Chapter 5: Listening
Disclaimer: dude, you're really stupid if you think I own DBZ. So you can go to the land of the evil bunny people if you feel like suing me for not writing it, for the millionth time.
Not everyone always understands the power of small slip-ups, small words that you utter out or hear from others that don't fit the puzzle; but B did.
After hearing Vegeta's human outburst, she had already decided Vegeta was no one to trust, and probably had something to hide.
Vegeta, however, felt differently.
Who was he to bother himself with some low-class, poor girl you just happened to be adopted by some deluded rich couple? None at all! She was of no use or interest of his there fore she wasn't a priority. And, unbeknownst of him, he would soon regret this quick notion.
Both of them were opposites, her, on guard, and him, casual. They both, however, had to attend one thing daily: school.
B wasn't accustomed to school, of course, since she had been in Ju-V for so long, but it was also the fact that she had only gone to school in America, and now she was in Japan.
Yea, yea, school is school, right? Not-school was totally different in foreign countries! Like, for example, the uniforms.
"NO WAY!"
"Yes, you have to wear it-it's school code."
"Dude, I haven't worn a skirt in forever! How am I supposed to remember how to even walk in it?"
B and Dr. Briefs argued in her room, B clenching the hated dark-blue pleated skirt in her fist. B stood as if in a fight, and Dr. Briefs was calmly standing with his hands held behind his back.
Dr. Briefs sighed, and began calmly, "Bulma, I know this may be a little hard at first-"
B's face turned a little red, and she held the evil skirt above her head and shouted, "A LITTLE? Are you nuts? This is-this is-"
"Totally hilarious."
Both opponents (in B's point of view, anyway) looked over at the doorway to see Vegeta standing there, clearly enjoying himself as he watched the two squabble over a mere skirt.
He was leaning against the door way casually, wearing his dark blue dress pants, brown dress shoes, and white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. (Okay, girls, this is when you begin to drool, since this pose is, well, quiet sexy, if I do say so myself as one straight female to another..)
B glowered over at the annoying intruder, while Dr. Briefs calmly looked over, not really surprised at all.
"And what do you find so amusing about this?" she demanded, still clenching the offending skirt, only a lot tighter.
Vegeta smirked, happy to get a rise out of her, and said, "Oh, nothing, really, just that I'd never thought I'd see a female screaming about wearing a skirt that I find rather.well, nice on females. Usually they fight about the ugly ones."
B clamed down a little, and then she blushed as she thought, 'Could he have just said I was pretty, in some twisted way?' Then she shook it off, and snapped, "Show's over. Now get lost!"
His head cocked to the side (another very nice pose, ladies), and he asked innocently, "Why?"
"Because. I have to get dressed." She said with a huff, and then looked over at Dr. Briefs and said, "Please excuse me."
He nodded, happy to have gotten that over, and left, sliding past Vegeta. But Vegeta stood there a moment, and kept looking at her, his head still to the side.
"I said, GET OUT!" she shouted at him, and he shook his head, as if to say, 'What a freak-show.'
B then stomped over in a huff, and slammed the door with him still in the doorway (the door closes in), and he stumbled back, blinking.
"So much for morning pleasantries."
"Shut-up, Nappa."
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B poked her head out the door to the sidewalk, looking nervously around until she was satisfied that she was alone. There was no way she was going to let Vegeta catch her in this outfit, not if she could help it! If she was going to be put down by Vegeta as a low class, then she was going to walk around proud of it-and this uniform wasn't helping!
It was a sailor-like outfit, with the blue pleated skirt with two white lines around the bottom, with a white t-shirt and a blue tied kerchief with two white lines around it. She also had baggy knee-high socks that overlapped over the heel of her brown leather shoes.
But most annoying of all, the skirt was as short as the girl's wore their skirts in America, and B hadn't worn anything but baggy pants for two years.
Talk about being uncomfortable!
She inched out from behind the door, with the small, Japanese-style book bag, still glancing nervously around. She was so worried that she would bend over and her underwear would show, or that it might get tucked into her underwear! Or worse, what if it slipped off?
Although that last idea seemed far-fetched, nothing seemed to far-fetched for the imagination of B at that moment.
Finally satisfied that no one was really there, B let out a sigh-only to have her worries come true.
"Oh, look at that skirt! Who would've thought some hood-girl would be wearing a school uniform?"
B went rigid, and she burned red from embarrassment. She spun around, skirt spinning with her, to see the three other people living at Capsule Corp.; Vegeta, Nappa, and Radditz, each one standing there with their blue dress pants and white wrinkled dress shirts and black dress shoes. Nappa and Radditz also wore their blue dress coat that went with their uniform with the school emblem on it, while Vegeta had his thrown over his shoulder, with his fingers holding it there.
"Well, well, well." Radditz said, "Looks like the low-class just got a raise."
"A raise? I don't think so." Vegeta said, his piercing black eyes looking the girl up and down, "Once a low-class, and always a low-class."
The other two guys laughed, but never really left B's figure.
B had taken special care that morning to get all of the dirt out from her pores and clean her hair, and that night had cleaned, cut and polished her nails. She stood at five foot six, one hundred and ten pounds, looking a lot better than the two boys had ever thought a low-class human could.
Her hair was shiny and clean, up in a blue bow as navy-blue dark as the rest of her uniform and hanging to down around her shoulders, spiraling and twisting naturally, while some of her other shorter pieces of hair hung around her face. She was wearing make-up for the first time in her life (that she had borrowed from Mrs. Briefs, for the time being), with dark- blue eye shadow, mascara, deep, black eyeliner, a light gloss on her lips, and a bit of powder on her cheeks (note: she miraculously had no blemishes or zits-talk about miracles).
Note: Don't think I am not a straight, I-like-only-guys girl from the rest of this part-but it is a bit from the boy's point of view, okay?
Basically, the shirt perfectly framed her bosom and flat stomach, while the skirt swished about legs any girl would die for, the socks only made her legs look sexier than most boys would imagine.
Of course, B could see the hungry eyes of the two boys, and only found it curiously disappointing that Vegeta wasn't involved in his friends' staring as well. It was like he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
B rolled her eyes, and declared, "Well I don't know about you two idiots, but I'm heading off to school." Then she spun around with a huff and began to walk off, giving all three of the boys the satisfaction of staring at her hind parts.
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B stood in the school office before the principal as he read over her record. He sighed and wiped his brow, and looked up at her with a slight annoyance.
"All right. Obviously, you speak Japanese, and have to real citizenship, so you're able to go to school here." He began, and stood up, still holding the vanilla folder in his parched hand. "But I won't have any nonsense in this school, do you understand? This isn't some American public school, and it isn't some American jail, either. So I expect the best from you. Especially since I don't always hear such good things about Americans in the first place." His hands animated while he talked, and he looked not only at her but also around the office, and his glasses still perched on his bony nose.
The Principal was hitting his fifties hard, with black short hair with white streaks in it, and a few wrinkles here and there. He had worked hard for the school he governed, and felt that an addition of a once inmate of an American jail would not help his rather good past years at this school. But he couldn't deny her the right to go; technically, she did pass the entrance exams*, could speak Japanese, and wasn't really a citizen of any country at all, so she had to be let in. There was simply no excuse to get her to even go somewhere else.
//*-In Japan, you take an entrance exam to enter high school; but I'm flopping the school system around a bit, so I'm not sure when they get into high school, or how long it is, so I'm just putting in the normal American high school years and then college rule. //
She nodded, and replied, "Sir, if it's my behavior you're worried about, I promise I won't do anything if I can help it."
"No." He said, now looking at her alone, "You won't do anything wrong at all, or you'll be punished or expelled."
She nodded, and thought, 'Well, doesn't he just put the 'pal' in principal?'
"Now go. Here's a pass, and you're schedule." He said, and handed her two papers from his desk, and set the folder down.
B bowed slightly, which was a Japanese custom of respect, and left quickly.
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B looked around, and slipped into her next classroom amongst the mostly black-haired heads.
Everyone's head was lowered over their papers as they scribbled across papers with scratchy pencils and only a few looked up as she entered.
Then she sat, and looked. It had always been a habit of hers to look around at where she was before she did anything else.
"Ahem."
B looked up at the teacher, who had already narrowed her eyes at her and had her lips pursed.
"You're late."
B rolled her eyes, and said, "Look, I'm sorry, but I had to go talk to the Principal."
"No excuses." The teacher declared, and stood up from her desk in the back.
"I believe you are our new student, Miss Bulma Briefs. Please come to the front."
B rolled her eyes again, expecting the 'why-don't-you-tell-about-yourself' routine.
She got up and walked to the front, where the teacher began, "Now, I'd like you to state your name, last grade in foreign language, and how many languages you currently possess."
B replied, just as the teacher had order, "B, A plus, and 4."
The teacher eyed her, and said, "B is not a name, but I nickname. I will not stand for nicknames. Now what is your name?"
"B." B answered, staring at the teacher as icily as she was to her. The teacher narrowed her eyes, and hissed, "What is your legal name?"
"Bulma Briefs, ms."
"What four languages do you speak?"
"Japanese, English, Spanish, and German."
The teacher touted, and said, "Well, well, well, maybe you Americans aren't such hooligans after all."
"I have no citizenship to any country, ms."
"I know that!" the teacher snapped, "and it's Ms. Ling to you, you Yankee filth! Now go sit!" She pointed her spindly, old finger to an old abandoned seat over to the side, and B walked over to it and proudly sat down.
No one messed with the Hood-kids, and this lady wasn't going to trample her for being American at heart either.
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B walked around the cafeteria at lunch, and choose the table off to the side and sat down, watching everyone eat. She wasn't hungry, because in jail she didn't eat lunch until an hour later. Besides, just because she wasn't home or in jail she wasn't going to start eating junk and get big as a house, like some of the girls and guys around school were.
She brushed some stray behind her ear, and looked around once more.
"Boring," she murmured, and got up.
Things in the library weren't much fun either. But if there was one thing B liked more than much anything else, it was reading. Books had always helped her escape from her life, from all the negatives that seemed to surround her, drown her. Even now adopted, she was still slowly drowning in two large negatives: loneliness, and homesickness. She almost wanted to keel over sometimes, but always kept her head held high. This life was only temporary; so why sweat the small time you have to deal with it?
She scanned the books and took a few that she thought looked and sounded interesting, and glanced around at the people all around.
She kneeled down at a shelf to grab a book when she heard an all-too familiar voice.
"I can't believe this pathetic planet."
'Radditz,' she thought, and stopped to listen.
"I agree. They have no idea about our entire mission, even when it determines their own race's fate!"
'Nappa!'
They laughed, and B growled. Just what were those numb skulls up to?
Then, on the way to stand up and unsuspicious get away, she pulled a klutz move.
"OUCH!"
She had slammed her head on the top of the bookshelf, and Radditz and Nappa now looked down at the younger teenager in surprise.
"Hey, guys, found any good books?" she said really quickly, standing up and brushing off her skirt.
"Well, gotta go, lunch bell's almost over! Bye!" she said as casually as she could (which was awful), waved, and took off faster than any casual person ever would. And all the while, her mind was spinning with questions.
Planet? A race's fate? A mission? Humans? Prince? What was going ON here?
_______________________________________________ Well, chapter 5 is done, and I made it extra long because I love you guys so much! Well, uh, in the cool sense of the word. Not the romantic one. And, if you think Vegeta and his buddies have got something hidden-what till I post the next chapter!
Messing Around as Always,
IHearVoices
Disclaimer: dude, you're really stupid if you think I own DBZ. So you can go to the land of the evil bunny people if you feel like suing me for not writing it, for the millionth time.
Not everyone always understands the power of small slip-ups, small words that you utter out or hear from others that don't fit the puzzle; but B did.
After hearing Vegeta's human outburst, she had already decided Vegeta was no one to trust, and probably had something to hide.
Vegeta, however, felt differently.
Who was he to bother himself with some low-class, poor girl you just happened to be adopted by some deluded rich couple? None at all! She was of no use or interest of his there fore she wasn't a priority. And, unbeknownst of him, he would soon regret this quick notion.
Both of them were opposites, her, on guard, and him, casual. They both, however, had to attend one thing daily: school.
B wasn't accustomed to school, of course, since she had been in Ju-V for so long, but it was also the fact that she had only gone to school in America, and now she was in Japan.
Yea, yea, school is school, right? Not-school was totally different in foreign countries! Like, for example, the uniforms.
"NO WAY!"
"Yes, you have to wear it-it's school code."
"Dude, I haven't worn a skirt in forever! How am I supposed to remember how to even walk in it?"
B and Dr. Briefs argued in her room, B clenching the hated dark-blue pleated skirt in her fist. B stood as if in a fight, and Dr. Briefs was calmly standing with his hands held behind his back.
Dr. Briefs sighed, and began calmly, "Bulma, I know this may be a little hard at first-"
B's face turned a little red, and she held the evil skirt above her head and shouted, "A LITTLE? Are you nuts? This is-this is-"
"Totally hilarious."
Both opponents (in B's point of view, anyway) looked over at the doorway to see Vegeta standing there, clearly enjoying himself as he watched the two squabble over a mere skirt.
He was leaning against the door way casually, wearing his dark blue dress pants, brown dress shoes, and white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. (Okay, girls, this is when you begin to drool, since this pose is, well, quiet sexy, if I do say so myself as one straight female to another..)
B glowered over at the annoying intruder, while Dr. Briefs calmly looked over, not really surprised at all.
"And what do you find so amusing about this?" she demanded, still clenching the offending skirt, only a lot tighter.
Vegeta smirked, happy to get a rise out of her, and said, "Oh, nothing, really, just that I'd never thought I'd see a female screaming about wearing a skirt that I find rather.well, nice on females. Usually they fight about the ugly ones."
B clamed down a little, and then she blushed as she thought, 'Could he have just said I was pretty, in some twisted way?' Then she shook it off, and snapped, "Show's over. Now get lost!"
His head cocked to the side (another very nice pose, ladies), and he asked innocently, "Why?"
"Because. I have to get dressed." She said with a huff, and then looked over at Dr. Briefs and said, "Please excuse me."
He nodded, happy to have gotten that over, and left, sliding past Vegeta. But Vegeta stood there a moment, and kept looking at her, his head still to the side.
"I said, GET OUT!" she shouted at him, and he shook his head, as if to say, 'What a freak-show.'
B then stomped over in a huff, and slammed the door with him still in the doorway (the door closes in), and he stumbled back, blinking.
"So much for morning pleasantries."
"Shut-up, Nappa."
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B poked her head out the door to the sidewalk, looking nervously around until she was satisfied that she was alone. There was no way she was going to let Vegeta catch her in this outfit, not if she could help it! If she was going to be put down by Vegeta as a low class, then she was going to walk around proud of it-and this uniform wasn't helping!
It was a sailor-like outfit, with the blue pleated skirt with two white lines around the bottom, with a white t-shirt and a blue tied kerchief with two white lines around it. She also had baggy knee-high socks that overlapped over the heel of her brown leather shoes.
But most annoying of all, the skirt was as short as the girl's wore their skirts in America, and B hadn't worn anything but baggy pants for two years.
Talk about being uncomfortable!
She inched out from behind the door, with the small, Japanese-style book bag, still glancing nervously around. She was so worried that she would bend over and her underwear would show, or that it might get tucked into her underwear! Or worse, what if it slipped off?
Although that last idea seemed far-fetched, nothing seemed to far-fetched for the imagination of B at that moment.
Finally satisfied that no one was really there, B let out a sigh-only to have her worries come true.
"Oh, look at that skirt! Who would've thought some hood-girl would be wearing a school uniform?"
B went rigid, and she burned red from embarrassment. She spun around, skirt spinning with her, to see the three other people living at Capsule Corp.; Vegeta, Nappa, and Radditz, each one standing there with their blue dress pants and white wrinkled dress shirts and black dress shoes. Nappa and Radditz also wore their blue dress coat that went with their uniform with the school emblem on it, while Vegeta had his thrown over his shoulder, with his fingers holding it there.
"Well, well, well." Radditz said, "Looks like the low-class just got a raise."
"A raise? I don't think so." Vegeta said, his piercing black eyes looking the girl up and down, "Once a low-class, and always a low-class."
The other two guys laughed, but never really left B's figure.
B had taken special care that morning to get all of the dirt out from her pores and clean her hair, and that night had cleaned, cut and polished her nails. She stood at five foot six, one hundred and ten pounds, looking a lot better than the two boys had ever thought a low-class human could.
Her hair was shiny and clean, up in a blue bow as navy-blue dark as the rest of her uniform and hanging to down around her shoulders, spiraling and twisting naturally, while some of her other shorter pieces of hair hung around her face. She was wearing make-up for the first time in her life (that she had borrowed from Mrs. Briefs, for the time being), with dark- blue eye shadow, mascara, deep, black eyeliner, a light gloss on her lips, and a bit of powder on her cheeks (note: she miraculously had no blemishes or zits-talk about miracles).
Note: Don't think I am not a straight, I-like-only-guys girl from the rest of this part-but it is a bit from the boy's point of view, okay?
Basically, the shirt perfectly framed her bosom and flat stomach, while the skirt swished about legs any girl would die for, the socks only made her legs look sexier than most boys would imagine.
Of course, B could see the hungry eyes of the two boys, and only found it curiously disappointing that Vegeta wasn't involved in his friends' staring as well. It was like he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
B rolled her eyes, and declared, "Well I don't know about you two idiots, but I'm heading off to school." Then she spun around with a huff and began to walk off, giving all three of the boys the satisfaction of staring at her hind parts.
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B stood in the school office before the principal as he read over her record. He sighed and wiped his brow, and looked up at her with a slight annoyance.
"All right. Obviously, you speak Japanese, and have to real citizenship, so you're able to go to school here." He began, and stood up, still holding the vanilla folder in his parched hand. "But I won't have any nonsense in this school, do you understand? This isn't some American public school, and it isn't some American jail, either. So I expect the best from you. Especially since I don't always hear such good things about Americans in the first place." His hands animated while he talked, and he looked not only at her but also around the office, and his glasses still perched on his bony nose.
The Principal was hitting his fifties hard, with black short hair with white streaks in it, and a few wrinkles here and there. He had worked hard for the school he governed, and felt that an addition of a once inmate of an American jail would not help his rather good past years at this school. But he couldn't deny her the right to go; technically, she did pass the entrance exams*, could speak Japanese, and wasn't really a citizen of any country at all, so she had to be let in. There was simply no excuse to get her to even go somewhere else.
//*-In Japan, you take an entrance exam to enter high school; but I'm flopping the school system around a bit, so I'm not sure when they get into high school, or how long it is, so I'm just putting in the normal American high school years and then college rule. //
She nodded, and replied, "Sir, if it's my behavior you're worried about, I promise I won't do anything if I can help it."
"No." He said, now looking at her alone, "You won't do anything wrong at all, or you'll be punished or expelled."
She nodded, and thought, 'Well, doesn't he just put the 'pal' in principal?'
"Now go. Here's a pass, and you're schedule." He said, and handed her two papers from his desk, and set the folder down.
B bowed slightly, which was a Japanese custom of respect, and left quickly.
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B looked around, and slipped into her next classroom amongst the mostly black-haired heads.
Everyone's head was lowered over their papers as they scribbled across papers with scratchy pencils and only a few looked up as she entered.
Then she sat, and looked. It had always been a habit of hers to look around at where she was before she did anything else.
"Ahem."
B looked up at the teacher, who had already narrowed her eyes at her and had her lips pursed.
"You're late."
B rolled her eyes, and said, "Look, I'm sorry, but I had to go talk to the Principal."
"No excuses." The teacher declared, and stood up from her desk in the back.
"I believe you are our new student, Miss Bulma Briefs. Please come to the front."
B rolled her eyes again, expecting the 'why-don't-you-tell-about-yourself' routine.
She got up and walked to the front, where the teacher began, "Now, I'd like you to state your name, last grade in foreign language, and how many languages you currently possess."
B replied, just as the teacher had order, "B, A plus, and 4."
The teacher eyed her, and said, "B is not a name, but I nickname. I will not stand for nicknames. Now what is your name?"
"B." B answered, staring at the teacher as icily as she was to her. The teacher narrowed her eyes, and hissed, "What is your legal name?"
"Bulma Briefs, ms."
"What four languages do you speak?"
"Japanese, English, Spanish, and German."
The teacher touted, and said, "Well, well, well, maybe you Americans aren't such hooligans after all."
"I have no citizenship to any country, ms."
"I know that!" the teacher snapped, "and it's Ms. Ling to you, you Yankee filth! Now go sit!" She pointed her spindly, old finger to an old abandoned seat over to the side, and B walked over to it and proudly sat down.
No one messed with the Hood-kids, and this lady wasn't going to trample her for being American at heart either.
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B walked around the cafeteria at lunch, and choose the table off to the side and sat down, watching everyone eat. She wasn't hungry, because in jail she didn't eat lunch until an hour later. Besides, just because she wasn't home or in jail she wasn't going to start eating junk and get big as a house, like some of the girls and guys around school were.
She brushed some stray behind her ear, and looked around once more.
"Boring," she murmured, and got up.
Things in the library weren't much fun either. But if there was one thing B liked more than much anything else, it was reading. Books had always helped her escape from her life, from all the negatives that seemed to surround her, drown her. Even now adopted, she was still slowly drowning in two large negatives: loneliness, and homesickness. She almost wanted to keel over sometimes, but always kept her head held high. This life was only temporary; so why sweat the small time you have to deal with it?
She scanned the books and took a few that she thought looked and sounded interesting, and glanced around at the people all around.
She kneeled down at a shelf to grab a book when she heard an all-too familiar voice.
"I can't believe this pathetic planet."
'Radditz,' she thought, and stopped to listen.
"I agree. They have no idea about our entire mission, even when it determines their own race's fate!"
'Nappa!'
They laughed, and B growled. Just what were those numb skulls up to?
Then, on the way to stand up and unsuspicious get away, she pulled a klutz move.
"OUCH!"
She had slammed her head on the top of the bookshelf, and Radditz and Nappa now looked down at the younger teenager in surprise.
"Hey, guys, found any good books?" she said really quickly, standing up and brushing off her skirt.
"Well, gotta go, lunch bell's almost over! Bye!" she said as casually as she could (which was awful), waved, and took off faster than any casual person ever would. And all the while, her mind was spinning with questions.
Planet? A race's fate? A mission? Humans? Prince? What was going ON here?
_______________________________________________ Well, chapter 5 is done, and I made it extra long because I love you guys so much! Well, uh, in the cool sense of the word. Not the romantic one. And, if you think Vegeta and his buddies have got something hidden-what till I post the next chapter!
Messing Around as Always,
IHearVoices
