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A Bulma and Vegeta Novel
Chapter 1- Revelation
5th grade
Another period spent sobbing in the girls' bathroom. Why did he always pick on her? No one stood up for her, she had no friends, and she hated that jerk Vegeta. Bulma wiped off her tears and rushed out of school as the final bell resounded through the campus.
4 years later
Bulma walked into the High school with a sheepish look. Her best friend Karis yanked her through the halls.
"Relax," she assured Bulma, "he won't recognize you," Bulma now held her head high, her black hair cascading in soft waves down her back. She may still be stick skinny and scrawny but she had finally eliminated the one thing that made her stand out, right?
"Look who it is," a low voice made her glance back in surprise. It was Vegeta and his band of cronies. "Little Bluebird thinks she can change her feathers and everything will be alright," He mocked. Bulma heard more insults muttered from his friends, all directed towards her. She felt her eyes beginning to water. Nerd, freak, geek, all the words bounced in her head. She could feel their emotional slaps hitting home, but she kept her head up and let Karis drag her to her next class.
Graduation
"Congratulation class of 2008," a cheer went up from the seniors. Bulma adjusted her glasses and flung her cap with the rest of her peers. "And now a speech from our favorite sports star, Vegeta," and the principle handed the mike over to a smirking man.
"I have some awards to give out," Vegeta began. Prettiest, mostly likely to become a rock star, cutest couple, all the nominations went by. Bulma wasn't chosen for any. "And now, the biggest award, one which was obvious and took no consideration, that's right. Without further ado, most likely to die alone, the one, and only Bulma Briefs." The whole student body started laughing and with that Bulma burst into tears. The principle yanked the mike away, but you could tell he was suppressing a laugh. Why her, Bulma thought. Sure, she wasn't the prettiest, or the most normal girl, and the black hair couldn't disguise her heritage, but her mother didn't become her beautiful self until college. At that very moment, Bulma realized something. She wasn't done yet, she vowed from that day forward, she would set out and embrace life, and she didn't give a damn about Vegetas arrogance. She stood up, waved at the student body, and walked off the school grounds, Karis in tow.
2012
Bulma hit the alarm clock telepathically. When that failed, she reluctantly rolled out of bed and slammed down the off button. She started the shower and stuck her head under the ice spewing faucet. The haze in her mind was instantly lifted and she warmed the water up. Taking a quick shower, she was dressed and decent in less than 30 minutes. She could barely remember her dream from last night, though she bet it was a replay of her graduation. Bulma was proud she had kept her promise, and had become a confident person because of it. As she glanced in the mirror, she saw a blue haired woman staring her back. This woman had curly blue hair framing a porcelain face. The hair rolled down her sides, and stopped right above her stomach. She smiled at her curvy figure in the glass. Yes, she had definitely changed from that sad girl.
And now was her time to go out and face the day. Today was her job interview. She was dressed in a white blouse that had a collar and a ruffled front. That was accompanied by a form fitting black skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. Her hair was down and naturally curly, a bit of hairspray had calmed it down. She grabbed a pair of black heels that covered her toes but had an ankle strap to secure them to her feet.
Bulma had graduated from a Science University with a PhD in record time. Of course, that was to be expected, but two years was pretty good. After getting her degree she set out to face the world. She traveled to many international science departments and helped people all over the world with her newfound knowledge. Not only was she a scientific genius, was she also an engineering prodigy. Now she spoke over 6 languages including Spanish, French, German, Japanese, Chinese and English. She was currently improving her database of Irish and she had the basics of Hungarian down. The reason that she was able to expand her mind to such an incredible capacity was partly her photographic memory and the fact that Bulma's mind resembled a computer, scarily so. She processed and stored data, faster than many computers and remembers the smallest details about everything. Her genius was her biggest source of pride, and had helped her build her confidence. She just wished she had realized her potential sooner.
She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys on her way out of her 3 bedroom condo. She had transformed one of her rooms into a lab, the other into an office, and then of course her room. Her living room had a large flat screen TV, with voice activated features (her own creation). Her kitchen was moderately sized but rarely used (Bulma wasn't good with cooking). She hoped to purchase a nice country house, but that depended on if she got this job.
Bulma was applying for an engineering assistant. Bulma had taken precautions to avoid what had happened last time….
A few months earlier,
"Ok, miss, so what did you say your name was?"
"Why it's Bulma, Bulma Briefs."
"As in 'the' Bulma Briefs, daughter of the founder of Capsule Corps?" The man's face lit up.
"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with…"
"You are hired; in fact, I am going to give you the head engineer position."
"But you haven't even seen my resume…."
"That's no problem, so will you work for us? I can imagine, having an employee that is worth more than this company."
"Wait, what?" Bulma looked shocked.
"This is perfect."
"Wait, I am sorry but I will have to decline."
"What! Why?"
"I just do, goodbye." The man watched her leave, speechless.
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Because of this, Bulma had decided to use a different last name to avoid being picked because of who her parents were. She pulled out of her driveway and headed to the building.
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One month later…
A handsome dressed man walked into the office.
"Hello, can I help you," Bulma asked, coyly.
"Yes, you can, my name is Yachma, and I am here to apply for the assistant position,"
"Oh yes, Mrs. Winters is expecting you. Just go on into the office on the left." Bulma pointed it out to the man.
As the man disappeared from her sight Bulma buried her face in her hands. When she meant she wanted a job, she hadn't meant a secretary to a sales company. I guess this is what it means to be a normal person she thought. But that Yachma Guy looks fun, and cute. Bulma whipped out her phone and texted her friend ChiChi, who just moved in the Condo across the street, 'Cutest guy eva just walked in, u gotta c him. But I got dibbs! :P'. A few seconds later a reply came through. 'kk gurl, so cool, but u can hav him, my eyes on a new cute waiter, a real hunk ;)'.ChiChi was a chef at a restaurant not far from where Bulma worked. 'kk c u on my break, I will stop bi 4 a bite, im starving!', Bulma replied and impatiently looked at the clock. Only 20 more minutes until I get my lunch break, she thought and sighed.
'Finally' Bulma thought as the clock changed to 12:00 pm. She exited the office and jumped in her black convertible. She stepped on the gas and zoomed down the street to the Ricardo Diner (where ChiChi was a chef). She waved at the hostess, she knew almost everyone here. The hostess pointed toward the back of the large and elegant restaurant to show where ChiChi was. Bulma saw ChiChi sitting at a small table covered with a white lacey table-cloth.
"Sit" ChiChi commanded. ChiChi was one of the only people who knew Bulmas true identity. ChiChi handed a menu to Bulma. "I would advise steak," ChiChi grinned. "The chef working right now is a magician with the sauce. And guess who is going to serve us," ChiChi let out a squeal of excitement, "The one and only, sexy new waiter." Just as predicted a tall, wild haired man came over to their table.
"ChiChi," he acknowledged her.
"Goku, this is my friend Bulma,"
"Nice to meet you," Goku extended a hand. Bulma accepted graciously, then they ordered and he headed to the kitchen to get their meal, and Bulma winked at ChiChi.
"What a gentleman," she mocked. ChiChi scowled playfully.
"Hands off, he's mine." She shot back. Bulma shrugged her shoulders and tried to look innocent. Just then the two girls heard the diner door open, and in walked very, very handsome man.
"That's Yachma," Bulma whispered to ChiChi.
"Why, hello," ChiChi whispered back. They erupted into a fit of giggles. Bulma saw Yachma looking around and waved at him. He carefully made his way to their table.
"Hello, Bulma, right," he said.
"Yes," She smiled, confused, she never told him her name. "How did you know?"
"Mrs. Winters, she was talking about how you would become my secretary when I got this job." Bulma sat there, mouth open.
"Oh my god, you are replacing Mrs. Winters." She realized.
"Yes, surprised," He grinned flirtatiously.
"No, it's just, never mind, so do you want to sit with us? Cause you might need some help navigation the menu," Bulma trailed off, blushing furiously.
"Sure, he said and sat down in one of the empty chairs, he then acknowledged ChiChi. Bulma introduced them and showed him what to order. They all had a nice time, Yachma was pleasant and intelligent. ChiChi didn't really talk; she was too busy staring at Goku. Yachma noticed her actions and got a thoughtful look on his face. Bulma wondered what he was up to.
"Excuse me for a second, ladies." He got up and walked over to where Goku was. They talked for a minute and Yachma pointed in the girls' direction. Goku then blushed and nodded. Yachma walked back toward them with Goku in tow. Goku whispered something to ChiChi and they both got up and moved toward the kitchens. Bulma looked a Yachma who had a proud look on his face. 'What are you up to' Bulma thought. Yachma just looked at her and grinned. A few seconds later ChiChi came rushing back towards the two with a smile covering her face.
"Thank you, thank you, ohh my god," ChiChi blushed and hugged Yachma. Yachma looked surprised but he just smiled. "Goku asked me out," ChiChi gushed to Bulma. Bulma glanced knowingly at Yachma. He just smirked back.
10 hours later
Bulma slipped into bed, still thinking about Yachma. He seemed oddly familiar to her. Oh well, she thought as she drifted to sleep.
Yay, my secound story, although I don't know where this one is heading. Please review and or give ideas.