| Disclaimer: Last chapter of my story, I don’t own DBZ! (A/N: The prank is lame, but the rest of the chapter is pretty good I think lol. ~ Kira ~ Alright I‘d like to thank everyone who made this story possible. Ali (Kerowyn), Beth (Day Dreamer), My two biggest supporters through the whole year it took to write this. Mostly I’d like to thank my readers, I wouldn’t even still be writing if it wasn’t for you guys. You encourage me, critique me and kick my butt to work when I don’t feel like it. Thanks to everyone of you guys. Special thanks to Liz (Gotta luv u for the contest entry) and the person who kept iming me and asking me when the next chapter would be out! Thank you, whoever you are! lol. Anyway without further rambling I present the last chapter of To Rule The School, Prom Night Surprises!!! ~ Kira Anne) Prom Night Surprises “I can’t believe its already prom night.” 18 squealed, spinning around in her strapless aqua colored dress. The dress was form fitting and that had an opening in the stomach, to show off her belly button. she wore matching strappy heels and wrap to accessorize her dress, making the dress blend quite well together. Her make up was a shimmery eye shadow and a simple pink gloss. “ Oh I know I can’t believe it either.” Chichi agreed, applying her clear lip gloss. She smiled as she straightened her semi curly hair and smudged her pink eye shadow. Her dress was a pink spaghetti strapped dress that was fitting at the top and flowing at the bottom, however in the back it was backless besides three straps that went across the back. She wore stiletto heels that matched her dress, but weren’t as strappy as 18’s. “Where is Bulma?” “She said she was going to get ready and then drive here with all our things for Yamcha.” 18 explained. “Can you see her driving here in her dress with that car of hers?” “That would be a sight.” Chichi giggled. No sooner than the words left her mouth the sound of Bulma running up the stairs in her spiked heels. The door flung open to reveal a giggly Bulma. She threw a bag down onto the bed and twirled around in a circle. Her dress was a form fitting black gown that was backless with two slits up the side and elbow length evening gloves. Her wavy aqua hair was down and kohl liner adorned her eyes with a shimmery eye shadow on top of it and lipstick was a glossy pink colored. “How does the dress look?” Bulma asked, placing her hands on her hips. “Bulma it looks great. Vegeta’s jaw is just going to hit the ground when he sees you!” “Well that’s the reaction I’m going for.” Bulma laughed. “Okay well I brought the stuff. Now the thong is already wrapped up in the box and the eggs are in there too.” “Oh this is going to be so good.” 18 said, a smirk plastered to her face. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” ~*~ Bulma, 18 and Chichi fled from Chichi’s house quietly, piling into the convertible Bulma was driving. Yamcha’s house was just down the street from Chichi’s so 18 dialed Yamcha’s number and waited. “Hello?” Yamcha’s voice answered calmly. “Hey Yamcha, its 18. We’ve got a package for you...its a little prom night gift. Now we’re gonna drop it off at your house so we need you to be outside your house to pick it up. Can you do that?” 18 asked calmly. “Sure.” “Great then we’ll be there in a couple seconds.”18 said, turning off the phone. “Lets roll.” ~*~ Yamcha was waiting in front of his house when the girls drove up, waiting in his tux. They slowed to a stop but left the engine running and the car in gear. “Well here you go Yamcha.” 18 said, tossing Yamcha the small package almost in front of him before tossing each girl in the car a few eggs. Yamcha bent down to get the package and when he got up again the girls had already began their assault. He opened his mouth to yell at the girls but Bulma hit him in the face with an egg before he got the change to speak. “Don’t ever gamble on us again Yamcha.” Bulma yelled, before speeding off. ~*~ Once the girls made it back to Chichi’s house they went inside quickly and waited patiently for their dates to arrive. The room was in dead silence as the girls touched up their make up and fixed their hair. “I can’t believe this is prom night.” Chichi sighed. “It seems like high school was just too short...I wish I could do it all again.” “Personally I’d just like to do this year again. Its not every year you fall in love.” Bulma said, smiling. “I think we all fell in love, it just took us three years to get with the right people.” 18 laughed. “Oh! That reminds me! Bulma you’ll be thrilled to know that 17 got a date. He’s going to the prom with Seri. He’s had a crush on her forever so everything worked out.” “That’s good to hear. By the way who is Marron going to the prom with?” Bulma asked, in an amused tone. “She’s going with Yamcha.” Chichi explained, her voice seething with sympathy before breaking into laughter. The girls giggled in unison for several moments before a loud horn grabbed their attention, their limo was outside and their dates getting out. “Wouldn’t that figure, they are late.” 18 laughed, getting up and opening the door. “Its prom night and you can’t even get here on time?” “Yeah well we had to wait for the limo, the limo was late, not us.” Krillin explained, kissing 18 gently. “You look beautiful.” “Yeah well you don’t look too bad yourself shorty.” 18 complimented. Chichi smiled as Goku stepped forward and smiled. “Chichi..” Goku breathed as his jaw dropped and he could say nothing. “You look...so...” “Kakarott, just say beautiful or we’ll be standing here all night.” Vegeta growled, crossing his arms over his chest. Chichi glared at him, but picked up her dress and walked over to Goku and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “Vegeta, play nice.” Bulma ordered as she stepped forward and crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta’s jaw almost hit the ground as he stared at Bulma in amazement. He had never seen her look so beautiful. “Oh for once you don’t have any smart come backs, but you can’t seem to compliment me either.” “You wish woman.” Vegeta said in an amused tone a smirk plastered to his face, but still trying to hide his shock. Bulma smiled as she stepped out of the door way and closed the door and walking over to him. “You can’t hide it Vegeta, we both know I look stunning.” Bulma said, kissing him quickly and turning away from him. Vegeta grabbed her arm and brought her back to her spot quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Woman, for once your right.” Vegeta said lowly kissing her again. ~*~ By the time the group arrived the high school’s gymnasium was already filled with hundreds of couples enjoying their last high school blow out. It was sad in a way that what was called the best years of their life were almost over. But that thought was cast aside for the moment and an air of abandon ruled the night. The group had found a quiet little table in the front corner of the room and left their things there before deciding to go their own separate ways. Goku had decided to go raid the buffet before anything else, which was no surprise to anyone. 18 and Krillin decided to sit a while and wait for Yamcha and Marron to arrive before doing anything, while Bulma was begging Vegeta to dance. “Come on Vegeta, please dance with me.” “No woman.” Vegeta said simply, crossing his arms over his chest in a determined way. “Vegeta, you know you want to dance with me.” Bulma said flirtatiously, pouting sadly. “No.” “Yes.” Bulma insisted, wrapping her arms around his neck. “No.” “If you dance with me I’ll make it worth your time, I promise.” Bulma promised, kissing him slowly. “Fine.” Vegeta agreed hesitantly, Bulma giggled as she grabbed his hand and drug him off without another word. ~*~~*~ Inside the prom the group got a table with Yamcha, Marron, Jenny and Chad. Marron spent the night glaring hatefully at Chad for busting her black mail scheme and blowing off Yamcha to dance. Chad stared at Bulma lustfully and Vegeta viciously while Jenny begged Chad to dance. Finally less than a half hour into the night Chad got pissed off and left with Jenny reluctantly. Yamcha simply spent most of the night eating since he was then dateless. (A/N: The next events are all at the same point of the story, it just switches p.o.v’s in a way. ~ that line means a switch in points. k?) About half way through the prom Seri took the stage and dismissed the band playing and turned to her classmates. “Hello everyone! Hope your having a great time so far, but now its time to announce the king and queen of the prom.” Seri giggled. Everyone in the crowd cheered loudly at this in anticipation. “Alright and the lucky couple is....Krillin and 18!” 18 smiled and kissed Krillin in congratulations while Bulma and Chichi squealed in delight. Krillin and 18 quickly climbed onto the stage where Seri placed their crowns on their heads and turned over the mic to them. ~ “If you ask me we would have made a better king and queen.” Vegeta whispered in Bulma’s ear, his arms around her, holding him to her. “You think?” Bulma asked, looking back at him. “Well...maybe. I mean obviously I was born to be a king, but I guess I’d could settle for you as my queen.” Vegeta teased, a smirk adorning his face. “You know Vegeta I think I'm in love with you...a beautiful genius in love with an asshole like you.” Bulma admitted. “Well if you want to call it love then fine. I call it waiting for a good lay.” Bulma giggled as she turned and kissed Vegeta, knowing no matter what he called it he’d stay with her. ~ “Would Bulma and Vegeta please either get a room or listen?” 18 laughed, the whole crowd turning and looking at the couple. Bulma pulled away from Vegeta blushing heavily while Vegeta simply kept smirking at her embarrassment. “Thank you. Well obviously we’d like to thank you guys for this honor but I think I speak for Krillin when I say I’d like to thank you all for just having a great four years of high school.” “Yeah and thanks for the party’s Seri!” Krillin laughed, taking the mic from 18. “Alright since we’re up here we gotta do something that's purely off subject. So would Chichi and Goku please come up here?” Goku and Chichi appeared on stage a few moments later. Chichi looking very confused and Goku looking very nervous. “Okay we’ve got them up here so see ya!” Krillin said, handing the mic over to Goku. “Alright um I guess this is a little personal, but yeah.” Goku mumbled, reaching into his pocket and getting out something. Slowly he got down on one knee and opened up a small box in his hand, revealing a diamond ring. “Chichi since the day I met you nearly four and a half years ago I knew I had to marry you. The last couple months have been the best of my life and I’d like to have the rest of my life be the best too. So would you marry me?” Chichi looked at Goku stunned, tears running down her face, and nodded. Goku removed the ring from the box and slipped it onto Chichi’s finger before getting up and kissing her. The entire room broke out into applause and yelling of encouragement. Chichi and Goku broke apart at the applause and moved off stage quickly. Once off stage Chichi turned to Goku and began to cry more. “Now I know why you were so nervous.” Chichi said softly, before Goku kissed her yet again. ~*~ After Goku had made his big announcement Bulma went off in search of some punch, finding Yamcha at the food table. He looked very bored, secretly spiking his own punch by the table. “Hey Yamcha.” Bulma greeted, deciding to be nice. “Holy shit your being nice to me?” Yamcha asked, apparently slightly tipsy. “Yamcha you were the one who called me a slut and hated me because I wasn’t popular.” Bulma scoffed, pouring herself some punch. “Nah I didn’t really hate you...you were just an....outsider.” Yamcha said, swirling his punch. “Right.” Bulma nearly laughed. “Yeah...Yeah...I feel really bad for being such an asshole with the bet and shit. Its just that Vegeta’s just so fucking cocky sometimes...” Yamcha began, Bulma listening intently. “I guess I’m sorry. I kinda started you and Vegeta, but kinda fucked it up too.” “Yeah whatever Yamcha.” Bulma said, sipping her punch. “Look Yamcha your drinking, its not good. Go get yourself out of here. I mean c’mon Marron isn’t gonna care. We won’t care. Just go, your not having any fun here.” Bulma suggested, turning away from him and heading back to the group’s table. Yamcha simply shrugged as he watched after her. What the hell what did he have to do anyway? ~*~ After four cups of coffee Yamcha felt sober enough to go home in the limo he had rented for the night. On the way out he heard arguing at the side of the building, deciding to further investigate he moved slowly towards the noise. “Come on baby, there’s no one around.” Yamcha winced, he knew Chad’s smooth voice and hated it. “No Chad. I told you I wanna break up. All you ever do is try to get with Bulma and I'm sick of it. I hear the way you moan her name softly when your fucking me! I can’t take it anymore.” Jenny’s voice persisted, panic creeping in it. Yamcha peeked around the corner where he could see the two. Jenny’s shoulders were being pinned to the wall while Chad kissed her neck forcefully. “Come on baby, you never objected before so why not just one last time?” Chad asked, his hand pulling up her silk pink dress and fondling her. “NO CHAD!” Jenny yelled, struggling violently against him now. “Shut up you bitch!” He yelled back, striking her hard in the face. Jenny began weeping almost immediately, her sobs loud and painful. “Yeah cry like the baby you are. Even Bulma never cried when I hit her. She took it like a woman. But you, your such a slut. That’s all you’ll ever be, an easy lay. At that point Yamcha got involved, moving quickly and pulling Chad off of Jenny, hitting him hard in the jaw, knocking him out quickly. Chad fell into some garbage while Yamcha turned his attention to Jenny. “Are you okay?” He asked Jenny, helping her up. Jenny looked at him fearfully but wiped the tears from her black and blue eye and covering herself. “Yeah I’m okay.” Jenny said, her voice soft. “Bulma always said he was an asshole.” “I guess he was right though.” Jenny said, as she turned from him and walked out to the sidewalk. “No, not quite. I mean no one deserves to be hit.” Yamcha interjected, following her. “Oh yes that is something to hear coming from someone like you. What do you care anyway? You never gave a damn before.” Jenny snapped, not moving from her spot. “Well I mean I’m still a human being. I know no one deserves to be hit, even once.” Yamcha said. “It wasn’t the first time.” Jenny yelled, turning to face him, her shame present in her brown eyes. Yamcha scanned her quietly. Her bright pink hair was disheveled and her dress slightly torn from Chad. “Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole. Do you need a ride home?” Yamcha asked. “Yeah... I guess I do since I came with Chad.” Jenny admitted. “Well then let me take you home. I have a limo waiting. I mean I had to take Marron but she blew me off the entire night. Not that I’d really want to spend prom with her...Her personality isn’t very...interesting.” Yamcha explained. Jenny laughed at this, her sobs ceasing. “So can I take you home?” Jenny nodded, letting Yamcha lead her to the car. ~*~ When the limo finally pulled up to Jenny’s house Yamcha had her laughing instead of crying. She smiled at him as she opened the door to the car and got out. Yamcha got out as well, deciding to walk her to her door since she still seemed a little shaken up. “Yamcha thanks for rescuing me and making me laugh...I think Chad would have raped me on the spot if you hadn’t have been there.” Jenny said seriously. “No problem.” Yamcha said modestly. “Um Jenny I was wondering graduation is next week and the group has a little dinner planned we’ve had every year at the end of the year, but this year I'm banned from coming if I bring Marron so I was wondering if you might want to go? I mean I think Bulma would like that since your best friends and all.” Jenny smiled gently and placed a hand on his scared cheek. “Is that a yes?” “I’d love to go.” Jenny agreed, leaning in and kissing him gently. “Thank you for saving me again.” She nearly whispered as she opened her front door and slipped in closing the door. Yamcha smiled as he walked down the walkway from her house. He had a feeling this was the first encounter of a many to come. ~*~*~*~*~ |