A/N: Okay. This is my first fic. I've thought about this for a really long
time before I finally put it on the site. I hope its okay.
Summary: Bulma and Vegeta meet and end up going to the same school. Vegeta is a famous football player and ends up joining the football team. He gets lots of scholarships but someone is trying to keep him from winning, AND someone is after Bulma! I know, kinda confusing, but hey, Its my fic. Starts out kinda slow, but this is just the Prologue.
Disclaimer: Uh..
"Ooooookay, ladies, it's your turn to have the floor. This is LADIES SKATE. LADIES ONLY GUYS." The DJ's voice echoed throughout the enormous skating rink. People were everywhere, skating, talking, eating, but mostly, trying to find someone to hook up with. Three girls were sitting at a cramped table in the corner at the snack bar, flirting with some guys. A blue haired girl looked at her two companions, contemplating whether they should risk leaving their prey to some other predators.
"We'll be back," a girl with long, straight black hair said to the guys, deciding for the other two. She pulled a girl with short blond hair and the blue haired girl away. They received many whoops and whistles from guys watching them as they passed by. They made their way to the rink and started chatting.
"I like your outfit, Bulma," the black haired girl, named Chichi, said to the blue haired girl. She was wearing some short shorts that complimented her stunning legs and a white shirt that said, "BITCH" in blue letters. Chichi was wearing denim Capri's and a baby blue shirt that said "INNOCENT" across the chest in dark blue letters. 18, the blond, was wearing hip hugger flare jeans and a black shirt that said "FUCK" across the chest in red letters.
"So, what do you guys think of Vegeta? You know, the guy with the hair that looks like a flame, the loud mouthed one," Bulma asked.
"He was alright, but that guy with the crazy hair, Goku, he was so much cuter," Chichi replied.
"Chichi, he was like totally stupid!" Bulma argued.
"No he wasn't!" He was sweet," she said with a dreamy look. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Ok, 18, who was cuter?" she asked turning to the blond.
"The little short bald guy, Krillin, was cute." She replied with a sly smile.
"Arg!" Bulma sighed in defeat and skated off. They continued to skate until the song was over, and then they went back to the guys.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So which one do you think is hotter, Kakkarot?" Vegeta asked crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "I liked the 'Innocent' girl," Goku replied. "I liked 'Fuck,'" Krillin said. "Both of you are wrong, that blue haired bitch was the hottest," Vegeta told them matter-of-factly. "She was pretty but the girl with the black hair was prettier," Goku said. "Whatever," Vegeta sneered. Just then the three girls skated up. "Hey, did you miss me?" Bulma purred, skating up to Vegeta. "Of course," he replied pulling her into his lap. Goku gave him a curious look, but he just winked. "Would you two get a room or something?!" 18 said. Bulma glared at 18 then wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck and started nibbling on his ear. "Okay, just don't do THAT in PUBLIC," came 18's sarcastic reply. Bulma looked at her and flicked her off. 18 rolled her eyes. A couple guys came over to the group, Bulma guessed they were Vegeta and Goku and Krillin's friends. Bulma stood up, "C'mon Chi, I gotta use the bathroom." She said. "Why does she have to come with you to the bathroom, woman?" Vegeta asked. "Because.because I said so, and because its none of your business." Bulma retorted. "Well, what do you guys do in there that you need your friends to do?" he asked. 18 stood up. "We do girlie stuff," she said grabbing her friends by the wrists and dragging them off to the bathroom. Vegeta shook his head and skated after them. He stood by the side of the rink watching the people skate by, keeping his eye on the bathroom. His friend Derek came up to him, "So, Veggie, how close are you to that $150?" he asked. "I just need a number?" he asked. "$50 for a kiss, $150 for digits and a kiss," he said. "Alright," Vegeta growled. "You want some action, I'll show you some action." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The three girls walked into the bathroom.
"Okay," Chichi said turning to Bulma, "what was it that you do in here that you need me for again?"
Bulma shrugged, "nothing, I just wanted to talk." She said.
"Hey, do you have some lip gloss?" the threesome looked toward the mirror. Standing there was a girl with long brown hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Brooke," she said sticking out her hand.
"Bulma," Bulma said reaching out to shake it.
"Oh, hi, I'm Chichi, and this is 18," Chichi said introducing them.
"Oh, well, that's nice, but I don't have time for this. Now, do any of you have any lip gloss?" she asked in a snobbish tone. Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"No we don't," she snapped, "who are you trying to look cute for anyways?" she asked looking the girl up and down.
Brooke sneered, "I AM looking cute for my boyfriend, Yamcha." She said pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Bulma was about to say something when she realized what the girl had just said. *Her boyfriend, Yamcha? Why that no good dirty rotten cheating little--* Bulma could hardly contain herself in her rage.
"He is so cute, and sweet too, here I have a picture," Brooke said dreamily taking a picture out of her purse. Bulma snatched it, thinking to herself that it must be some mistake, it couldn't be the same Yamcha, could it? Her fears were confirmed when she saw her boyfriend, standing in a park with his arm draped around Brooke. They were both smiling. She handed the picture back as a single tear ran down her cheek.
Brooke gathered up her things, "Well, girlies, it's been a waste of my time talking to you, so goodbye." And with that she walked out the door.
Bulma wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time she had caught him cheating on her for some slutty piece of ass that he had managed to get for a good lay, but a girlfriend? How long had this been going on without her knowing? She picked up her cell phone and dialed Yamcha's cell phone.
She looked out the door and was almost sick with what she saw. Yamcha was holding Brooke up against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was kissing her neck. *God, he can't even get a fucking room* she thought to herself as she heard it ring.
Chichi and 18 just stood behind her. "This should be interesting," Chichi said quietly as she watched Bulma's face turn redder and redder with rage. They watched as Yamcha pulled back and picked up his phone.
"Hello," he said.
"Yamcha, this is Bulma," she said icily.
"What's up babe?" he asked.
"Why are you out of breath?" she snapped.
"I was, uh, out jogging," he said.
*That lying bastard* she thought. She sneered. "In a skating rink?"
He looked around. "What, where are you?" he asked.
"How dumb do you think I am Yamcha?" her voice rose a notch.
"I-I don't think your dumb Bulma," he said defensively.
"You act like it." Before he could answer she continued, "I ran into your 'girlfriend' in the bathroom," she said.
"Girlfriend? Who? Cindy? Johanna? Megan?"
She couldn't believe it. "OH MY GOD YAMCHA! YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!" she shouted. She snapped the phone shut and stalked out of the bathroom. She stomped over to him.
"B-Bulma," he stuttered. Brooke just stood there glaring at Bulma. Bulma paid no attention to her, this was between her and Yamcha.
"Yamcha, I am so tired of you and your cheating," she took a deep breath, trying to control her rage. "Yamcha, we're through," she said. "I know, I should have done this a long time ago, but, well.we're through as of now."
"Bulma wait! I can explain! Please Bulma, let me explain," he begged. Brooke watched with disgust.
"Yamcha, there is nothing to explain. We're through," she said getting slightly agitated. First he wanted to cheat on her, now he wanted to come crawling back.
"Well, fine! I can do better than you anyways!" he shouted as she started to walk away. She turned slowly, "How DARE you, you bastard!"
"Bulma, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry," he ran up to her and grabbed her forearms. She yanked her arm out of his grasp and slapped him. She started to walk away when she was Vegeta standing there, watching, and smirking at her. He had seen the whole thing.
"Why you little bitch," Yamcha yelled stalking toward her. She spun around to receive a slap to the face. She fell to the ground as he hit her twice more. She cowered waiting for the next blow, but it didn't come. She looked up uncertainly and saw Vegeta punching Yamcha. *Now that's a man,* she thought, *defending a woman he doesn't even know* She stood up on shaky legs.
"Vegeta, stop, you're going to kill him," she said.
"So?"
"Vegeta stop, security is coming,"
He immediately dropped Yamcha and stood up searching her eyes.
"There they are!" they looked over and saw Brooke walking toward them with two security guards.
"Holy shit," one of them said as they saw Yamcha trying to stand up, wiping the trickle of blood running out of his nose and down his face. He ran off to go call an ambulance.
"Um, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you two to leave," the other one said.
"Oh, he doesn't have to leave. It was her," Brooke said sliding over to Vegeta and rubbing his arm. Bulma glared at her.
"No, it was both of them," the security guard said. "Now, please, leave,"
They nodded and started to walk toward the exit, side by side. Bulma looked back at Yamcha one last time as he was standing up. He spit out more blood and looked at her. There was so much hate in his eyes, it made her shiver, made her cower in fear. She knew, at that instant that he wouldn't go down without a fight. He wouldn't let Vegeta humiliate him like that without getting his revenge.
Vegeta felt the small woman next to him shiver and he looked down at her. She turned away but grabbed his hand. They walked over to his black mustang. She looked up at him, fear shining in her bright eyes. "I-I'm scared." She said quietly.
"What are you scared of woman?" he asked.
"He-he's going to get me. They'll keep him in the hospital for a while, but he'll be coming back to get me, I just know it, and I'm-I'm scared." She just couldn't keep it in any longer. So she cried. Right there in the parking lot, she cried.
"Come here woman," he commanded. She sniffed and shuffled over to him and he held her. Forgetting everything else, he held her. She felt so safe in his arms, like everything was okay and nothing could ever hurt her.
He set her up on the hood of his car and wiped the tears from here eyes with the back of his hand.
"Woman, will you be okay?" he asked.
She sniffed. "Yes, I think so."
"So what were you fighting about anyways," he asked. He was so nosy.
"I caught him cheating with that little bitch, Brooke," she spat. He smirked.
"So that means your single now, doesn't it?" he asked. She had to laugh.
"I guess so," He smirked even wider. She shook her head. He lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes, and then he kissed her. Kissed her like she had never been kissed before. It wasn't a smooth kiss, but a rough, powerful kiss. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed her waist and grinded their hips together. She wrapped her legs around him when suddenly. "Damn, we leave you guys alone for a minute and you're already all over each other." Bulma never hated 18 more as she walked out followed by Krillin, Chichi, and Goku and some of their friends. Bulma felt kind of awkward in the position she was in, so she reluctantly untangled herself from Vegeta's body and hopped off the hood of the car. Her cheeks took on a slightly crimson tint when Chichi and 18 gave her thumbs up. Vegeta crossed his arms and humphed. Derek came up to him, "Yeah, baby! You're real quick! Ha ha! Alright, I owe you $50!!" he shouted patting Vegeta on the back. Bulma looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then shook her head.
They heard a horn honk and everyone turned as a long black limo drove up. "Well, that's our ride, gotta go!" 18 said pulling Bulma and Chichi toward the limo.
"Hold on 18," Bulma said. She walked back over to Vegeta, "You got a pen?" she asked. He borrowed a pen from Derek and gave it to her and she wrote her phone number on his arm and on a piece of paper as well, just in case he washed it off his arm before he called her. She put the pen in her back pocket and kissed him one last time before she turned to leave. They heard another honk. Bulma turned to Vegeta, "Stupid butler," she mumbled, "I gotta go. Call me, okay?" she asked. He nodded. She turned and started walking toward the car.
"Woman," he called jogging up to her.
"What?" she asked.
He grabbed the pen out of her pocket and slapped her on the rear, "forgot this," he said waving the pen. She rolled her eyes and mumbled something about guys not having Asses at home to slap. She climbed into the car and watched out the back window until they were out of sight.
"So what happened Bulma?" Chichi demanded scooting closer.
"Well," Bulma said, "after I left the bathroom, I told Yamcha that we were over and he said that was okay because he could do better than me." 18 and chichi gasped in unison. "Yeah," Bulma said, "Better than me! Anyways, he grabbed my arm so I slapped him and then he started hitting me! So then, here's Vegeta kicking Yamcha's ass! So then I told him to stop, you know, I didn't want Vegeta to kill him, so then here comes Ms. Bitch herself, WITH SECURITY! So, they kicked us out, but it was weird! I look back at Yamcha and he just has this look in his eyes, like he wants to kill me or something! It was so scary! So blah, blah, blah, and we're kissing!" she said.
"Whoa, whoa, blah, blah, blah, doesn't tell us much," 18 said.
"Yes, we need details, Bulma Briefs," Chichi said.
"Okay, okay, so I was really scared cuz' of that look Yamcha gave me, right, so we were holding hands, and then.. Oh, look at that, we're home!" Bulma jumped out of the car and ran into the house.
"No she didn't!" Chichi yelled, running after her. 18 just shook her head and walked in after the two girls. It was going to be a long night.
Okay, whadja think? Good? Bad? Both? What? Make sure you review and tell me what you thought. I can always use ideas so review!
~Yup
Summary: Bulma and Vegeta meet and end up going to the same school. Vegeta is a famous football player and ends up joining the football team. He gets lots of scholarships but someone is trying to keep him from winning, AND someone is after Bulma! I know, kinda confusing, but hey, Its my fic. Starts out kinda slow, but this is just the Prologue.
Disclaimer: Uh..
"Ooooookay, ladies, it's your turn to have the floor. This is LADIES SKATE. LADIES ONLY GUYS." The DJ's voice echoed throughout the enormous skating rink. People were everywhere, skating, talking, eating, but mostly, trying to find someone to hook up with. Three girls were sitting at a cramped table in the corner at the snack bar, flirting with some guys. A blue haired girl looked at her two companions, contemplating whether they should risk leaving their prey to some other predators.
"We'll be back," a girl with long, straight black hair said to the guys, deciding for the other two. She pulled a girl with short blond hair and the blue haired girl away. They received many whoops and whistles from guys watching them as they passed by. They made their way to the rink and started chatting.
"I like your outfit, Bulma," the black haired girl, named Chichi, said to the blue haired girl. She was wearing some short shorts that complimented her stunning legs and a white shirt that said, "BITCH" in blue letters. Chichi was wearing denim Capri's and a baby blue shirt that said "INNOCENT" across the chest in dark blue letters. 18, the blond, was wearing hip hugger flare jeans and a black shirt that said "FUCK" across the chest in red letters.
"So, what do you guys think of Vegeta? You know, the guy with the hair that looks like a flame, the loud mouthed one," Bulma asked.
"He was alright, but that guy with the crazy hair, Goku, he was so much cuter," Chichi replied.
"Chichi, he was like totally stupid!" Bulma argued.
"No he wasn't!" He was sweet," she said with a dreamy look. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Ok, 18, who was cuter?" she asked turning to the blond.
"The little short bald guy, Krillin, was cute." She replied with a sly smile.
"Arg!" Bulma sighed in defeat and skated off. They continued to skate until the song was over, and then they went back to the guys.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So which one do you think is hotter, Kakkarot?" Vegeta asked crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "I liked the 'Innocent' girl," Goku replied. "I liked 'Fuck,'" Krillin said. "Both of you are wrong, that blue haired bitch was the hottest," Vegeta told them matter-of-factly. "She was pretty but the girl with the black hair was prettier," Goku said. "Whatever," Vegeta sneered. Just then the three girls skated up. "Hey, did you miss me?" Bulma purred, skating up to Vegeta. "Of course," he replied pulling her into his lap. Goku gave him a curious look, but he just winked. "Would you two get a room or something?!" 18 said. Bulma glared at 18 then wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck and started nibbling on his ear. "Okay, just don't do THAT in PUBLIC," came 18's sarcastic reply. Bulma looked at her and flicked her off. 18 rolled her eyes. A couple guys came over to the group, Bulma guessed they were Vegeta and Goku and Krillin's friends. Bulma stood up, "C'mon Chi, I gotta use the bathroom." She said. "Why does she have to come with you to the bathroom, woman?" Vegeta asked. "Because.because I said so, and because its none of your business." Bulma retorted. "Well, what do you guys do in there that you need your friends to do?" he asked. 18 stood up. "We do girlie stuff," she said grabbing her friends by the wrists and dragging them off to the bathroom. Vegeta shook his head and skated after them. He stood by the side of the rink watching the people skate by, keeping his eye on the bathroom. His friend Derek came up to him, "So, Veggie, how close are you to that $150?" he asked. "I just need a number?" he asked. "$50 for a kiss, $150 for digits and a kiss," he said. "Alright," Vegeta growled. "You want some action, I'll show you some action." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The three girls walked into the bathroom.
"Okay," Chichi said turning to Bulma, "what was it that you do in here that you need me for again?"
Bulma shrugged, "nothing, I just wanted to talk." She said.
"Hey, do you have some lip gloss?" the threesome looked toward the mirror. Standing there was a girl with long brown hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Brooke," she said sticking out her hand.
"Bulma," Bulma said reaching out to shake it.
"Oh, hi, I'm Chichi, and this is 18," Chichi said introducing them.
"Oh, well, that's nice, but I don't have time for this. Now, do any of you have any lip gloss?" she asked in a snobbish tone. Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"No we don't," she snapped, "who are you trying to look cute for anyways?" she asked looking the girl up and down.
Brooke sneered, "I AM looking cute for my boyfriend, Yamcha." She said pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Bulma was about to say something when she realized what the girl had just said. *Her boyfriend, Yamcha? Why that no good dirty rotten cheating little--* Bulma could hardly contain herself in her rage.
"He is so cute, and sweet too, here I have a picture," Brooke said dreamily taking a picture out of her purse. Bulma snatched it, thinking to herself that it must be some mistake, it couldn't be the same Yamcha, could it? Her fears were confirmed when she saw her boyfriend, standing in a park with his arm draped around Brooke. They were both smiling. She handed the picture back as a single tear ran down her cheek.
Brooke gathered up her things, "Well, girlies, it's been a waste of my time talking to you, so goodbye." And with that she walked out the door.
Bulma wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time she had caught him cheating on her for some slutty piece of ass that he had managed to get for a good lay, but a girlfriend? How long had this been going on without her knowing? She picked up her cell phone and dialed Yamcha's cell phone.
She looked out the door and was almost sick with what she saw. Yamcha was holding Brooke up against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was kissing her neck. *God, he can't even get a fucking room* she thought to herself as she heard it ring.
Chichi and 18 just stood behind her. "This should be interesting," Chichi said quietly as she watched Bulma's face turn redder and redder with rage. They watched as Yamcha pulled back and picked up his phone.
"Hello," he said.
"Yamcha, this is Bulma," she said icily.
"What's up babe?" he asked.
"Why are you out of breath?" she snapped.
"I was, uh, out jogging," he said.
*That lying bastard* she thought. She sneered. "In a skating rink?"
He looked around. "What, where are you?" he asked.
"How dumb do you think I am Yamcha?" her voice rose a notch.
"I-I don't think your dumb Bulma," he said defensively.
"You act like it." Before he could answer she continued, "I ran into your 'girlfriend' in the bathroom," she said.
"Girlfriend? Who? Cindy? Johanna? Megan?"
She couldn't believe it. "OH MY GOD YAMCHA! YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!" she shouted. She snapped the phone shut and stalked out of the bathroom. She stomped over to him.
"B-Bulma," he stuttered. Brooke just stood there glaring at Bulma. Bulma paid no attention to her, this was between her and Yamcha.
"Yamcha, I am so tired of you and your cheating," she took a deep breath, trying to control her rage. "Yamcha, we're through," she said. "I know, I should have done this a long time ago, but, well.we're through as of now."
"Bulma wait! I can explain! Please Bulma, let me explain," he begged. Brooke watched with disgust.
"Yamcha, there is nothing to explain. We're through," she said getting slightly agitated. First he wanted to cheat on her, now he wanted to come crawling back.
"Well, fine! I can do better than you anyways!" he shouted as she started to walk away. She turned slowly, "How DARE you, you bastard!"
"Bulma, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry," he ran up to her and grabbed her forearms. She yanked her arm out of his grasp and slapped him. She started to walk away when she was Vegeta standing there, watching, and smirking at her. He had seen the whole thing.
"Why you little bitch," Yamcha yelled stalking toward her. She spun around to receive a slap to the face. She fell to the ground as he hit her twice more. She cowered waiting for the next blow, but it didn't come. She looked up uncertainly and saw Vegeta punching Yamcha. *Now that's a man,* she thought, *defending a woman he doesn't even know* She stood up on shaky legs.
"Vegeta, stop, you're going to kill him," she said.
"So?"
"Vegeta stop, security is coming,"
He immediately dropped Yamcha and stood up searching her eyes.
"There they are!" they looked over and saw Brooke walking toward them with two security guards.
"Holy shit," one of them said as they saw Yamcha trying to stand up, wiping the trickle of blood running out of his nose and down his face. He ran off to go call an ambulance.
"Um, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you two to leave," the other one said.
"Oh, he doesn't have to leave. It was her," Brooke said sliding over to Vegeta and rubbing his arm. Bulma glared at her.
"No, it was both of them," the security guard said. "Now, please, leave,"
They nodded and started to walk toward the exit, side by side. Bulma looked back at Yamcha one last time as he was standing up. He spit out more blood and looked at her. There was so much hate in his eyes, it made her shiver, made her cower in fear. She knew, at that instant that he wouldn't go down without a fight. He wouldn't let Vegeta humiliate him like that without getting his revenge.
Vegeta felt the small woman next to him shiver and he looked down at her. She turned away but grabbed his hand. They walked over to his black mustang. She looked up at him, fear shining in her bright eyes. "I-I'm scared." She said quietly.
"What are you scared of woman?" he asked.
"He-he's going to get me. They'll keep him in the hospital for a while, but he'll be coming back to get me, I just know it, and I'm-I'm scared." She just couldn't keep it in any longer. So she cried. Right there in the parking lot, she cried.
"Come here woman," he commanded. She sniffed and shuffled over to him and he held her. Forgetting everything else, he held her. She felt so safe in his arms, like everything was okay and nothing could ever hurt her.
He set her up on the hood of his car and wiped the tears from here eyes with the back of his hand.
"Woman, will you be okay?" he asked.
She sniffed. "Yes, I think so."
"So what were you fighting about anyways," he asked. He was so nosy.
"I caught him cheating with that little bitch, Brooke," she spat. He smirked.
"So that means your single now, doesn't it?" he asked. She had to laugh.
"I guess so," He smirked even wider. She shook her head. He lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes, and then he kissed her. Kissed her like she had never been kissed before. It wasn't a smooth kiss, but a rough, powerful kiss. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed her waist and grinded their hips together. She wrapped her legs around him when suddenly. "Damn, we leave you guys alone for a minute and you're already all over each other." Bulma never hated 18 more as she walked out followed by Krillin, Chichi, and Goku and some of their friends. Bulma felt kind of awkward in the position she was in, so she reluctantly untangled herself from Vegeta's body and hopped off the hood of the car. Her cheeks took on a slightly crimson tint when Chichi and 18 gave her thumbs up. Vegeta crossed his arms and humphed. Derek came up to him, "Yeah, baby! You're real quick! Ha ha! Alright, I owe you $50!!" he shouted patting Vegeta on the back. Bulma looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then shook her head.
They heard a horn honk and everyone turned as a long black limo drove up. "Well, that's our ride, gotta go!" 18 said pulling Bulma and Chichi toward the limo.
"Hold on 18," Bulma said. She walked back over to Vegeta, "You got a pen?" she asked. He borrowed a pen from Derek and gave it to her and she wrote her phone number on his arm and on a piece of paper as well, just in case he washed it off his arm before he called her. She put the pen in her back pocket and kissed him one last time before she turned to leave. They heard another honk. Bulma turned to Vegeta, "Stupid butler," she mumbled, "I gotta go. Call me, okay?" she asked. He nodded. She turned and started walking toward the car.
"Woman," he called jogging up to her.
"What?" she asked.
He grabbed the pen out of her pocket and slapped her on the rear, "forgot this," he said waving the pen. She rolled her eyes and mumbled something about guys not having Asses at home to slap. She climbed into the car and watched out the back window until they were out of sight.
"So what happened Bulma?" Chichi demanded scooting closer.
"Well," Bulma said, "after I left the bathroom, I told Yamcha that we were over and he said that was okay because he could do better than me." 18 and chichi gasped in unison. "Yeah," Bulma said, "Better than me! Anyways, he grabbed my arm so I slapped him and then he started hitting me! So then, here's Vegeta kicking Yamcha's ass! So then I told him to stop, you know, I didn't want Vegeta to kill him, so then here comes Ms. Bitch herself, WITH SECURITY! So, they kicked us out, but it was weird! I look back at Yamcha and he just has this look in his eyes, like he wants to kill me or something! It was so scary! So blah, blah, blah, and we're kissing!" she said.
"Whoa, whoa, blah, blah, blah, doesn't tell us much," 18 said.
"Yes, we need details, Bulma Briefs," Chichi said.
"Okay, okay, so I was really scared cuz' of that look Yamcha gave me, right, so we were holding hands, and then.. Oh, look at that, we're home!" Bulma jumped out of the car and ran into the house.
"No she didn't!" Chichi yelled, running after her. 18 just shook her head and walked in after the two girls. It was going to be a long night.
Okay, whadja think? Good? Bad? Both? What? Make sure you review and tell me what you thought. I can always use ideas so review!
~Yup