First off a special thanks to all my reviewers! Thanks to Reneex, Vegeta-lover, adbzfan2ko3, Baka Mint, Esca Moroe, and Moonsaiyanprincess for all of your support and to Kaiya I don't know exactly how to explain my Bulma she will show so many personalities throughout the story but I hope you like her! To Sweet Star your questions will all be answered later in the story! Finally, to Tsuki9 I read your new chapter but didn't get a chance to review yet sry! You're my best friend too! The rain today sucked though! I was hoping it would be more snow so we would never have to go back to school! Lol! Anyway, my fellow Delawarean isn't it weird that we could have passed each other on the street or something? Just thinking… Well, I will stop boring you all. So here it is everyone my next chap. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not, and I mean do not own DBZ or any characters! Stupid copyright laws!
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She scrubbed the floor vigorously on all fours, her small hands bleeding from the callous brush. Back and forth, back and forth. The continuous motion that her body had become accustomed to over the years played back and forth in her mind. Oh sure, sometimes she got a break and was assigned to kitchen duty or dusting but mostly she was scrubbing floors. She liked to think that they enjoyed seeing her in this position, below their feet with her head bowed. Mentally growling at the thought she had to hold back her fearsome temper.
She found that she was doing that a lot lately. Her damn mothers blood finally kicking in after all the years it had laid dormant. Maybe it was because of the permanent contact with full blooded male sayians. Like it helped her any now. She could have used it when she was little and growing up amongst the scum of Vegeta-sei. Hell, what was she saying, she was the scum of Vegeta-sei. But, if her mothers genes had kicked in then maybe she would have been able to kick the ass of all those kids who made fun of her because she was different. Made them look different by rearranging their nose so it was flat against their cheek, see how they liked being taunted and made fun of.
But it doesn't matter now, she told herself, I'm out of that place. This might not be any better but at least I know I' m in control of my destiny. You see unlike most of the people who worked among the elite class, cleaning their mansions and cooking meals, this young woman wasn't a slave. She got paid for her work and she did a damn good job of it. Being a hybrid it was the only job she had found. Everyone else refused to hire her, claiming she would scare away business. They're just jealous. So stiffening her back and looking everyone dead in the eyes with her cold azure eye the cerulean haired beauty proudly, well as proud as she could, went right back to work.
"Just look at that naive Briefs girl over there. Saving up her money for nothing. Do you know what she is hoping ShaSha?" a ugly orange skinned girl, who the others had affectionately nicknamed the Queen of the Bitches, whispered over in the corner of the room. She had stopped dusting the paintings a couple of minutes ago to stare enviously at the girl in question.
"Who? Bulma?" ShaSha asked her friend.
"Yes Bulma you idiot!"
ShaSha rolled her eyes. "Whatever! What does she want Queen of the bitches?"
The friend eyed her evilly, however everyone knew she was going to tell ShaSha anyway, she had to much of a big mouth not too. "She is hoping to save up enough money to go to Royal Blue Universal. Hah! Like they would except a half breed like her, she is just one step above us."
ShaSha laughed with her, along with the girls who were listening to their conversation. However, in side she didn't doubt Bulma could do it. She was impressively intelligent and indomitable for a half-breed. So in her heart ShaSha secretly cheered her on.
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ShaSha was tremendously astonished to see Bulma tread in to work the next day with crystal clear tears running down her soft peachy skin. It just wasn't Bulma. All of the years that ShaSha had worked with her never had she seen the rare beauty cry. In her heart ShaSha knew something must be extremely amiss. So, when the Queen of the Bitches started to make fun of how weak Bulma was she was tempted to slap her, and finally after holding in the temptation for to long, having to hearing the jealous banshee rail on and on, her hand raised of it's own accord and before she knew it came down full force of the orange skin. Then she walked away and started to work at another section of the mansion like nothing had ever happened, leaving the bitch with her mouth gaping like a stranded fish.
After that ShaSha waited all day for Bulma to get off. Long hours after she herself was excused to go home. She never knew Bulma worked after time and surreptitiously began to grow a new respect for the half breed. Finally around one a.m. in the morning the blue girl sluggishly stumbled out of the building, fresh tears gushing down her face. Ferociously she tried to wipe them with her sleeve before any snobbish full bloods saw her and began to harass her. She just wasn't in the mood. That's when Bulma noticed a flash of red hair in the corner of her eye. ShaSha. Personally Bulma didn't mind the girl. She just had bad judgment in her choice of friends. Must be meeting someone, maybe a lover. Bulma giggled at the thought. ShaSha would make a cute wife for someone. Deciding it was none of her business, Bulma began to walk home.
That's why it scared the shit out of her when she felt a cold hand grab her shoulder. Swinging around she was prepared to defend herself against what ever sick bastard that had grabbed her, after all it wouldn't be the first time. She let out a small whoosh of air as she noticed it was just ShaSha.
"Damn, you sure scared me ShaSha! Are you lost? Do you need someone to help you out?" Bulma asked as her heart beat began to calm down.
"No, Bulma. I was actually waiting for you. I never knew you worked this late"
Bulma smiled at her. " Yeah well, more hours more money. What did you want to talk to me about?'
"You looked really upset today. I was wondering what was wrong. I know that I'm not always that nice to you but I'm not heartless,"
Bulma just kept looking at her, a fake smile now plastered on her face. " It's nothing"
ShaSha saw right through it. "You can tell me. Really. Please. It will make you feel better."
Bulma sighed, wobbling slightly, " The deadline for Royal Blue is this Saturday. They have already finished one half of the first semester and this is the last call."
ShaSha didn't understand. "And?"
"And I don't have enough money. I have saved everything I could and I still don't have enough money. It is my last chance." tears once again began to fall from the young woman's eyes, "After this year I will no longer meet the age requirement" Bulma whispered. "This is my dream ShaSha, my dream. I thought this might be it, I might finally achieve one of my dreams , just one. Every dream I have ever had has been crushed to little pieces. Crushed. That is what my life is, what it will always be." She looked away from ShaSha at that point, too ashamed that the girl was witnessing her mental breakdown. No one had ever seen her being so damn pathetic.
"Why do you want to go to a school like that anyway? What's so great about attending Royal Blue? Everyone there is either a snob or just pathetic?"
Sheepishly Bulma looked in the other direction. "I, um, never went to school. My father use to home school me. I've always wanted to go, but he never let me."
"Why Royal Blue though?"
"If I go there, even if it is only for a few months I'm sure to get into a college, which is more than I could ever hope for."
" Almost any other private boarding school will guarantee the same thing."
Bulma looked at her exasperated. "Fine, if you must know my mother went there."
"How much do you need?" ShaSha finally asked while pretending to be interested in the night sky. She could feel the shame the radiated off of Bulma after her short confession and didn't want her to feel any more embarrassed than she must already feel. After all, Bulma did have some of that proud Sayain blood in her.
Bulma looked at her weirdly. " I need exactly x 1,000."
ShaSha and Bulma just stood in awkward silence for awhile. Bulma wondered what was going on within the young girls mind.
"I will have your money by morning" ShaSha said and before Bulma could reply she walked away.
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If My mother knew where I am right now she would kill me, thought ShaSha. She stood clad in only a see through night shift that reached her knees. It wasn't the first time she had visited this place. I bet you can already guess where she is at. Yup, that's right a whorehouse. And this wasn't just a whorehouse but the most distinguished one on Vegetisa-sei. ShaSha had even heard that the King visited it once and awhile. Even so, she had never seen him.
You see our dear ShaSha has a secret fetish. She loves sex. Hot, rough, steamy, kinky sex. The kind that leaves bruises all over your body and a burning pain between the legs. She had spent all her life trying to deny it. Her society, even beings slaves, did not tolerate that behavior. The only time sex was permitted was the month after you are officially mates. You are only allowed to birth one child in your life time and that is the month given. If you do not become fertile after that month the male is allowed to kill you and take another wife. ShaSha had tried to rid her body of this so called 'evil.' She tried praying, she tried sacrificing animals, she even tried cutting herself for her God. Nothing worked to give her the supposed power that was promised to help fight off the immorality of intercourse.
She finally decided that she would only have sex for a good cause. Every time ShaSha ran into someone who was in need she dashed to this place. It didn't take long for her to get a wealthy man to satisfy all her needs. Body wise and money wise. She never kept the money herself, so in her mind she didn't see herself as a whore.
Coming back to reality ShaSha grinned as she noticed the bid was already at x 500,000 and kept going up. Not only would Bulma have the money to get into the school of her dreams she would have lots of back up money for clothes and food. Lots. Because lets keep it real people, ShaSha wasn't going to stop at one man, no way. After all, this was for a good cause.
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Bulma couldn't believe it! In her hand was more than enough money to accomplish her dream. She looked up at the person responsible for making her wish come true, tears shining in her eyes. "Oh ShaSha," she whispered, "I can't believe this. I can't take all this money, it must have took you years to save this up."
ShaSha just smiled a secret smile of her own. After last night her body was more than satisfied. In her mind, she thought she should be the one thanking Bulma. "Please, take it. It was made with you in mind. Don't worry, I can get plenty more where that is from. It was worth it." she replied.
Bulma's heart swelled with joy, a very unsayian characteristic. Unable to stop her self she threw her arms around ShaSha, squealing in ecstasy. At that moment Nappa, the elite who's houses they were working on, walked inside. Startled, he stared as a hybrid brat was hugging a slave. Deciding it was none of his business he strolled down the hall shaking his head. I will never understand them half breeds. Hell, I'll be lucky if one day I understand women in general.
Bulma didn't notice Nappa walk in the door or the other girls that crowded in the hall way snickering at the sight of the two women hugging (thinking very naughty things, wink, wink). She was too delighted to see anything. She was floating on a cloud of paradise. Slowly, she grabbed the neck of her apron, ripped it off and threw it on the floor. She strolled past the group of gossiping girls, past the yelling officials, past the door way inside the house, and finally past the gleaming gates of the elite households. Turning around she looked at the elite mansions for the last time in her life and blew them a big fat kiss, then giggling crazily she skipped to the enrollment center. After all she had to go take that test.
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Yes, I know so far it is pretty boring but it will get better. Just had to start it up.
So how did you like it? ShaSha is the bitch( I mean that in a good way!) isn't she? Lol, I just like her character, maybe I will incorporate her in the story later on. I know how it will end but I am not sure about some of the details in the middle so PLEASE if you have any ideas, TELL ME! All comments are welcome, even dumb ones. I once reviewed this person, who shall remain nameless, for their story ( they begged for ideas!! BEGGED!!) and then they insulted my comment in the next chapter. Well, screw them! Anywayz, and Review and tell me what you think. All suggestions open.
