Lunchtime

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Disclaimer:  Don’t own it.  Never will.  Too bad.  So sad.

Author’s Notes:  Ok, I don’t intend to be mean or anything, but this goes out to those of you who have reviewed me and told me to e-mail you when I get the next chapter out.  Here’s the deal.  I can’t do that.  I’m sorry, but it’s just for safety measures, you understand.  So what can you do?  Come back often.  That’s the best answer I can give you.  Sorry.

Q/A:  *~^*JaPzGoDdEsSeS*^~*  Here’s the answer to your question.  Ok, we all know that Bulma’s a math/science/mechanical genius, and also has a smart mouth and a strong will.  I don’t intend for you to see her as an idiot.  Zoë, though beautiful, is somewhat intelligent.  She’s not as much of a ‘book nerd’ (I shudder at using the term for Bulma) as Bulma is, but she does have the power to cultivate others and bend certain people to her will.  I’m sure we’ve all known people like that.  But anyway, she’s not just your average dumb blonde.  (No offence to blondes out there, I was just using that phrase as a metaphor….  This also might not be the best time to mention that I’m a brunet….)

Steal after my heart, would you?

Bulma and Chi-Chi headed out the doors to go to next period when class was over.

“So…” Bulma said nonchalantly.  She glanced at Chi-Chi, who was smiling smugly, and decided she had to know.  “Ok, what is it?”

Chi-Chi smiled playfully at her.  “What is what, Bulma?”

“You know what I mean.”

“About what Bardock said?”

“Of course.”

“Oh.”  Chi-Chi paused for a moment as the two reached their lockers, and they both got their books.  Bulma accidentally slammed her locker shut in her anxiousness.

“Oops,” she muttered, looking around.  Several people shook their heads, rolled their eyes and sighed, “Humans.”

“So anyway,” Chi-Chi said.  Bulma studied her intently as they headed for third period: math.  Her black haired friend began to tell Bulma every little detail of the story.  “Ok, so when everyone was out of the room, Bardock turned to me.  He told me to sit down, so I sat on top of a desk.  He sighed and rubbed his eyes.  Then he said, ‘You’re one of the best students I have, Miss Chi-Chi.’

‘Thank you sir,’ I answered.

‘Might I ask a question?  How good are you at teaching others?’

‘Depends on the pupil,’ I said.  ‘But I’m fairly good at getting people to understand material.’

‘That’s great!’ he exclaimed.  ‘Because I need for you to put those teaching skills to use.’  And then…”  Chi-Chi paused momentarily, and giggled.  “And then he asked me if my schedule was free from 6:00 to 7:30.  I said yes, so he told me to… to… to be over at his house at 5:45 tonight!”

Bulma gasped, still staring at her friend.  “Chi-Chi!” she whispered, accidentally bumping into the door.  “Ow,” she muttered, blushing with embarrassment.  Chi-Chi giggled, and opened the door for them both.  They headed inside.

“Did he say why he wanted you over at his house?” Bulma asked, sitting down in a seat.  Thankfully, in math, they had unassigned seating too.  Chi-Chi sat behind her, and Bulma turned around in her chair, sitting on her knees.

Chi-Chi shook her head.  “No.  After I said ‘ok’ to the being over at his house thing, he just gave me the directions to his home, and of course, that absent slip.”  She shrugged.  “He just said he wanted me for my ‘teaching skills’.”

“I bet that’s a whole bunch of crap!” continued Bulma in a whisper.  “I bet that he really just wants to make out with you!  Or even worse, have sex with you!”

“Don’t be stupid Bulma!” Chi-Chi hissed.  “That’s so idiotic!  Like Bardock would really want me for my body!”

“You’re not that bad of a looker, Chi-Chi,” Bulma muttered.  “And you and I both know that you two are pretty close….  Don’t try to deny it Chi-Chi!  I’ve seen you flirting with him before…”

“Bulma!  You’re acting like a moron!  Will you please listen to me?  He just wants me over there to teach him something.  That’s all!”

“Yea.  Teach him how to please a woman,” mumbled Bulma, a scowl on her face.  Chi-Chi chose to ignore her.  “Just be careful when you go over there Chi-Chi, please?” begged Bulma.

“There will be no need,” Chi-Chi sighed.  “But if you are stuck on the idea that Bardock wants to… to you know…”  She blushed slightly at the thought of it.  “Then fine!  I’ll be careful.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Bulma nodded, and turned back around in her seat as the bell rang again, and the teacher got up from her desk.

Math class soon ended, and the bell rang once more.  Bulma’s elbow slid off the side of the desk, and she sat up, startled.

Chi-Chi giggled.  “Well you’re quite the attentive one, aren’t you?”

Bulma smiled at her as she packed up her things.  Making sure that the teacher was out of the room, she said, “It’s just the teacher, you know?  She’s so boring!  Going on, and on, and on in that same, dull tone!”

“Oh well.  Come on, lunch period.  I’m sure food will wake you up!”

Bulma nodded, and the two girls left the room.

“I’ll just grab us a table,” Bulma said, picking up her food.  Chi-Chi nodded, pulling money out of her purse.

“Sure!  Be there in a moment!”

Bulma found an unoccupied table, and sat down.  She took a mouthful of some Sayian delicacy that was surprisingly very good.

Bulma looked around the room, chewing peacefully.  She suddenly felt a lump rise in her throat when she saw who was entering the cafeteria, and found it hard to swallow.

Prince Vegeta had just entered, flocked by a whole herd of girls.  But who was walking alongside him?  No more than the queen of bitchiness herself.

Zoë.

She was looking extremely happy, and there was a longing in her eyes, as if she wanted to touch his arm, and possibly more.  Bulma wanted nothing more right then than the incredible power Sayians had, and to use it to rip Zoë’s head off her shoulders.

Prince Vegeta said something to her nonchalantly, and she giggled.  He smirked at Zoë, a smirk that made Bulma face flush and heart race.  He looked so untamable like that… so sexy....  Zoë nodded furiously, and rushed off to the kitchens to get food.

“Hello!” Chi-Chi shouted playfully in Bulma’s ear.  Bulma squeaked, and placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart, glaring angrily at Chi-Chi.  She thought she was about to wet her pants.

“Don’t DO that!” Bulma hissed as her best friend sat down next to her.  Chi-Chi shrugged, picking up her fork.

“Ok.”

Bulma nodded once, and did her best to calm down.  She lowered the hand from her chest, and turned her attention to the entrance.  Vegeta wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” Bulma said, frowning, not looking at Chi-Chi.  “Where’d snooty little princey-boy go?”

“Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked from behind her.  Both Bulma and Chi-Chi jumped, and turned around.  Standing behind them was no more than the devil himself, smiling evilly.

Bulma opened her mouth to attempt to reply, but Vegeta sat down next to her before she could say a word.  Bulma gulped, and turned her attention back to her food.  Had he heard her call him what she did?

Bulma hesitantly looked back up into his eyes.  There was a look in them that seemed to spell the words, ‘You bet, honey cakes.’  Bulma froze, but darted her eyes away.

Oh crap…

Chi-Chi merely shrugged at Vegeta’s rudeness.  She began to notice Bulma’s tension, and decided to try and break the ice.

“So… you’re the Prince, huh?” Chi-Chi asked Vegeta.  He flat out ignored her, and continued to stare at Bulma, smirk in place.  He was determined to make she feel uncomfortable, and it was working.

Bulma looked up at him again, and then look away.  She felt his eyes burning into her back, and finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop it!” she hissed at him, turning up to meet his gaze.  “Your face might stay like that.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” came the smart-aleck reply.

“Fine then!” she growled.  Bulma picked up her food, and turned her chair around with a loud squeak so that her back was facing him.  She placed her food in her lap, and continued to eat.  Chi-Chi snorted with laughter, covering her mouth politely.

“Oh there you are Prince Vegeta!” came a silky, sleazy voice from somewhere behind the blue-haired female.  Bulma tensed up immediately, sensing who it was.  She didn’t dare turn around, and just closed her eyes, praying that the witch would go away.

“But Vegeta, must we sit with trash like this?” she protested.  “I don’t want my food to catch its diseases.”  Bulma heard Chi-Chi growl, and Bulma looked up sharply.  Zoë saw the flash of Bulma’s hair.

“Oh Bulma dear!  I didn’t see you there!” Zoë cheerfully spoke.  “But… but Bulma, why are you eating like that?”  Bulma gritted her teeth, and slowly turned herself back around, her chair squeaking loudly all the way.  She forced a smile on her face.

“Why Zoë, I thought you, of all people, would know!” Bulma said, a smart comment forming in her mind.  “You did say that that was my best side to everyone in school, did you not?  Or was that just another one of your gossipy lies that you tell your friends every chance you get?”

Zoë’s eyes flashed momentarily with anger, and then they darted to Vegeta worriedly, who looked up at Zoë.  Zoë gulped, her confident smile faltering for once.  Bulma grinned.  Vegeta turned back to Bulma after a moment, studied her face, and then looked up at Zoë again.

“I totally agree with you, my dear,” he said.  “Her back is her best side.”

Chi-Chi choked on the food she had just stuffed in her mouth; the food she had planned to keep her from biting Zoë.  Bulma gasped at Vegeta, who turned back to her, and smirked.  After a moment or two, Bulma turned back to her friend, and hit Chi-Chi hard on the back, removing the food that had gone down the wrong pipe.  Chi-Chi continued to cough after Bulma had gotten the food out.

“Thanks Bulma,” she whispered hoarsely, emitting another cough.  Bulma nodded, and turned back to Vegeta.
Zoë smiled even wider at Vegeta, and sat down lovingly beside him.  “I brought you your food,” she said, placing his food out in front of him.  Vegeta directed his unblinking gaze from Bulma, to his food.  He nodded, and picked up something that looked like a blue pear.

“I have suddenly lost my appetite,” Bulma announced to them all.  Vegeta looked up at her, his mouth full.  She pointedly gazed at him, and hissed between clenched teeth.  “I must have seen something hideous….”  The Sayian swallowed and smirked at her.

“What?  Your own reflection?”

Bulma growled, and placed a hand on Chi-Chi’s arm.  Her raven-haired friend was still coughing lightly.

“Come on Chi-Chi.  Let’s go.”

Chi-Chi nodded, cleared her throat loudly, and picked up her food.  She followed Bulma to the trashcans, where they dumped their food, and then headed out the door.  Bulma’s steps were more like furious strides, and her whole body was shaking with rage.

“Good.  The little wretches are gone,” Zoë said, stroking Vegeta’s arm.  “Nice thinking, my prince.”

Vegeta turned his gaze off of the doors that Bulma had just left through, and gazed down at the hand Zoë had placed on his muscular arm.  The corner of his upper lip twitched slightly, but turned back to his food all the same, and Zoë sighed contently.

“And then you know what he said?!” Bulma ranted, pacing back and forth, her hands angrily flashing about.  Bardock looked up at her curiously, his face impassive and his fork stirring into his salad.  “Just listen to this.  He said, ‘What?  Your own reflection?’  Can you believe that?!  What a jerk!  Oh, how I would just love to give him a piece of my mind!”

Bulma stopped pacing, and turned to look at Bardock, whose face was down towards his plate.  He stuffed a forkful of salad into his mouth, and nodded slowly, not looking at her.  Chi-Chi watched Bardock shyly from on top of a desk; he didn’t notice.

He swallowed.  “Yes.  Yes, I can believe that.”

“What a nerve!  Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be able to kick him right hard in the nuts,” Bulma growled, banging a fist on the desk.  “A lesson of pain ought to do him some good!”  Bardock snorted.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” he mumbled.  Bulma looked up at him, and smiled, her anger actually subsiding a little.  His playful grin was replaced with a serious look.  “You can day dream about what you’d like to do to our Prince all you want Miss Briefs, but make sure that those thoughts stay safely up in your mind.  You’ll get yourself in trouble if they don’t.  Now, don’t tell anyone that I said this, but…” Bardock looked around him carefully, and lowered his voice to a whisper, so that Chi-Chi and Bulma had to lean closer to hear him.  “I personally think that both the Prince and the King are a little arrogant and cocky at times.  But,” his voice returned to normal, “that’s the way they are.  They were raised to be proud, and they should be.  They’re leaders of a great race.”  Bulma nodded.

“But what should I do about it?” she asked him.  He shrugged.

“Do your best to ignore it.  I’m actually quite surprised that he let you go without blasting your head right off your shoulders for what you said to him.  Your tongue could get you in big trouble, Miss Briefs.”  Bulma blushed.

Bardock looked at his watch as he stabbed the last pieces of his salad with his fork, and stuck it in his mouth.  He chewed, and swallowed.

“Fourth period ends in a couple of minutes,” he said, standing up, and collecting all his dirty plates.  Totaled up, he had about 14.  “I suggest you girls get to your lockers first, before the crowd kills beats you there.”  He tossed his litter into the trashcan, and smiled down at them both.  Chi-Chi slid off the desk.

“Now, remember what I told you Bulma,” Bardock chided.  She smiled, and nodded.

“Don’t worry.  I will.”

“Good.  Now off with you both!”

They turned around and headed for the door.  “Oh, and, Miss Chi-Chi?” Bardock said just as she got to the door.  Chi-Chi turned to look at him questioningly, still holding the door open for herself.

“See you later tonight,” he practically growled.  He smirked, and winked slyly at her.  Chi-Chi blushed furiously, nodded, and quickly left the room before her teacher realized the crush she had for him.  But perhaps it was too late….

Hehehe!  IS ROMANCE IN THE AIR?!?  …Possibly.  I think I feel it…  Well anyways, you people already know how much I like reviews, so keep them coming!!!!

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