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So did you guys like the story so far? You guys dont review that offen, But I refuse to upset my fans! So I updated!
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It was three days after Bulma was finally released from the hospital. She stayed in the retched place for three months. The cast was off and the gash was gone. It was Friday, ninth week of the first semester.
"You sure you're OK Blue?" Goku asked Bulma as she got out of her car. They were at the school parking lot.
Bulma encapsulated her car and looked at Goku.
She rolled her eyes at her long-time friend's concern. "Son-kun, we've been over this. I'm FINE!" she enunciated the last part slowly.
Goku nodded, but still glanced her way every now and then. Vegeta walked up to the two with the rest of the gang in tow. Bulma automatically went to Vegeta's side. After hearing how concerned and caring he was, it was the least she could do; being his wife-to-be and all. Hikaru decided to give the two some space. It would be wrong just to interrupt their moment.
Vegeta smirked and looked wrapped his arm around Bulma. Bulma looked up to him and comfortably laid her head back against his chest. The group were both uncomfortable and happy about the sudden couple. Who knew that they would end up together?
"So….. Now what?" 17 said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
The group cleared their throats. Bulma let the rest of her body relax into Vegeta's hold as the group wondered. They all arrived early, a little TOO early. Like an HOUR early. They were all bored and decided to just meet up.
Vegeta felt Bulma relax and leaned against his car that was coincidentally parked next to Goku's. He propped his foot against the front and put his hands behind him, keeping himself up. Bulma was leaning against Vegeta and slipped from his grasp as she felt him lean. She landed on her butt. Vegeta burst out laughing at his fallen girlfriend. More or less.
Bulma got up and rubbed her ass and gave a death glare to Vegeta. "You Meanie! You probably did that on purpose!" she exclaimed.
Vegeta smirked. "And what if I did? What would you do about it woman?" he sneered.
Vegeta's smirk widened as Bulma's face was turning three different shades of red. Her hands were at her sides and balled up into tight fists. Her eyes were narrowed until they were angry thin lines.
"YOU ASS!" she yelled.
"Thanks 'butt' calm down tipsy maybe a trip back to the hospital would be needed afterall or did you have a few drinks last night?" Vegeta laughed while rasing a brow.
The group laughed at Vegeta's remark. But the only thing that didn't make since, was that he was a virgin. So he didn't know how to fuck.
Bulma had another five shades of red show until steam was literally coming out of her ears.
"Asshole"
"Bitch."
"Brat!"
"Twat."
Bulma gasped and her fists got tighter until they were white. "Manwhore"
"Slut."
"Douchebag!"
"Whore."
This was so entertaining! Vegeta's smirk got wider and wider until he was almost smiling with amusement.
