Chapter One- Invasion
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Blue hair. Why'd her hair have to be blue? Bulma began brushing the long mass of blue hair. None of her friends has weird hair. She was thirteen-years-old, a teenager and in the eighth grade now. Trying to fit in was her main (a.n.:mane, main get it? hahaha...ha...) concern. Everyone else had beautiful black hair or brown hair. Her hair was pretty, she had to admit, demo...
"Bulma, honey! You're going to be late for school!"
"Hai, mama!" she called back down the stairs. Looking once more in the mirror, she sighed as she went to grab her bookbag and purse. Storming down the stairs, she stopped once more to check her hair.
"Mama, does my hair look better up or down?" she asked. Mrs. Briefs sighed; why did she have to decide this every morning... and be late almost every morning.
"Down, sweetie... now hurry up!"
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*Celera.* The young woman looked up from her typing, shocked by the voice that was calling her. She worked in the office of a Chikyuu school as a secretary, but she was actually undercover. The voice was that of her King.
*Yes, your Highness?* she responded, going back to typing up the official files for the Chikyuu school.
*It's time. Get those files that you made copies of from your work postition, and relay the information to me.* Celera nodded, but found a new problem in this plan.
*Your Highness, I've been on assignment here for four years now... many of the students are now unreachable.*
The King seemed surprised at this. *What do you mean, unreachable?*
*Sir, when a child surpasses with the Chikyuu call the 'eighth grade', they move on to a new school, called a high school.* He grunted, contemplating the issue.
*Very well. Then access only the students in only the Chikyuu eight grade with the following criteria...*
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"Bulma-chan, look... it's the Principal..." Bulma stopped eating her lunch to look at what her friend Sonya was talking about. The Principal was entering the cafeteria, followed by... what appeared to be ... giant... monkeys... But they looked like men in a sense; the only thing that made them look that way was their tails. Was she seeing right? Bulma rubbed at her eyes, but the tails were still there.
The other students in the cafeteria had noticed as well. A hushed murmur began, and as the students watched, the Principal stood atop the center table in the cafeteria, trembling with fear. The chidren silenced, however, when he began to speak.
"Children..." he began, trying to sound calm. "Please, don't be afraid. These people-" He stopped to straighten his tie. "These people are here to take some of you away. Don't be frightened; they've promise not to harm any of you." There were whimpers all around, some muffled sobs. This was no joke. He was obviously serious. Bulma still had the sandwich held up to her mouth, dazed, with her mouth open.
"But Mr. Toriyama (a.n.: Yah, yah; I know! =X), why?" called one of the students. They watched closely as the school's secretary and full-time nurse, Miss Celera Green, made her way from in between the crowd of muscular men... and as a tail flickered out from under her black jacket she'd always worn.
"Because, Sandy, we're a race of what you Chikyuu call 'aliens.' We're known as the Saiyans. We've been watching your planet for quite some time, and-"
"But how?" called another student. Celera smiled.
"Through me." There were more gasps, every one of them obviously stunned that the nurse and secretary they loved so much had gone and betrayed them all. "We need bright children like you to come to our planet to do our work. In return, we'll capture your planet." She chuckled gently. "Doesn't that sound like a fine offer?"
Celera then drew from her jacket pocket a list. Bulma sat there, trying to figure out all of what was happening as she read off the names of children to be taken. The list wasn't in alphabetacal order, so she didn't know whether she'd been chosen or not. But how had Miss Celera tricked everyone? Didn't anyone know she was a Saiyan, or whatever she'd called herself and those monkey men? How could they have not seen the tail?
"Bulma Briefs and Sonya Nightingale." Bulma and Sonya looked at one another in fear. They'd call them by their full names, so there was no mistaking them for anyone else... or getting out of it.
Gripping each others hands, the two girls walked forward, fear instilled in their eyes. Miss Celera glanced at Bulma- was that a look of regret?- before finishing off the list. When all was done, fourteen children were accounted for.
*My leige... some of the children appear to be absent.*
*No matter,* was his reply, *their probably sick with something that would affect the others... Bring these with you.*
Mr. Toriyama watched as Celera folded the list and handed it to him. "Mr. Toriyama, it has been an honor working for you. Now, why don't you run along and report to these children's parents?" Toriyama glared at the woman before dashing off to the office to make rounds of phone calls. "Now, children," she smiled gently, looking at the crowd, "would you be so kind as to follow me?"
Whimpers, cries to other children and siblings, and various other glimpses of voices were heard as the children followed Celera, guarded on all sides by the ten or so Saiyan males. Bulma was still gripping Sonya's hand, who was crying uncontrollably for her mother, her father, her jerky older brother, anyone to save them. Passerby watched helplessly as the men (who'd done some considerable damage, Bulma noted as they passed by smashed cars) escorted the children out to a huge, round spaceship. Their bags, it appeared, had been tossed onto the ship rather haphazardly.
The children were roughly helped into the ship, Bulma and Sonya next to a pair of windows. Sonya was silent, now, finding no more words to say, no more tears to cry, just gripping Bulma's hand. The children all scrambled for bags and personal belongings just as the ship's propulsion kicked in, sending some flying in scattered directions. Just as a gentle sleep agent began to kick in, Bulma could see the ground getting further and further away from her...
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