"Bulma... Bulma wake up." Bulma awoke to someone nudging her gently, whispering. As her eyes flittered open, Sonya's face began to sharpen in her vision.

"S-Sonya?" she murmured, sitting up. Sonya nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. The blue haired girl looked around. They were still on the ship, alright. There were children up and talking, some crying, some with the daylights scared out of them eerily silent.

"I thought you were dead. You've been asleep forever!" Sonya helped Bulma to her feet, seeing that her friend was very much out of it. Bulma, however, was gazing around the ship area in awe. She was still in the loading section, but now there was food and water to be found around them, set up in little refridgerator type things.

"How long have I been asleep?" Bulma questioned, still feeling after effects from the sleeping aide.

"About seven months. We'll be at the planet soon."

"Seven months?" squealed Bulma. Sonya nodded; she hadn't awoken until two months ago.

"The sleeping aide really took it's toll on you. But don't worry; we'll be at Vegeta-sei (that's what they call their planet) in no time."

Bulma shook her head slowly. It didn't matter how long they'd be there in. She wanted to go home. She wanted to tell her mother and father where she was, and that she was ok. She wanted to be with Daddy, and Scratch, and ...

"I'm hungry," she managed to murmur. She began walking in the general direction of the fridge when she spotted someone who she'd just recently learned to hate: Miss Green. Or rather, she thought to herself furiously, Celera. She walked towards the woman instead, glowering. Celera noticed her coming to her, so she smiled kind of relieved.

"Bulma, you're alive! Oh, thank Vegeta-sei's stars!" She was surprised, however, when the blue haired girl continued to glare.

"I'd rather be dead." Celera's smile faded, and she looked at the girl in puzzlement. "How could you do this? You were the person we trusted, Celera. We thought that you were like an angel..." Bulma sneered at her. "Now we know you're nothing but a demon."

Celera felt a strong wave of guilt come upon her as she looked the girl in the eyes. Out of the whole selection, Bulma had been her favorite. She was bright, cheery, and most of all, intelligent. She thought that Bulma would be able to benefit the most from the transition from Chikyuu. She watched the girl wipe away angry tears.

"Bulma... I love each and every one of you children deeply. You know that. My being a Saiyan has nothing to do with that. And I promise you, I'll look over you all." She glanced around, seeing no other children, then whispered "Can I tell you a secret?"

Bulma raised one blue eyebrow, then nodded. "What?"

"I still consider myself a Chikyuu-jin at heart. I have emotions, just like you all. For four years, I was happy being on your planet. So Bulma, understand: nothing will make me change my mind about you kids. Nothing at all." Bulma nodded, then lunged at her, enveloping the Saiyan in a hug. Celera smiled down at the girl; maybe she'd be able to cope with this after all...

One month later, on the Planet Vegeta-sei

Celera felt as if she would lose the circulatory movement of blood in her hands any second now. Bulma and Sonya were each gripping one of them tightly, afraid of getting lost in the massive palace, yet gaping around them in awe. The palace was just as Celera remembered it to be four years ago, when she'd been launched out to Chikyuu. Now the children were getting their first glimpse of what would be their new home.

"Miss Celera, where are we again?" asked Bulma as she gaped some more. Sonya tried to murmur the same thing, only to end up walking straight into a marble column. Her hand jerked abruptly away from Celera's, but she stood once more, looking unscathed.

"Are you okay?" asked Bulma. Rubbing her forehead, Sonya nodded.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."

Grinning widely, Bulma tried not to laugh as she commented "Did you happen to catch the number on the truck?"

"Oh funny, Bulma. Ha ha." Celera was now inspecting the girl's nose. Just then, a massive creaking noise could be heard. She stood from her crouching position and stared at the doors. The two girls hands grasped instinctively for hers; she'd now become like a second mother to them. The others, who had been previously milling around, gaping at artwork or the palace itself, now flocked behind her, like goslings to a mother geese, as if she were some protection against that which was on the other side of the door.

As the doors creaked open, Celera whispered to Bulma "Do as I say... and as I do." A huge Saiyan, whom Bulma guessed to be the king because of the royal-looking armor he wore, came forth from the opening, followed by an equally arrogant looking boy who she guessed as the Prince. Celera bowed deeply to him; Bulma directed her classmates to do the same. The King looked ... rather impressed.

"Hm. It seems that you already have them well trained, Celera. I'm glad I chose you as my adviser... and the head of this mission." She bowed even deeper.

"Thank you, my liege." Bulma rolled her eyes and made a face at Sonya; this was just plain stupid. A firm grip grabbed her chin and turned her face slowly to face that of the gripper: King Vegeta. She gulped aloud; maybe this hadn't been the right time for her spunky attitude.

"What's your name?" the King smirked.

"Bulma, Your Highness. Bulma Briefs." The King shook his head slowly as he let go of her chin; she sighed in relief. She could hear, however, the Prince smirking. She flashed a brief glower at him before turning back to the King.

"You seem to be somewhat intelligent... and a little brave..." He patted her head before turning to Celera. "Keep that bravery under check.

With a regard to Celera, King Vegeta walked off, the Prince trailing behind him. But Bulma caught him stealing a glance back at her, as if trying to see if this Chikyuu was really the type to defy the royalties. She huffed as she turned back to Celera, who was giving her a concerned look.

"Bulma, do you know who that just was?" she asked. Bulma nodded, smirking.

"He didn't scare me, Miss Celera," she lied. "I wish he would've tried something." Sighing, Celera turned her attention to the group.

"Children, from now on, you'll be living here, on Vegeta-sei with us. You'll be living in the palace, each with a roommate so we know what's happening with you. Tomorrow, you'll be taking classes, and-"

"Says who?" piped up one cocky, arrogant child.

Celera's eyes darkened as she bared Saiyan fangs at the child, glaring hard and long. The children let out a unanimous startled gasp at the violent change she'd suddenly undergone. He backed up consequently, fear draining blood from his face. "Says... me..." was her answer. The boy nodded, even as she turned back to the topic at hand with her once more gentle voice. "Now then..."