Before she could get a word in she was pulled so that her backside was pinned to his front. The growl in her ear was far from comforting. "Comments such as those will most likely bring you to regret them." He warned, or was it a threat? She didn't know.
"Let me go." She retorted acidly, meeting his gaze through the mirror before them. Instead one arm snaked around her, increasing his hold and leaving his other hand free to explore. Her breath caught in her throat when his hand dipped down her leg. Closer to the juncture of her legs then she ever wanted him to be. Forget the fact she was in her jeans she was pretty sure a petty thing like clothes wouldn't stop him. "Stop it." She snapped. Trying to move away from his hand, it didn't work. But the course did change. It headed north. 'Oh shit.' Raising to her toes when his fingers slipped beneath the hem, only for them to let it go as his hand continued to skim over the top of the fabric. She gasped when his hand brushed her right breast. She didn't know how to handle this, never had she actually been in a position like this before. Always having long since fended off whatever perverts that had been bothering her. But Vegeta wasn't one she could kick in the balls and run full out, and she couldn't blow his kneecaps out either, he'd most likely dodge the bullets. The palm continued to run over her body until it was circling her throat loosely. She was doing her best to glare him down. For it was the only thing she could do at the moment.
She had watched the rise of his hand, he knew he was frightening her beyond any other time, but she had to be taught that you did not mess with him and expect to go unpunished. Although normally any other person would be killed on the spot for such a comment. She was only being shown that she had best learn to hold her tongue with such words. When he reached her throat he gave it a light squeeze. "Behave girl, I would have no trouble finding a willing whore. But it is not just anybody that I desire." He grinned cruelly as she figured out he was insinuating her.
"I-you-my-you can't." She finally stuttered out looking to his reflection with wide eyes. Bending his head so that his mouth was near her ear he felt her shiver.
"I would never take you unwilling Bulma, but that of course says nothing for the fact that you most likely could easily be seduced." It was a challenge. She knew it, he knew it. But she had already let her tongue slip one too many times in the last twenty-fore hours and she was not falling for it this time. Her eyes hardened with her response.
"I guess we'll never know, after all, I couldn't care less about how much you want me. I don't want you therefore you have to go find someone a little more eager for your attentions. Either that or do without. Now let go." Her voice was soft but her words were hard.
"Bulma?" Glancing to his side he caught site of a short bald man. His ki rising in confusion and warning, he released the girl incase the fool decided to attack.
"Coming Krillin, you're late." The girl grabbed a jacket and was soon beside the amazingly small cue ball. She seemed not to object when he scooped her into his arms and left for the air at a quick speed. But nothing stopped the sparks of jealousy as they coursed through his system. She was his! Who was he to take her away? (Duhhh her friend?)
Bulma gave a laugh that could have been mocking had the prince heard it. "Who was that Bulma?" She heard her short friend question. She looked to his face and her amusement left her, he was worried about her.
"You know all that stuff on the treaty with that other planet." The monk nodded and she continued. "Well he is the prince he has to stay here a while and he and I don't mesh very well. I shot at his male ego and I guess I went too far." Seeing his worried face she tried to sooth his emotions. "I don't think he would ever hurt me but he is rather good at intimidation. The act is not entirely lost upon me but doesn't work to the full affect. Either way all I have to do is let him cool down and we'll be back to sniping at each other." In truth she was planning on avoiding him for the next week or so and she knew if Krillin hadn't shown up when he had she might have been in a situation she couldn't control. 'Damn prince, I won't bow down to him, not unless my back was broken to do so.' She thought angrily.
He knew she wasn't letting on to all her emotions, for all he knew of his intelligent friend he knew she kept her thoughts to herself. Unless of course she was angry with someone then they knew she was enraged at them. Picking up speed he laughed with her, she loved the flight and when the Red Ribbon Army or some other baddy wasn't chasing them the flight was fun. Bulma was like the sister he had to protect. He knew she was drop dead gorgeous but couldn't get himself to think of her as girlfriend material. She was just too much of a friend to do that. Dropping at the outskirts of the city they walked the rest of the way. She paid for a few snacks from a vender and they headed for the school. "You're going here?" He questioned looking to the stuffy establishment.
"Yup, looks like loads of fun. I have about a bazillion tests to take for placement. I should be dead from boredom in all of about five minutes." She joked
"I'll wait for the hearse." He countered as the walked up the stone steps to the front doors.
"I don't look too, well me do I?" She asked twirling for him. Normally she was in clothes that screamed good-looking bad girl. But at the moment she looked as if she were ready to take up a job as a librarian, albeit a beautiful one.
"You look like a school nerd. Shouldn't worry, you could go in there in your bathing suite and they would still put you in the top classes 'cause of your scores." She grinned at him and he could tell getting into the school really meant something to her. She tried so hard to prove herself; this school was her way of proving herself to the world. Though he had no idea what she wanted to confirm. She was the daughter of the Briefs, her name was enough. 'Then again maybe that's it, she doesn't want to be known for her name but rather her actions.' (Made him deep didn't I oh well) Walking into the large school office he received a superior look from a woman behind a desk. It wasn't exactly hard for her to look down her nose at him. He didn't even reach the top of the desk. Taking a seat he took the lotus position, Bulma would be busy for the next few hours and he intended to wait for her, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. Giving one wink to his taller friend he closed his eyes. Mind going blissfully blank he stayed in this position until he felt her familiar ki nearing his own.
As dean of the school he had to be careful about who he allowed into his school. It was no hidden fact that the adopted daughter had been little better than street trash. 'I'm willing to bet she can hardly read.' He thought watching through the glass as she took a seat. She was dressed modestly at least, considering a pair of hookers had raised her he half expected her to resemble the trash she was. (I don't like this guy what about you?) He observed how she flew through the tests. He had seen to it personally that they were brand new and that the answers were to be done by himself, so that in no way could she buy the answers from one of his less honorable student or staff. Turning he went back to his work. Glancing to a monitor that showed the front office he took in the site of the man that had entered with her. He had gone into what looked like the most uncomfortable position and closed his eyes. He looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place the face. Hours later the girl had finished her work. And, much to his annoyance did not seem in the least intimidated by him. She had taken his hand firmly, not challengingly. Smiled in a way the determined no flirtation and was presently standing quietly by the window while he graded her various tests. A few were wrong but only in parts containing history and grammar. Anything in science and math she had passed flawlessly. She had even taken the mechanical auto shop test and passed it with flying colors. The questionnaire for the various after class clubs held interesting answers. The fashion club she had answered the questions correctly but the reasons for her knowing the answers left it questionable on her virtues.
"You seem to excel in all subjects." He spoke; startling her out of whatever drug haze she had been in.
"I had little else to do when at home, Sesame Street and Lamb Chops. When I got older I would disappear into the library for hours un-end. Ask Estonia, she is still the current librarian and knows me personally. She did after all introduce me to most of the books I find enthralling." She spoke with all the heirs and grace of any child that had been raised by parents of her status.
"Yes well our school expects certain requirements from our students. Cheating, drugs, alcohol are all strictly prohibited."
"Then I find it good that I have yet to try any of those things. I've seen the end products of all those variables alone and mixed, I never want to follow the footsteps of my once neighbors." Her eyes had gone to a chilling ice and he wondered if she carried a weapon. He was sure she was not as frail as she appeared.
"Yes well we should have your schedule ready by Monday, please arrive early so that we can assure that you are on time for your first day." She nodded and made an elegant exit. 'She won't last a month here without causing trouble.' He thought disgustedly, there was no doubt in his mind that she had cheated somehow on the tests. 'Well lets see how well she takes advanced classes full schedule.
'Bastard.' She thought moving to her friend's side. She knew better than to startle him when he was meditating, nearly have had her arm broken the first, and last, time she had done so. It was a lesson she was sure not to need a repeat in teaching. "Come on monk." She called affectionately. "I'm hungry and am offering to by dinner. I'm safe since Goku isn't here so it'll be my treat." He grinned knowing her too well. That and they both knew personally the said party's eating habits. 'Poor Chi-Chi.' They both thought simultaneously. Over dinner she told the bald man of her tests, and of the dean, his holier than thou attitude and so on. When she walked into her home she had forgotten the huff she had left Vegeta in. That was of course until the moment she felt two unmovable arms circle her from behind. Looking through the darkness she met with two, cold, black, eyes. 'Shit.'
What ya think? I like it. Wonder who could be holding her? Hmmmmmmmmm. : Grins wickedly at crowd, ducking various pointy objects projected at her.: I knew you would like it. Neway REVIEW I READ them AND my one shots are solely neglected I wanna no what people think, they are really just my thoughts on stories I have stuck in my chaotic head and have to get out. I though people might like to read them, I'm wrong.
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