Ch2

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The Queen took Bulma's hand as they walked down the palace halls to Bulma's new room. Bulma was sad but excited at the same time. She would defiantly miss her mother and father, but to live in the palace with the King and Queen would be fun. Bulma looked around the halls at the simple decorations. The Queen stopped in front of a large wooden door with odd writing on it. She opened the door without knocking and tugged Bulma into the room after her.

"Mother, why are you interrupting my training? I have better things to do then look at that," Vegeta said pointing in Bulma's direction. The other young Saiyan boys stopped in mid motion as Vegeta spoke to his mother.

"Broly, please take Kakkarot to his room while I speak with the prince. You will have time to train later in the day," the Queen told the young Saiyan.

"Yes, my Queen," he bowed and as he looked up he glanced at Bulma. She was too busy looking at the large room to notice the boy looking at her. Broly grabbed Kakkarot by the arm ad dragged him out of the training room as he protested.

Vegeta tried to slip out with them but was caught off guard when the Queen snatched his wrist. "Mother, I don't want to be around it. What if I get sick and lose my power?"

Bulma knew he was talking about her. "I am not an 'it'. I'm a girl and a very pretty one. Your mother and mine have told me so. I don't like you," she said turning her head away from Vegeta.

Young Prince Vegeta removed his wrist from his mother's grip and walked over to the small girl. "I don't like you either. You're ugly, stupid, and a Jarkin. You have no right to be in this palace," Vegeta was knocked on to his back by a blow from the Queen.

"Vegeta, you are eight years old and only a prince. Your father is the King of this planet and you will not talk to Bulma like that. If you ever talk to her like that again, I will be the one to punish you. Not your father," the Queen growled.

Bulma held her breath because the King yelled at her last time too and she liked the Queen. She didn't want the Queen to be angry with her. Vegeta stayed on the ground with a scowl on his face. He knew his mother's punishment was worst than his father's.

"Now, Bulma's room will be adjoined to yours, Vegeta. You will help her with anything and everything. If she needs something, you will get it. I want you two to get along soon. That means you have to start being nice to each other," she glanced at Bulma who was turning blue with trying not to breath. Finally she could hold it no longer. She let out a loud exhale and collapsed to the ground. After a few seconds she sat up and looked at the Queen who was trying hard not to laugh.

Vegeta noticed how his mother looked at Bulma. She never looked at him like that. He decided to follow his mother's orders without arguing.

"Alright, Mother, what do you want me to do? I want to train, but you scared off my training partners so give me something to do," he said standing upright.

The Queen looked at him suspiciously. It was not like her son to give in so easily. "I want you to show Bulma her room and inform your teacher that she will be joining class tomorrow. If he has any questions, tell him to speak with me," she said as she winked at Bulma. The Queen walked toward the exit and turned to speak to the youngsters. "Remember, be nice or else," with that she was gone.

Bulma lowered her eyes at Vegeta as he began to walk around her. "What are you doing?"

Vegeta continued to walk in circles. "I want to estimate your strength. It is hard to even get a reading from your little body," he said while adjusting the device on his head.

"What is that? It looks neat. Can I see it?" Bulma asked as she reached for the beeping device.

"Stop it. You cannot touch me or my things. You might infect me with something. Stay away from me," he said as he started toward the door.

Bulma followed the short boy to the hallway. They walked awkwardly because Vegeta was trying to leave Bulma behind and she was trying hard to keep up. They walked past door after door and didn't stop until they reached the school room.

A medium sized man stood in the middle of the room talking to a class full of teenage Saiyans. They went quiet as the prince and an odd creature entered. The teacher bowed as Vegeta approached him.

"Sire, what can I do for you?" the crazy haired man asked.

Vegeta smirked. "My mother wanted to tell you that this," he pointed at Bulma, "will be joining our class tomorrow. She will need a seat far away from the others so no one catches anything," he said watching the angry look cross Bulma's face.

"Sire, she doesn't look dangerous. I would be glad to teach one of her kind," he stated smiling at the young child.

"Whatever, Bardock. She will be joining us tomorrow and that's all I wanted to say to you," Vegeta turned on his heels and rapidly walked out of the room.

"See you later, Bardock, sir," Bulma beamed at the surprised man. He nodded and she left after the retreating prince.

"Wait for me. You are real fast and it's hard for me to keep up with you," Bulma huffed as Vegeta stopped in front of a door.

"That is the point, girl. I don't want to be around you, but my mother will not like it if I killed you. Through this door is your room. Stay in there until someone picks you up for dinner. Clothes have already been made for you so wear something nice instead of the rags you have on now," Vegeta opened the door and stepped in.

Bulma followed him through the door. Her room was not small, but it was surely not as large as Vegeta's. A queen sized bed stood in the middle of the room. A few dressers sat against the wall. As she opened the drawers piles of clothes could be seen. She had her own bathroom with a full length mirror inside.

Vegeta watched as she searched through her new things since he was nosy and wanted to know what the Queen had made for her. He thought it odd that she jumped on the bed with excitement.

"Get down from there. You are acting like a child," Vegeta said as he walked beside the bed.

"I am a child. Maybe you should try being one. It is fun you know. Come up here and jump with me. The bed is used for more than just sleeping," Bulma yelped with happiness when she lost her balance and fell to the bed.

Vegeta floated toward the ceiling while he was beside Bulma's bed. He watched the happy look on her face grow. "It does look interesting."

Bulma grabbed his hand and pulled him over the bed. He hesitated, but began to move up and down on top of the bed. A smile never crossed his lips, but Bulma could tell he was having fun. She lifted a small pillow from the bed and threw it at the alarmed prince.

Vegeta sent a small ki blast toward the pillow blowing it into a million fluffy pieces. Bulma laughed at the prince.

"You're not supposed to blow it up silly. You're supposed to throw one back at me," Bulma stopped jumping and fell to the bed trying to catch her breath.

"How was I to know that? It was flying at my head," Vegeta said as he sat down beside the small Bulma.

"Well, now you know. I need to get ready for dinner, right?"

Vegeta nodded and straightened his cape. He glanced at Bulma who was looking at him in a weird way. "What?"

"I need to change clothes. Go away," Bulma said with a hint of laughter.

"You are an odd creature. Be ready in an hour so we don't keep my father waiting. He doesn't like eating late and I will tell him it is your fault if we're late. Hurry up, girl," Vegeta said as he slid off the bed and to the adjoining door.

Next: Dinner with the King and the first day of Saiyan school. Review!!