American Py

Act 6

"Bye, mom! I'm leaving!" shouted Bulma opening the door to leave.

"Oh, honey, aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Mrs. Briefs' voice came closer as she came down the stairs.

"No, mom, I woke up late today and my hair took forever to get into a ponytail, so I'm running really late, and I've got a test first bell", Bulma said, kissing her mom good-bye and leaving as fast as she could before her mom started giving her the you-should-always-eat-breakfast speech. Being that she was really late, she decided that this would be one of her days when she'd have to take the shortcut. She walked into the very wooded area of her shortcut, glad that she had discovered it last year. But as she walked more and more into the woods and darkness of her shortcut, a feeling of anxiety and foreboding came over her. Something's wrong she thought. And she was right. As she looked back, she saw three figures approaching her as if they were going to attack. She never had time to scream.

"So, Vegita, who're you taking to the Winter Wonder this year?" Tien asked.

Vegita gave him a very annoyed look, "What? Winter Wonder? That's like three months away, why should I be thinking about that now?"

Tien shrugged. "It's never too late to start looking at your options". He finished this last sentence as a group of girls walked by, giggling and winking flirtatiously at the two handsome guys. Actually, hot was a better word to describe the two of them. Krillin waved at them from the front of the parking lot. Tien waved back and Krillin made towards them. It was then that both, Vegita and Tien noticed that the very handsome Krillin was walking, holding hands with a very pretty girl.

"Hey, you guys," said Krillin, grinning at the surprised sight that Tien and Vegita were setting. Vegita, eyebrow raised, Tien practically gaping.

Vegita soon put his sneering face on, "So, Baldhead, who's the girl you got there and how the hell did she ever look at you?"

Tien gave Vegita the don't-start look. "So, K, aren't you going to introduce us to that lovely girl you got there next to ya?" The girl seemed kind of shy at first, especially at Vegita's rude remark, but now that Tien was being so friendly, she smiled.

Krillin looked at the girl and smiled, "Sorry I couldn't introduce you guys earlier to this beauty", he frowned as he looked at Vegita, who was smirking at the girl, "if Vegita would have or would let me introduce you it would or would have been a lot easier. That's Tien right there", Krillin said pointing at Tien, who waved back and kinda smiled.

"Tien Marron, Marron Tien", Krillin said, introducing them formally; she smiled back.

Krillin pointed to Vegita, "That right there is Vegita." He really couldn't make any formal introductions, because Vegita didn't even look interested. The girl smiled at him, but not in a shy way this time. Hmm… they're all so cute…when I'm done with Krillin, whom would I go with next? The Tien guy's really nice. But I like the attitude of the murderous-looking one

Vegita rolled his eyes and looked away. He was never sure why, but he had never really liked Krillin. He was cool and everything, he had some pretty good game at football and was nice and flow with the ladies, but Vegita just didn't like him. Well, there were very few people that he actually liked. Bulma…What the hell was that? Where did she come from? Damn Vegita, you need to get more sleep, your mind's not working properly….Having names of girls just pop out into your head for no reason…You gotta watch out But deep down, Vegita knew that it was no lack of sleep that brought her name into his mind.

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Bulma screamed as she was being hit by what she guessed were about three girls. They were laughing and saying things like, "Hurry up, let's get this over with."

Bulma took every single hit as she carefully covered her face, which was the one thing she did not want messed up.

Who are these girls? Do I know them? Why are they doing this to me? I don't understand! Her mind was swirling around in chaos and confusion. She felt pain shoot through her lungs and the air was knocked out of her as one of the girls' kicks connected to her stomach. She was starting to feel weak. When she felt her body couldn't take any more beatings, she begged for them to stop.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't even know any of you!" she cried out painfully.

"Oh. So now you're crying like a little girl and begging for us to stop. Guess you don't have your little boyfriend here to defend you as he did befor-" Jasmine tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Surely, she had hinted out to Bulma that Yamcha was behind all this. She looked at her two other partners as they glared at her.

Why wont he just leave me alone. Yamcha. I hate you so much. You've ruined my life since the moment you stepped into it

Don't worry about it Bulma, there's plenty of guys out there who will treat you like the princess you deserve to be treated as. You just have to look hard enough, and then again, you don't have to look so hard, because sometimes you'll be looking through them and might miss them

She remembered his words some years ago back at the prom. The night her heart had been broken for the first time. By Vegita. She remembered listening to Yamcha's words. Taking them in for some comfort. But now, she realized that in her anger, maybe Vegita had been telling the truth. And maybe Yamcha had been lying to her, trying to get something easy from a girl in distress.

Her hair was being grabbed, pulled and tugged at by the girls. As if doing anything with my head might make them forget what she'd said and somehow forget that Yamcha was behind all of this.

"Yamcha's gonna kill us if he finds out we spilled", said one of the girls.

"Yeah, might as well kill her. He told us not to, but I think he could care less whether she's dead or not", said the other girl.

"I think you're right. Besides, at least he wont have to be crawling away from the guy that almost got his neck on a snap" a new voice came out laughingly.

Bulma had thought this was just a 'jump' Yamcha had planned out to get back at her. But she knew Yamcha was a bad guy. Dangerous was more like it. And he didn't play any games. She knew what he was capable of. And he was definitely able of hiring professional assassins. Her hair down covering her face, mouth dripping blood, Bulma saw through the corner of her eye as one of the girls reached into her pocket and brought something silvery and metallic out.

She's got a knife. Oh my god, she's gonna kill me! Bulma was beyond panic. But she gathered up courage, because that could be the only thing that would save her.

Ok, Bulma, calm down. Now, what can you do? You got three girls beatin you up. Three girls and one knife. What can you do to beat them? What can you use to beat them? As Bulma held on to her backpack, waiting for the stab of the knife, her heart's pace quickened and her eyes widened in excitement as she felt something inside her bag.

A gun can scare anyone, right? Slowly, Bulma unzipped the bag and her hand reached until she felt the metal safely in her hands. As one of the girls grabbed her hair, Bulma whirled around violently, causing the girl to step back. Then the three stared in horror as Bulma pointed the gun to them.

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It was first period. Vegita was sitting at the back of the class fiddling with his headphones. His CD player's batteries had died out, and now he had nothing to entertain himself with. Something kept bothering him, even though he tried to forget about it.

Where's that woman? She's usually the first one in class, and especially when we have a test. Damn, why do I feel so strange? Vegita's thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Fickler called to his attention.

"Mr. Vegita, have you noticed that you haven't written a single letter or number on your test?" The teacher looked at him expectantly. The whole class turned to see what kind of disrespectful thing Vegita would say now.

Vegita gave him the what-are-you-talking-about? look. "Well, Mr. Fickler, either I'm crazy or you're blind, and I think you're blind, because if you looked hard enough you'd see that I did write letters and numbers on my test", Vegita picked up the test and put it up to the teacher's face, "see the letters right there? Well that's my name. See? Vegita Prince. And see the numbers right at the corner? That's the date. See, nine- ten- o' five." The whole class blurted out laughing. Vegita finished putting the test down, smirking at the teacher, who looked as red as a tomato: both angry and embarrassed. Luckily for the teacher, the bell rang and everyone got up quickly, so that Mr. Fickler wouldn't give them a big assignment.

"Hey, Vegita!" Chichi called out from the crowded hallway. Vegita turned and rolled his eyes and kept walking. Chichi managed to catch up to him.

"Vegita, have you seen Bulma today?" she said panting.

Vegita didn't slow down, but shrugged. "What should I care? All I know's that she wasn't in class today, which is kinda weird. But other than that, I don't know and I really don't care." He stopped at his locker and started opening it, which meant that he didn't want to keep on talking to Chichi, who was still there. Vegita dumped his books in the locker and slammed it.

"Where you going with no books, Vegita?" Chichi asked.

"I'm going to my car and driving out of this damned school. I don't have to take this everyday bull." With that, Vegita opened the exit door and headed to the parking lot.

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Her hands were shaking, but her voice came out as calm as ever, "You three got a chance to drop the knife, get away from me and run as fast as you can so I wont shoot you. And if I find out you're plotting against me again, next time I wont be so merciful. So, the faster you get away, the better, because my patience is running short."

Bulma's last sentence came out hoarsely in a whisper. Yes she was scared. For a moment, she'd thought that the three girls might actually be carrying guns, too. And hers wasn't even loaded. But her fears faded out as she saw how scared these girls really were. And she actually smiled when the girl with the knife dropped it to the ground and started running, not even looking back. Her other two friends followed without hesitating.

"This was when grandpa's advice came in handy," Bulma said to herself.

You should always carry some kinda safety and protection with you. Just cause you're a girl don't mean you can't take care of yourself. On the contrary, girls these days should be taking care of themselves more than ever, and there aint nothing wrong with carrying one of these babies. Might come in handy someday. And then you'll think of me when you manage to defend yourself with it.

Grandpa had said those words before he handed her the small but powerful gun. She'd been scared as hell when she felt it in her hands. The thought that she could actually kill somebody with it terrified her. But since her grandpa's death, she'd decided to carry it around wherever she went, but not loaded.

A tear ran down her sore cheek. She'd been so close to dying, and yet, something had kept her alive. She slowly got up. She looked like a mess, she really needed to go back home and clean herself. There was no way in hell she was going to school looking like this.

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I know this was all unexpected, how everything turned out, but I thought I might put some action and why not? Bulma doesn't always have to be some pretty girl with no toughness in her, right? I hope you guys agree and that you liked the chapter. Send some reviews!

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Stonecrusher7