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Her blues eyes met his as his hand was shoved halfway down her purse.
In this type of situation, he would have expected screaming, swearing, maybe even her smashing her hot coffee over his head. But instead she grabbed his wrist, raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
Vegeta’s mouth dropped.
The blue haired teenager rolled her eyebrows, “Listen slick, if you’re going to get one on over on a sweet little thing like myself, you’ve got to ease yourself in. What you should have done is compliment me. I just had my hair done. Why don’t you try that?”
Her hair in fact looked very nice. Long, curled, and a remarkably loud shade of aqua.
“Well?” She huffed, an eyebrow raining, “Tell me my hair looks nice.”
Vegeta for some reason had suddenly lost the capacity for a full sentence and sputtered out, “Beautiful.”
And she smiled. Not a tooth-exposing grin, but a soft one sided smirk, “You’re cute.” Thud thud. His heart slammed against his rib cage, faster than it ever had before.
And then it stopped as she dangled his own watch in front of his face.
“You’re fast,” she teased,” “but I’m faster.” The hand still gripping his wrist pulled his hand out of her purse and dropped the watch into his palm. Startled, all Vegeta could do was stare with helpless wonder as the girl smiled and blew him a kiss over her shoulder, hips swinging as she walked down the street and called back to him, “We will meet again stranger! I’ll be expecting more from you!”
After Vegeta snapped the clasp of his watch back in place, he opened his opposite hand, the one Bulma didn’t realize had snuck its way into her jacket pocket. The small crumpled piece of paper looked like a piece of homework. He opened it, and it read:
Bulma Briefs
Engineering Mathematics Course V
10/23/19
Below the introductory portion was a jumble of number and symbols. Vegeta wasn’t what you would call a perfect student, he’d been suspended more days than he’d ever attended. But he knew this was a college level course and the young lady he encountered must be someone special. He gazed down the street, now void of the aqua haired girl he’d just encountered, mind turning about exactly where he could meet this confusing creature again. Perhaps some internet research about where this course was offered could help.
Instead of crumpling the paper again he folded it neatly, tucking it carefully in the inside pocket of his coat. Then turning and heading the opposite direction of the blue haired girl, he wondered if she’d be thinking just as much about him as he was of her.