Two weeks had past, and summer was finally over. Bulma groaned as she
awoke one morning. "Well, tomorrow's the big day," she sighed as she
stretched and got out of bed.
"Bulma!!" Mrs. Briefs chirped from the foot of the stairs. "Breakfast!!"
"Coming mom!!" she called back, slipping on her bathrobe and slippers and heading for the kitchen. "Today's the last day of a normal life."
"Good morning Princess. How'd you sleep?" Dr. Briefs asked his daughter as she took a seat at the table across from him, and poured a cup of orange juice.
"Fine" she replied bitterly. Though she was not as mad as she'd been before at her father, she still acted that way to him. If she acted any less mad he might catch on, and fine out Chi-Chi is attending the same school. And then he would surely change where she was going, while he still had time.
"Now come on Bulma. Its not as bad as you're making it out to be. You'll make friends there, and before you know it you'll be graduated and to college. And you won't even talk to your old high school friends, except at reunions."
"And that's supposed to make me want to go? Honestly daddy, you don't know me well at all. Please, just let me eat in peace and enjoy my last day here."
"Alright. But you'll change your mind about West City soon enough."
"Sure dad," she said sarcastically, then proceeded to get some cereal.
* * *
"So did they suspect anything Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked later that night while they were driving back from a movie. The only reason her parents let her go out so late on a school night was because it was her last night at home.
"Not a thing," she replied with a smile. "I'm a good actress."
"Good thing for that."
"So you all packed and ready for West City tomorrow?"
"Yup, you?"
"Yeah, I've been packed for a week."
"What about you and Yamcha? You two still fighting?"
"It wasn't a fight Chi-Chi!" Bulma shouted, making her friend shrink back. "Sorry…It wasn't a fight. We broke up for good."
"Has he called you yet?"
"No," she sighed, almost wishing he had. That way she knew she was still wanted by someone, even if it was a worthless jerk like Yamcha.
"Well here's your house."
"Yeah," she said solemnly, getting out of the car.
"See you sometime tomorrow! Bye!!" Chi-Chi yelled to Bulma who was already half way to the house.
"You're a half an hour late," Dr. Briefs said to Bulma as she came in the door.
"Give me a break dad. You're ending my life tomorrow."
"Fine. Just be ready by 8:00 tomorrow morning," he said, then turned to leave. "Oh, and that Yamcha called for you about an hour ago. Sounded urgent, you might want to call him back tonight."
"Arg…Yamcha…Thanks dad. Good night." She slowly trudged to her room, not in the least bit in a rush to call him. "That jerk, what the hell could he possibly want?" She changed into her slightly revealing night gown, crawled into bed, her back on the headboard, and dialed his number.
"Hello." He sounded awful.
"Yamcha, its Bulma. I'm just returning your call to tell you not to call me." She was about to hang up the phone when he said something.
"Wait. I love you…"
"What did you just say?" Sure he'd said that to her before, but this time he actually sounded sincere. But he hadn't won her back, yet.
"I said…I-I…I love you Bulma. Please, give me another chance. I need you…"
"Yamcha, please don't do this. Its not going to work this time, and all you're doing is making a fool of yourself."
"I don't care if I'm making a fool of myself. I have to say this. I can't live without you. I've made mistakes in the past, but I'm different now (How many guys have said THAT before? Sheesh, what a fake…)."
"Well…Umm…no. No Yamcha! I'm not taking you back this time!!" she yelled, then hung up the phone. "I can't believe I almost said yes!! Uh!"
* * *
"Bulma!!" her father yelled, shaking her awake. "Its 8:15! You need to be at the school in a half an hour!!"
"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled half asleep.
"Bulma!!"
"Ahh!! Ok! Ok!!" she yelled, stumbling out of bed and into her bathroom. "Damn father, waking me up so early…who does he think he is?…He's got some nerve…" She mumbled nearly inaudible insults and curses to her father from the shower, still half asleep and occasionally nodding off.
* * *
"Sorry we're late," Dr. Briefs said to one of the women at the front desk.
"That's quite alright sir. We're just happy to have young…"
"Bulma."
"Young Bulma here at our school. I'm sure she'll fit in wonderfully."
*If I was a mindless Barbie doll* Bulma thought to herself, with a smile on her face. She was going to raise hell here.
"Now if you go down the hall and to the right, they're holding a commencement ceremony in the auditorium. Then rooms will be assigned and schedules will be distributed."
"Thank you Miss." He bent forward slightly to read her name tag. "Waters. I'm sure Bulma will just love it here once she's all settled in."
"Well she was a little too perky," Bulma stated as her father practically dragged her to the auditorium. "This sucks…"
"Bite your tongue Bulma!" He shouted under a whisper. "Now you will pay attention to everything that is said in there. Now come on." He pulled her by her arm, and into the huge auditorium. It was so big it could fit a small country.
The ceremony lasted a good hour or so, and the only reason she was awake for the whole thing was because her father continually jabbed his elbow in her side. Luckily for her she didn't see Chi-Chi at all. Of course she wondered how she could find any one person in such a huge place.
The boy that had been sitting next to her had most of her attention during the presentation though. He looked as unhappy to be there as she did, and like her, wasn't afraid to show it. He sat ridged like an army officer, his arms crossed and a set glare at the stage. His perfectly chiseled features made her stare blankly at him, until she of course caught herself and made it less obvious. Though his face isn't what caught her attention. It was his hair. Jet black, and it stood wildly up on end (If you haven't figured it out by now, its VEGETA!! Heehee). The man sitting next to him had a strong resemblance of him, though he had a beard and mustache, he was obviously his father.
"Ok now, you're assigned to room 45D," Dr. Briefs said looking at the paper they'd been given after commencement. "42…43…44…Ah! 45! Here we are!" he cheered.
"Woo fricken Hoo," Bulma huffed, following her father into the room. It was nothing like she'd expected. In movies she'd seen where kids went to boarding schools the room were always the same. A few beds, a closet, and a few dressers. But this room was nothing short of spectacular. "Wow," she gasped shoving her father aside and taking in the room.
On the far right were three beds, all with night stands and lamps and such. Then in the middle of the room there was a huge sofa and TV. Near the door where they came in was a small corner kitchen: a microwave, sink and mini- fridge. To the far left was a door which led to the bathroom that had everything except a shower. There were huge bathrooms with co-ed showers down the hall. The door next to the bathroom was a closet door, with three huge separate areas. The place was huge.
"I take it that you like it," her father said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I love it. Wow. You never told me what great rooms this place had."
"You never gave me a chance to tell you anything about it. Well its getting late, and you must want to just get settled. Besides, I have to meet your mother for lunch in and hour. We'll call you tonight," he said kissing her forehead in that fatherly way. "Bye dear.
"Bye daddy," she said walking him out of the room, then closing the door behind him.
"Daddy? And I bet you're his little Princess," said a female voice from behind her. Bulma turned to see a girl her age, and a bit taller with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She didn't seem at all friendly (Could it be?? 18!?).
"Of course," Bulma hissed back. "Anything to get what I want."
"I see. I gave up on that game years ago when my parents started sending me to this shit hole. What's your name? Since we are roomies and all, I'm going to have to talk to you sometimes."
"Its Bulma."
"Bulma huh? Now where have I heard that name before? Bulma…Briefs…I knew you looked familiar!"
"Yeah," she said dryly. She hated when people found out she was the daughter of the famous Dr. Briefs of Capsule Corp.
"Must be pretty great being the daughter of-"
"Trust me, its not. Why do you think I'm here?"
"Alright, I get ya."
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Number 18. But everyone just calls me 18."
"Number 18? Is that your real name?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. My father was a dull man." (That sounds familiar. LOL!)
"I see…"
"Don't ponder on it too much. Its not that weird."
"Yeah…So…How long have you been coming here?"
"Four years. Thank Kami its my last year here."
"So you know a lot of people huh?"
"Don't get your hopes cupcake. You don't exactly seem like the type of girl who belongs with my friends."
"Oh I'm not? Try me," she said with a glare.
"Alright. Worst thing you've done."
"At school or home?"
"Both."
"Got all the dogs and cats from the pound and let them loose in the halls at school at lunch. Mind you that was nearly 60 of each. Of course I had help from my friend Chi-Chi, she goes here too now."
"Good, I guess. And home?"
"Put SuperLax (Stuff that makes people have diarrhea) in the entire Thanksgiving Dinner, when the whole Capsule Corp. staff was there. That was the last year they came," she laughed remembering their faces.
"Well Bulma, I must say I'm impressed."
"Oh wonderful, my life is complete," Bulma said sarcastically.
"Ok priss, I practically own this school. So don't cross me."
"I'm scared. Really I am. Please, don't hurt me."
"Watch it!" 18 yelled, raising her hand to slap her.
"Hey!! 18!!" yelled a woman in the doorway. "Starting a little early this year, aren't we?"
"Never too early Miss Berken," 18 said turning to face her. She was a short stubby woman with dark brown hair and piercing black eyes.
"And who might you be girl?" she asked looking at Bulma.
"Bulma Bri-"
"That's all. Enjoy your stay here Bulma." With that said she walked away, leaving the door open.
"I hate that bitch," 18 groaned.
"She seems nice. Like my old history teacher."
"Blah blah blah…I've known you five minutes and all you do is talk. Shut up for once will ya?"
"Fuck off 25! Or whatever the hell your number was!"
"Its 18! Get it right!!" she yelled, again attempting to hit Bulma, when they were interrupted once more.
"Hey! Aren't you two gonna say hi to your other roomie!?" Chi-Chi called from the doorway.
"Chi-Chi!!?" Bulma cried, running and hugging her friend.
"Oh great," 18 sighed, taking a seat on the couch and turning on the TV.
"How'd you get the same room as me?"
"Well when they were assigning rooms I didn't get one. So I was aloud to pick where I went. And I asked what room you were in, and here I am."
"Thank Kami you're here. I don't think I could have lasted a whole year with 18."
"Yeah, the woman at the desk warned me about her. But from the sound of it, I like her already, Chi-Chi laughed.
"I thought so too. But damn, she's a bitch."
"I can hear you," 18 said turning around.
"I said it loud."
"Well you guys seem to have hit it off. Or not." The girls laughed, aside from 18, until they were blue in the face.
"Fuck you two!" 18 yelled. "I'm leaving!"
"Bye then! Don't hurry back!"
----Chapter 2!! WooHoo!! Girls can be so cruel to one another. But don't worry, they're warm up to each other soon enough.
Next time: First day of classes, and that dark sexy guy Bulma was checking out shows up in some of her class. Yay!! :D
"Bulma!!" Mrs. Briefs chirped from the foot of the stairs. "Breakfast!!"
"Coming mom!!" she called back, slipping on her bathrobe and slippers and heading for the kitchen. "Today's the last day of a normal life."
"Good morning Princess. How'd you sleep?" Dr. Briefs asked his daughter as she took a seat at the table across from him, and poured a cup of orange juice.
"Fine" she replied bitterly. Though she was not as mad as she'd been before at her father, she still acted that way to him. If she acted any less mad he might catch on, and fine out Chi-Chi is attending the same school. And then he would surely change where she was going, while he still had time.
"Now come on Bulma. Its not as bad as you're making it out to be. You'll make friends there, and before you know it you'll be graduated and to college. And you won't even talk to your old high school friends, except at reunions."
"And that's supposed to make me want to go? Honestly daddy, you don't know me well at all. Please, just let me eat in peace and enjoy my last day here."
"Alright. But you'll change your mind about West City soon enough."
"Sure dad," she said sarcastically, then proceeded to get some cereal.
* * *
"So did they suspect anything Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked later that night while they were driving back from a movie. The only reason her parents let her go out so late on a school night was because it was her last night at home.
"Not a thing," she replied with a smile. "I'm a good actress."
"Good thing for that."
"So you all packed and ready for West City tomorrow?"
"Yup, you?"
"Yeah, I've been packed for a week."
"What about you and Yamcha? You two still fighting?"
"It wasn't a fight Chi-Chi!" Bulma shouted, making her friend shrink back. "Sorry…It wasn't a fight. We broke up for good."
"Has he called you yet?"
"No," she sighed, almost wishing he had. That way she knew she was still wanted by someone, even if it was a worthless jerk like Yamcha.
"Well here's your house."
"Yeah," she said solemnly, getting out of the car.
"See you sometime tomorrow! Bye!!" Chi-Chi yelled to Bulma who was already half way to the house.
"You're a half an hour late," Dr. Briefs said to Bulma as she came in the door.
"Give me a break dad. You're ending my life tomorrow."
"Fine. Just be ready by 8:00 tomorrow morning," he said, then turned to leave. "Oh, and that Yamcha called for you about an hour ago. Sounded urgent, you might want to call him back tonight."
"Arg…Yamcha…Thanks dad. Good night." She slowly trudged to her room, not in the least bit in a rush to call him. "That jerk, what the hell could he possibly want?" She changed into her slightly revealing night gown, crawled into bed, her back on the headboard, and dialed his number.
"Hello." He sounded awful.
"Yamcha, its Bulma. I'm just returning your call to tell you not to call me." She was about to hang up the phone when he said something.
"Wait. I love you…"
"What did you just say?" Sure he'd said that to her before, but this time he actually sounded sincere. But he hadn't won her back, yet.
"I said…I-I…I love you Bulma. Please, give me another chance. I need you…"
"Yamcha, please don't do this. Its not going to work this time, and all you're doing is making a fool of yourself."
"I don't care if I'm making a fool of myself. I have to say this. I can't live without you. I've made mistakes in the past, but I'm different now (How many guys have said THAT before? Sheesh, what a fake…)."
"Well…Umm…no. No Yamcha! I'm not taking you back this time!!" she yelled, then hung up the phone. "I can't believe I almost said yes!! Uh!"
* * *
"Bulma!!" her father yelled, shaking her awake. "Its 8:15! You need to be at the school in a half an hour!!"
"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled half asleep.
"Bulma!!"
"Ahh!! Ok! Ok!!" she yelled, stumbling out of bed and into her bathroom. "Damn father, waking me up so early…who does he think he is?…He's got some nerve…" She mumbled nearly inaudible insults and curses to her father from the shower, still half asleep and occasionally nodding off.
* * *
"Sorry we're late," Dr. Briefs said to one of the women at the front desk.
"That's quite alright sir. We're just happy to have young…"
"Bulma."
"Young Bulma here at our school. I'm sure she'll fit in wonderfully."
*If I was a mindless Barbie doll* Bulma thought to herself, with a smile on her face. She was going to raise hell here.
"Now if you go down the hall and to the right, they're holding a commencement ceremony in the auditorium. Then rooms will be assigned and schedules will be distributed."
"Thank you Miss." He bent forward slightly to read her name tag. "Waters. I'm sure Bulma will just love it here once she's all settled in."
"Well she was a little too perky," Bulma stated as her father practically dragged her to the auditorium. "This sucks…"
"Bite your tongue Bulma!" He shouted under a whisper. "Now you will pay attention to everything that is said in there. Now come on." He pulled her by her arm, and into the huge auditorium. It was so big it could fit a small country.
The ceremony lasted a good hour or so, and the only reason she was awake for the whole thing was because her father continually jabbed his elbow in her side. Luckily for her she didn't see Chi-Chi at all. Of course she wondered how she could find any one person in such a huge place.
The boy that had been sitting next to her had most of her attention during the presentation though. He looked as unhappy to be there as she did, and like her, wasn't afraid to show it. He sat ridged like an army officer, his arms crossed and a set glare at the stage. His perfectly chiseled features made her stare blankly at him, until she of course caught herself and made it less obvious. Though his face isn't what caught her attention. It was his hair. Jet black, and it stood wildly up on end (If you haven't figured it out by now, its VEGETA!! Heehee). The man sitting next to him had a strong resemblance of him, though he had a beard and mustache, he was obviously his father.
"Ok now, you're assigned to room 45D," Dr. Briefs said looking at the paper they'd been given after commencement. "42…43…44…Ah! 45! Here we are!" he cheered.
"Woo fricken Hoo," Bulma huffed, following her father into the room. It was nothing like she'd expected. In movies she'd seen where kids went to boarding schools the room were always the same. A few beds, a closet, and a few dressers. But this room was nothing short of spectacular. "Wow," she gasped shoving her father aside and taking in the room.
On the far right were three beds, all with night stands and lamps and such. Then in the middle of the room there was a huge sofa and TV. Near the door where they came in was a small corner kitchen: a microwave, sink and mini- fridge. To the far left was a door which led to the bathroom that had everything except a shower. There were huge bathrooms with co-ed showers down the hall. The door next to the bathroom was a closet door, with three huge separate areas. The place was huge.
"I take it that you like it," her father said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I love it. Wow. You never told me what great rooms this place had."
"You never gave me a chance to tell you anything about it. Well its getting late, and you must want to just get settled. Besides, I have to meet your mother for lunch in and hour. We'll call you tonight," he said kissing her forehead in that fatherly way. "Bye dear.
"Bye daddy," she said walking him out of the room, then closing the door behind him.
"Daddy? And I bet you're his little Princess," said a female voice from behind her. Bulma turned to see a girl her age, and a bit taller with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She didn't seem at all friendly (Could it be?? 18!?).
"Of course," Bulma hissed back. "Anything to get what I want."
"I see. I gave up on that game years ago when my parents started sending me to this shit hole. What's your name? Since we are roomies and all, I'm going to have to talk to you sometimes."
"Its Bulma."
"Bulma huh? Now where have I heard that name before? Bulma…Briefs…I knew you looked familiar!"
"Yeah," she said dryly. She hated when people found out she was the daughter of the famous Dr. Briefs of Capsule Corp.
"Must be pretty great being the daughter of-"
"Trust me, its not. Why do you think I'm here?"
"Alright, I get ya."
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Number 18. But everyone just calls me 18."
"Number 18? Is that your real name?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. My father was a dull man." (That sounds familiar. LOL!)
"I see…"
"Don't ponder on it too much. Its not that weird."
"Yeah…So…How long have you been coming here?"
"Four years. Thank Kami its my last year here."
"So you know a lot of people huh?"
"Don't get your hopes cupcake. You don't exactly seem like the type of girl who belongs with my friends."
"Oh I'm not? Try me," she said with a glare.
"Alright. Worst thing you've done."
"At school or home?"
"Both."
"Got all the dogs and cats from the pound and let them loose in the halls at school at lunch. Mind you that was nearly 60 of each. Of course I had help from my friend Chi-Chi, she goes here too now."
"Good, I guess. And home?"
"Put SuperLax (Stuff that makes people have diarrhea) in the entire Thanksgiving Dinner, when the whole Capsule Corp. staff was there. That was the last year they came," she laughed remembering their faces.
"Well Bulma, I must say I'm impressed."
"Oh wonderful, my life is complete," Bulma said sarcastically.
"Ok priss, I practically own this school. So don't cross me."
"I'm scared. Really I am. Please, don't hurt me."
"Watch it!" 18 yelled, raising her hand to slap her.
"Hey!! 18!!" yelled a woman in the doorway. "Starting a little early this year, aren't we?"
"Never too early Miss Berken," 18 said turning to face her. She was a short stubby woman with dark brown hair and piercing black eyes.
"And who might you be girl?" she asked looking at Bulma.
"Bulma Bri-"
"That's all. Enjoy your stay here Bulma." With that said she walked away, leaving the door open.
"I hate that bitch," 18 groaned.
"She seems nice. Like my old history teacher."
"Blah blah blah…I've known you five minutes and all you do is talk. Shut up for once will ya?"
"Fuck off 25! Or whatever the hell your number was!"
"Its 18! Get it right!!" she yelled, again attempting to hit Bulma, when they were interrupted once more.
"Hey! Aren't you two gonna say hi to your other roomie!?" Chi-Chi called from the doorway.
"Chi-Chi!!?" Bulma cried, running and hugging her friend.
"Oh great," 18 sighed, taking a seat on the couch and turning on the TV.
"How'd you get the same room as me?"
"Well when they were assigning rooms I didn't get one. So I was aloud to pick where I went. And I asked what room you were in, and here I am."
"Thank Kami you're here. I don't think I could have lasted a whole year with 18."
"Yeah, the woman at the desk warned me about her. But from the sound of it, I like her already, Chi-Chi laughed.
"I thought so too. But damn, she's a bitch."
"I can hear you," 18 said turning around.
"I said it loud."
"Well you guys seem to have hit it off. Or not." The girls laughed, aside from 18, until they were blue in the face.
"Fuck you two!" 18 yelled. "I'm leaving!"
"Bye then! Don't hurry back!"
----Chapter 2!! WooHoo!! Girls can be so cruel to one another. But don't worry, they're warm up to each other soon enough.
Next time: First day of classes, and that dark sexy guy Bulma was checking out shows up in some of her class. Yay!! :D