A Wet Experience

Gosh guys… you really like the story that much?  Wow… I’m touched.  I really am.  So… I decided… hey, why not?  Every story has its low point at some point and time, and the author will have to work through it.  It took me a while to get myself to admit that.  I realize now that I was just trying to take the easiest path.  It’s human nature.  But hey, if it means that much to you guys, I guess I can take the detour.  ^_~

Ok peeps, here’s the deal.  I’m going to put it in bold so everyone will notice.  AS MUCH AS I AM TOUCHED BY THE THOUGHT OF SO MANY PEOPLE WANTING TO E-MAIL ME AND ME E-MAIL THEM BACK, I CAN’T.  I REPEAT, I CANNOT E-MAIL YOU BACK.  Woo, good thing that’s out of my system.  See, lots of people want me to e-mail them saying when the next chapter is going to be up, but I seriously can’t because someone who wants me to e-mail them could be a psycho stalker.  People really can trace you down that way, all the way down to where you live and stuff.  And people have died that way.  So, to stay on the safe side, just put all your questions, comments, flames, etc. in your reviews.  And as for updates, like I’ve said before, just check back every now and then.  It’s not like it will be the end of the world if I don’t tell you THE EXACT DAY that I update.  Sorry if this causes any inconvenience for some of you, but this is just the safest way for me.  And plus, if I die from a psycho stalker, who will be there to finish the story?  ^_~

And… I’ve also noticed something else in your reviews.  Some of you have suggested the idea of me giving the story to someone else to finish.  **cough cough** THE FLYING PEN **cough cough**  And sincerely, the thought has crossed my mind more than once.  It seemed like a great idea.  BUT THE STORY’S MINE, YOU WEAKLINGS!  MINE!!!!!  HAHAHAHA!  ^_^’  Just kidding.  Actually, I really don’t think I could do that.  It would require sending the story via e-mail so that the other author could post it, and e-mailing is something that I can’t do.  (As I’ve told you all a million times before.)  Well, unless the author was just SO DARN DETERMINED to post my story that he/she copied off the web pages and pasted into a word document.  Hmmm… now there’s an idea.  I’ll think about it, if I really don’t feel up to finishing the story again.

Gosh… I desperately wish I could get to know some of you guys.  Does FanFiction.Net have chat rooms?????  I have no clue.  Guess I’ll have to check it out.

Disclaimer:  I don’t own Dragon Ball Z.  Too bad.  So sad.

Author’s Notes:  Some of you have been complaining that there hasn’t been a lot of Kakarroto/Chi-Chi action going on.  **Chanting of ‘we want romance!  we want romance!’ in the background**  And yes, I do realize this.  Sorry all you Kakarroto/Chi-Chi fans.  I know I’m letting you guys down for the moment.  But there will be more action soon!  It just wouldn’t be a Kakarroto/Chi-Chi romance if there weren’t.

Q/A: 

Pan2k:  They have 3 main categories for their tests, which proceed as so: beauty & outfitting, manners & class, and personality.  I’m not going to try and bore you with the same type of testing being done over and over again, so the categories might move along fairly quickly.

Adli:  Glad you like the story.  ^_^  And thanks for caring about my little issue with Adam.  Um…  Well, he doesn’t like Lillian anymore, I suppose that’s good.  But he does have this crush on ANOTHER friend of mine named Dana.  Grrrr, IS HE JUST TRYING TO TORTURE ME?!?!  But the good part is, Dana’s already taken, so he’s not boyfriend/girlfriend with her… yet.  -_-  He says I’m too, ‘deep’ for him.  In other words, he doesn’t like me because I’m not as bouncy, talkative, and feminine as the rest of the girls in my class.  Arg!  Boys make me so mad!  HOW CAN THEY BE SO DARN CUTE, YET AT THE SAME TIME SO… SO… STUPID?!?!?

Author’s Comments:  

Hendrix’s Mermaid:  ROTFLMAO!!!!  THAT’S A GREAT WAY TO BE OPTIMISTIC!  ^_~

Ihateyouifudontfinishthidfic:  Gosh… **sniff**  Sorry.  Please don’t hate me.  CAUSE I LOVE YOU!  ^_^

Trunkszgrl:  Wow… thanks.  **blushes**  That compliment really made me feel good.  And yes, I’ll try harder next time.  You wouldn’t believe the fear I had when I posted that little note thing.  I was so afraid of hateful reviews and a bad rep.  But oh well.  What’s done is done and I can’t change that.  Again, thanks for the comment.

Ok, well after this lengthy introduction and the lifelong delay, we finally arrive at the story!  Enjoy!

Steal after my heart, would you?

Bulma stomped down to her room, outraged.  Where in the world did Phoenix find the nerve to do something like that?  She was in a competition to win the Prince’s heart, not his.  Or was that it?  Did he think that she couldn’t win this stupid contest?

Bulma snorted.  She’d show him.  She’d show them alllllll!

The blue-haired female violently pulled the door to her room open, and slammed it behind her.  She glanced at the clock as she headed into her bedroom.  1:10.  She still had 50 minutes left of lunch.

Bulma sighed as she entered her room.  50 minutes….  She considered just heading to the pool anyway, and spending the 50 extra minutes there, but ditched it.  The food in her stomach needed to settle before she went swimming.

Oh well.  Better safe than sorry…

So Bulma spent some time reading from one of her trashy romance novels.  It was a tad confusing, and not all that interesting.  Some guy killed another guy because he was jealous of his girlfriend’s affection, and then that dude suddenly became gay and dumped her.  And then the girl fell in love with her cousin, who died only pages later, after getting hit by a train.  So the girl became depressed, and a certain, handsome guy came to help her out… but hey… wasn’t he the dead guy from before?

Bulma shook her head and decided to stop reading before her brain began to rot.  She sat up, stretched, and suddenly her door opened.  Bulma looked up to see Iiovana enter, smiling.

“Hey.”

“Did you eat to your fill?” Bulma asked.  Iiovana grinned wide, gave her the peace sign, and nodded.  Bulma giggled.

“Yup.  My tummy’s happy!”

“What time is it?”

“1:45.”

“Cool.  I think I’ll go change into my bathing suit.”

“Good idea.  I need to change into my gym clothes too.”

Bulma left around 1:50, having changed into a cute, solid yellow one-piece, put some flip-flops on to match, and taken a large fluffy towel.  Iiovana was still changing in the bathroom when Bulma was done, so the blue-haired female left without saying goodbye.  She strolled down the beautifully carpeted hallways, smiling slyly whenever a guard would stand and gape at her as she went by.

I must be more beautiful than I thought…

Bulma slid the glass door open when she reached the pool area, and walked inside.  There were several chairs by the poolside for lounging in, and there was a diving board about two feet above the water.  But the best part of all was that there was no one in there besides her.  Talk about serenity.  Everything was peacefully quiet, and the water in the pool looked like glass.

Bulma placed her towel down in one of those poolside chairs, and walked over to the edge.  After sticking her toe in and checking to make sure that the water wasn’t freezing cold, she hurried over to the diving board, smiling wide.  It’d been so long since she swam last, and Bulma had longed to experience the feeling again.

She took a running start, then jumped, and dived in.  The cool water rushed upon her skin, touching every square inch of her body, and making her more awake than ever.  She opened her eyes, ignoring the slightly stinging pain it caused.  Bulma waved her hand in front of her face, smiling at its aquatic appearance.  She resurfaced, and inhaled deeply, throwing her hair back.

Bulma continued to breaststroke from one end of the pool to the other, till she was exhausted.  She climbed out on the side of the pool, the water trailing down her legs via gravity.  Her teeth started chattering, and she rushed for her towel; she wrapped herself in it securely, her body shivering, trying to keep itself warm.

Bulma laid out on the poolside chair, smiling.  Swimming was such a great stress reliever for her, and she realized that she’d have to do this more often if she was going to survive in this palace.  The wet, blue-haired female glanced at the clock on the wall, noting its time.

2:45.  I have to stop at 3:29… so… I’ve got about 45 minutes left to go…

The pool door opened, and Bulma looked up.  Her mouth dropped.  There he was, the Prince, standing in his Royal swimming trunks with a towel over his arm, and looking hotter than ever with his shirt off.

He stepped in a ways before catching sight of Bulma.  Their eyes met, and for a moment that contained an eternity, they stared at each other.  Bulma finally swallowed, and stood up, leaving her towel on the chair.  Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, surveying her in her yellow swimsuit.

“Your majesty,” Bulma greeted, nodding.  He snorted.

“What the hell are you doing here?  Shouldn’t you be in the gym, training?”

Bulma’s eyes narrowed.  Why did all the hot guys have to be such jerks?  (cough cough  Adam  cough cough)

“I’m just swimming.  Is that a crime?” she spat.

“It is when you get your filthy little body all in it,” he retorted, strolling over to her.  She gaped at him, her eyes like fire, fed up with his attitude.

“Now you listen here, smart ass!” Bulma growled, taking a step towards him.  Their bodies were only a foot away from each other, and Bulma felt her cheeks growing hot, whether from anger or lust, she didn’t know.  “I know you must have a huge personality problem, being called things like, ‘your majesty’, and ‘sire’, and ‘your highness’ all the time.  But that does not mean I will tolerate this attitude problem of yours!  I’m not intimidated by you like others are.”

Vegeta took a step toward her, and she subconsciously took one back.  Vegeta smirked.  “Says the girl who can’t stand up next to her superior.”  Bulma growled, but before she could say anything back, he brushed past her, tossed his towel into the chair next to hers, and headed for the diving board.

Bulma crossed her arms and looked at him as he easily jumped on top of it, and prepared himself, totally focused.  The blue-haired female watched as, after a few moments, he ran to the end of the diving board, jumped, and somehow managed to do three front flips before diving smoothly under the surface.

She waited for him to resurface.  First 10 seconds past, then 25, and then 50.  She cocked an eyebrow, growing concerned.

He couldn’t have possibly drowned, could he?  Oh crap… did he hit his head on the bottom of the pool?!

Bulma rushed to the side, leaned over, and looked around frantically for him.  Faster than the human eye could see, a hand reached up from the watery surface, grabbed her arm, and pulled her in.  The next thing she knew, she was underwater, and some of the liquid had rushed in her mouth and up her nose.  She quickly swam for the surface, needing oxygen.

Bulma’s head arose from the water, and she gasped for air, coughing.  She grabbed the side of the pool to steady herself as she practically coughed up a lung.  After she was over the shock, Bulma became aware of the sound around her.  And she heard laughter.  A certain Sayian Prince’s laughter….

Bulma turned around angrily to see Vegeta clutching his side, tears coming out of his eyes, and about dead with hysterics.  She snorted, her nostrils stinging from the chlorine.

“That wasn’t funny,” she growled threateningly.  “I thought you were drowning!”

“The… general… idea!” he forced out.  “Damn, that was so funny!  I haven’t laughed so hard in weeks!”

Bulma began gritting her teeth in fury, and lunged at him, catching him off guard.  She grabbed his muscular shoulders, and shoved him underwater.  Bulma grinned triumphantly.

“HA!  SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SNEAKY LITTLE DEVIL!” she shouted.  Air bubbles blew up above his head, and a second later, Bulma was thrown backwards by a playful Sayian Prince.

“Don’t get too cocky!” he chided, folding his arms across his chest.  Bulma stood back up, her hair in front of her face.  She giggled, and ducked back under the surface of the water, brushing her hair back.  She resurfaced to see a smug looking Vegeta.  Bulma studied him, taking note of something odd.

“Hey… I just noticed… your hair still doesn’t droop down even when it’s wet,” Bulma said.  He nodded.

“Of course.  A Sayian’s hair is like that.”

“Well I didn’t know…”

“Stupid.”

Bulma stomped her foot under the water like a small child that had just been denied a trip to the candy store.  “I am NOT stupid!” she huffed.

“Stupid,” Vegeta repeated, smirking.  She growled, and shoved a bunch of water in his face, receiving something like a tidal wave in return.  She was knocked under the surface, and reappeared looking extremely surprised and pissed.

“I hate you.  You and your stupid Sayian strength,” she sulked, throwing her hair back.  Vegeta cocked his head to one side, and walked towards her.  Bulma backed up with uncertainty, till he had her pinned against the back of the pool.  He stopped, barely two inches away from her face.

“You don’t hate me, do you?” he asked nonchalantly, something hidden in his eyes.  Bulma swallowed, a little shaky at their distance.  She didn’t reply for a moment.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, barely auditable.

“I don’t believe it,” he whispered back.  For a moment there, Bulma though he was about to kiss her; but he merely lifted his hand, and shoved several strands of her blue hair behind her ear.  She shivered.

Vegeta chuckled.  “See?”

Bulma blinked.  This was too weird.  She was definitely going to have to tell Iiovana about this.

And especially Chi-Chi… hmmm…

Bulma wondered how her friend was doing, and if she was in any situation with Kakarroto similar to the one she was experiencing at this very moment…

Kakarroto and Chi-Chi strolled down the sidewalk in silence.  Kakarroto looked like he was thinking hard about something, his eyebrows being as furrowed as they were, and Chi-Chi didn’t want to disturb him.

Five minutes later they reached Commander Bardock’s house, still not having said a thing.  Kakarroto sighed as they both stopped, and Chi-Chi looked at him.  H seemed really troubled.

“What’s wrong?” Chi-Chi asked him.  Kakarroto kicked his foot across the ground, and shifted uncomfortably.

“Say… Chi-Chi?  Would you… would you like to go… um…”

“Yes?” she pressed, smiling hopefully out of the corner of her mouth.  Kakarroto swallowed.

“Do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” he mumbled to the ground, so low that she didn’t hear him.

“What?” she asked.  He looked up at her.

“Do you… would you like to go out to dinner with me… tomorrow night?” he repeated.  Chi-Chi’s smile slowly spread until it reached its full length.

“Yes!  Yes of course!”  Kakarroto seemed really relieved, as he sighed, and slumped out of the rigid position he was in.

“Woo!  I was afraid you’d say no…”

“Now why would I say that?” she asked, bewildered.  Kakarroto shrugged, so she merely nodded in return.  They were in silence for a while, and Chi-Chi rocked back and forth on her feet.

“I… suppose I’d better go on home now…” she said.  “Bye.”  Chi-Chi brushed past him, and started on her trip back to her house, when she felt a hand grab her wrist.  She turned around, and was suddenly locked inside her boyfriend’s kiss.

Kakarroto held her body close to his as he kissed her, timidly sticking his tongue inside her mouth.  Chi-Chi openly welcomed him, though, as her tongue met and tickled his.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping her books without a care.

But then, as suddenly as it began, Kakarroto stopped it, looking a little shocked with himself.  He blushed, and madly dashed across his front yard and into his house.  Chi-Chi shook her head in disbelief as he disappeared, not even saying goodbye.

“What a goof,” she whispered, though smiling at what he’d just done.  “I have got to tell Bulma this!”

Bulma walked down the palace hallways, wrapped tightly in a towel and dripping wet, heading for the gym.  After the whole pool incident, she had quickly gotten out, finding herself more than uncomfortable.  And then when she left, Bulma realized that she had 10 minutes to go till 3:29 arrived.  So she decided to sit and watch Iiovana till their workout period was over.

She pulled the gym’s door open, and was met with the sound of shouts from above.  Bulma looked up, and saw something very spectacular.  The other girls were playing some sort of game.  It reminded her of soccer more than anything.

Iiovana was bouncing a ball the size of a volleyball on her foot with great skill, surveying the girls in front of her.  Zoë was guarding a large, circular goal, and Cleopatra seemed to be covering Madonna.

Madonna faked a left, and then flew right, catching Cleopatra off guard.  Just then, and not a millisecond later, Iiovana kicked the ball in a sort of pass to Madonna.  Madonna bounced it off her head, past Zoë, and into the goal.

Bulma watched them in awe for the remainder of the ten minutes, and then at 3:29, Phoenix came into the gym.  He cast an appreciative glance at Bulma, before turning up to the girls flying about the very high ceiling.

“TIME’S UP LADIES!  LET’S GO!  COME ON!”

They stopped momentarily, before heading down to the ground.  Iiovana landed next to Bulma, smiling wide.  She looked a little sweaty and hot, but happy all the same.

The girls nodded at Phoenix in a sort of ‘thank you’ before heading back to their rooms.  Iiovana and Madonna chatted happily about how they seemed to have won the game they were playing.  Zoë and Cleopatra were talking about something in low whispers, but Bulma just walked with her head down, her mind full.

Bulma entered their room silently, Zoë and Cleopatra entering the one exactly opposite.  Madonna and Iiovana happily waved a goodbye to each other, before heading into their own dorms.

“I just can’t take it any more!” Bulma screamed, throwing her towel across the room.  Iiovana stared at her worriedly, shutting the door behind herself.

“What Bulma?”

“WHY DOESN’T MADONNA LIKE ME?!?!?!” Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs.  Iiovana winced.

“Careful with the volume Bulma.  Sayians have much keener hearing…”

“SORRY!” Bulma yelled at her.  Iiovana sighed, and plopped down on the couch, still in her training outfit.

“I actually did get Madonna to tell me why she doesn’t like you,” the brown-eyed Sayian said casually.  Bulma looked at her.

“Really?!”

“Yea.”

“What is it then?!?!”

Bulma crouched down next to the couch like a schoolgirl getting ready to hear some very juicy gossip.

“Well um… I asked her why she didn’t talk to you much,” Iiovana said, kicking off her shoes.  “And Madonna told me it was because you’re human.”

Bulma blinked.  “Because I’m human,” she repeated slowly.

Iiovana nodded affirmatively.  “She’s prejudicial, Bulma.”

Bulma blinked again.  Twice.  “What a bitch…” she finally whispered.

Iiovana frowned.  “She’s not that mean.  She’s actually kind of nice.  But… well… I suppose that that is kind of a problem.”

“Yea!” Bulma yelled, standing back up.  “Because I’m human.  BECAUSE I’M HUMAN!  Next she’ll be saying she doesn’t like me because I have organs, or something!”

Iiovana giggled.  “Maybe… who knows?”  Bulma smiled softly at her.

“Thanks.  That’s been on my mind a while…”  Bulma looked at the ground.  “Because I’m human,” she mumbled, and headed into the bathroom.

That’s got to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard…

Dun dun dun.  And it ends here.  Yes, I know this one is shorter but this was kinda where I stopped before I fell into that writer’s depression thingy.  So… here it is!  Again, I’m sorry about the delay thingy-mo-bob.  I’ll try not to do it again.  But there is something that’s been bugging me.  Remember when I said that I updated often?  **gulp**  Heh… heh… heh…  >.<  Well, I realize that I haven’t quite lived up to that commitment, and I apologize.  But the chapters will be coming out less frequently if they are going to be longer.  And plus, school’s kinda nagging at me.  So… there.  I said it.

I desperately hope that I can smooth everything over, so that everything goes along just as efficiently as before.  And thanks for all your reviews guys.  Knowing how much you care is a big, big plus.

~Pudgoose