A/N: Sorry for not updating much faster. There's a lot of things stoping me. Work, school, homework and chores that my siblings take to long to do and my Momma needs me to do it. Sorry to make you wait. So during this six day vacation I'll try to update this stories while I work on my cousins with their help. Anyway I hope you enjoy the next two chapters... enjoy:D

Not repeating the disclaimer-_-

Bulma looked at her with cold eyes and nodded her head at Yamcha and Vegeta,"Why don't you ask those bafoons the real truth," Then she narrowed her eyes."Than I'll tell you why I hate you all right now because you people are just like others. People who jump to conclusions when they don't know the fucking facts or listen to anyone else's view and judges them so quickly." They jumped back from the hostility from her voice except for Vegeta."So why don't ya just leave me alone and get your heads outta ya asses because unlike all of ya, I know how to get the truth outta my victims" Bulma snarled in a dark deadly voice. She tugged on her friends hand, who had stop dancing to listen in on the conversation,"C'mon Johnny, we gotta fiind Kat."

They watched as the duo walk away from them, but not before Johnny turned around and flip them

the bird and mouth 'clueless judgemental assholes'

Waking up in Vejiita's arms was the best thing in the morning, but it was time to wake up and go to hell – oops – she means school. After the big party downers came to talk to her. She chewed them out and hoped that they'll leave her alone now. Bulma extracted herself from the strong, warm pair of arms slowly, so she doesn't get pulled back down. After a shower and doing all bathroom neccesities, she threw on faded blue jeans with a black shirt. She also had taken Vejiita's dog tags then finished her outfit with black suspenders around her waist and put on her favourite black combat boots. She kept heir hair down and didn't put any make up.

Bulma kissed her sleeping little monkey, only she came up in her head so Vejiita wouldn't know, and ran out the door, her leather jacket zipped on and a small bookbag on her back. Kicking the stand up, she started her motorcycle, put her black helmet on and kept the face/eye coverage on and raced down the streets. When she came to hell, oh school, the parking lot was empty. There was about ten minutes before the students come filing in. She pulled out her Ipod touch, stuffing the earphones in and played temple run. Didn't even know it was possible to put earphones in while you have a motorcycle helmet on your head, but she just lifted each side to. She was so into the game, she wasn't aware that students had filled the parking lot, talking and whispering about the person on the motorcycle. When she would ride one, she sometimes doesnt have a helmet on.

When the first bell rung and checking her watch, Bulma took the keys eyes and hopped off the bike. Everyone was staring now. She snorted. It's like they've never seen someone on a bike before. Clicking the alarm on, she walked quietly to the front doors, simultaniously taking off her helmet, then shook out her hair. She ignored everybody and passed through the doors, walking the hallways until she reached her locker. Bulma stuffed her helmet in it, opened her leather jacket and slammed the locker close. When she reached her first period class, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She snarled and turned around. There they were! At least some of them. The so called friends, now classified as accusers and fucking backstabbers. Never in life has B seen someone so clueless to the facts.

She keep her face neutral. Her eyes not showing any emotion. Just blank. It was like the life was sucked out of it. No speaking and no indication that you even heard or seen someone talk.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Look Bulma,"18 started. "What happened that day? We know you told us to ask them but they won't say. Speak to us please. Please." She pleaded.

On the inside Bulma was snickering away, happy that they became fustrated when there was many ways to get the truth. On the outside, she just kept the neutral mask on and answered slowly, monotonelessly."Why don't ask the principal to look at the security camera from that day at lunch and listen the conversation then look to the one by the front entrance," Her eyes harden when she said the next phrase."But until then I want all of ya to stay the fuck away from me and when ya find out the truth, I'm not gonna open up like I did on the first day of school." With that she turned sharply and went inside her homeroom, slamming the door.

The classes went on and on. This day was slower than usual. Sometimes life was just cruel. People have never changed. They think that they know what the real world is like. All fairy tails and fantasies. Well newsflash people, life is not a walk in the park. It was tough, dangerous, and horrible. If kids would just open their eyes and look how their parents are working, they would know. But they were too busy being spoiled and naïve like Bulma was when she was little. After the breakup with Yamcha, it was a slap to the face. The streets were terrible but it made her tougher. Business, taxes, jobs, etc, didn't just come to you when you want it. It was hard work and dedication that put you were you are. Nothing is easy. Never is and never will be. No matter how much we evolve in life, it would be the same.

In each class, Bulma ignored the gang. When they became persistent, she would ask the teacher to switch seats to somewhere far away. Yamcha tried to follow her but she was faster and the rest just bore hole in the back of her head. The one that had held her when she was about to leave school came clean second period and apologized. Then the other one too. Radditz and Turles. At least they put their pride on the side to admit they were wrong. From the information Vejiita gave her, those two along with Vegeta and Goke were all Saiyans like him. They probably had their tails cut off and lost their memories somehow when they were babies a longg time ago. She wasn't going to dwell that her boyfriend was an alien because she didn't care. Some Saiyabs have came by to check out the planet with their mates, but kept their tails hidden and some moved her to live in the vast wilderness.

Lunch came and Bulma walked out the school, the keys from the principal dangling on her belt. There was a lot of keys, too. Her friends had gone traveling after the party and her best friend Maria had left her state to go with them then move back here in West City. The reason she went out because she wanted some fucking peace. She had never met such annoying people in her life. No matter, never judge a book by it's cover. She had thought that they would be nice and caring when she met them but tough, now she wanted them 1000 miles away from her, just to get a piece of mind. Bulma knew it wouldn't be long when they finally found out the truth. Not waiting to find out, she revved out of the lot and towards BK. She picked up some food and drinks for the staff. Only about four or five of them would be in the lounge. She would always go there to help the teacher and stuff. She may be young, but she already knew many subjetcs well and gave them some info. Student would think teacher were boring and uncool but she never judged. They are really awesome. Telling jokes, havin fun on break and such. With coffee in their hands, Bulma and her Engineering teacher and Gym teacher walked down the hallways, laughing and giving advice to each other. The students coming out of the cafeteria along with the gang watched.

"If the belt of the engine in a corvette would've snapped, would you fave to replace it with the same kind it had or just by any random one that would work?" Bulma asked Mr. Jenkson, her engineer teacher."And would you have to apple some grease on it because my uncle thinks that it works but his car is old.

Mr. Jenkson thought about it."Well it has to be the same but I don't think he has to apply any grease since the engine would already give it some when its on." He replied.

"Ohh," Bulma nodded."I'll have to get back on the task with him."

Her gym teacher, Mrs. Levoski, asked,"Bulma, do you know where Donia is today? She wasn't in gym and she never misses school ever since freshman year. I'm getting a little worried about her. She was always quiet but she seems more closed off to people around her. And she starts wearing makeup but on different spots on her body, too."

Bulma thinks about the new information. "Well I have talk to her last night and a couple days ago, but when her father comes home she hangs up quickly. I have a hunch about that you would say," She took a deep breath."I think something fishy is happening at her home but I can't do anything without proof and I don't want to pressure her in anything. When I met her she had makeup covering some spots on her face, too. I don't want to indulge in her life but I would automatically help her if something goes wrong and its on her life."

Mrs. Levoski nodded in understandment. Bulma continued."If I can find any more clues and find proof, I'll clue you in. They way she's acting," Bulma struggled with the words."I think it's child abuse or something worse." The teachers gasped."But like I said, I don't want to act on anything if I don't have proof. She's so tiny."

"I would like that as well," Mr. Jenkson stated."I don't like how young people act without getting all the facts or proof when something bad happens. Except you Miss Bulma. You are well beyond your years."

Bulma nodded."Yes. But it's not because of my father's capsule business. I was young and naïve then but I grew up when things are not all want and fantasies. It's hard work and goals."

"Exactly" He praised.

"Well I have to get back to Gym for class." Mrs. Levoski said, checking her watch."Thank you for lunch Bulma and see you next period."

"You too, Mrs L." Bulma smiled and waved, following her teacher in the classroom/garage.

"At least some students love to do hard work," Mr. Jenkson muttered out loud causing Bulma to laugh.

"Hard work and good progress always helps when you put your mind to it," She stated.

He laughed also."How about you help me fix some of these car parts," He pointed to a small car."before the rest come in. It's still a little early."

"Sure, why not."

So they both worked. Trading strategies and parts. Asking what does each specific does under the hood. They finished the engine when 17 and Vegeta came in as some other classmates. Vegeta and 17 watched as she conversed with their teacher as if they were old buddies. 17 still liked Bulma. She was smart and he could tell that she was telling the truth about Vegeta and Yamcha harassing her. He wanted to say something but didn't want to lose his friends but he will apologize when they were gone. So putting on his big boy pants, he walked briskly to Bulma, ignoring the hot head calling him. Bulma looked up when a pair of feet came in her vision. It was 17. She's seen the way he looked at her. When he confessed his feelings for her that day, it was just to fast and sh hasn't had the chance to get to know him. She stood up to her height, rolling and flexing her strained muscles from squatting in one place for so long. She stared into his ice blue eyes, seeing sadness and determination.

"Bulma," He took a deep breath. "I want to come here to apologize to you. Somehow I can feel your telling the truth. The way you were for the past week and your actions showed that you dont' become cold unless provoked and you help a lot. I just," he paused. "I just want to start over. Become friends and maybe best friends if it means talking to you again." He pleaded.

Bulma searched his eyes long and hard, still not showing any emotions. When she she didn't see of feel any deception coming from him, she smiled softly. Lifting up on her toes, she said those words that made the weight on 17's shoulders lift.

"Apology accepted."

He blew out a breath of relief and smiled. "Thank you, Bulma. I won't degrade your trust for me, I promise."

Bulma nodded and took a pen from her dirty overalls that kept her clothes clean and ripped a piece a paper from her notebook she took out of her bookbag. She wrote down her new number that she had gotten when the rest got persistent to bother her and was smiling sadly when they called the wrong person but it was still funny. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level.

"This number will not go to any of your friends got it," She said, deadly calm. He nodded his head quickly. She pated his head and let his shirt go."Good boy." So making sure it would never get taken by anyone else. She pulled on his pants then his boxers and put the small folded paper in it and snapped the elastic back on it to hold gently. 17 was blushing by her action and hid his face behind the dark veil of his long raven hair. Bulma kissed forehead and shooed him off.

Vegeta was sneering at 17 when he came back. He saw the blue-haired woman's softness against him and he didn't like it. Wwhen 17 sat next to him a daze, he pinched his arm, causing him to yelp in pain and glare at him.

"What the fuck, Vegeta!" He whispered-shouted.

"I want to know why you went to that banshee and what the hell she gave you when she put that paper by your dick?" He spat.

17 bristled."I went to her to ask her something and that's it," he said stiffly. He would not break his newfound trust with Bulma.

"And the paper?" Vegeta asked raising an eyebrow. 17 kept silent. "Well?" More silence. "Tell me or I'll beat it out of you." Vegeta threatened. 17 just got up and went to the teacher that was working on the small car again after he instructed his student to wrok on their projects. He asked if he could got to the nurse but he was really going to the main office. Vegeta was going to get him later though, wether 17 left or not and he needed to stay away from his house because he knew Vegeta would tell the rest and they would hound him at his house. If this is what Bulma felt like when they pressure and annoyed her than he felt for her.

Bulma was in the girls' locker room when they came in. Lucky she had her earphones in and was entering the teacher's office to get out the other way. She was already pissed enough. She found that Vegeta was asking 17 about questions but was proud when 17 didn't say and just left. That gained him some brownie points in her book. She stretched a good measure. Her mind went somewhere else while she did handstands and side splits to stretch out. The thing to get around the streets better was to be in great shape and eat right for energy. Finishing her stretches, Bulma grabbed the basketball cart and started doing 3-point shots in different angles. Paying no mind to the nosy classmates coming by to watch. Envious and jeaslous girls whispering about her and lustful men starting at her because she wore shorts and a tight tanktop. Her gym teacher blew the whistle and she stopped her exercise. Ignoring everyone but the teacher.

"We're doing track today. So go to the trackfield and do six laps." Mrs Levoski ordered. Bulma tightening her phone in her bra and kept her Ipod in the tight pocket of her shorts, she speedwalked to the field. Once, there she immediately started jogging, the students reluctantly following. She was on her fourth lap, when one jealous preppy decided to speak.

"Bitch, probably on drugs to build up her speed." A brunette said. Bulma turned, running backwards without losing momentem and flashed a rude hand gesture at the group before turning back and speeding away. After a few minutes she was about to finish her sixth lap when her phone rang. The ringtone belonged to Donia.

She stopped and answered."Hey Donia," She said cheerfully, catching the rest of her peers attention. The teacher went to her quickly to get the phone but stopped when Bulma mouthed 'Donia'. Mrs. Levoski stood next to Bulma and listen in.

"Bulma," Donia croaked. Bulma frowned. Her breathing unregular, hard. She crying from the other end and moaning in pain. Bulma immediately became worried.

"Donia, what's wrong? What happened?" she asked quickly sending a look to the teacher.

"Oh Bulma," Donia cried out."You need to come help me. I need you right now!"

"Tell me what's wrong." Bulma said, fearfully.

"I-I," Donia paused then shrieked." Bulma come by my house. I live six blocks away from your house on Marshall Street. My address id 184 Marshall St. Please, hurry I," She stopped to scream. Bulma heard her father by her shouting and heard glass break then the phone went dead. Bulma dropped the phone, color draining from her face, making her deadly pale.

"Bulma!" Mrs. Levoski shouted, shaking her shoulders," Bulma, please tell me what happened?"

Bulma screamed and grabbed her phone, calling the police. And told the teacher,"We need to save Donia, she's in trouble!"

Bulma sprinted towards the school. Mrs. Levoski behind her and the students coming to probably see what happened. The door was unlocked so she shoved it open and ran to the hallways shouting for Mr. Jenkson. He came out in a rush and Bulma shouted," We need to help Donia!" The students and teachers from the other classroom came out and follow to see what the situation is. Bulma was at her locker and it would open because someone jeaslous had stuck gum on the lock and it was stuck so not having any patience. She did a rounding kick and the whole locker door fell down with a bang, making everyone gasp in shock. Not caring who was seeiing her, she grabbed her handgun and helmet. The gang was shocked. They never never seen her do anything like that. Bulma yelled,"C'mon" then shot towards the door.

While running, she slipped on her helmet and put her handgun in her shorts and jumped the back of her motorcycle, slidding towards the seat. She started her motorcycle and sped out of the parking lot with multiple cars behing her. The police suddenly turned in the street ans was driving on either side of Bulma. She took out a purple card which meant a call for abuse. It was about four minutes later when she stopped along in front of Donia's house. She told the police to turn on the sirens to alert each other but when they were three blocks away from the house to keep silent. Bulma took off her helmet, throwing it to the ground and jumped off the bike, police following silently when some stayed back to keep the crowd back. The front door was ajar so she nudged it open with her foot. The living room was in shambles, glass and blood littering the floor. She nearly gagged. She signaled the cops forward, taking her handgun out, holding it tightly in her hand. They heard screaming from the kitchen and they all separated to block the escape points and the ones outside. Bulma peeked in the kitchen to see Donia on the ground in a tight ball, her father kicking and punching her in every point. Her clothes were destroyed, hanging off her. She was bleeding a lot, judging by the amount of blood on the floor.

She ran silently behind the man, and held the gun right on his cranium. The man paused and stiffened.

"I would back away slowly from Donia, you fucking bastard, if you know what's good for you." Bulma snarled in his ear. The man, Donia's father inched back. From the smell in the kitchen, you can tell he was drinking. The cops came over and handcuffed him, searching his body for anymore weapons before calling the ambulance. Bulma ran to Donia as soon as her father left the room with two cops holding him and with the help of the others, try to stop the bleeding.

"Bulma," Donia whispered.

"It's okay, D," She shushed her."Your gonna be okay baby girl just hold on."

Ourside the house, everyone saw a man in handcuffs come out struggling, shouting, trying to beat up the policemen. They forcibly pushed him the back of the car before speeding away.

"What do you think happened?' ChiChi asked.

"I don't know," They replied in unison. 18 was about to say something when Bulma came rushing out. Her hands and body covered in blood. Everyone gasped and shouted her named but she ignored them.

"Mr. Ganza, when will the ambulance get here?" She asked shuffling from one foot to the other.

"In about 1 minute," The cop answered. Bulma growled and went to run back into the house when a pail hand grabbed her hand. She looked into 17 eyes and stopped.

"Yes?' She asked impatiently. She wanted to get back to Donia. And she was pissed. So so pissed.

"Can I help?" He asked. She was about to answer when his gang asked to come too.

She huffed indiferently and nodded quickly," Yes yes, I don't care!"

They all ran inside the house, following Bulma into the kitchen and stopped to look at the dreadful scene around the house but all sucked in a breath when they found Bulma in the kitchen with the cops trying to keep Donia awake and stop the bleeding.

"Oh my god," ChiChi gasped.

"Damn," Yamcha and Krillen said.

Bulma perform CPR three times to keep Donia's heart beating and steady. The ambulance finally came and Bulma was praying. Praying that her friend survives.

A/N: How was that? I'm going to start the next chapter today when I come back from going out with my dad. Hope you like it. Review!:D