Lol…um…for the fast feedback I got I posted another chap right away! (and also because practice was cancelled!) First I want to say I'm sry if my note sounded a little harsh but I was tired and cranky and all that shit, ya know? Practice was hard and my body was all sore and I was wet cause I got splashed, and wouldn't you get frustrated too? I mean I only wanted two more reviews and you could have just said "Good" and left off like that and not even leave a name and I would have been happy! So of course I was frustrated! But I really am I nice person! Now I am all rested and feed and in a much better mood! Forgive me? Oh and for all the nice people who reviewed and reviewed the note your reviews will be erased but that's okay cause know who did. I just don't want that note being in the way of my story! So now for thanks to all my reviewers, this might be a little long so if you want skip it!
To reviewers of the second chapter (who I never got around to thanking):
Thanks to Kaiya, Kat, moonsaiyanprincess, and adbzfan2k03
To reviewers of the third chapter:
Thanks to dirtysouthssweetness(By the way I luv your fic!), Chili BB, RisinIndeed, nbc, Perfect.Kallero, and qioki.
As to:
The mad Orange: Of course! I was never going to never finish! Thanks for the review
Ashely: Of course I luv it enough that people read! but don't you like your family to tell you that they love you once and awhile even though you know they do? It reassurance! Makes you feel warm and tingly inside! Lol! As for my Bulma she defiantly won't be a whimp but she will love Vegeta a lot!
Nebula: Sry you had to change your routine for me but I am ever so gracious for your review!
DBZ Girl: Please read previous note and…forgive me?
Kaiya: I absolutely love your reviews! Love em!
PrincessPanchii: I know, I know! In fact by the time I got your review I had already taken off the note! Do you forgive me too? Thanks so much for the very nice review! I love your work!
To reviewers of the note:
Thanks to Dragon_Fly, reneex, Rachie-chan, RisinIndeed, and Adira.
As to:
Frunkystars79: Because we need them! There vital to the story building process! Okay, just for you I won't ask for reviews at the end of the chapter even though I really want them!
Lilli: thank you, thank you, thank you!
Dbzfan: I promise I won't quit okay? I might get frustrated and stubbornly delay chapters but I promise I won't quit!
Thank you everyone! Now on with the show!
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Vegata's heavy feet trudged up the steps on at a time. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right…okay you get the picture. He was so afraid that he might topple backwards and land on his ass that he wouldn't dare take his eyes off the ground. His head was literally throbbing, his body ached everywhere, and his mouth was extremely dry. The worst part was he couldn't remember anything that had happened last night. From the time he was saying hello to Jimmy to the time he woke up butt-naked next to some sophomore girl he and dragged himself back to his dorm and into his fantastically comfortable bed and feel right back asleep it was just a big blank. In fact, if he had a choice in the matter he would still be sleeping blissfully, tangled in his navy blue silk sheets. But no! Today he was awakened by the dean, Mr. Myristates, high pitched screech at five thirty a.m.! Can you believe it? It was Saturday, his one day to sleep in, and he was woken up at five thirty!
Vegeta could still remembered Mr. Myristates face when he grabbed him by his repulsive tie and demanded to know why he was awakened at such and ungodly hour. Apparently it was a requirement for Seniors to show a new comer around the school and since he missed his chance to show a measly freshman around he was stuck with the mysterious new girl. Vegeta snorted, Mysterious! Hah! Probably just some ugly rich girl who everyone want to be friends with because she has a nice house with a big pool or something. That's what the all are anyway! So here he was, the great Prince Vegeta, spending his free time to show some snob around and listen to her go "that's not so great! I have four of those at my house." Well, that's what Paris does, and this new girl and Paris were probably two peas in a pod.
So Vegeta looked over at himself one more time in a glass window to make sure he looked halfway decent, pinched the bridge of his nose, willing his headache to go away then knocked on the dorms sturdy door. His head snapped up when the whoosh of the door opening was heard and his endless black eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight they had ever seen.
Her hair color was extraordinary, a mix between a light blue and a soft lavender. It flowed down her back unlike any other he had seen before. Saiyan women had coarse hair, in stiff spikes that often stuck out in different directions, although not as bad as Saiyan men. Paris being elite had hair like that. But this girl, her strands appeared so velvety, so untangled, like he could run his hand through it and they would flow over his fingers like water. At that thought he wanted so badly to do just that, to touch her hair, that his hand twitched as he restrained himself.
The worst part was her features. They were even more wonderful than her hair. Her face was small, yet not to small, and had the cutest little nose. Her skin was flawless, creamy with a healthy glow. Her mouth was lush, ripe, just right for kissing, and covered with a pale pink gloss that smelled faintly of strawberries. Vegeta wondered if they tasted like strawberries, too. The eyes, how could he explain them? Blue, an unbelievable shade of blue. They made her look vulnerable, fearful, brave, strong, determined, all of them things and more at the same time.
And Oh, Goddess of Vegeta-sei, that body! She was wearing the required school uniform but it clung so tight to her body that Vegeta though his mouth would begin to water at any given time. He wondered if the schools perverted seamstress- who was a guy - had done that on purpose. If so he was going to tip the old man the next time he saw him. The uniform hardly covered anything so Vegeta could get a pretty good idea of how she looked. A slender neck held up her head, below it was two big, round, plush breast. Her abs were toned and now that he looked so was the rest of her body. She was in shape, he liked that in a women. The tan she was accompanied with made her look so, even more. What Vegeta liked most though, was the fact that she was muscular but not overly muscular, like most Saiyan women were. She was small and petite enough that he felt dominate yet at the same time reassured that she was a big girl and could handle herself. Vegeta felt himself begin to grow hard and willed himself to back down. She was just so deliciously exotic.
He gasped when she smiled at him politely. " Hi, my name is Bulma. Your name is Prince Vegeta right?"
Vegeta swallowed a few times before he felt he could talk normally then replied gruffly. "Yeah." He didn't trust himself to say anymore.
Bulma was a bit taken back by her escorts gruff reply to such a simple question. Great, another jackass. Like I haven't meet enough in my life! She had to admit he was damn fine looking though. A well built tan body with smooth skin, strong facial features, high cheek bones, kissable lips, gorgeous ebony eyes, and pitch-black hair that looked well groomed. He looked a little out of it and his eyes were a bit pink around the edges but that was his business. One thing Bulma knew for sure was that he was Saiyan, the tail wrapped around his waist confirmed that, and Bulma didn't want to be involved with anymore Saiyan males. She sighed, what a pity.
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Six hours later a very frustrated Bulma was about to scream her head off. Who knew Prince could be such a dick head! He insulted and teased her all day and refused to call her anything but woman! Furthermore, she knew nothing about the campus since he didn't know anything about it either it seemed! What kind of guide was he?
Vegeta, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Who knew that you didn't need to be high to have fun? Someone should have told him before that torturing women like Bulma was so enjoyable! He laughed as she began to stalk away from him after he had playfully called her shoes hideous! He could never do this with Paris or any other Saiyan elite girls because they were such babies, but he had this feeling that Bulma could take it. That she was made up of something different, something distinctively her. And to tell the truth it was kinda pleasurable to know that. To know that this girl could handle him.
Vegeta's moment of happiness was snapped in half like a small twig when his ears caught the sound of his "friends" telling him to wait up. Not now, not now, he thought but it was no use, like old pals they came running up to him and gave him a friendly pat on the back. One of these days he was going to kill them.
Bulma looked back to where Vegeta was standing when she heard his voice mingling with others and was shocked to see that he had actually had friends! Who would have thought? Maybe he's paying them because he gets lonely! Bulma giggled at the thought but suddenly wished she didn't when a girl with black hair looked her way then started to advance upon her. She hoped she wasn't like Prince Vegeta. She sighed when the girl gave her a friendly smile and returned the favor. Maybe she would meet some decent people after all.
"Hey! My names ChiChi. What's yours?" the girl asked.
"Bulma, Bulma Briefs." Bulma jumped when ChiChi clapped her hands and she squealed.
"Your that new girl aren't you? What were you doing out here talking to Prince Vegeta? We saw that you know, but though you left by the time we got up here." ChiChi asked. Bulma briefly wondered if she was always this eccentric.
" Yes, I am the new girl. Prince Vegeta is my guide, but he's not a very good one." Bulma replied and ChiChi just laughed at the comment.
" I don't doubt that! Well, come on I will introduce you to everyone and then me and my girl 18 will give you a good tour of this excellent campus!" ChiChi said, and before Bulma could answer she dragged her over to the group of people.
First she was introduced to a short, bald man named Krillin, then a tall Saiyan named Goku who was ChiChi's boyfriend. ChiChi had said that with a warning in her eyes, directed toward Bulma. ChiChi had to admit she felt a little threatened by Bulma's beauty but was relieved when she noticed that Bulma had no interest in her man. Bulma was finally introduced to a pretty women by Saiyan standards but mediocre by universal standards, that went by the name of Paris.
Paris immediately latched herself to Vegeta's arm and cuddled up next to him. She was no fool and knew that Bulma was stunning and she needed to make it clear that Prince Vegeta was her man, only hers. Not only that but the fact that when she married him she would be Queen of Vegeta-sei and deserved the respect of such.
" This here is my love, Prince Vegeta. One day he is going to be King of Vegeta-sei and if I am lucky enough my dearest love will make me his queen." Paris cooed into Vegeta's ear, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Bulma paled considerably when she heard that. It wasn't the part about Vegeta being Paris's boyfriend but the King of Vegeta-sei part. That had to mean…oh dear. He was an actual Prince. Not only that but her Prince! If he found out who she really was it was within his rights to expel her form the school, or even worse…kill her. After all, she was breaking a Vegeta-sei law. A half-breed going to a elite school, the elder council would forbid it! She groaned. And she thought she would be able to get away with it. She straightened up suddenly, she still could. It just meant that Vegeta could not find out she was Saiyan. That's it.
Paris hearing the groan almost shouted in triumph, thinking it was because Bulma wanted Vegeta but not soon after 18 busted her bubble of confidence.
"Bulma? Didn't you know that Vegeta was the Prince of Vegeta-sei? I mean it's kind of obvious!"
Bulma laughed and began to blush, " I thought his name was Prince." Everyone looked at her bizarrely and she tried to defend herself. " It's not that unusual now a days!"
ChiChi and 18, seeing the red that came rushing into Vegeta's face and knowing he was going to blow up soon swiftly rushed Bulma away with the excuse of promising her a satisfying tour leaving everyone else miserably trying hold in their laughter.
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Ok that's it! I know, not my greatest work but I tried! In the next chapter I am going to speed it up to a couple of months ahead! So that way the romance can begin without me feeling like it was too fast. K? Everyone forgives me for showing my evil side right? You all know you have one too so don't deny it!
