Author note: Sorry it took me a while, but here the next chapter. Let me know is its bad or good and do not be afraid to give me your opinion of what is taking place in this chapter.
Chapter6
There was one thing that Bulma seem to notice in each class they shared together. Woman are falling head over heels for Vegeta. Both human and saiyan. All the female teachers and female human students seem to be checking him out whenever he walked pass them. The female saiyans take one whiff of his masculine scent and they are chasing after him like a dog in heat. Vegeta had a hard grip on Bulma hand making them seem like a normal high school couple walking down the hall. Bulma wanted nothing to do with Vegeta, but he seemed so pushy and forceful not only that Bulma wasn't really strong enough to escape from Vegeta vise like grip on her hand. She could feel her circulation become cut off at her wrist. Her hand began to tingle with an odd numbing sensation. Bulma looked down at her hand and saw it was an unnatural purple.
" Vegeta let go of my hand! Your cutting off my blood circulation to it." Bulma was now becoming annoyed.
Vegeta took a side glance at their hands and saw that Bulma was right and not over exagrrating.
" Maybe if you weren't so weak your hand wouldn't be so purple." snapped Vegeta
" I'm trying my best not to be weak." Bulma mummble under breath, bt it did not go unnoticed by Vegeta.
However, before Vegeta could make a comment a loud shriek came from down the hall.
Bulma was annoyed by the whole thing as soon as a crowd of saiyan girls surrounded them trying to get a hold Vegeta; Bulma took the opportunity to escape through the crowd. It was a free period for Bulma so she decided to hangout in the art room and work on Junn blue prints. The art room had always been her favorite place to spend her free period and she always spent it alone without her friends or her boyfriend Yamacha. Bulma always liked it in the art room. Before, When she had no worries like becoming the president of Capsule Corporation after she graduates Bulma use to spend most of her time in the art room painting. Sighing in exhaustion from all the running Vegeta and herself went through she started going through her leather book bag. Bulma pulled out the blank blue sheet and the magazine picture Jun had given her so eagerly. Settling down in front of a canvas Bulma clipped it on the the hard surfaces. She rummage through her bag once again until she pulled out a black marker. She tapped the image of the young blonde hair model in the corner of the Blue print. She can guess why Junn probably want to look like this woman. She was beautiful in the eyes of many people and she is seen on the cover in most of the magazines her mother would bring home. Junn was her 18th project Bulma ever created on her own. Sometimes she would call the android 18 when ever she felt herself grow angry the android or whenever she took her anger out on the android. Bulma felt a ping of guilt swell in her chest. The android did so much for her and she made her life easier. Finishing the body structer Bulma rummage through her leather bag again until she pulled out a red color pencil. She used it to draw was she was going to put inside the android. She was going to allow Junn to keep her memories but Bulma want Jun to be more human like. She decided she going to create a microchip that would allow the android to develop her own personality. Inside the head of the new model Bulma drew out the new brain she was creating for Junn. It was a mass of unlimited energy contain by a small dome that sends single through out the body acting like a normal human brain. Bulma felt herself growing excited about new ways to improve Junn abilities. Maybe she can also have the android help her train by downloading different styles into her brain and fighting experience to make the android feel as if she had been fighting her whole life.
" So this is what you do with your free time?"
Bulma snapped around to meet the sad eyes of her now exboyfriend Yamacha. He was standing at the door way with a hurt look in his eyes. Bulma saw his eyes move to the blue print.
" What are you doing?" He simply asked
" I'm improving android 18. She told me she wanted to look like this." Bulma said nonchalantly like it was type of a normal request.
" Android 18?"
" Yeah, she an android I created years ago on my own without my father help. She's my greatest accomplishment so far. I'm just working on improving her mechanical structure. Maybe if I make her more human like I could consider her attending school with me to assist me." Bulma said now going back into deep thought.
" Your joking right?"
" No, I'm not joking Yamcha. I'm not the type that would joke." Bulma said more seriously.
" Isn't that a bit crazy?" Yamcha said now getting worried about Bulma mental state.
" What are you trying to say Yamcha?" Bulma growled.
She was barely her saiyan like canine teeth at him. Bulma could feel her tail puff up under her skirt in response to her anger towards Yamcha. Her ocean blue eyes began to burn with a fire kina fury.
" I'm just saying that kinda sounds like that crazy science kinda thing. Kinda like that american book Frankenstein." Yamcha stutter out. He was holding his hands up in defence. Bulma grabbed the callor of his school uniform and pulled him off his feet with unimaginable strength.
" You are no longer my boyfriend and you are not my friend. Question my methods again I promise next time you won't be able see through your eye lids and you'll have no teeth."
A clapping sound could be heard at the door way. Vegeta had been leaning against the door frame watching the whole seen like it was a special on television.
" Now that's what I call a woman." Vegeta teased ignoring the fact that Yamcha was standing beside them.
" I'm surprise you manage to lose the flock of women." Bulma scoffed.
Vegeta stepped close enough to Bulma the tip of their nose touched.
" Are you jealouse?" Vegeta asked huskly.
He took in her scent. She smelled like coconut and dead sea minareals. It was intoxicating. His eyes were open half way barely registering his surounding. Bulma swallowed hard. She was aware of the fact Vegeta is and probably be the most handsome man she ever laid her eyes on, but she would never imagin herself being with a saiyan.
" Ha! As if! Why don't you go back to that flock of women and leave me in peace!"
Vegeta grabbed Bulma waist and pulled her close to him. Bulma dropped her pencil form the force. She felt her breath caught in her throat.
'What should I do?'
Bulma had never been in this type of situation. Even Yamcha did anything like this. She could feel knee grow weak and her weight suddenly grow heavy. Then every thing stop at the sound of Yamcha shrilling voice
" Let go of my girlfriend!"
Without looking at Yamcha; gently move face to the side revealing the drape of her neck. It looked so tempting just to mark her perfect skin with his mark. To claim her as his.
" She not taken, so that means she isn't yours now is she." Vegeta said with a sly smirk on his face.
Bulma could feel herself grow red in the face. She pushed him away shocking the two men.
" I'm not a piece of meat." Bulma shriek making the two men ears ring from the sheer volume of her voice.
Bulma grabbed her blue prints and rolled it up before placing it gently back into her leather bound bag.
" The next class is gym. Have one of the girls show you to the class." Bulma walked out out leaving Vegeta behind with Yamcha.
When Vegeta felt Bulma was gone a good distance he moved so fast it was like he was a blur. Vegeta had Yamcha on a choke hold against the wall. His feet three inches above the ground. Yamcha face change from an unnatural pale color to an unnatural blue. Yamcha was clawing at Vegeta wrist struggling to keep himself from blacking out. Vegeta canine teeth looked similar to a vampires teeth it frightened Yamcha to the core. Yamcha could feel himself pissing in his pants.
" If I ever see a stinking male human like yourself near the blue maiden again I swear to the saiyan goddess herself I will not histate to crush your throat with my bare hands. Got it!"
" Nnnn ugh!" Was the only response Yamcha could make.
Vegeta threw him aside disgusted by the foul stench that was now emending from his pissed cover slacks.
" Disgusting." Vegeta said wrinkling his now.
Vegeta made his leave hearing Yamcha crying in the art room alone. Vegeta knew in the near future he was going to have to deal with that human. He could feel his ki energy was above an average human meaning he had to be some sort of fighter. Vegeta growled in fustration. Mating seasons was near and he could feel it in his muscles. His hormone were pratically screaming at him, but Bulma was too young for mating. Vegeta mind began to ponder on Bulma. She was the strangest girl he had ever encounter. He loved her exotic color although he would never tell anyone this. However the strangest thing he found in Bulma was her scent. She smelled like a saiyan yet, she had human parents. It didn't make any since to him at all. It only meant he would have to continuo following the girl until mating season. Maybe before then he would get his answers.
Pushing the double doors of the gym Vegeta was met by the sight of Bulma and many other girls running around the gym from in very short shorts and really tight shirts. Vegeta moan in frustration.
'Could this day get in any worse.'
"Prince Vegeta! What are you doing here?"
Standing only a feet away was his betroth Lila. She had been stretching her muscle when she saw Vegeta walked into the gymnasium. Lila is suppose to be the most exotic, beautiful, and strongest female saiyan of their race. that was the only reason why Vegeta is betroth to her. Other than that he hated her. She was dumb, slutty, and she talked to much for his taste. Lila had long silky red hair than the regular spiky and rough due that every saiyan sported. Her eyes golden like the Earth sun yet dull and boring. Her lips are a soft pink that were always glisten with a light amount of gloss. She had pink rosy cheeks and bronze colored skin. She had no body fat and tight yet sleek muscles. Her tail is a soft golden brown that was soft to the touch. Vegeta knew that she allowed almost any guy to touch it and that what disgusted him most. Vegeta set his sight on Bulma who was running along side with the saiyan girls without a problem. Unlike Bulma she kept her tail hidden and out of reach. Moving to Vegeta like a sleek cat she wrapped her arms around his thick nick.
" Tell me my prince what brings you to Earth?"purred Lila
Vegeta pushed her away looking at her with disgust. He felt dirty just having her touch him with her finger tips.
" That is none of your concern Lila!" Vegeta spat.
Placing her hands on her hips Lila began to pout,"It is so my concern. Your my betroth Vegeta. I have to know what your doing to make sure you are being faithful."
Vegeta began to laugh, " Faithful? i should be asking you that."
" Hey! what is that suppose to mean?"
" It means I know about you spending most of your night here sleeping with different males."
This caught her by surprise, but before she could give Vegeta her explanation Bulma decided to cut without know what was going on. When she was running by the two pair Bulma cut herself off from the group so she could be standing beside Vegeta paning.
" Hey Vegeta, the guys are outside. The couch will give you your gym uniform you have to were." Bulma said though deep breath.
Without thinking Lila slapped Bulma across the face as hard as she could. Bulma face was turn. It shocked both Vegeta and Lila because if Bulma were a normal human she would be sent like through a wall with a broken neck and probably dead. This had confirm Vegeta theory. Bulma wasn't human. Lila shook herself out of shock and grabbed a fistful of Bulma hair.
" You have no right to refer to the prince like he is some commoner."
Bulma grabbed Lila wrist and twisted her arm around. Lila was on the ground with her back against Bulma. The closeness was uncomfortable. Lila could smell Bulma exoctic scent that drove Vegeta crazy. She smelled off coconut and dead sea minarels. Without any control Lila purred as if she were attracted to a male saiyan. She could feel herself growing wet and the contact with Bulma wasn't so uncomfortable anymore. In fact Lila was now secretly wishing their was more contact. Bulma face had a red hand print marked on her right cheek. The position she had Lila in was a denfece manuever she and her mother learned years ago just in case someone from a rival company ever decided to attacked them. Lila could feel Bulma's breath at the back of her neck. It sent chills down her spine to the tip of her tail. Vegeta was Lila tail brittsle. He set a questioning gaze on his betroth.
" Don't you ever lay a hand on me again you filthy monkey." growled Bulma.
Bulma threw the girl on the ground and turned her back to the two pair.
" The couch is waiting for you outside Vegeta."
as the crowd of women began to near Bulma merged with the group running along side no longer giving the pair her attention. Vegeta looked at Lila and she looked up at his with a deep flush look on her face. She looked as if she were in a daze.
" Whats wrong with you? You look as if you were near a male saiyan!" Vegeta yelled disgusted.
" It smelled like I was near a male saiyan." Lila admitted.
" What?"
Lila looked at Bulma with a deep blush on her cheeks and a long look in her gold eyes.
" She smelled like a male saiyan. Maybe she is a male saiyan pretending to be a girl." Lila thought with a dreamy look in her eyes.
That was when Vegeta finally notice something. Bulma was jogging a ahead of everyone, but the saiyan girls looked as if they were chasing Bulma with the same dreamy look in their eyes.
'What the hell is going on?'
