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What's Going On: Just another one of those days. You know what I'm talking about. When you're there but you're not really there. It's like your body is on auto pilot and your mind is wondering somewhere in space.

CHAPTER 2

A Meeting

Bulma's POV

The meeting was as boring as ever. Nothing ever seemed to change year to year. It was always the same routine. How much money do we have to spend? How long will this project take? What will be our new line for the fall? What can we project our sales to be for this project? Always the same questions. They would decide on a plausible project, decide on a decent time frame. Project how much it would cast, how much the company would sell it for, and of corse how much the company would make from it. She sat at her father's side trying to seem interested in the board's gibberish. She didn't understand why it was necessary for all of them to poke their noses into her father's inventions. He was the one that made everything. Maybe not specifically produced it but everything was his idea, his design, all his. He may have had a couple of people helping him weld it together but it all came from him. All these men did was talk it drove her crazy. She couldn't imagine herself sitting at the head of this table when her father handed the company over to her. For years she had been helping her father in his labs to create. She had been coming to these meeting growing more and more aggravated with these fat old men that didn't understand a lick about science.

/You're all fired the minute I take that chair./

As if sensing his daughter's mood begin to shift her father stood and gained the attention of all the members. "Well Gentlemen, today's meeting has been most productive. I think we have set fine goals for this coming season. We'll meet again before the July conferences. Where we can discuss further which products we would like to pitch." The board stood and respectfully bowed before heading out of the conference hall of Capsule Corperation Headquarters.

Dr. Breif's looked over his glasses at his daughter. She was smoothing out her white pinstriped business suit. "Bulma, I wanted to talk to you in private." Her blue eyes snapped up signally he had her attention. "Bulma this year I won't be going to the conference in Paris. I want you to go in my stead. It's time I started letting you handle more of the company. I'm getting rather old and I was thinking about retiring soon." At the alarmed look that flashed through her eyes he continued. "Not until you're comfortable with your position as head of the company. I wouldn't just leave you in charge with you not understanding your role and responsibilities. I was just thinking that maybe I should start letting you handle more of the meetings, the conferences, and that sort of thing. I'm not going to live forever sweet pea. Better you learn now, than never learn at all."

"Daddy, I know how the company works. I've been helping you since I was a little girl." Bulma rolled her eyes and picked up her small silver brief case. The idea of heading the meetings was not at all appealing. The conferences on the other hand weren't so bad. She had been to a couple over the years. There were many other scientists to talk to that had fascinating ideas.

"I know that Sweet Pea but there is a lot more to the company than the meetings and the conventions. You have to learn how to deal with the press, the formal balls, the military contracts, the proper procedures and expectations. It's all very tiring. It was just a thought. If you're not ready I'll go to the conference instead." He knew she hated it when he used reverse psychology on her. He couldn't feel guilty if it worked. She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest and he grinned. "Great than it's settled. I'll tell your mother to go ahead and book that cruise." With a quick kiss on her cheek he practically bounced out of the room.

"Cruise…" but before she could scold him for walking her right into that one he was out the door and gone. "Sneaky old man." She grumbled before taking her leave as well.

"You're car Miss Briefs." The driver announced as he held her door open for her. He was such a nice old man. Time and time again he reminded her of a sweet old grandpa that you could find all the children gathered around listening to his stories. "Traffic is not so bad Miss Briefs I can have you to your classes on time in a crawl." His thick southern accent always made her smile.

She nodded appreciatively as she removed her jacket top and kicked off her white heels. Her driver rolled up the black dividing window and pulled out of the parking lot into the busy street. Behind the tinted window she removed her shirt and blouse. Digging through her torn up back pack she had left in the back of the car she pulled out a set of clothes. "This is more like it." She grinned as she looked at the baggy black cargo pants and a white tank top. Slipping them on she then found her high tops and some little black socks. Rolling the window down she sat forward. "Did you get it?"

"As you ordered." her driver nodded before handing her a giant star bucks cup and a small bag which contained two very large Excedrin migraine pills.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Lawrence." She swallowed the pills and took her cup of cold coffee as she flipped through her folders for class. "Daddy said he wants me to start handling more of the company."

"That's great Miss Briefs. Isn't it?" Lawrence asked sensing the underlying unsure tone in her voice. "As long as I been your driver I've heard you go on and on about the things the company should be doing. Or what you think they should change doing." he looked at her in the rear view mirror. "Not getting cold feet about it are you? I was expecting for you to give those ol' men a nice piece of your mind."

"No I'm not getting cold feet. I still plan on telling them where they can shove all their bull, I just hadn't expected Daddy to step down now. I thought for sure he would want to keep going until he didn't have anything left in him. He loves that company." She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he just wants me to learn all the nitty gritty details, ya know?"

"Yes Miss. Perhaps that's it. Wouldn't hurt you now would it?" she shook her head in agreement and then resumed drinking her coffee.

Page 5

Starting Some Stupid New School

"Now hunny I know you're still a little upset about the change. Today is your first day of school so try to put on a brave face." Her mother smiled handing her a plate of pancakes. "Just think of all those new cute boys you're going to meet."

If there was one thing her mother was set on, it was cute boys. That had to be the first feature she pointed out in any of her male friends. "Yeah Mom, I'll try." Taking her plate to the table she sat down and looked at her book bag by the door. /Today is going to be the worst day ever in the history of bad days./ She wasn't at all excited about attending a new school, making new friends, or finding her place in the way things ran. /It can't all be bad, I guess I'll just have to find something good and focus really hard on it. I wonder what Shasta and Kelly are doing now?/

Shasta and Kelly had been her best friends since elementary school in North City. They had been in tears when she told them she was moving so far away. She wondered if she would ever see them again. It wasn't likely and it was with that thought she started her first day of school.

Present Day

"Mr. Son's birthday is coming up here pretty soon isn't it? Going to be 25 this year right?" Lawrence asked seeing her zoned out in the back.

"You remembered? I completely forgot. Chi would have killed me." She picked up her phone and set a reminder to do some serious birthday shopping to make up for it. It wasn't like he would know or care but she just felt guilty forgetting about one of her best friends like that.

"I doubt that Miss Breifs. Miss Mau would not have had the heart." Lawrence smiled knowingly. Chi Chi may have been angry but she would have forgiven her.

"You know what, I'm going to call her right now." He watched in the rear view mirror as she picked up her little black android and called her best friend. "Hello Chi? What's up? On my way to class. What are you doing? Have you gotten Goku anything for his birthday." Asking prevented Chi Chi from finding out that she had almost over looked it. "I don't get out of class until 7 tonight. We can go afterwards. I'll have my driver drop me off at home and I'll get my car then swing by. Well I still haven't gotten him anything. No, you have to come with me. And don't worry about the cake, I've got that covered. I know which kind. Yeah well being me has it's perks, it will get done on time. Blah blah blah. Don't worry about that. I'll have it made. Yea. Okay. Yea 8 o'clock. I'll be there." Hanging up she slumped back against the seat. "Hey Lawrence do you want to go to class for me?"

"No can do Ms. Briefs but I'll have a big cup of Dr. Pepper waiting for you when you come out." He was such a nice old man she thought again as he pulled up to her school.

"Great. Then I'll see you when I get out." Grabbing her book bag she waited for him to open the door. Slipping out of the car she started up the steps and headed into class. She was so thankful she was almost done with this stuff. Ever since she graduated from high school she had been taking a ridiculous amount of classes. They started at about noon and lasted until well in the evening some times. It was her father's thought that if she wasn't going to be getting a job, which she had no need for one, than she might as well use her time wisely. It had started with just a 5 class schedule. She had knocked all the basics out of the way and was well on her way to having a Masters in Engineering and another in Science. Thinking about it Bulma just shrugged. "I've always been smart, guess I just got it from daddy. It's no wonder I've accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. 6 days a week for 6 years." With a giant grin on her face she opened the door to her Business class.

Page 6

What a Prick

"Hi I'm here for my schedule." A quiet and polite voice asked from the other side of the desk. A middle aged woman with dirty blond hair looked up from over her lap top at the teenager. Looking down at the paper work in front of her she gave the girl a once over.

"So you're Breif's girl. I'm Assistant principal Dean." Bulma shifted nervously under the suspicious look she was being given. It was very apparent that Mrs. Dean was not exactly the nicest person on campus. "Here is your…" She was interrupted by some commotion in the main office. "Wait here." Bulma was nearly run over as the Amazon of a woman stormed out of her office. She could hear loud voice and then the door opened again. "Mr. Ouji, school has barely started and already we seem to be the best of friends." From out behind her stepped a boy about her age with a smug look on his face.

"Hardly." It was such a casual shrug that Bulma almost thought that perhaps this boy was not the cause of the ruckus. Mrs. Dean however did not look amused by his reply. Suddenly she felt very out of place in the office, like there was getting ready to be a war and she wanted not part of it. Swallowing the lump in her throat she was about to speak up when Mrs. Dean started again.

"Shut the door Mr. Ouji and sit down. This is the fourth time in two weeks that you and I have had to have this conversation. You can not disrupt class, threaten students, and destroy school property."

"It is not my problem if the man you have directing that class is a moron. Honestly Assistant Principal Dean I'm offended at your accusation. I would never threaten anyone. I just made a comment in passing about how I thought they could better preserve their sorry asses." Bulma looked down at her notebooks wishing she could just get up and walk out. She still didn't have her schedule and she didn't know her way around the school. She'd get lost and then she'd never get to her classes, whatever they might be.

"Either way Mr. Ouji you're behavior is unacceptable. I will have to think of some sort of punishment that is fitting. Since detention does not seem to be fixing this attitude of yours I'll have to be a little more creative."

"Fat chance of that." He snorted rudely and Mrs. Dean grit her teeth.

"Until then consider yourself Miss Briefs' personal guide. A full tour of the campus, as well as to all of her classes. If she gets lost or is late at anytime this week I'll just tack it onto whatever I decide to do to you." She seemed some what with herself.

For the first time since he came into the room he looked at her. Bulma's bright blue hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she barely had any make up on. She wore a white polo and regular denim jeans. "You can't be serious. She doesn't look like she could find her way out of a paper bag." His snicker was cut short by the way her blue eyes darkened and then narrowed threateningly. Rolling his eyes he pushed himself out of the little chair and snatched her schedule out of Mrs. Dean's hand. "Come on girl. I've got better things to do than baby sit you all day." Bulma grabbed her book bag and followed him out of the office.

Present Day

"And that was how I met that royal pain in the ass. Gah, I remember that day so clearly." Bulma said quietly to herself as she read through the next couple of pages in her diary. She had had the oddest sensation of déjà vu when she walked into class today. It had made her want to come home and pull this fimiliar little book out. Closing the book she looked at it for a moment before putting it away and retiring for the night.

The shopping trip with Chi Chi had been way more difficult than it should have been. Finding something for her 25 year old friend, with a mentality of 6 year old was ridiculous. Everything she had wanted to get him she had to think about if he would hurt himself with it. Chi Chi had scolded her when she suggested they got to Toy R Us and find something more appropriate. In the end she settled on a new pair of weighted boxing gloves.

"Maybe someone will use them and knock some sense into him." She muttered before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

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