Broken World

Chapter 4: Encounter

My first day of school sucked. I cannot put it any other way. What is ironic is I don't even want to be here. These Saiyans are such hostile beings. I encountered a few during the course of the school day, mostly Saiyan girls. Lets just say they are not people you want to mess with. What is infuriating though is that they act like they own the place... like they own you. I noticed the Saiyan from the park sat close to me in some classes and it was as if the Saiyan girls went crazy. The glares I received... their behavior reminds me slightly of my stepfather's and it's chilling.

Bulma walked down the corridor, not quite ready to go home and face the inevitable abuse. The only thing she did enjoy about this school was that she got a sense of freedom and liberty. Her stepfather knew nothing about what she was really doing and although it was a dangerous game she was playing, she was enjoying every second of it. Knowing she was defying him was exhilarating.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice sounded from behind her. She stopped walking down the corridor and slowly turned. 'Just great'. Three Saiyans were standing there smirking. Saiyan women. She felt dread wash over her. She wasn't scared though, it's not like she hadn't been beaten before. They were intimidating and it was three against one, not that she even stood a chance if it were one on one.

They surrounded her before she could even blink. They advanced on her and all she could do was back up until she hit the wall.

"Stay away from him, you weakling!" The middle Saiyan said, obviously being the leader of the trio.

"Stay away from who?" Her voice was calm…she was calm now. Yes, Saiyans were frightening, but she wasn't scared and that was her advantage.

"We see him watching you, though I don't know what he sees in such a pathetic useless creature," The other two girls sniggered at that comment. "But it's not just him, it's all the males. Look at you, flaunting around here with your blue hair and acting as if you don't know that you are being lusted after."

Bulma just rolled her eyes, but this was her first mistake.

"Don't disrespect me you bitch!" She was then shoved, shoved so hard into the wall. For a split second everything was quiet calm and serene but that moment ended when a jagged pain buzzed through her whole body. She let out a small cry and dropped to her knees, her head bent over while her one arm kept her up while the other clutched her stomach.

"That is enough!" Bulma didn't look up, but she could hear the three Saiyan girls gasp. She was surprised when they dropped to the ground too. Were they...bowing!

"My Prince..." The girl that had spoken to Vegeta started, but whatever she was going to say no one would ever know because she was cut off.

"Don't speak you wench. You are an embarrassment to all Saiyans, now get out of here before I lose control."

Those Saiyan girls left so fast it wasn't even funny. Vegeta turned to watch their retreating forms. When he turned back around his smirk was wiped off his face when he saw the human walking away.

He could tell she was hurting, by the way she walked and the fact that she was still clutching her stomach. Human's weakness was their downfall. They could be overpowered so easily. He followed closely after her, a little insulted that he didn't get at least a thank you. He saved her ass; the least she could do was acknowledge him.

H grabbed her arm when he was close enough, not to hard, but lightly enough to stop her. He turned her around and the look on her face surprised him. It was mixture of fear and confusion.

"Don't touch me" Bulma weakly whispered. She pulled back, not once looking him in the eye.

"Why do you fear me?" Vegeta asked, he was genuinely curious, but he wouldn't let it be discovered. He was taken aback when she looked him directly in the eye.

"It's not you that I fear, it's what you can do to me that I am afraid of…" She left the sentence hanging… and it was as if it had a hidden meaning.

She started walking away from him, silently begging him not to follow her.

"Wait!"

Bulma stopped, but didn't turn. Vegeta wasn't exactly sure why he had said wait, thinking fast he continued.

"Do you need a ride home?" Considering he didn't know what to say, that was the best thing he could come up with.

Bulma turned her head slightly so she could see him. Looking at his eyes she could tell he wouldn't pull anything funny IF she did accept, if he was really the Prince of all Saiyans he wouldn't disgrace his people. By the way she was thinking, Bulma could tell she didn't really trust the opposite sex… but who could really blame her. Of all her years of living… there hadn't really been a male figure in her life that she could look up to. Now with her stepfather abusing her, she hardly trusted anyone anymore. No one could help her.

He seemed to be waiting intently for her answer and Bulma realized she had stayed silently watching him for quite some time.

"Uh, no thanks." She quickly, well as quickly as she could manage, walked out of the school building. Walking in the general direction of her apartment once she got outside. It felt unfamiliar that a stranger had been nice to her, never mind a male, she wasn't used to it, maybe she never would. He had saved her in a way and now she felt a little guilty about not saying thank you.

She shrugged her bag up, bringing it into a more comfortable position on her shoulder. She had forgotten that she even had a bag in the events that had previously occurred. She continued walking, although she was having some difficulty because of her stiletto boots.

She decided she would stop by the park, which was located quite near to the school. She was still a little shaken and she needed to reclaim herself before having to face her stepfather.

A black hover car with no roof pulled up next to her and slowed down to the speed she was walking at.

"Get in." It was more like command, like she didn't have a choice. She already knew who it was, the 'Prince'. She stopped walking and he stopped his car. She was hurting, although she knew she would be able to handle it, but she needed to thank him. Without really thinking about it she got in. He smirked. She took her bag off; her back was hurting more than she realized… the bag made it more uncomfortable for her while she was sitting.

She didn't know why, but she didn't feel threatened around him. Yes, she was still cautious and always aware, but she felt peculiarly comfortable around him. This confused her.

"Direct me." She gave him directions to her stepfather's apartment. He seemed so laid back while driving… then a thought occurred to her.

"How come you are allowed to drive, laws say you have to be eighteen to drive."

"Well there are always advantages about being a Prince." He sneered again. "People hear the word 'Prince' and 'Saiyan' and then they bend to your every will… except maybe for you." He glanced at her for a second, but then turned his attention straight ahead again.

"Well I only found out you were the Saiyan Prince today, though that doesn't mean I will bend to your every will now." Bulma used his words against him.

"You are so different from every other earthling I have been in contact with."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, no it isn't."

They were silent after that, until they arrived at her apartment.

"This is where you live?" There was a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, third floor…thanks for the ride…" She got out slowly. "… and thanks for helping me back there."

He looked at her with no emotion on his face, nothing.

"I'll see you around… woman." With that said he drove off… little did they both know her bag was still in the car.

Bulma sighed. She had thought that he was strong, mean and selfish, like she had heard all through the day. Overhearing people talking about a 'Prince' being in their midst. It was said that he cared for nothing but becoming stronger, but his father had forced him to come here. Maybe there was more to him that everyone thought, he just hadn't shown anyone.

Bulma unlocked the apartment door and walked in, closing the door behind her.

"Where the fuck have you been, you whore."

Before she knew what had happened she was pulled back and shoved onto the living room couch…