"There, you look just like a normal teenager,"
"My tail hurts..."
"Well, you've got to keep it folded you know,"
"I'm wearing tight pants! I want those baggy ones!"
"That's not what I call tight you know. C'mon!" I pulled him inside the limo, "You insisted on coming so suffer the consequences!"
Soon enough, we were in the campus. Jeeves, our driver, dropped us in front of the school fountain. Vegeta started to look around.
"Hey...how come we're not wearing uniforms like the others?" he pointed to a bunch of eighth graders, who had started smiling and flirting with him even at a distance! I grabbed Vegeta by the arm.
"I forgot to explain to you," I pulled him inside the school, "There are five stages in our education. The first is nursery or pre-school. That takes one to two years. The next is kindergarten, which also takes two years. The third is elementary, six years. The fourth, high school, four years and last but not the least, college. The years depend on the subject or course you are taking...and college students don't wear uniforms,"
"Then...your in college?! How old are you anyway?" he asked as I headed for my locker.
"I'm sixteen. I'm supposed to be in the last year of high school...but they moved me to the last year of college," I smiled. Vegeta had a surprised look on his face.
"I forgot to tell you...I'm a gifted child...what you call a genius," I pointed at my temple. Vegeta's mouth gaped in awe.
"I got it from my dad," I went on, "I love to put up machineries and stuff so I took up Electrical Engineering as my course. I'll be graduating soon..."
"Whoa..." I heard him mutter. I was tickled pink. I'm glad I impressed him. Soon, we were in front of my classroom door. I touched the knob then hesitated.
"What's wrong? Don't you wanna go?" Vegeta asked. Okay...it's now or never...I turned the knob and hurled myself in. Some of my classmates (most of which were boys) were sort of...monkeying around. All of my classmates are years older than I am. They all turned there heads to me. Slowly, I brought myself and Vegeta to the back of the class, where we found two extra seats.
"So...the baby bought another baby!" Al, the oldest in our class, laughed.
"You better make sure you have enough diapers when you two go poopoo!!!" he laughed.
"I'm no baby!!!" I fumed.
"Sure you're not..." Alice, one of the four girls in my class, cooed.
"You're still an embryo!" and she laughed her hysterical laugh. I felt my hands curl into fists. How I hated this school! These were the main reasons why I didn't want Vegeta to come along! I've been tormented by these people...but I have to endure it if I'm going to finish college! Before I could speak, Vegeta stood up. He had a bright glow around his body...and in his eyes...pure anger!!!
"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!!!" he yelled as he approached a bunch of boys who had made fun of me.
"Look! The baby's defending it's momma! Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" they laughed. Vegeta readied his fist.
"Vegeta! Don't!" I held on his arm to stop him. He shivered at the feel of my arms around his but he stopped.
"What's better? A handsome baby or a fat, ugly lardass such as yourself?" Vegeta smirked at Al. Oh no! He shouldn't have done that! Suddenly, Al threw a punch at Vegeta!
"Vegeta! Look out!" I covered my eyes. Then I heard a yelp...but it wasn't Vegeta's...it was Al's! I looked and saw that Vegeta had caught Al's fist and punched his stomach! Everyone gasped as Al fell to the floor, unconcious. Vegeta turned to Al's gang.
"Never mess with me, or with her," he pointed to me, "And bring your ally to your medication center. You better not inform these events to the authorities, if you know what's good for you!"
Al's friends nodded and quickly took him to the clinic. The other boys quickly sat down. Vegeta walked toward me.
"Vegeta...thank you..." I breathed.
"Wasn't much. I didn't like that lardass anyway," he smirked. Just as I was about to give him a surprise hug, Alice, along with her companions, Jess, Sara and Mei, pulled Vegeta aside.
"That was soooo cool! Nobody took Al like that before!"
"You're so strong...even for a kid!"
"You're no baby at all!"
"I'm seventeen and I'm not a baby!" Vegeta scoffed.
"Well, I'm four years older but hey! Age don't matter right?" Alice said in a soft, whispery way and before I knew it, gave Vegeta a kiss on the cheek!!! The color drained from my face. Vegeta just stood there! He didn't even move! Quickly, I pulled him aside and forced him to sit down while I wiped the smudge of lipstick on his cheek. I glared at Alice, who was giggling like a hyena!
"Poor jealous baby..." I heard her whisper to her friends. Hmp! Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean they have to treat me like this! They're all jealous of my good grades...my genius...and my always being at the top. I turned to Vegeta, who seemed dazed after the kiss. Full of anger, I planted a long, loud kiss on Vegeta's cheek, where Alice had kissed him. My classmates all turned to us but the kiss was over.
"W...what...was that?" Vegeta asked, his eyes wide.
"A kiss. Don't let other girls do that to you!!!" I scolded.
"Why?"
"Because...only wives should do that to her husbands," I whispered
"Why?"
"It just the way things are, okay!" I crossed my arms. Vegeta snickered.
"The way your acting, you looked as if you're jealous!"
"I AM NOT!"
"Are too!"
"Shush! The teacher's here!" I straightened up, as Mr. Yanka came in and beamed a smile at us. The faculty have already learned of Vegeta's supposed to be 'importance'. And so began another day of lecture.