Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. All credit goes to Bird Studio/Shueisha, Toei Animation, FUNimation Productions, Ltd., and Akira Toriyama. I do not own Gucci or Target either ;)
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They only existed in the movies.
They were only ink on brochures.
They were the places mentioned in stories, far fetched tales of the neighbor's cousin's best friend's son.
They weren't supposed to reach her.
Military Academies and Bulma Briefs just didn't mix.
It was like water and oil, salt and sand, Gucci and Target.
They just weren't meant to be together.
Yet her father had apparently been uninformed of those crucial facts; his gray eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and through his lips passed a royal decree.
Bulma Briefs was officially enrolled in Riverwood Military Academy's upcoming school year. As a full time student, and, catch this- cadet.
A little shiver of revulsion made its way through Bulma's body, followed by a slither of dread.
Was it not enough to send her halfway across the globe? To a foreign school? In a place where the only person she knows is her private jet captain Ernie, and even he'd be leaving in a day? And why, just why, must the military get involved?
Bulma let out an aggravated sigh and turned her attention to a circular window on her left. Delicate ice crystals were forming around its edges and Bulma figured that was because she was currently 30,000 feet in the air, lounging in the plush chairs of her family's private plane. She was less then a half an hour away from Kaichi, a small island off the coast of Japan which played host to the Riverwood Military Academy. Joy.
Just behind the ice crystals lay an endless bed of clouds, big white tufts of cotton candy just waiting for the touch of her longing hand. When she was a young girl, her mother had once told her that angels sat on top of these puffy masses, just out of her view, and protected her when mommy couldn't.
It came as no surprise, however, when Bulma saw no angel sitting atop a cloud, playing on his harp and looking at her serenely. She sometimes wondered if even Kami was protecting her anymore. Or just watching her. Hell, even a mere look from him once a month would be enough.
Rolling her eyes at her own foolishness, Bulma returned her gaze to the jet's interior décor and stretched her tense limbs. There was a loud crack, and Ernie's voice sounded over the in-flight radio.
"Good afternoon Miss Briefs, you will be pleased to know our landing is on schedule. Please fasten your seat belt as we will be arriving in Kaichi shortly."
With a click of her belt, she confined herself to the warm jet seat and her unavoidable fate. The predictable pressure of the descent was taking its toll and Bulma was diving headlong into her future with a string of swears and popped ears.
How peachy.
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Author's Note: Hey guys, guess what? I finally sat my lazy tush down and decided to start my revamp of the original RMA! I don't know if any of you actually read it, but it was pretty different then this version. Anywho, I think my sarcasm might have been working in overdrive, so sorry if it gets to be too much. I personally thought this first chapter was written better then the original RMA's, but that's my opinion... (prepare for an oh so subtle request for reviews) what's yours? ;D just playing, but I would really like to know what ya'll thought of this prologue- Liked it? Hated it? Didn't care at all? Tell me if it's worth going on with it, m'kay?
All reviews are received with thanks & a smile :)
Until next time,
--thelovebugy