Chapter Eight
Runaway Bulma
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Bulma grinned at Vegeta as he made his way back to his second grade class. He passed her a wink before heading inside the classroom. Bulma sighed, school was stupid. She and Vegeta were smarter than most of the staff... and that sometimes got them picked on.
"Hi 'Princess'..." a blonde girl sneered.
"Britanni," Bulma nodded briskly, dragging a pack of crayons from her large desk.
The small girl sat next to Bulma, a frown set on her, normally, pretty features.
"Ya know, that Vegeta is kinda cute," she smirked.
Bulma shrugged as she continued to color in a picture of Barbie perfectly. Perfection was key to artist ability, she thought.
"I invited him to my house to play," Britanni whispered at Bulma.
"Uh-huh," Bulma murmured.
"He said 'Okay'," the girl grinned, "I guess he doesn't know what 'House' is."
"Vegeta doesn't even like you," Bulma said softly.
"'Course he does..."
"No, ya big dummy, he doesn't."
"Does too!" the girl nearly shrieked.
"Shut up..." Bulma muttered.
"I will not be told to shut up!" the girl shouted, standing and hovering over Bulma.
"Shut up, stupid..." Bulma said as she continued to color.
Britanni smacked Bulma's elbow, causing her to draw outside of the lines and out of the color pattern she was making on Barbie's once pretty dress.
"Ya big dumb stupid head," Bulma shouted, standing to face Britanni.
Britanni shoved her back into her seat. Bulma landed with an "oof" before standing and shoving Britanni to the ground. The girl screamed.
"Bulma Briefs! I never thought you would be the one to fight someone in this class!" the teacher squealed as she helped the girl up.
"'Course you say that. That girl's parents pay your paycheck so you just forget anything she does to other people. It's about time someone pushed her back. 'Sides, my parents paid for this school to be built and they are still paying for remodeling! But you're too busy playing favorites. I told my dad this school was no good, I'll see to it that this school never sees a dime again, then you won't have to worry 'bout gettin' paid, you'll have to worry about if part of your paycheck will be goin' toward the school you love so much. You dumb old hag!" Bulma said in one breath, thoroughly flustered.
"Yo-you go to the office right now!" the teacher said with wide eyes.
"I think I won't! 'Fact, I'm just gonna go home, I can walk from here!"
Bulma began to grab the things she wanted and stuffed them into her plastic Barbie book bag.
"Good riddance!" Bulma shouted at the class, slamming the door shut.
The teacher stared after Bulma wondering if that child Vegeta had something to do with her recent outburst. However, now that she thought about it, Britanni did get away with many things in her class. The teacher looked at the small blonde girl, who looked up at her and gulped silently. Aw, crap.
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Bulma walked down the brightly decorated hallway quietly, her tiny shoes slapping gently against the tiled floor.
"Vegeta, it's not nice to throw pencils," Bulma heard some lady say.
"He asked me to throw it..." she heard Vegeta say as she peeked through the classroom door.
"If he asked you to throw a knife at him, would you?"
"If he asked nicely," Vegeta smiled innocently.
The teacher nearly fell over. Bulma smiled to herself, then proceeded down the hallway to the door, and out of the school. She was a big girl after all; she would be okay, even without Vegeta to protect her. Her mom was always telling her how smart she was and she would be okay, she just knew she would. As she walked around the corner of her school she didn't see the cliché creepy man following her and she didn't feel the cliché plot twist that would cause Vegeta to come and save her.
"Little girl," came a voice.
She froze. Aww, hell. She ran.
"Bulma, wait!!" the voice yelled, following her frantically.
Humans were weird creatures, Vegeta reasoned within himself. His tail twitched annoyed-ly around his waist. Stupid humans.
"Vegeta, do you know what seven times three is?" his teacher asked him sweetly.
"21!" he said with a nod.
His teacher was slightly fazed.
"21 times 3?"
"63!"
"63 times 3!!"
"Nine... Eighteen... 189!!" he grinned happily.
"What a smart boy you are!" his teacher bubbled, hugging his head.
"Oxygen... not... reaching... brain!!!"
That's the plan! the teacher thought, her evil side showing. Vegeta's tail twitched and unwound itself from his waist, the hairs beginning to bristle.
"Buruma... where is your Ki?" he murmured as the teacher stopped choking him.
Buruma's Ki was moving quickly and being followed by another, much stronger one than she. Aww, crapadoodles.
"Bulma!!" the voice shouted.
"NO!!!" she screamed back.
Why was no one helping her? All these people in the streets just seemed to ignore the fact that she was being chased by some crazed lunatic!! GARH! Why was not anyone helping her? Vegeta, where are you? Oh yeah, he was back at school, and he didn't know she was gone! Oh no!! ROCK! She tripped and skidded across the ground face first. Her pants ripped and blood flowed from her newly opened leg wound. Stupid concrete! She sniffed as he turned herself over only to find the creepy man hovering over her.
She screamed.
"Buruma!" Vegeta muttered softly, jumping through the open window.
"Vegeta, you are not allowed to jump through windows," the teacher scolded.
He ignored her and took to the skies.
"Or fly away... Where's my Prozac?"
The teacher wandered away from the window in search of her pills as Vegeta flew toward Bulma's scream. Vegeta's Ki tracing abilities led him to a Bulma who was sitting on the ground scared with someone hovering over her menacingly.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Vegeta shouted, his tiny voice belying anger.
"It's only me, Steve, ya know, the limo guy," the creepy man said.
"Limo guy? Oh, the guy that drives us home. Bulma, why'd you run away from him?"
"I thought he was a bad man..." she pouted.
"I was gonna offer you a ride home since I saw you bolting out of your school ten minutes early."
"School's over?" Bulma asked softly.
"Yeah silly," Vegeta smiled.
"Vegeta, do me a favor."
He smiled down at her as he helped her up.
"Anything."
"Never mention this. Ever," she glared at him slightly.
"Shut up and let's go get your knee cleanered up," Vegeta smiled, offering his back for a piggyback ride.
"You shut up," she giggled as he started running.
Two silly kids running down the street, leaving only one confused old limo driver. Man he was glad he never got married or settled down or had kids or had a life. A tear gathered in his eye as he walked back to his limo. Kids.
Wow, I know that was a long time coming and I'm sorry for the long wait. I had forgotten about this story to be honest, so when I finally got around to logging on to I saw that I had 52 reviews on this story so I felt obligated to come back! I'll hopefully be updating soon. If my Word starts acting right....
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