CH4

I don't own DBZ! First day of class!!!

"Get up!" Vegeta yelled into Bulma's ear as she was sleeping. Bulma jumped from her positioned and fell onto the floor. Vegeta laughed at the young girl until he noticed that she looked hurt. She held her left arm like it would disappear at any time. Vegeta made his way to her on the floor. "Are you okay?"

Bulma lifted her head to look into Vegeta's eyes. "I'm telling your mother that you hurt me."

"I did no such thing. You're the one that fell out of the bed. I was just trying to wake you up so we could go to class. If you tell my mother, I'll make your life miserable," he threatened.

Bulma giggled. "I'm just joking. I'm fine. Just don't ever 'wake' me like that again. How long do I have until class starts?"

Vegeta looked at his scouter. "We have eleven minutes before we have to be in class. So you have five minutes to get ready," he said watching Bulma panic.

"Why didn't you get me up earlier? Now I have to rush," Bulma ran into her room grabbing things from the drawers.

Vegeta sat on his bed waiting for Bulma. Within three minutes she was ready to go. Her hair was in a nice pony tail and she wore a navy blue dress with matching shoes.

"Can we leave now?" Vegeta asked as he opened the door to the hallway.

Bulma walked up beside him and looked at the clothes he picked out. "Do you wear the same thing every day?"

"I wear training gear every day. Who cares if it is the same color?" Vegeta scowled as they started toward the classroom.

"I just thought it would be nice if you wore different colors maybe a green suit or a red one. Why not?" Bulma asked innocently.

"I don't like those colors. I like blue and black and that is the end of this discussion. Hurry up or we are going to be late," he said as he grabbed Bulma's hand and started running.

They arrived at their destination within two minutes. While standing outside the door Vegeta told Bulma some rules.

"Don't talk to me while we're in here. Don't even look in my direction. I don't want them to think that I know you. You will sit in the back of the room where there are empty seats. Are you clear on the rules?" Vegeta asked not really wanting an answer.

"I guess but they don't make too much sense. Why don't you want people to know that you are my friend?"

"I'm not your friend, girl. Do as I say," Vegeta opened the door to the room and everything went silent.

As the two entered, no one looked at Vegeta. They were busy trying to figure out why Bulma was in their class. Why a Jarkin would get an equal education as them.

Bulma didn't walk far before she reached her seat. She sat behind two empty rows of seats. All of the young Saiyan Elites watched Bulma sit. Vegeta sat in his usual seat at the front of the class. Shortly after he took his seat a small Saiyan girl took the seat beside him. She had short black hair that shined in the sunlight. She had dark eyes that starred holes into Bulma's face.

"Who is that, Prince Vegeta? Why is she in our class?" the small child asked.

"It doesn't matter who she is and what she is doing here," he said as he looked at Bardock, "Start doing your job."

Bardock bowed to his prince and began class as best he could while the children watched Bulma's every move.

Bulma tried not to notice the looks they were giving her. She was trying to listen to Bardock as he spoke of new devices that will be implemented on the new space pods. He then went on to discuss mathematic formulas that all Saiyan Elites should know. The other children groaned when Bardock asked who wanted to do an example in front of the class. Bulma raised her hand.

"May I do it? I think these formulas are way too easy," she commented.

Bardock nodded and Bulma jumped out of her seat. As she made her way to the front of the class the others watched her. She reached the first row of seats and felt someone push her from behind. She fell face down on the ground beside the row of seats. A harsh voice came from above her.

"You are disgusting and shouldn't even be in the presence of our Prince," the girl sitting next to Vegeta stated as she spat on Bulma.

Vegeta grabbed the girl's arm, "Benika, why did you do that?"

She turned to look at the young prince. "I feel she has no right to be around you. You are my future mate so I have a right to do these things. Do you want this thing near you?" she asked.

Vegeta looked down at Bulma crying on the ground. She wanted badly to look at Vegeta for help but remembered the rules he told her before. She didn't want him to be mad at her for disobeying.

Vegeta brought his attention back to Benika. "I could care less about this creature."

Bulma darted off the floor and through the exit. Unbeknownst to the other children another person shot out after her.

Bulma reached her room after twenty minutes of losing her way around the palace. She slammed the door behind her and ripped off her dress that had been spit on. She dressed again in her so called rags and got into her bed. Bulma cried for what seemed like hours before she heard the door to her room open.

"Go away Vegeta! I don't want to talk to you or see you right now," Bulma hiccupped.

She heard the door click shut and the person enter the room. Bulma grabbed a pillow and hurled it toward the person standing in her room. "Leave me alone!"

"Calm down. I'm not Prince Vegeta. My name is Broly. I wanted to see if you were okay after what Benika said and did to you," he said as Bulma looked strangely at him.

"Well, it is nice to meet you Broly, but I don't understand why you care. No one seems to care around here. I thought someone did, but I was wrong," she said as she started srying again.

"I don't think you are disgusting. You are different for sure, but I think you are unique. Don't let what Benika tells you hurt your feelings. She only wants to hurt others," Broly said as he reached for the door knob.

"Thank you, Broly. I feel a little better now. Can I sit by you in class tomorrow?" Bulma asked shyly.

Broly nodded. "Any time you want." He walked out the door and gently closed it behind him.

Bulma smiled. She has a new friend that might actually take up for her. She crawled out of bed and into her bathroom. Bulma took a quick shower and put on a different dress. She had to meet the Queen in her personal chambers.

After asking a few warriors for directions, Bulma found where she needed to be. Two guards were positioned at the Queen's door and opened it for Bulma to enter. They must have known she was coming.

"Hello, Bulma," the Queen said as she brushed her hair sitting in front of a mirror. She wore a green dress that would drag on the floor if she walked around in it.

"Good morning, Queen," Bulma replied with a smile.

"Please, child, call me Cecila. Too many others call me Queen. You are like family now, so do call me by my name," she said waving Bulma over to her.

Bulma sat on the chair beside the table to Queen was sitting at. She knew the Queen would ask her about her first day of class and she wanted to tell her what happened, but didn't want to get Vegeta in trouble even though he let Benika talk to her badly.

"How was class, Bulma? I know you are a smart girl, so you probably shocked all the other Elites. What did you learn?"

Bulma thought to herself, "Not to volunteer." She looked toward the Queen and smirked. "It was okay. Why don't you ask Prince Vegeta how it was? He sat in the front of the class," Bulma giggled to herself.

"I will ask him how it went. Did you meet any new people?" she asked.

Bulma nodded. "I met a few. Who is Benika?"

The Queen lowered her head. "Benika is Vegeta's future mate. She is the daughter of the head of the Saiyan council," she stated without excitement.

Bulma listened as the Queen continued, "I don't like her father and I certainly don't like her. She is a little brat who gets everything she wants. I think she is more spoiled than my son. If I had a choice, I would choose any one else to be my son's mate."

The Queen watched the expression on Bulma's face lighten. "I will be Vegeta's mate. What exactly does that mean?"

Cecila laughed and reached for Bulma's hand. "I wish you could become Vegeta's mate, but we have laws against the union of Saiyans and Jarkins. You will find a Jarkin mate some day and they will be the luckiest man in the universe. Bulma, you are very special and don't let anyone tell you differently."

Bulma grinned while she hugged the Queen. "What do you need me to do?"

Cecila looked around her room, but could find nothing for Bulma to do. "I don't have a thing for you to do. You may roam freely around the palace since everyone knows you are protected under the King and I. Just stay out of trouble,' she said.

Bulma agreed and headed out the door. She skipped down the hallway until she heard growling coming from a room to her left. She slowed to a stop and propped herself up on a bench to look inside a window. She could barely see movement in the room, but saw a small red cape on the floor. Bulma continued to watch the blurs race across the room. Finally they came to a stop and she noticed Vegeta was sparring with Broly.

They both looked in her direction as she waved. Vegeta noticed she was saying hello to Broly and not him. He became jealous since she was supposed to be his friend. He hit Broly when he wasn't watching, but Bulma did not see it. She was already skipping down the hall towards her room.

"Don't talk to her!" Vegeta growled as he held Broly to the ground. Blood was trickling out of Broly's nose from the blow.

Broly coughed and Vegeta removed his hand from his throat. "What is your problem? I heard you say in class that you could care less about 'the creature'. Why would you care if she waved at me?"

Vegeta scowled at his sparring partner. "I don't want you to be around her. She might have a disease and I don't want one of my best fighting partners to die!" he lied.

Broly shrugged it off and the two began fighting again. Bulma made her way around the palace exploring new places. The time went by quickly and it was time for dinner. She hadn't seen Vegeta since seeing him fighting with Broly, but knew he would be at dinner. She dressed appropriately and made her way to the King's private chambers.

She sat beside the Queen and across from Prince Vegeta. About halfway into dinner the Queen spoke to her son. "How was class today, Vegeta? Did anything happen?"

Vegeta tensed. He thought Bulma had told his mother what happened to her and if that is true, he would be punished severely. He decided not to tell his mother in case she didn't know. "It was fine. We learned about the new devices on the space pods and formulas. Of course, I knew it all already," he said proudly.

The Queen looked in Bulma's direction. She hadn't said a thing throughout dinner. Then, she remembered Bulma asking about Benika. "Vegeta, did Benika do anything today in class, perhaps something disrespectful?"

Vegeta took a deep breath and replied with a lie. "Not that I know of. It was a normal day."

Bulma didn't even flinch when Vegeta lied to his mother. She knew he wouldn't tell her. Cecila knew her son was lying, but decided not to push the subject.

Soon dinner was over and the two children were dismissed. They walked on opposite sides of the hall all the way to their rooms. Bulma didn't say a word to Vegeta. He was starting to get angry. He wanted to talk to her, but thought she should start the conversation. She didn't.

They entered their rooms from separate doors without speaking. The night grew darker and both were in their beds wide awake. Bulma thought of the events in class while Vegeta thought about Broly waving at his friend. Finally the prince couldn't take it any more. Bulma hadn't even come into his room because she was scared. He could almost hear her heart beating in the next room. Vegeta threw his blankets off his body and entered Bulma's room.

"What is wrong with you, girl?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma was silent for a few minutes while Vegeta stood in the middle of the room waiting for an answer. He is very impatient. "Answer me!"

"I hate you! Get out of my room before I scream!" Bulma yelled.

Vegeta was confused. He hadn't done anything. "Why do you hate me? I didn't do anything."

"Exactly! You didn't do anything!" Bulma huffed and started to cry. "I thought you were my friend. You let that mean girl talk to me like an animal and then she spit on me. You didn't even care. Get out!"

The prince walked closer to her bed and levitated so he could see her. He saw tears rolling down her cheeks and he actually felt terrible. He did care that Benika said those things, but he didn't want the other Elites to know.

He moved over to her shaking body and sat Indian style beside her. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and apologized. "I'm sorry that I let her talk to you like that. It will never happen again. Now, talk to me because I don't want you to continue to cry. It makes me feel funny inside," he told his friend.

Bulma dried her tears and sat exactly like Vegeta without crossing her arms. "I knew you cared. Will you stay in here with me tonight? I still see those shadows," Bulma asked.

Vegeta nodded his head and moved the blankets from under him. Bulma fell asleep quickly after the two laid down. Vegeta wrapped his tail around her arm to comfort her. Soon he drifted off to sleep along with his best friend.

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