| Author’s Note: Just an idea… don’t worry! Vegeta gets beefy later… LOL! What I Once Was, and What I Now Am By: Vegeta's Blue-Haired Angel “Ok ready, play your F scale,” Bulma said. “Only B flat, right?” asked a scrawny boy, wearing black jeans, and a white dress shirt with a pocket protector in his breast pocket. “Yes, very good! You’re really getting this!” Bulma exclaimed. The boy smirked and put the oboe to his mouth. Out came the scratchy tones of: F, G, A, and B flat… “Support your air, take a deep breath!” Bulma commanded in a soft tone. The boy straightened his posture and took a deep breath, descending the scale. The last note came out with quivering anxiety. “Great! You’re doing awesome Vegeta!” Bulma said, grinning at him. Vegeta beamed and gave her an appreciative smile. Suddenly the school bell rang, signifying the end of the period. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, you have two choices… you can either come over my house, or we can skip the weekend practice all together,” Bulma said, picking up her books. “Um, how about your house,” Vegeta said, hiding his face behind his oboe case, enabling Bulma to see the blush that burned his cheeks. “All right, come over about… hmm… one-ish?” Bulma said. “Ok, see you then,” Vegeta said, watching Bulma exit the room. “Bye,” she called over her shoulder. Vegeta let out a sigh of relief when Bulma was gone. The band teacher came over and stared at the door Bulma just exited. “She’s something, isn’t she?” he asked. “Uh-huh,” Vegeta answered. “Too bad she’s with that Yamcha fellow, he only abuses her… but you know what?” “What?” “She is always strong, doesn’t cry or complain, nothing. I remember when he gave her a black eye, her eyes didn’t even water,” the teacher said. “Yea, I wish I could give that guy a black eye,” Vegeta said, balling his hand into a fist. “So do a lot of other people, I just don’t understand why she doesn’t dump him,” “Me either…” “Well, I’ll be seeing you Vegeta, good luck,” the teacher said, exiting the room before Vegeta could get his question out. (Sorry, I know the teacher is nosy but that’s not as bad as my band teacher! He was sitting there in my flute lesson watching these kids make out! I was like, HELLO? It was hilarious!) ‘Good luck? What did he mean?’ Vegeta pondered as he sprinted through the hall to his locker. ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? “Hey, babe!” Yamcha said, sauntering up to Bulma. “Hey, what’s up?” Bulma asked, checking to make sure she had everything from her locker. “Do you wanna do something this weekend, like Saturday?” Yamcha asked. “Can’t, sorry, I have oboe lessons!” Bulma said, shutting her locker. “You can cancel! I mean, Vegeta, isn’t anything worth your time!” Yamcha said. Bulma set her mouth to a scowl. “Maybe YOU aren’t worth my time,” Bulma said, stiffly walking away. ‘You are so lucky we’re in school, I’ll get you later,’ Yamcha thought, turning away. A petite red head walked by; Yamcha followed like a panther stalking his prey. ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? The shriek of the last bell echoed through the school. All the teenagers got up and ran from their classrooms, with the usual cloud of dust following them. Cliques of people gathered in the hall or outside the school. Two boys were waiting at a most unusual place, however. ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? Vegeta hurried from his last period, he only need one more minute to complete his homework, so he stayed in his seat while his fellow peers scurried from the classroom, as if it was infected with some deadly virus. One person, besides him, however took her time leaving, Bulma. Vegeta remembered what she was wearing: a tight black shirt with the words, “Can’t sleep Clowns will eat me,” over and over, and black baggy cargo pants with yellow on the pockets. “See ya tomorrow, Vegeta,” she said, waving before slowly walking out of the room. The teacher looked up at Vegeta and gave him a knowing glance. Almost all of Bulma and Vegeta's teachers suspected something about them. Vegeta was brought out of his trance as he reached his locker, there leaning against it was none other Yamcha and his posse, Vernon. Vernon was a medium sized guys packet with muscles. He had tan skin and dark hair and eyes. Vernon was Liz’s boyfriend. Liz is one of Bulma’s best friends. Liz of course didn’t like Yamcha. “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the little worm, Vegeta.” Yamcha said, walking over to Vegeta. “So you like hitting on my girlfriend, eh? Well let me tell you something, anyone, and I mean anyone, who touches what is mine will be beaten to a pulp… and I guess today’s your day…” Yamcha said, cracking his knuckles. Vernon smirked as Vegeta backed away. Yamcha walked forward and grabbed Vegeta by his shirt collar ready to hit him when. “Vernon!” Liz called, “Hey! How… are…………you?” Liz saw Yamcha holding Vegeta by his collar. “Hey, Yam-breath! Put Vegeta down now!” Liz said, stomping over to Yamcha. “Liz, stop! You might get hurt!” Vernon said, panic in his voice. “The only one getting hurt here is Yamcha,” Liz said, lifting her sleeve. She rammed Yamcha into a locker, causing him to drop Vegeta. “Stay away from him, you asshole!” Liz shouted, punching Yamcha in the face repeatedly. “VERNON! CONTROL YOUR GIRLFRIEND, OR I WILL!” Yamcha called. Vernon immediately ran over to the battling Liz and grabbed her around the middle, slinging her over his shoulder. Liz still kicking and flailing her fist shouted, “Put me down! NOW!” “Hold her so I can finish the job!” Yamcha shouted. Grabbing Vegeta, who was trying to get away. “No, Vernon, I swear to Kami, if you do this then you and I are OVER!” Liz shouted, hitting Vernon in the back. Vernon slowly put Liz down and wrapped his arms around her stomach. She watched in horror as Yamcha took one good swing and sent Vegeta reeling across the hallway! She couldn’t take it so she brought her arm out, “Sorry ‘bout this Vernon,” she elbowed Vernon in the stomach, who doubled over in pain, letting Liz go. Liz sprinted to Yamcha and tackled him once again, bringing him to the ground. “RUN Vegeta!” she shouted, struggling to keep Yamcha to the ground. Vegeta didn’t need to be told twice as he ran past the doubled over Vernon. He was almost out the door when a shrill shriek emitted from the hallway. He paused, sweating and cursing under his breath for being so weak. He heard footsteps and ran towards his car. ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . ? ? ? ? “Really? Oh my… I can’t… wait… did he…yep… no… huh… yea I heard but I…” Bulma was talking on the phone with Liz, who was filling her in with all the details on the fight. “So, now I have detention! It sucks!” Liz said, huffily. “Yea, and Yamcha gave you a black eye?” “Mm-hm… a shiner, right on the left! You should’ve seen the way he was groping himself when I kicked him in his precious,” Liz said, laughing, “I’m sorry to say this Bulma, but if I had a boyfriend like Yamcha, who is picking on lesser fighters… then I would totally dump him! He doesn’t deserve you!” “I know, but remembered last time I tried? I couldn’t walk for a week… I called the police, but since his dad is head of the force they just brushed it off, as a ‘misunderstanding,’ It’s a load of cock and bull if you ask me!” Bulma said, frustrated. “I know, but someone’s gotta talk to that boy,” Liz said, shaking her head (Too bad Bulma can’t see it though! LOL). “He’s not all that bad---” “Riiiiiight, Bulma…” Liz said, not believing her. “Well, at least he’s not like… Vernon!” “And what’s wrong with Vernon?” “LOOK AT HIM! GEEZ TALK ABOUT A HUGE SHNOZE!” Bulma said, bursting out in giggles. “O-k… whatever!” “Oh, come on! I was just kidding!” “You’d better be or I’d have to come over there and kick someone else’s ass today!” “Oh you think you can?” “DUH!” “Bring it then!” “Alright, punk, tonight at the pier! I’ll kick your ass then throw you into the water, incompetent ass (My friend and I were shouting insults at each other during a tennis match… that kinda slipped from my mouth! The other team started cracking up!)!” Liz said, shrieking in a fit of laughter. “All right, get ya booty ova there and we’ll see who is gonna kick whose ass!” Bulma said, laughing as well. ”Must I mind you WHO is on the martial arts team?” Liz gloated, “You’re too much of a girly-girl…” “Don’t start with me boy! Anyway, what are ya gonna do about Vernon?” “I’m gonna see what he does… if he apologizes… whatever… he’s so sweet at times it’s unbelievable!” “Ok, Liz, calm down before you get any wetter than you already are,” Bulma said, stifling a laugh as she heard Liz’s outraged gasp on the other end. “How dare you! Humph! GOOD BYE!” Liz said, not before adding, “Call ya later! Tee hee.” Author’s Note: Whaddya think?????? Good, bad, take off internet? TELL ME! REVIEW! |