Chapter 3: Body guard

There were fist thrown from left to right. Blood and sweat dripped to the ground, as two figures fought vigorously in a spacious room.

"You're not concentrating" yelled one of them landing a punch in the others face, falling backwards, their head bounced off the ground. Trembling in pain trying to get back on to their feet.

"What's the matter with you? You're never caught off guard. And I should know, I have trained you for years now Bulma" staring down at the girl, he crossed his arms over his chest unimpressed with her performance. They had been training for 4 hours and every minute during the training session, he has landed too many hits on the girl.

She peeked up at her body guard, grunting in response.

"Just help me up already Nappa"

He wanted to continue arguing with her, but decided to let it slide, for now. Picking her up by the hand and supporting her limp body to his, they walked out of the training room, and headed down the hallway to her bedroom. He placed her on to the bed and entered her en-suite bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. Cleaning the wounds and wrapping them up in bandages, he couldn't help but feel curious as to why she was not focused in their training. He's never seen her look so… lost.

"Don't even think about asking me how my day was Nappa, I can see it on your face. If you're desperate to know it was beyond terrible and I will not be going back to that blasted school tomorrow or ever" she crossed her arms over her chest, frowning. Stubbornly ignoring the pain that shot through her entire body from the simple movement.

"So you're just going to give up, just like that huh? Pathetic Bulma" he glared at her, furious by her cowardly actions. He knew of her past, every detail of it, as she openly told him through the years. It was why they trained together, so she could defend herself if he was not around. She was like a daughter to him, they grew closer and connected more with each other than she did with the Briefs "Bulma, I have known you for 8 years. Never have I heard of you giving up on anything, especially something so small like attending school"

It was true, usually when she set her mind on something she never gave up. But this specific thing was different. After the little 'incident', as Bulma had though it to be, in her first class that morning. It spread around the entire school that the 'new kid' had a fight with Kira, who apparently is the most popular girl at West City high, figures. They also found out she was Bulma Briefs daughter of the famous Dr. Briefs, this meant hiding anywhere on the school grounds without being detected was impossible. She frowned annoyed with herself, what topped everything off was after she walked out of her first class.

After science class…

Bulma left the science room just as the bell rang, she was out of there in a flash, hoping to avoid any questions from the students. She sprinted down the corridor and rounded the corner, smacking into someone, knocking them both on to the ground. Rubbing her head she opened her eyes to see who she came in contact with. He had a scar on his left eye and shoulder length hair that was black in colour. For some reason Bulma's senses were acting up around him.

"Hey why you in such a hurry sweet cheeks" he winked at her and got up on to his feet. Offering his hand to Bulma to help her up.

Bulma's instincts never failed her before and right now she couldn't trust this guy. She slapped his hand away and got up on her own.

"Feisty are we?" he grinned. 'Just the way I love them'

Bulma backed away from him, about to leave when she felt his arm around her waist. She tensed.

"Where do you think you're going? You haven't even apologised for running into me. How rude" he laughed as he felt her body tremble under his touch, thinking that she was aroused.

"Let me go!" Bulma screamed, but she found herself struggling underneath him, trying to escape. She couldn't get out of his strong hold, she was scared. Her past flooded her mind, replaying the first time she was touched inappropriately.

"Oh no you don't" he covered her mouth to mute her screaming, dragging her into the janitor's closet that was close by. He was stopped, someone grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him across the hall.

"Pathetic as always. How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands to yourself?"

Bulma looked up at her saviour, it was the flame haired guy.

"Vegeta, you always have to ruin my fun don't you shorty" getting up from the ground he stood in front of Vegeta.

"How about I match your other eye to your left Yamcha? I'll be happy to kick your ass again" Vegeta looked up at the other, not intimated by the taller student.

Yamcha knew he was not strong enough to beat him so he grunted and turned on his heel heading the other direction.

Vegeta stared after him until he was out of sight. Turning his attention to the girl he helped her up on to her feet. They stared into each other's eyes not wanting to break the connection. Vegeta was the first to speak.

"Urhm… Are you ok?"

"I am. Thank you" Bulma looked at him a little too long. She noticed the smirk on his face, frowning she began to get angry. "I have to go"

"Hey… Wait a minute" he grabbed her arm stopping her from leaving, spinning her around to face him once again. "I just helped you out and you go and run away from me…"

"Oh you didn't have to do it if you didn't want to jerk" she swung her fist just missing his face.

"Whoa calm the fuck down. I just…" she spoke over the top of him.

"You just what huh! You thought if saving me you could actually get into my pants just like that! I didn't need your help…"

"By the fucking looks of it you fucking did. What's your problem?"

"My problem? My problem is that guys like you always look at girls as sex toys or even a punching bag…"

"What! Are you insane? I didn't think anything of that. I just wanted to fucking help you. You fucking freak" Vegeta winced he didn't mean to call her that.

Bulma looked at him, shocked. Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. Clenching her fist to the side, she raised an open palm, ready to slap him across the face, but couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead she bolted through the crowd of onlookers that surrounded her and Vegeta and went out front to her bike. Starting the engine she sped off the grounds of the school and drove out of the city to her favourite place she liked to disappear to.

The ocean glistened under the sunset, wind blowing lightly through her cerulean hair, covering the sides of her face. She had been sitting there half the day clearing her mind from the world. Not wanting to worry about anything. Thinking back to when her mother use to bring her here when she was little. She can't remember much of her mother, which would always anger her.

"I wish you were here mummy" She whispered into the wind hoping that her mother could hear it from the heavens.

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Bulma shook her head, staring at Nappa who was looking at her with an expression that read 'I –want-to-know' suddenly becoming mad she yelled "Nappa you know nothing of what I've been through, yeah you know what happened but you'll never understand the pain I had to endure. It will live with me forever. Going to that school didn't help at all. My first day and I had people talking about me, most negative. I had a girl nearly have my ass for lunch because her idiotic boyfriend was holding my hand. I made an enemy in my first fucking class, and her boyfriend won't fucking stop staring at me, which drives me insane because for some reason it feels good. And to put the fucking cherry on top, I was nearly fucking raped, right there at that stupid school. The years I trained with you, I fucking panicked. My past flooded through my fucking mind when he put his hands on me… I just can't go through that again… that blasted fucking…" Bulma brought her knees to her chest and put her head on them, silently cursing herself as fresh tears fell from her eyes.

Nappa looked at her with sympathy. The Briefs had informed him on allowing her to attend this high school for her own benefit, he agreed on it. But he didn't expect this to happen to her, all in one day at that. His blood boiled when she told him that she was almost raped 'what are teens doing these days?' thought Nappa. He looked down at her and rested his hand on her shoulder, to comfort her. She didn't tense up this time, because she knew Nappa would always protect her. Bulma threw her arms around his neck and cried her heart out. He has never seen her so broken, for years she had all her emotions bottled up.

"Bulma stop this whimpering at once. You are stronger than this, have I not taught you anything? You are not weak, you are a survivor. I promised you from day one I would protect you" he looked her in the eyes to show how serious he was.

"Thanks Nappa. I don't think I would do this without you" she smiled.

"Good. Now I expect you to go to that school tomorrow. I will come with you to keep guard and to make sure no one touches you. If you request it?" asked Nappa.

She thought about it for a while and nodded her head. "I think that'll be best, thanks Nappa"

He growled "Enough with this thanks, it's disgusting"

Bulma laughed and playfully punched his shoulder.