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-Chapter Eight-

"You can defend yourself just great, you little bitch," Yamcha snapped as he watched Bulma push herself up from the ground. Her eye was already turning black, and she had it closed. She had a look of pure venom while her thin lips where curved in a smile.

"You are going to regret that, farmer boy." He watched in amazement as white-blue lightening began to crackle around her body as her power level rose. He furrowed his brows for a moment when she disappeared from view and didn't have time to move when she reappeared behind him. She slammed her foot into the small of his back and sent him flying into the wall she just hit.

"You aren't worth my time," Bulma mumbled and semi-limped over towards her cabin.

Yamcha struggled to get up. But he had a smirk on his face. The little bitch actress. I can see she's hurt. I got a good hit in there. Eva will be happy.

Bulma winced in pain as she slowly walked over to her cabin. She swung open the door and hopped over to her bed. She sat down and put her ankle on the bed. "Kami, this hurts!" She inwardly scanned her injury (a fairy thing) and decided he had twisted her ankle. Nothing serious. And she just happened to have some Ace bandage wrap.

She pulled the brown stuff out of her bag and began to wind it around her ankle. She finished just as 18 walked in.

"Bulma, where were you at breakfast? And why do you have your ankle wrapped up?"

Bulma sighed. "Um, I was sitting in the hammock…and I fell…out…"

18 put her hands on her hips. "And that would explain why you have a nasty shiner, too, right? C'mon, girl, I'm not stupid."

Bulma put her foot up onto the front end of the bunk bed to make the swelling lessen. "Ok. Fine. I was sitting in the hammock and this one jerk threw a rock at me and I got pissed and went to go see who it was. It was that Yamcha person --"

"Yamcha beat you up??? Oh man, wait until Vegeta hears…"

Bulma shook her head quickly. "Let me finish, ok? And don't tell him, he'll just make fun of me. Anyway, Yamcha was behind the boys bathroom and he said that his girl friend wanted him to beat me up. And then I called him farmer boy and he got mad and punched me in the eye. My foot must have bent weird when I hit the wall. But I got him back," she ended with a small grin. "I kicked him in the back and he smashed into the same wall. I'm ok. Just a little sore, that's all. But 18," she pleaded, "don't tell anybody, please?"

18 sighed and sat next to Bulma. "Fine. But you know Vegeta would get really mad at Yamcha and probably kill him or something."

Bulma snorted. "Yeah, I'd like to see that." There was a long silence. "18?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Chichi still mad at me?" Pause. "18?"

"I don't know, Bulma. You'll have to ask her yourself. Oh, by the way, we have our schedules. I brought you one." She pulled out a crumpled piece of pink paper and handed it to Bulma.

Hello Campers!

Welcome to Camp D. I am glad you have made it through the tryouts and I hope you will enjoy your summer with us. Here is your schedule for today.

ATTENDENCE MANDATORY IN ALL EVENTS. IF YOU DO NOT SHOW, YOU LOSE YOUR FREE TIME FOR AS LONG AS NEEDED. Thank you for your cooperation.

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9:00 am - meeting in auditorium

10:00 am - first hour - flying skills

11:00 am - second hour - self defense

12:00 pm - lunch

1:00 - 3:30 pm - free time

3:35 pm - third hour - special

4:30 pm - ready for supper

5:00 pm - supper

6:00 - 8:00 pm - game - meet in field

8:10 - 10:00 pm - free time

10:00 pm - fourth hour - astrology

11:30 pm - lights out

Welcome to Camp Difference. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Bulma scanned over the schedule quickly. "They make it sound like school with the hours and all." She glanced down at her watch. "Oh well, we better get to that meeting. It's 8:50 right now." She got up slowly and tenderly put half her weight on her leg. "That isn't going to work," she mumbled as she winced and sat down again. "I'll just fly."

Bulma hovered next to 18 as she flew to the auditorium. 18 stopped before the went in the door and pulled Bulma to the side of the building. "Bulma, how do you think people aren't going to notice your black eye and ankle?" She snapped lightly. "Do you expect people to just sit there and just accept that? There is going to be questions."

Bulma set down on her good leg and leaned up against the wall. "I know. I'll improvise, I guess. I don't know, I have a lot more things to worry about right now then people asking me stuff." 18 shrugged and they both, Bulma painfully, walked into the auditorium.

The huge place was much more spread out then before, since there was half as many people at camp. Bulma spotted Chichi, Goku, Krillin, and Vegeta in the back and nervously walked, scratch that, limped, towards them, sitting down on Chichi's left. Chichi said nothing, and began talking with Goku. Bulma sighed, hurt that her friend kept ignoring her. 18 sat down next to Krillin on the other end.

As teenagers filed into the room, Bulma put her injured foot up on her other knee, rubbing it carefully.

"What the heck did you do, Bulma?" Krillin asked when he saw Bulma's swollen ankle.

Bulma tried to think of something quick, but she answered with a simple "nothing" when she couldn't.

"Yeah, you're ankle just puffed up over night, right?" Bulma turned her head away from him and he put up his hands. "Alright, whatever."

Keeping her head turned so they couldn't see her black eye, she pretended to be interested in something on the cold metal bleacher. 10 little lines on the seat. 24 little pieces of lint on the floor. Ugh, this is pathetic.

"Can I have your attention, please? Children, your attention." The room slowly quieted and everyone looked towards the front. Jesse, the man from the day before, cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm proud of how you all did last night at the tournament. Each of you did a fantastic job and you should be proud too. Now, today, you should have all received your schedule. You are placed in the class you would do best in. The flyers go in to the flying class, and so on. The boundaries for Camp D are…" He went on explaining the large boundaries on which the camp was contained, the basic rules on respect and when he started on the punishments, Bulma listened again. "Hopefully, you all won't do anything bad, but if it comes to that the most basic punishment is sitting in my office for a selected time of your free time. Other things include eating lunch with me or the other director you met yesterday," half the crowd groaned at the thought of eating lunch with the fat, screechy lady, "hey, be nice all of you. And if we absolutely must, we will switch classes with you. Any questions?" None. "Alright, it's now 9:45 and you may all go to your next classes. By the way, the directions to where the classes are is located by the Mess Hall. Have fun!"

Bulma quickly stood on one leg to get out before she was trampled. She limped heavily over to the door and lost her balance when someone bumped into her. She felt herself beginning to tip when someone caught her. She looked up and smiled broadly at Chichi's worried face.

"Thanks, Chi."

"What are you doing, stupid?" Chichi set Bulma upright and help one of her two best friends out the door.

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Aw, isn't that just cute? Ok, I know I'm due for an explanation.

I'm sorry that I've taken sooo long for this to come out. I've been working on another story and my website, and I just haven't had time. But…I promise I'll work on this way more then I have been, alright! I (hopefully) will never leave you hanging again, alright???? Gomen!

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