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Two hours later, a young blue haired woman calmly walked towards the elevator. As the doors opened, she stepped just inside only to be jostled by a group of students also waiting to go down. She was pushed into the far corner conveniently out of everyone's sight.
"Wasn't the exam a killer?"
"Oh my god it was so hard Goku, I just hoped I passed," a beautiful black haired girl whined.
"Did you see Vegeta? He was finished way before any of us," a short stocky bald guy remarked.
"'Geta always finishes before any of us. I know he studied pretty hard for this exam."A blond, tall, athletic built girl rolled her eyes in response to this comment.
"Him studying? Who's threatening his top spot this year?" she curiously asked towards her group of friends while looking for lighter.
"I think it's the Brief's girl," Goku guessed.
"Isn't it crazy she's entering our grade! I heard she was really beautiful and smart. I would love to meet her wouldn't you babe?" the black haired girl gushed as she held on to her boyfriend's arm. Due to the change of subject, Bulma turned to face the elevator's wall, wishing that it would descend faster.
"I think I saw her before we took the exam."
"Really? What did she look like? I wanted to see her but Eighteen just had to drop by Krillen's house to pick him up making us all late."
"Heeey I needed a ride Chi."
"Who cares what she looks like. She's probably like Vegeta, all high and mighty because of her father's company. We don't need another Vegeta in our class," the blond girl remarked in a bored tone. Bulma glared at this presumption but kept her anger in check. She pretended to brush an imaginary lint off of her sweater and continued to discreetly listen to their conversation.
"Speaking of 'Geta, where is he?"
"I think he took the stairs," his girlfriend replied.
"Hey any of you have a light?"
Everyone declined stating excuses. As she fussed around in her purse, Eighteen noticed someone standing in the far back corner. The person resembled Marron in a way because of the bright blue locks. Only this person didn't look like she dyed her hair to achieve that color, it looked authentic. She was facing the wall and had her hair done in braids although it was frazzled a bit. She was also dressed in casual clothes like the rest of them.
"Hmmm, someone like us," Eighteen thought to herself.
"Hey you! You have a light?" she bluntly asked the girl. Startled, Bulma turned to face Eighteen. A pair of big blue eyes framed by glasses glanced questioningly to the latter.
"No I don't," she softly replied before turning once again towards the wall. The whole group soon realized that someone else was in the midst.
Coughing loudly, Goku pointed to the mysterious girl and mouthed, "That's her".
Tense silence engulfed the elevator now although the bald short guy, presumed as Krillen, glanced around in confusion.
"That's who?" he innocently asked while scratching the back of his head. The black haired girl slapped his arm.
"Are you that slow!" she angrily whispered.
Just as she said that, the elevator doors opened and Bulma quickly pushed through the group of friends to exit. As she hurriedly walked through the corridors, her mind was solely focused on the thought of going home. After enduring a confrontation with a complete stranger, a two hour test, and hearing herself being gossiped by a group of people, Bulma just about reached her limit before exploding in anger; something she did not want to happen. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she accidentally bumped into someone who just came down the stairways and was now heading in the same direction.
"Fuck! Watch where you're going stupid idiot!" she angrily exclaimed while rubbing her forehead. It felt like she ran into a brick wall. Her forehead was already throbbing due to the force and she was sure that there was going to be a bruise there. The tall, flamed haired man turned around in annoyance.
"Why don't you watch where you're going bitch," he icily remarked. A flash of recognition passed between the two as their eyes met. Her blue eyes widened in surprise.
"It's you!" she pointed out accusingly. Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked, taking no offense to her blunt accusation.
"Nice to know that you remembered me," he huskily replied. Bulma narrowed her blue eyes and took up the same stance as his.
"There's not much to remember of," she remarked.
"That so...?" he softly asked in a foreboding manner.
He held her gaze with his smoldering black eyes and they faced one another in silence.
"Yo 'Geta! I thought you would be out in the car by now," a cheerful voice announced, breaking the spell.
Mentally shaking herself awake, she pushed passed the tall flamed hair man and exited the building in a hurry. He glanced in annoyance at his cousin and the rest of the gang now approaching him.
"You know the Briefs' girl Vegeta?" asked the curious black haired beauty who was hanging onto his cousin's arm. He scowled and stalked out of the building without even bothering to reply.
"...Very interesting..." the blond athlete observed as the rest of the gang made plans for the day.
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"How was the test Ms. Bulma?"
No response was made. Only a soft sigh was heard. Bulma was sitting forlornly in her limo. Her hair was in disarray due to the constant tugging and brushing that she unconsciously did during the two hour test. Her eyes were closed and her mind was still focused on the conversation she just had with the mysterious young man. As she twiddled her thumbs, she tried to figure out who he was. There was just something about him that was so familiar. Echoes of conversations were replaying in her mind.
"Did you see Vegeta? He was finished way before any of us."
"'Geta always finishes before any of us. I know he studied pretty hard for this exam."
"Yo 'Geta! I thought you would be out in the car by now."
Her eyes snapped open in realization. Bulma finally figured out who he was. Just to be sure, she pressed a button located to the right of the car handle and a tray began to assemble itself in front of her.
"Subject: Ouji, Vegeta. Search for information and pictures," she commanded. A monitor rose from the tray and began to search the internet.
"Subject found. Pictures will be displayed," a robotic voice announced. A slideshow followed and Bulma narrowed her eyes as the Ouji's publicity photographs were displayed.
"Pause," she said as a particular picture caught her eye. She zoomed in and recognized the tall, lanky, young man from before.
"So he is somehow related to him...Resume."
Finally after viewing countless photos, a clear shot of the flamed hair young man was present.
"Stop. Information displayed please," she announced.
As she quickly read his statistics, a nagging dark feeling was developing in the back of her mind.
"Damn...it is him," she confirmed quietly to herself.
With this revelation, Bulma glanced over at the scenery which was quickly passing her window. After a moment, she realized the car was headed in the direction of the city. Puzzled, the blue eyed heiress asked her driver where they were going.
"Your mother wants you to meet her at the dress shop downtown miss. You have to pick out a gown for the annual autumn's soiree that's held tonight."
"Autumn soiree?"
"Yes, your parents want you to attend this year. They want to introduce you to the public and company."
She sighed in annoyance and glanced over at the monitor once again, studying the picture of her soon to be rival. Out of all the things she hated, attending publicity parties was probably the number one thing she disliked the most.
"...Who will even be there?" she pondered out loud.
"Well if I may say so, almost every big name will be there Ms. Bulma. It's a business/entertainment party."
"Every big name? Even say...the Ouji's?" she curiously asked.
"Why yes, they attend every year."
"I see...Maybe I'll get the chance to stake out my goal."
"Excuse me miss?" inquired the puzzled butler.
"Oh nothing," she replied automatically.
Already the quick-witted blue eyed prodigy was formulating a plan. She smirked at just the thought of it.
"...Nothing at all."
TA DA! What will Bulma do to her rival? Find out in the next chapter! PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW ! (I would love to hear ideas from anyone on this too!)