Yippee! You guys really do love me! Well, because of that, I'm writing chapter 4 a little faster and a little earlier.... also a little longer... Ah well. Luv ya back,

-Winter
P.S.: This one's way delayed because my comp. went down! I hate siblings


Chapter 4- Of Soccer and Saiyans (Yayness! Title Chapter, Babe!)

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Bulma sat in the classroom, her eyes watching Celera as she explained the concept of gravitrons to the class, but her mind was elsewhere.

"When're we gonna get to learn something useful, or more difficult?" she thought as she watched Sonya scribble down notes frantically, trying to keep up with both teacher and holgrams. Just then, Celera stopped talking and looked to the back of the room.

"Well," she said, turning off the holomachine, "it seems like your lessons for today are over. You shall now have your recreation time before lights out at 9:00. We'll alert you to when that is. In the meantime," she said rather loudly as she noticed several students getting up, "I suggest you all do some purusing over the Saiyan scripts tonight, as we will be soon learning them, and the Saiyan language as well." The children had all sat back down, not wanting to see her mean side again.

"Class is dismissed." NOW they all stood, clamoring to get out of the door. Bulma was about to leave the room when a sudden thought crossed her mind. She turned around and walked up to Celera's desk. She was looking at something on her laptop, but quickly closed it when she heard Bulma coming near.

"Miss Celera?" Bulma asked, holding a white and black ball under her arm.

"Yes, Bulma?" Bulma looked a little restless, as if she'd had a lot of pent up energy in her body. She now began to idly bounce the ball around.

"Do you guys have, like, have a field for use to play on?" Ah; now Celera could see where this conversation was going. Bulma and the other little Chikyuu kids wanted to play. When they were on Earth, they'd been allowed recess periods, but now, they were always pent up in their rooms studying. Celera's lips formed into a broad grin.

"You're in luck, Bulma. We do." She gestured for Bulma to look out the window, where a wide, unused field sat empty and idle. It was regulation sized for their little game. Maybe she could convince the King into letting them use it. "Oh, but you won't be able to use it right away," she called as Bulma turned to leave.

"Why not?"

"Because I have to get the King's permission for you guys to-"

Bulma sighed rather loudly. "It seems that's all this place is about is permissions. 'You have to get permission to go eat.' 'You need permission to go back to your dorm if you're sick.'" The blue haired girl shrugged her shoulders and with a wry smile added "Next thing you know, we'll have to get permission to use the bathrooms..." With a slight and simple bow, the "head" Chikyuu (as the King now called her, due to her constant leading of the group) left the room. Celera shook her head in bemusement and picked up her laptop, locked the door, and, whistling a tune, left the classroom.


"King Vegeta?" The crowned King of Vegeta-sei looked up upon hearing the voice of Celera, his advisor. She stood there at the door, still dressed in Chikyuu fashions, still wearing those fake glasses she'd used. He heaved a heavy sigh while watching her approach.

"Honestly, dearest Celera," he muttered, "you can drop your disguise, now. You're on Vegeta-sei." Celera, with a smirk, laughed at him. She couldn't help that she'd become a Chikyuu-type woman. Being away from home for four years did something to you that you just couldn't describe. Especially when the one you loved the most had-

"Celera?" She snapped out of her thought patterns quickly, mentally cursing herself for forgetting the King's impatience. She half-bowed and continued.

"Sorry, my liege. I was just going to inquire about the empty field outside of the Chikyuu classroom window."

"What about it?" he asked, watching as one of his servants came up with a huge golden cup filled with wine. He quickly drank it down and turned his attention back to the young Saiyan woman. She shrugged simplisticly, watching his reaction carefully.

"The Chikyuu's are getting bored very easily... the head one, the one with the blue hair-"

"Ah, yes. *Her.*"

"-well, she's suggessted that they organize a game of soccer out on that field. Would it be alright with you if we utilized it?" The King raised an eyebrow to look at her skeptically, and in thought. He tilted his head left and right, then shrugged.

"I suppose." Celera smiled broadly before bowing.

"Thank you, my liege..." she said to herself as she left the room to go tutor another student... Prince Vegeta...


Prince Vegeta stood at the window of his room, watching as the children ran back and forth across the field, kicking the white and black ball. He'd finished his pathetic little homework assignment, and Celera was out in the other room, sulking or something like she normally did as she looked at the piece of garbage Chiykuu laptop. *Hmph,* he thought, *look at them. Expending all of their energy in some witless game... but it does look kind of fun...*

"Mother!" Celera looked up from her writing, hearing the Prince call out to his mother again. Too bad she was off at some peace treaty mission, or whatever it happened to be... supposedly. She walked to his bedroom, giving him a 'you did it again' glance. He simply snorted at her, then pointed out the window. "What are they doing out there?" he asked. She looked at his desk to check that his homework was done; it was. She went to the window, and instantly recognized the game as the one she'd just organized.

"It's a Chikyuu game called soccer, Prince."

"What's the objective?" Celera mentally smiled, glad that he was showing interest in something for once. She pointed to the current controller of the ball, who happened to be Bulma.

"See that girl? She and her teammates are all working together to get the ball into that goal," she explained as Bulma kicked the ball into the goal. "It's fairly simple. I think-"

"You think what?" Vegeta now glared at her, as if daring her to continue. She shook her head, realizing she had accidentally overstepped her boundaries.

"Nothing." Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest, looking out the window then turned to his adviser. She tried to blank her expression, trying not to laugh at his curiosity while she waited for his answer.

"Well, Celera, I wish to play this... 'Chikyuu soccer'."


Celera led the young Prince down to the field ten minutes later, sporting light body armor, a bicycle helmet, knee pads, ankle pads, and elbow pads. Bulma was about to punt the ball into the goal when she heard Celera's voice call for her. Adeptly, she kicked the ball up in the air and caught it.

"Celera!" she laughed, running over to the woman. "Hi!" Celera smiled politely, almost apologetically. Hmm. Seems like she might be hiding something... Then Bulma noticed who she'd brought along with her. Stifling a laugh, she looked back up at her mentor. "What's *he* doing here?"

"I've come to join you in your silly preoccupation," Vegeta blurted out before his adviser even got the chance to reply. A low murmur of excitement and diapproval started up within the group. Bulma didn't think the idea so bad, but Sonya obviously didn't agree. She dragged her friend a ways away from the rest.

"Bulma! Threre's no way we can let him play with us!" Bulma's jaw almost dropped to the floor at her normally open friend's behaviour.

"And why not?" Sonya shot a glance towards the prince, then added in a hushed voice

"Because you *know* how Prince's are. He'll try and take over the whole game and everything!" Bulma shook her head and laughed wryly.

"Fine then, Celera. He's on my team." Celera's mouth fell agape, and she tried to utter something else before frustratedly going to the other side of the field, calling to her team. Bulma motioned to Vegeta in a "come hither" sort of maneuver. He decided not to listen, so she, in turn, decided to catch his attention...


Prince Vegeta felt like an idiot. He should have just stayed in and trained with Nappa. But noooo. He had to ask what the idiots were doing. He'd *had* to ask if he could play. Now he was about to play "soccer" with these... inferiors beings. And the worst part? Celera had dragged him outside in a bunch of protective gear. Helmet, pads... the works. He snorted defiantly, watching the ground as they walked. *If anyone's gonna need protective gear,* he'd thought, *it was going to be them.*

"Bulma!" Vegeta watched Celera yell her brains out, searching for someone.

*Bulma?* he thought. Then he saw who'd responded. *Oh no.... the head Chikyuu... The one with that shiny mass of blue stuff glued to her head. It's not enough that Father's always complaining about her when he's got free time on his hands. Cocky little bi-* Vegeta stopped his thoughts abruptly when the soccer ball was thrown at him.

"Hey, you!" called the annoying voice of a girl. "I told you once, I'm not gonna say it again; you're on my team!" Vegeta watched the retreating figure of Celera, trying to decide if he should nail her with the ball now, or kick her shins later. In either case, she was a girl, and he couldn't do either. Snatching off his armor, Vegeta walked up to the sassy loudmouthed bluebird.

"Listen, you," he started, "I'm Prince of this planet. You piss me off, and I can blow you to Chikyuu." The girl smirked at him as she pulled back her hair.

"Well, if you're so big and bad, why don't you just do it?!" she sneered. The two of them glared at one another before Vegeta (a.n.: Of all people!) looked away with a growl.

"C'mon. Let's get this over with." Vegeta had been watching them from his room for some time, so he knew what to do...


Author: Haha! Another Cliffhanger! Well, I've decided to do the soccer game as a side scene (seperate story on FF.net)! If you wanna read it, I'll write it an' post it later (if I get enough requests for it!). The next scene takes place when the two are about 16 (eighteen for Veggie-chan! ^_^). Oh yeah, I meant to ask you peeps, especially the ones who read Innosence to Insolence: do you mind if I throw a party scene in there somewhere? Kinda like the coronation, but a whooooooole (add anudder OOO) lot different? Just a thought I thought (too much thought...) I'd play with. Well, now it's time to play everyone's favorite game: "Write That Review!"