hey Bulma, can I talk to you?"

Bulma looked up to see one of her friends, Launch. She looked a little nervous.

"Yea, sure," Bulma welcomed. "What about?"

Launch sat down in Yamcha's chair and sighed. "I really, really like Tien, and I know Chautzu is his best friend. But I think Chautzu hates me!"

"What makes you say that?" Bulma asked.

Launch sighed again.

~o~o~FLASHBACK~o~o~

"That was so much fun!" Launch cried, her arm glued around Tien's. "And you won me a teddy bear!" She hugged the bear close to her chest. "Uh yea . . ." Tien replied nervously. "Great . . ."

Chautzu glared at Launch.

"That WAS fun," ChiChi commented, her arm linked with Goku's. "We should do it more often!"

"Yea," exclaimed Goku. "They had great food!" He took a bite of the corndog in his free hand.

"Goku!" ChiChi scolded.

Goku swallowed the food and gazed at ChiChi. "Of cource, the best part was being with you," he said, giving ChiChi a peck on the cheek.

ChiChi beamed.

"I liked-"

"SHUT UP, LAUNCH!" Chautzu suddenly cried out. "JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH!" And with that, the angered mini mime flew off.

"What's HIS problem?" demanded Krillen.

o~o~END FLASHBACK~o~o~

"Well that was rude of him," Bulma commented.

Launch nodded. "Why doesn't he hate me so much?"

Bulma shrugged. "I couldn't begin to imagine."

"Excuse me."

"Oh, sorry," Launch apologized, getting up out of Yamcha's seat to let him in. He sat down, and Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, facing the other way.

"Hey uh Bulma . . ." Yamcha began to greet nervously. "Want a kiss?"

"Talk to me again, Yamcha, and I'll-"

Funimation suddenly cuts to the other side of the room. (Me= wounders where they were durring the scene between Bulma and Vegita. Suddenly gets mad and kicks Funimation out. "GET OUTTA MY FIC, ASSHOLES!!")

Krillen was searching for his pen on the floor when suddenly . . .

"Excuse me."

Krillen jolted up, startled, and hit his head on the desk. "Ow!" he cried out, rubbing his head as he tried to stand up strait. "Hey next time-" Krillen stopped short and froze when he saw who it was he was talking to. 18.

"We need to talk," 18 demanded.

Krillen nodded nervously. "Y-yea?"

"Why did you throw the fight a few days ago?" she demanded simply.

"Well I . . . I . . . I . . ."

"Is it because you like me?"

'Direct, isn't she?' Krillen thought. Aloud he said, "Uh . . . yea."

"Well listen up, shorty!" 18 hissed. "I didn't join the martial arts club to get a date, I joined to fight!" she pointed a finger down at Krillen. "And you owe me a re-match!"

"But-b-but-"

"Today after school," she said. "On the football field. If you don't show or if you let me win, my brother will personally take care of you!"

"Y-your brother?" Krillen gulped. He looked over to where 17 was sitting. He was glaring back at Krillen, a pencil in his hands. And he broke it in half.

Krillen gulped again.

"Be there," 18 ended, sitting back in her seat.

'I'm doomed.'

"Please take your seat, class," their teacher begun. "Today-"

Vegita stormed into the classroom, immediately shutting the teacher up. Haughtily he walked to his desk and sat down.

"Vegita," the teacher said, a little too calmly. "I'm going to have to write you up a detention."

"Tell somebody who cares," Vegita remarked.

The teacher drew up a slip, and handed it to Vegita. Vegita immediately took it and tore it up right in front of her face.

Trying her best to ignore that, the teacehr began with her lessons.

Yamcha turned around in his seat, glaring Vegita down. "Hey you," he hissed.

Vegita looked at Yamcha.

"You leave Bulma alone," Yamcha ordered. "She's mine!"

"Correction," said Vegita. "She WAS yours."

"Why you . . ." Yamcha twisted his hand back, ready to hit Vegita when Vegita faded. He appeared behind Yamcha when he grabbed him suddenly by his neck, lifting him up above the classroom.

"Vegita!" Mrs. Stinkass gasped.

Goku quickly flew up to the two, his eyes serious. "Let him go, Vegita," he said solemly.

Vegita smirked. "Fine, the scum is yours." He then tossed Yamcha into Goku's arms. "For now," the Saiyan Prince ended before walking out the door.

Yamcha looked up at Goku. "Thanks . . ."

The teacher looked at Vegita's retreating form. "I'll be right back," she told the class as she began to follow Vegita out the door. "Behave!"

"What did you say to him, Yamcha?!" Bulma yelled as Goku let Yamcha down.

"I just told him to stay away from you," Yamcha almost pleaded.

Bulma flared. "STAY AWAY FROM ME?! AT LEAST HE DOESN'T GO TO MY HOUSE COMPLETELY DRUNK JUST TO HIT ME!"

All of Bulma's friends gasped in shock, glaring at Yamcha.

"I said I was sorry!" Yamcha cried in his defence.

Goku shook his head.

"Vegita, STOP!" Mrs. Stinkass called. She ran up to Vegita and grabbed his arm. Vegita twisted around to her, glaring at her. "What?" he spat.

Softly Mrs. Stinkass said, "I heard your father died of a heart attack today. Vegita, I'm sorry."

'Heart attack?' Vegita thought. 'Give me a break!'

"If you would like to go home, it's all right," the teacher continued.

'Go home and deal with Frieza?' Vegita thought. 'Yea right, I'd rather have a tooth pulled without novicane.' Grabbing his arm back, Vegita held his head high, and walked back to the classroom.

The day ended as loud as the day had first begun, what with the students all racing home. It was the weekend, and no one really wanted to spend another minute in school. Except for maybe Krillen . . .

"AAAHHHH!!" Krillen cried, ducking as 18 flung her foot at his face.

"Come on, Krillen!" 18 growled while throwing about many kicks and punches. "FIGHT ME!"

Krillen ducked an oncomming kick to the face, his eyes landing on 17. He gulped.

Meanwhile, a large crowd was gathered around to watch the fight, all the while chanting, rooting for the two fighters. Of cource, all of Krillen's friend's were there to root him on, Goku standing in the middle, woundering where the hotdog stand was located.

"Go Krillen, yay!" Bulma called out from the crowd. She was going to head strait home, but then ChiChi informed her about the fight. She decided, oh what the hell, she'd give a few minutes of her life to watch and cheer on her friend.

Krillen jumped back as a kick was thrown at his gut, landing gracefully on his feet. Suddenly, without thinking, he powered up and . . .

"KA ME HA ME HA!"

18 could only stare as the large energy came her way. When it hit her, she was driven back . . . and back . . . and back, smashing into a mountain far away.

Everyone gasped.

"Oh Kami! I'm sorry!" Krillen cried. He began to fly to 18 when suddenly 17 appeared, knocking the short bald guy to the ground. Krillen watched as 17 helped his sister out. 18 glared at Krillen menacingly as she was helped up, a look of what Krillen thought was embarrasment on her face. And then the two siblings flew away.

Krillen sighed.

"Bulma."

Bulma whipped around, startled. "Vegita!"

Vegita smirked. "In the flesh. I'm comming over to your house."

Bulma smiled. "Ok." Without wanring, she grabbed Vegita's arm and began to pull him along. Vegita was shocked at first, but then held onto Bulma as well.

When they got to Capsule Corp, Bulma led Vegita into the living room, and then to the couch. "You know," she said, sitting right by him, her face close to his. "My parents are gone for the weekend."

Vegita chuckled, turning more towared Bulma, looking down at her like she was a scrap of meat. "If I didn't know any better Ms. Briefs," he mused, "I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

Bulma smirked wickedly. "Who me? Never." And she leaned in for a long, deep kiss.

Vegita welcomed the kiss openly, his hands flailing around her back, and down her back to a zipper. Slowly, he began to unzip.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Bulma and Vegita quickly darted up.

"Damnit!" Bulma cried. "Who is it?!"

"Hey Bulma," came Goku's voice. "It's me Goku. And ChiChi and Krillen and Launch and Tien and Chautzu and-"

"EVERYONE?!" Bulma cried, walking to the door and opening it up.

"Well um . . . Yamcha's busy," ChiChi said nervously. She peered in, and noticed Vegita. Her eyes widened. "And by the looks of it, so are you!"

Bulma looked back at the boy and blushed. "Er yea . . . so if you don't mind-"

"Wow Vegita's here, cool!" Goku cried mindlessly, pushing past Bulma to walk inside. "Hey Vegita! Remember me?"

Vegita sneered. "How could I forget." He stood up. "We still havn't settled our fight, have we?"

"Yea, no time like the present, right?" Goku said, laughing his Goku-ish laugh.

"I-"

"Sure," Vegita said, interrupting Bulma. He walked outside, Goku right on his heels.

"B-b-but-"

ChiChi grabbed her friend, leading her to the couch. "Honey, trust me, it's better this way. That Vegita is some bad news!"

"You said the same thing about Piccolo!" Bulma said, pointing to the green being.

"Yea, and I was right, wasn't I?" ChiChi exclaimed.

Piccolo growled.

"Look," said Launch, "we're all here to cheer up Krillen. He lost his girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Krillen told Launch for the uptinth time that day. "But I . . . wish she was."

"Well Krillen, if you want a girl to like her, the LAST thing you do is fight her, THEN win! It's just common sense!" Bulma sneered.

Krillen fell over, anime-style.

Goku and Vegita stood, staring at each other. Bulma's backyard would suit their match well, Vegita observed. Smirking, he got into a fighting stance. Goku did the same, and the two were off!

The night raged on, Goku and Vegita taking and dealing out blows that would surely mean the end of the world dare they miss. Their power was astounding, and their tolerance purely abnormal. It was though as the two of them were fighting to the death . . .

Meanwhile, inside, the others were trying to cheer up Krillen, who, to them, seemed like hopeless case. Meanwhile, Bulma studied the way Chautzu kept glaring at Launch, the way his eyes would twitch whenever she touched Tien. And Tien, who looked so . . . nervous.

"Oh Kami, is it really 8:30 already?!" ChiChi suddenly cried. "I can't believe it, we've been talking for hours!"

"Yea," Bulma said, her eyes lighting up. "Maybe you should all go home and . . . do your homework or something!"

"Yea, we better," said Piccolo. "I can't afford another D-."

"You're doing THAT bad?!" ChiChi cried.

Piccolo nodded, embarrased.

"In what subject?"

Piccolo mumbled, "Chemistry."

"Chemistry?" ChiChi cried. "Is that all?! I'm great in Chemistry, maybe I can help you. I'll come over to your place and . . . hey, where's Goku?"

When everyone walked outside, they were surprised at what they saw. Goku and Vegita lie on the floor, bleeding to death . . . and smiling like that havn't had that much fun in ages.

"Oh my Kami, GOKU!" ChiChi cried, rushing to her boyfriend's side.

Bulma as well rushed to Vegita's side. "What happened?!" she cried. "What were you THINKING?! HUH?!"

Vegita's smirk grew. "Well I had to do SOMETHING while you babbled on and on about make-up or whatever it is you girls talk about," he said.

"Here," Krillen said, handing both Bulma and ChiChi a bean. "These are my last senzu beans."

"Wow Krillen, where did you get these?!" ChiChi demanded. "They're almost IMPOSSIBLE to find!"

"Yea, I know," Krillen growled as the two Saiyans were fed the beans.

"Goku, I'm taking you to the hospital," ChiChi announced as she helped the big lug up.

"That's nice-wait WHAT?!"

"You too, Vegita," Bulma said as she helped him up as well.

Vegita glanced over as ChiChi began to yell at Goku, was running around in circles around ChiChi, crying out and whimpering. "I don't need a hospital, I'll just fix myself up back home."

ChiChi grabbed Goku and he ran off, dragging her behind. "HEEEEEELP!" ChiChi cried out in anguish.

Piccolo, Krillen, Launch, Tien, and Chautzu ran off to help ChiChi, all the while with Goku screaming, "I don't want needles, I don't want them, heeeeeelp! They're gonna stab me!"

Vegita and Bulma sweat-dropped.

"Well, I can at least help you home," Bulma said.

"No!" Vegita argued. "I can make it home by myself!"

"Don't be such a stubborn ape!" Bulma cried, pulling Vegita along. "Now come on!"

"Woman-"

"AND THE NAME'S BULMA!!"

Vegita was very hesitant as both he and Bulma exited the space pod. He had insisted that he go alone, but she was persistant.

"Now where is your room?" Bulma inquired, gazing about the room.

"So now you have weakling women to help you, Vegita? Or did she beat you up?"

Bulma and Vegita twisted, and Vegita's color drained from his face. "Frieza," he growled.

Frieza smirked. "And where have YOU been? Hmm?"

"Just with me, he wasn't expected to be home at a certain time, was he?" Bulma asked.

"So now you have human whore's speaking for you now?" Frieza mused.

"Hey!" Bulma cried. She took a step up, but Vegita shot a hand to her chest to keep her back.

Frieza chuckled menacingly. "Yes, she would make quite a toy, wouldn't she?" Frieza said ammusingly.

Vegita's eyes widened as Frieza paced around Bulma. "Yes, she would make QUITE a good toy!" And with one last grin, Frieza left the room.

To be continued…