Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Getting in touch with his feminine side ❯ Chapter 2

"Hn," He snorted, rolling his head back in disdain. "And so what if I did? It's not like you could do anything about it, weakling onna."

I stared at him for a moment, startled and then appalled by his choice of words, "WHAT did you just call me?"

"Weakling. What did you THINK I called you? Are you deaf as well as weak?" Vegeta taunted.

I glared at him and the next thing I knew, I had launched a chi-blast at him. He dodged it easily, but had the shock look on his face echoed my own surprise. What the hell did I just do….? But before I could calm down and think properly he smirked and laughed sinisterly, making my eyes snap back to his in a growing horror.

"So you aren't as weak as you look woman," Vegeta said, sounding a bit deranged at this point. And let's face it- who wouldn't be disturbed by some strange man laughing at you and sounding more then a little insane? He jabbed his index finger at me as if it held all the secrets to the world. "But don't get all high and mighty just because you know a few tricks."

I blinked and asked, "Um… what exactly did I just do?" I had no memories of my training due to amnesia and was as confused as everyone else by what I had just done.

"Don't try playing the idiot just because it is obvious I am stronger then you," Vegeta growled.

I frowned at him, my anger suddenly renewed. "Whoever said you were stronger then me?!"

"No one! I just know. You can't defeat me if you tried!" Vegeta retorted haughtily.

I felt my fury grow and with a cry, I sped up next to his face and tried to punch him. He moved out of the way, and tried to get inside my defense. Years of training paid off for me. My instincts took over, and I was able to block all his punches.

"You're not so great at this," I told him.

That just made him more angry, "Stupid woman! Shut up and fight like a man!"

"Why should I if you said yourself that I'm a woman?" I asked, and jammed a fist into his stomach, pushing the air out of his lungs. I was once again, startled at my actions. Taking my fist away, I watched as Vegeta doubled over in pain, "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! I guess I don't know my own strength!"

I probably should have thought for a second before I spoke however, because before I knew it he jumped back to his feet, and angry look plastered over his face that was even more disturbing then I have yet seen. He advanced on me then, a maniacal smirk clenching his jaw. "What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me?!"

"Um….uh sorry?" I sputtered and then frowned at him. "Wait! What am I apologizing to you for?! I just didn't expect someone who is supposedly 'stronger then me' to be beaten quite so quickly."

This only provided more fuel for the growing fire, so to speak, and although I somehow was fairly sure he couldn't hurt me, I was probably lucky that the teacher chose for this time to step in.

"That will be enough!"

I blinked, looked up and smiled at the green dude, "Uh, thanks."

"I don't think so," Vegeta turned slightly so that Piccolo was in his line of vision, but his eyes were still pinned on me in a crazy sort of way. "Not before I pay her back for that last punch. Stay out of our way or I won't hesitate to send you to the next dimension."

To my surprise the teacher only snorted, "Now I know why the principal asked me if I knew martial arts," and to my even greater amazement, he picked Vegeta up but the back of his shirt and marched him down the isle to an empty desk in the back of the room.

I realized the teacher also must know what I did. So, I ran up to him and asked, "Um… Mr. Piccolo? Do you know what I did to him?"

Mr. Piccolo turned around and looking at me said, "You basically blasted him with a nice chi-blast and the promptly deflated half his arrogance."

"Oh. Um... is that a good thing?"

"If I weren't a teacher then I would say yes," He said coolly, and brushed passed me to the front of the room. "Sit down Ms. Briefs. Class- open your books to chapter two."

I suppose everyone was too shaken from what they had just witnessed or something to protest. Or perhaps they were too afraid of Mr. Piccolo, whom seemed to possess the ability to put Vegeta in his place and keep him simmering there with just a single passive glare. Either that or the rest of the class was quite boring and by the time the bell rang, I decided that I usually skipped it for a very good reason indeed.

After class, Chichi invited me to sit with her friends for lunch. I smiled and accepted. Bulma seemed nice, though ditzy, continuously babbling about my "glorious" defeat of Vegeta. By the time lunch was over, pretty much every one in the school knew I had beaten up Vegeta. And considering I was a girl at the time, most guys either ran from me or tried to go out with me. What a headache!

"So you're the girl everyone's been talking about, I take it." I had just about to chuck my trash into the garbage when a casual voice came out of seemingly nowhere. I whirled around, certain that no one had been behind me a second before (though I wasn't sure at the time exactly how I knew that), and there was a tall lanky boy with a gleaming bald head and a third eye protruding hideously on his forehead staring at me in a mild expression. "You don't look tough enough to beat Vegeta."

I shrugged, not caring, "You should know by now looks can be deceiving. And plus, who said I had to be tough? The guy was so slow he didn't get a single hit through." At the shocked expression on the guy's face, I smirked and brushed past him, heading back to my friends.

To my surprise he followed me. I was about to turn around and give him a piece of my mind, but as I slowed he continued to the table as if I wasn't there at all. For a second I stood there, gaping after him in confusion, but then I decided that that was the effect he wanted or something, so I closed my mouth and joined them.

"Hey, Bura!" Chichi called me over. "Meet Tien! He's one of our friends."

"We've met," I said coldly.

"Heh," Tien smirked at me. "I still don't believe you can beat Vegeta up. He's the toughest kid in the school."

"Apparently I can," I replied. "And if he's the toughest kid, then your school needs a new tough cookie."

"And I presume that would be you?"

"Why not? It's not like I remember my past."

"Or it's more that it's not like anyone remembers you," Tien mused, and with that he turned and left and I found myself watching him walk out of the cafeteria. He seemed almost as confident as Vegeta at the moment.

"What was that all about?" Bulma frowned at her long gone friend.

"Don't pay any attention to him Bura," Chi Chi said, trying to be nice. "I don't know what his problem is."

"Okay," I said easily enough, my eyes lingering at the door he had just gone out of before turning back to the others. "So- what's our next class?"

Chi Chi frowned, "Didn't the principal give you a sheet earlier? We might not have the same one you know."

I shook my head, "What sheet?"

Goku walked past me, smiled and plucked a sheet of paper from my pockets. "This sheet, Bura!" He said in his cheerful voice. I blinked in surprise.

Taking the sheet from his hand, I smiled and thanked him, "I completely forgot about it. Thanks."

"Gokou- where on earth do you think you're going?" Chi Chi frowned at him, her eyebrows furrowing.

Gokou, who had just been attempting to follow Tien's lead and leave, paused and grinned at her. "Oh….you know Chi Chi- just to P.E."

Chi Chi eyed him disbelievingly. "We still have fifteen minutes before the bell rings."

"Well see you in Math- bye!" Gokou said quickly and scurried out of sight.

I looked at Chichi, "He doesn't look like the type to be early for class."

The other girl gave me a piercing glare and turned to Bulma, looking at her meaningfully. "Let's go see what he's hiding, shall we?"

"Um… what did I just do wrong?" I asked after flipping over them and blocking their way.

"Gokou's hiding something that's all," Bulma said, grinning almost evilly, and instead of pushing past me like I expected, she turned and grinned evilly at Chi Chi. "What do you think, Chi? Should we let the newbie come along?"

Chi Chi smiled back, "Why not? Let's just go before lunch ends- Bura did you ever figure out what class you're going to?"

"Oh, um," I looked down at the sheet still in my hand. "P.E…."

Bulma looked excited, "Which teacher?"

"Korran…." I trailed off- first Piccolo and now Korran. Is there a reason why these teachers' have such bizarre names?

"That's the same as Gokou," Bulma nodded meaningfully at Chi Chi.

"Does it matter?" Chi Chi huffed. "Come on- we only have ten minutes left. I don't mind being late, but if you are again B, you'll have Saturday School."

"Right," Bulma said. "Lead the way then!"

It took me until we were actually in the locker room when I finally realized what this was all about. I raised an eyebrow at the two girls, but found that I really didn't care that I was in the boy's locker room and would probably be in heaps of trouble if caught. I guess I really wasn't a worrywart and always too afraid of getting caught to actually do anything.

Bulma nodded to an empty office, and Chi Chi stepped calmly in it at once. We sat down underneath the windows, our backs scrunched against the wall, and I was surprised that we could hear two voices quite clearly. It was Gokou talking to Tien and someone else.

It only took me a few seconds to become utterly bored with the conversation. They were talking about the fight between me and Vegeta this morning- wondering exactly how strong I was and normal things like that. At this point in the day I was extremely tired of the whole thing- so I beat some kid up, what was the big deal?

Bulma and Chi Chi were giving me odd looks, but said nothing. After a moment, Bulma nodded to the door, signaling that we might as well leave when suddenly there was a loud "BAM!" from a metal door hitting the wall, and seemingly millions of chattering voices poured in.

"Shit," Bulma cursed under her breath. Chi Chi pointed to the desk and we hurried to get underneath it. It turns out we were just in time too, because the next thing we knew someone shuffled into the office, but all we could see were his shiny military style boots.

We heard a high voice yell at the kids, "Hurry and get dressed! One minute late and I'll skin you alive!"

"That's the scariest female teacher I've ever heard!" I told Bulma.

Bulma burst into laughter. "That's not a female teacher."

"She's not?" I asked, bewildered.

Chichi grinned. "No. That's Frieze. He's… different." Chichi laughed at my expression and told me to get to class before I got turned into a french fry.

In the end we covered our heads with our shirts and scurried out of the room when the….teacher's back was turned, hoping for the best. Of course we were noticed though and broke out into a mad run. I thought we might run forever, but then Chi Chi turned and we were in a hallway full of students trying to get to class.

Panting, we stopped and started walking as if nothing had happened- only our rosy cheeks and heaving stomachs told otherwise.

"That….was….close," Bulma said through her gasps for air. "Well….history….for….us….then….Chi….bye s….Bura."

And before I could protest they slipped into a classroom, the door closing behind them. Great. Now what was I supposed to do?

I looked around, and then at my sheet. Cursing, I ran back towards the boy's locker room and stood outside. When the guys filed out, I followed them to the gym and stood around, waiting to get into trouble. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Vegeta shared our gym period.

"Hey! YOU! What are YOU doing here?" He yelled across the gym as soon as he saw me.

I turned around and looked at him, smirking. "I have class this period, dumbass."

The others started to whisper and when Vegeta broke into a run towards me, they backed out of the way. The angry Veggie-head apparently wanted a piece of me… but he was too slow.

I ducked his first punch easily, and this only seemed to enrage him more. Ducking another punch that was completely off, I decided enough was enough- my leg went up, catching him in the stomach, and with an "Ophff," he stumbled backwards several feet, but caught himself, his eyes darkening further in maniacal rage.

Lunging forward, he did a complex sort of feint: half punching me, and then almost kicking me, but pulling away both times. I raised an eyebrow, what did he think we were playing chicken or something? Instead of playing along, I stopped completely, my hands resting on my hips.

"You know- I'm not the one who asked for this," I said calmly. "If you don't want to fight then just stay out of my way: if you do want to fight, then please don't half ass your way through it."

"Shut up woman," he hissed and managed to kick me in the stomach. I flew into the gym wall and felt myself crumble to the floor.

"Now, you're not so tough are you?" Vegeta asked, kicking me in the chest. I think he fractured a few of my ribs because I felt a trickle of blood surge up from my lungs and drip out of my mouth. Wincing in pain, I lifted my arms to protect myself against the blow. Pushing my arms out, I blocked it and shoved him to the ground where I promptly decided to step on his crotch to prevent him from standing up again.

"Now, you listen to me!" I told him angrily. My chest was hurting more than I liked, "You leave me the hell alone unless you want me to break every little bone in your body. Got it?"

"Like you could," He sneered.

That probably wasn't a good thing to say when you're lying on the floor with someone standing on your crouch. Especially when the person who is standing on it is already extremely pissed off with you. I think he would agree with that little piece of logic a mere five minutes later when he had to limp down to the infirmary, refusing anyone's help.

"Ms. Briefs is it?" Someone noted casually. I turned to see who had spoken, and my mouth opened in surprise. Before me stood a sleek white….creature, which looked extremely feminine- purple lipstick and all. But I recognized the voice: it was the same one I heard in the locker room and had mistaken it for female.

"Uh, yeah," I said, trying not to look disconcerted. Suddenly, I leaned over and began coughing. Drops of blood dripped from my lips. Cursing, I looked up at the teacher, "May I go to the nurse's office? I think Veggie-head over there fractured a few of my ribs."

There was a long silence, and then the creature grinned at me. "No I don't think so."

I stared at him in shock, "No? But….you let Veggie go!"

"He wasn't the one who caused the disturbance in my class," the thing said smoothly. "Everyone- I want fifty laps around the room by the end of today."

Immediately everyone groaned, but went and started their laps anyway. I simply stood there, staring and the creature in shock and dismay. "But I didn't start it! He was the one who charged at me from across the room!"

He simply gave me a patronizing glance, and ushered me towards my classmates. "Fine, fine: you can go as soon as you're finished."

I glared at him and began running. Apparently my running speed also remained with me as well as my strength, because I was able to finish within ten minutes. Sure, I was in pain the whole time, but at least the creature allowed me to go to the nurse's office.

The nurse berated me for even moving around with three broken ribs and I didn't dare tell her that I had been running with them as well. In the end she taped them up as best as she could and condemned me once again to bed rest. To my unfortunate luck Vegeta just happened to be occupying the bed next to me.

"Stupid woman," I heard him mumble. I chose to just close my eyes and wait for my wounds to heal. Then, hearing footsteps, I opened my eyes. He was standing there, staring at me. "I still can't believe a woman beat me this bad."

I simply shrugged, "Your own fault, you know."

"Whose your teacher?"

I blinked at him. "Uh….teacher?"

He frowned. "Yes- as in the person who trained you, you moron! Don't tell me you're another Gokou!"

I stared at him for a moment pondering his comment and then shook my head. "I don't remember."

He spat on the floor, "Right. I forgot. You've got amnesia."

I closed my eyes again, not wanting to look at him, "It's weird, because I feel like your style is similar to mine… only slower."

"You may have tried to steal mine then," he said after a moment.

"Why would I do that?!" I asked in amazement. Was it even possible to be any more vain? Even after I just beat him up for the second time today he still thought that I worshipped him!

"Because," he smirked, "I wouldn't waste my time copying you, and have not seen you before today."

"But I beat you. Doesn't that mean my style is stronger? It would make no sense…" I trailed off, thinking. *Vegeta, Vegeta… that name did sound familiar.* I looked up at him again. "Weird." Shaking my head, I let out a sigh."

"What is it woman?" He grunted. "Remembering something?"

"Uh…." I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I noticed that he was still watching me. "What?"

"You would think this wasn't the first time anyone had heard of you- quite an entrance today," He said.

For some reason, that angered me. It made him seem so high and mighty. I sat up, bit back the pain and yelled at him, "Would you just shut up and leave me alone? I didn't mean to kick your ass and I didn't mean to beat the shit out of you. My brain hurts because of my amnesia and I can't remember a fucking thing. On top of that, my chest fucking hurts because apparently you broke three of my ribs and it'll take quite some time to heal!" Well, I guess my ribs didn't like that too much, and the next thing I knew, I was bending over, coughing up blood.

To my surprise I felt someone push me back down onto the bed in an almost brotherly gesture. I blinked back pain, just in time to see Vegeta's turned back going through the door. I found myself lying there on my back, clutching my ribs painfully and wondering why this didn't seem as strange as it should. Did I possibly know Vegeta? But then….why didn't he tell me? As I pondered about everything that happened with Vegeta and possibilities of how I knew him, I drifted into slumber.