Bulma woke to the sound of her phone alarm buzzing on her bedside table. It was only 6am and she was a bit hungover, but today was the first day of her last year of her masters program. She untangled from her sheets and was about to roll out of bed when someone sleepily grumbled next to her.
Her blue eyes widened when she noticed there was a naked man sleeping facedown in her bed. The memories of last night flooded back in an instant. The blue haired heiress had resolved that since it was her last year in school she was going to do more 'college things'. Apparently, her drunken self decided that hooking up with a stranger fell under that category.
She inspected the man with a careful eye. He had dark hair, a toned back covered in bronze skin, and if Bulma's foggy memory served her right, he was also a decent lay. Overall not a bad result for such an endeavor, but she decided that sleeping with a stranger can be crossed off the 'college things' to do list, and will not be repeated.
After steeling herself, Bulma finally got out of bed and slipped on her silky robe. Unsure how to rouse her guest, she pick up a pillow and threw it at him. He woke and scowled in her direction, but his face softened when his eyes fixed on her.
"I'm getting in the shower and when I get out you won't be here," Bulma said hoping he would get the picture. He sat up as she continued and held out her hand, "It was nice meeting you…" Oh shit, what was his name?!
Sensing her hesitation, "Vegeta" he finished for her with a smirk and took her hand to shake.
"Vegeta," she repeated then released his hand. They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before she scurried into the bathroom shutting the door behind her.
When Bulma exited the bathroom twenty minutes later he was gone and she mentally high fived herself for politely but efficiently kicking out her first one night stand. Maybe it wasn't polite, but who cares she'll likely never see him again. Without a second thought, Bulma threw on her university sweatshirt, grabbed her book bag and headed out the door.
Bulma has been groomed to take over her father's company, Capsule Corporation, since she was 16 years old. She'd been working in the lab with scientists 10+ years her senior for nearly a decade, but even with all her practical experience she knew she had to get her engineering degree in order to be taken seriously by the scientific community and the Capsule Corp board members. Now she was one year away from finishing her program and kicking her career into overdrive.
As she waited for her coffee order, Bulma reviewed her class schedule on her phone and mentally chastised herself for choosing to take an 8am class with a professor who's rumored to be the engineering department's biggest hard-ass. After picking up her coffee and giving a grateful nod to the barista, she made her way to the lecture hall.
Upon arriving, Bulma chose a seat in the front row as she usually did, not the least bit concerned about looking like a 'teacher's pet'. Everyone already knew the blue haired beauty tended to be every professor's favorite student, likely due to a combination of her own genius and the possibility that her favor could get their research sponsored by Capsule Corp.
As she began unpacking her laptop and notebook, a familiar flame haired figure appeared in the doorway, looking down at a handful of papers. Bulma almost forgot to breathe as the now clothed man from this morning entered the classroom.
Bulma began racking her brain for memories of their conversation from the previous night. Did he say he was in this program? Did he ever mention he went to this school? Did he follow her here? What if he tries to sit next to her? What if her tries to talk to her? Oh shit, what was his name again?! Her heart rate started to increase. This is a nightmare!
But instead of walking towards her and the remaining seats of the lecture hall, he walked right up to the front of the room, and tossed his bag on the desk followed by the papers he had been reading. Bulma's heart was about to beat out of her chest as he began writing on the board. 'Dr. Vegeta Ouji'.
He turned around with a scowl on his face and began scanning the lecture hall with his eyes seemingly determining each student's fate with an unreadable glare. Bulma stared at him, blues eyes wide, hoping maybe he wouldn't recognized her. When his intense black eyes met hers, he smirked and held he gaze for a moment before he continued. Bulma began to feel nauseous.
Nope, THIS is a nightmare.