I finally updated! Oh gosh sorry for the long wait but I experienced writers block and it took forever for me to figure out where the story was going so again I apologize! Now ON WITH THE STORY!

A young woman absent mindedly watched the scenery that progressed by her darken limo's window. Her mind was preoccupied with the revelation that her genius father actually failed at least once in his life. How is that even possible, she wondered. She mentally shook herself and tried to focus on what was important now. The placement exam...there was more at stake than just her getting admitted to the school. Not that I'm planning to get the Avery Medal, she quickly reassured herself as she nervously tugged at her blue braids and bit her lip.

"Chester...have we arrived yet?"

"Not quite Ms. Bulma. We should arrive very shortly."

As he answered, she glanced at her watch. It was only 12:24. As the second hand ticked away, she looked at her window again and pondered the troubling thoughts that plagued her since she left that afternoon.

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12:25 pm. A hazy cloud of cigarette smoke filled the dark interior of a limousine. A tall lanky man started coughing profusely due to it. He glanced over at his cousin and scratched his uncontrollable spiky hair in confusion.

"You still smoking? I thought Auntie made you quit after she found the pack in the garage."

There was no reply to this comment except another breath of smoke filling the car.

"You think you're ready for the exam? Man I hope I am! Although I didn't really get to study at all...cause of Chi and all but you know sensei told me that luck is a great factor in these sort of examinations don't you agree?"

As the tall young man rambled on answering his own question, his companion closed his eyes in annoyance and took a drag from his cigarette once more. He thought back to the conversation he had with his old man just that morning and slowly blew out the smoke.

"You know if you study as much as you talk...you and that bimbo of yours might actually have a chance of ranking above the 50 mark." he interrupted in his raspy voice.

The tall man laughed good naturedly and continued on as if nothing happened.

"You know 'Geta you must have studied a whole lot cause you don't seem stressed out at all. I still don't know why you would cause you always ace every single exam anyway."

"...Don't call me 'Geta and there is a reason you imbecile," he icily replied while glaring at his stupid cousin.

"Really? What's the reason?"

He made no effort to answer this so the latter proceeded to talk about another topic. Preoccupied with his own dark thoughts, the scowling young man closed his eyes once more and continued to zone out the one sided conversation.

"Master Ouji and Mr. Son we are approaching the school," the driver announced after some time later.

The quiet young man took a final drag of his cigarette and flicked it outside his window. As he waited for the car to stop, he glanced at his idiotic companion who was still talking about who-knows what.

He sneered in disgust and barked out an order to shut up which was promptly ignored.

"You know 'Geta what was the reason of you studying for this placement exam again?"

"...If your idiotic mind must really know...it's a factor for the Avery Medal," he growled softly while lighting another cigarette in order to calm his nerves. He looked at his watch and the time was 12:47.

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12:49 pm. The car was now parked outside the various school buildings. From what she could see, Bulma was impressed with the size of the facility itself. Pretty big...and kind of daunting, she thought to herself.

"Would you like me to escort you to the test center?" Chester asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Startled, she glanced at him and politely declined. As she stepped out of the car, Bulma self-consciously flicked her blue braids back and straightened out her clothes. "Nothing speaks for itself than a first impression," she mentally said to herself as her mother's many etiquette advices flashed back. Even though her outfit was leaning on the preppy side, she figured it was safe enough to blend in with the crowd. Just in case, she donned on a pair of nerdy looking glasses in an attempt to hide her identity.

"Do you have everything you need Ms. Bulma?"

"Yes, I believe I do Chester. Do you remember what building the test is in?"

"I believe it's in that building which has the sign 'Test Center' on it," he pointed out.

Bulma laughed to herself clearly embarrassed. She took out her identification card and walked towards the building. As she entered, a small crowd was already gathering around the sign in table. Instead of blending in, as she thought she would with her simple jeans and a sweater outfit, she discovered that they were all wearing their school uniforms. Not only did she stand out like a sore thumb but everyone else seemed to know one another too.

"Stupid school and stupid uniforms that exist," she said to herself angrily.

Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a group of girls pointing at her. In response, she narrowed her eyes and defiantly began walking towards them. Before giving them a piece of her mind, one of the girls separated herself from the group and began talking.

"You must be new or something because we don't recognize you," she snidely remarked while checking Bulma out as if she was a piece of trash. Her hair was also blue but not richly so as Bulma's locks. Even though Bulma was dressed down to earth and her hair was in braids, the girl recognized the beauty that she possessed. Already she saw Bulma as a threat.

Bulma, not used to being addressed so bluntly, made no reply to this.

"You know you must have gotten the dates wrong because this test center is for 3rd years not 1st years. It's okay though because most 1st years are completely out of it you know...because they're really slow. And you are supposed to wear school uniforms at all times...that is if you can afford it..."

Laughter tittered among the group of girls after this comment was made.

Still, Bulma folded her arms to her chest and made no reply.

"What's with your attitude 1st year? You know you should be happy that I'm even telling you this. Don't get all arrogant on me when you're nothing in this social ladder."

As the other blue haired girl rambled on about how Bulma was suppose to pay respects to her elders, the crowd began to notice what was happening. Across the hallway next to an elevator, the tall lanky young man nudged at his cousin.

"Look...Marron is already picking on some new girl"

His cousin made no reply but was looking intently at the blue haired girl wearing casual clothes. He couldn't see her profile clearly because they were standing so far away.

"It can't be her..." he thought to himself as he took another drag from his cigarette.

"We're going to call out your names to check in. Please reply and step forward for your room number," a proctor announced interrupting Marron's tirade.

"First name: Briefs, Bulma."

A flood of whispers poured from the crowd.

"Did he say Briefs? As in Capsule Corps?"

"I thought she was younger than us?"

"Briefs Bulma? Are you here?" the proctor impatiently asked. The scowling young man narrowed his eyes in response to this question.

"...so the rumor was true..." he muttered quietly.

"What rumor?" his companion asked in confusion.

Bulma turned away from Marron and took off her glasses. Her sparkling blue eyes focused on the proctor and reluctantly walked through the crowd towards him.

"Over here," she announced quietly raising her hand. The crowd, stunned to see the famous heiress amongst them, focused their undivided attention on her. Used to the media and all, she disregarded this and continued to jostle her way through the crowd.

After the proctor gave her the assigned room, she turned and walked towards the elevator. The crowd began to talk once more and it was apparent that she was the main topic after she left them. As she approached the elevator, she noticed that two young men were standing by. Instead of wearing the school uniforms like everyone else they were both dressed casually like herself. Both were very tall and they were starring intently at her. Suddenly the taller of the two gave her a warm smile and she smiled timidly back.

"He looks like a nice person, even though his hair is somewhat in the messy side," she thought to herself.

She couldn't say the same thing for the other guy. He was smoking cigarette and his hair resembled black flames. Although he was handsome, he had this aura of darkness that surrounded him. There was also something about it his black piercing eyes and what seemed like a permanent scowl on his face that she found familiar.

"Excuse me," she said to the daunting young man.

He moved aside and as she punched the floor number, he blew a stream of smoke at her face. Coughing, she turned angrily towards him and surprisingly found his gaze focused on her.

"...This bother you?" the young man mockingly asked.

"What an arrogant bastard," she thought to herself. As she stood there glaring at him, he proceeded to blow another stream of smoke in her face.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened and Bulma mentally shook herself awake. She waved the smoke away from her face and stepped closer to the foreboding man.

"Yes...it does bother me bastard," she icily replied. The only reaction to her comment was an annoying smirk.

As her blue eyes narrowed in anger, she grabbed the cigarette from his hand before he could take another drag. He lifted an eyebrow as if finding her action amusing and she returned the look right back at him. After taking a second to consider her course of irrational action, Bulma dropped it on the floor between them and proceeded to put it out very slowly with her foot. She then turned around and entered the elevator. As the doors began to close, she allowed herself to return the same kind of smirk at the arrogant bastard.

"Stupid idiots," she muttered to herself as the elevator began to ascend to the destination floor.

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