Author: Heya! Okay, so I decided to only kick the story up two years. Deux ans. That's it. Two-thirds of what I said... ::dodges miscellani:: Hey! I thought up a good plot twist, and I had to work Sonya's role into it somehow!
-Winter
Chapter 5- Don't Quit Your Dayjob
Bulma was sweaty, now, holding the soccer ball under her arm. "Dang..." she muttered, looking up into the sky, where the sun was shining unmercifully upon them. "I can't believe we lost. Stupid Rulian star..." She felt someone pinch her side gently, as if it took extra effort to do such. Bulma whirled to her left to see Prince Vegeta- or to her, Vegeta-kun- standing next to her, a smirk on his lips.
"Your team loses to mine again, onna," he laughed. She feigned throwing the ball at him, which didn't even phase him. "Yeah, like you'll ever try that again." (a.n.: haha! soccer side story info.) Bulma shrugged, not caring which way it went, really. She just loved to play the game. Vegeta, however, always saw the competitive edge to everything.
The statue... The two had been walking back towards the palace when she'd remembered it. The day she and Celera had been going to class suddenly flashed up to her mind's eye. She stopped abruptly in the field, watching as the others walked ahead.
"Hey, onna." Her thoughts were broken up by Vegeta's rough, deepening voice once more. She turned to face him, realizing how much they'd both grown since the first time they'd played together. It seemed so long ago. He was taller, too (a.n.: sorry to interrupt., but Veggie is taller in this a.u.), and had a lot more muscles than last time. This was just keeping up his agility, as his father had said for the excuse of him playing. She looked back to the tall, glass lined castle, gleaming hard against the sun.
"Vegeta-kun, I want to go look at that statue again." Vegeta sighed deeply.
"You always want to go see that statue."
"Yeah, I know, but-" Vegeta held up a hand to end the arguement. Bulma pursed her lips as she watched him laugh; he'd always stop her from talking in this way.
But then he continued. Leaning towards her as they walked to the palace, he whispered. "Look, if you want to go so bad, then meet me next to it tonight, at nine. The guards will all be away by then." And he smirked one last time before going to meet Celera. "Besides, I have something that belongs to you, or rather, should."
Bulma watched as he quickened his pace and flew off past his tutor, causing sand and other earth materials to fly up past her, flustering her Chikyuu clothes. As she always did, Celera trailed after the boy, shouting at him his name and various threats and insults. It was then that Sonya (a.n.: does anyone even like her O_o) trotted up next to her, looking, for once, serious.
"Hey, Bulma?" Uh-oh. Bulma knew what that meant. Anytime she started out talking like that, she had bad news. Instead of saying this, Bulma simply tightened her jacket around her waist before answering.
"Hey what?" They entered the palace then, the place that had once seemed like a torturous place, but now was home. The guards, as always, shut the door behind them. Sonya looked distantly ahead of them, towards another direction instead of the dorms. Bulma watched her stop at the turnpike, and she stared long and hard at Sonya. The other girl had also stopped, looking desperately between her friend and the other area. Sometimes, Bulma had seen other girls going down that way, but never boys. They were all pretty girls, some of other races, some Chikyuu. At any rate, Sonya breathed deep before continuing.
"I won't be able to play soccer anymore. I've got... a job at the palace," Sonya said, barely above a whisper. She was looking down, somewhat ashamedly, at the floor. "King Vegeta's got new guests at the palace, so they need..." she bit her lip at this "entertainment, I guess one could say."
It was then that Bulma remembered something she and Vegeta had *talked* about. They were out on the field, way after everyone else had gone in. Heck, it was almsot a year ago, and Vegeta really sucked at playing. She was teaching him some stuff, and by the time they got back, the sun was already setting. As they walked back, she was asking him some questions about things she'd seen around the palace.
"Hey Prince... I have a question." He'd snorted, annoyed.
"You always have questions." Bulma huffed at this and began to walk ahead, but he caught up with her. "Alright, alright; shoot."
"Sometimes, some of the girls from our dorms... they don't come straight back. Do you know why they don't get caught? Or why when they do and people bring them back, why don't they get in trouble?" Vegeta made a slightly disgusted sound at this. Bulma thought she'd offended him and some way and was about to apologize when he continued.
"They're toys, Bulma. My father, the king, has lots of guests that come to this place. Buisness deals, trading. The majority of them are males. And they get bored. So," he continued with a shrug, "my dad sometimes sends some girls, like your people, that're at the palace to "entertain" them. Quite frankly," he said, kicking up some dirt as he paused, "they're harlots. Prostitutes. Whores." This ended their little chat, and they walked back up to the castle in silence.
It was now that Bulma's disapproval showed. She sighed deeply and placed a hand on Sonya's shoulder. "Don't tell me, Sonya..." Sonya shook off Bulma's hand, looking suddenly angry.
"Listen Bulma. I don't have the brains that you and the other kids do. I mean, I'm smart, but not a genius. You know that Gabby's a sports type, so they put her somewhere else, too: she's gonna be starting a family with one of the locals. But my thing, Bulma? I'm pretty, and I'm a good dancer. Which means," she said, backing away, "I'm going this way." Sonya headed down the hall, not caring right now what Bulma thought. She had to live her own life, and Bulma... well, she guessed, Bulma just wouldn't be apart of it anymore...
Author: Yayness! I wrote this while watching Drunken Master! Good Jackie Chan movie! Anywho, it just got over. So's this part. Bulma and Veggie's rendezvous might be part six... or seven... it depends on which one you people wanna see first. I really wanna do the Sonya thingie first (enter: Zarbon!). So review and tell me what yah think!
-Winter
