Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning to Love ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Edited April 7, 2008

Learning to Love: Chapter Three

 

The day had been a pleasant one so far. The teaching duo had spent a cozy night talking fashion, working out how to use their VAP, and wound up watching a movie and ordering food to their rooms.

 

Bulma was pleased to find that her class was eager to learn and only slightly disorderly that day, so she started right in on the lesson for the day, every once in a while pausing to write notes on the dry erase board. "What's important to remember is that the overall charge of an atom is neutral, because there are always just as many electrons as there are protons. To find the number of neutrons in an atom, we must subtract the number of-"

 

She was cut off as the classroom door was slammed open so violently that quite a few students jumped in their seats.

 

"You fucking bitch!" Anyla spat out venomously from the doorway, her eyes gleaming maniacally, her hair tousled, yet still beautiful, her chest heaving in outrage.

 

Chichi moved to her friend's side, raised her eyebrows and jerked her head in the Saiyan woman's direction, letting the blue haired woman know she'd take care of Anyla if Bulma so desired. Bulma shook her head curtly and turned again to face the stormy female Saiyan. "Is there a problem, Lady Anyla?" she asked, hiding her anger behind a mask of cool, cordial politeness.

 

"Don't act innocent. You know good and damned well there is! You're trying to take Vegeta from me, whore! You and that fool, Lord Vegeta, are in on this together! You both hate me and don't want me to be Queen!" Anyla screeched, the red in her black eyes giving her a demonic appearance as she stormed across the room, stopping within two feet of the head teacher.

 

No one in the room dared to move a muscle; all attention was on the two women staring each other down in the middle of the classroom. Chichi was the first to react. Her black eyes narrowed angrily and she took a step forward, about to show the King's fiancé why she'd won the woman's division martial arts competition two years running back on earth until Bulma beat her to it. Closing the distance between herself and Anyla so that she was within inches of her, her blue eyes alight with anger.

 

"I can see that your paranoia and insecurity are driving you at the moment, so I am going to speak loudly and slowly so that even you can understand me. I. Hate. Your. Fiancé. Despise him. As a matter of fact, there isn't a word strong enough to describe my disdain for him, so the chances of me ever wanting to take him from you is about as likely as you ever having a coherent thought,” she ground out from between clenched teeth, still managing to hold onto her temper rather well in her opinion.

 

Anyla's expressions changed rapidly from a mixture of anger and bloodlust, then to confusion, and dawning realization. The Saiyan woman unconsciously took a step away from the earth teacher. "Just make sure you stay away from him or the punishment will be severe." She spun on her heel and was about to walk out the door when Bulma's voice stopped her.

 

"You're not the Queen yet, so I don't have to listen to you. You're nobody. From what I gather, you're nothing more than a well-kept, unpaid whore."

 

Egplnta smirked at that. "Oh, she's better than that Miss Bulma. She's the King's bed warmer." Her classmates snickered; their hatred for the female Saiyan evident from the expressions on their faces.

 

Chichi scowled at the fuming Saiyan woman. "If you ever come near me or Bulma in such a way again, I swear to Kami, I will make you suffer so badly you will beg me to kill you."

 

Fear briefly flitted across Anyla's face and was then replaced with her customary smugness. "Yeah right. You can't keep your guard up forever. I have a curse; I always get what I want. And if I want you and your bitchy friend dead, then that's what's going to happen," With that said, she was gone, slamming the door shut behind her.

 

"I'll be damned," Maize stated in his usual easy going manner. "I don't think she likes either of you very much."

 

"Good observation Maize," Egplnta replied, rolling her eyes. "Anyla hates everyone except for King Vegeta and that's probably because he's the only one willing to put up with her. She's never had any friends or anything. She killed her own parents to get where she is; my father said that when her father found out how evil she is, he tried to get rid of her, but she killed him first, and then had her mother raped and killed just because. I don't know why the King even bothers to put up with her crap."

 

"She must be a really good lay," Maize commented lazily. The male students nodded their heads sagely in agreement.

 

Bulma's eyes softened as her students' words cheered her up a little, the anger almost gone completely. "Has she always been so…so-"

 

"So bitchy," Chichi supplied, sitting in the chair behind Bulma's desk and drawing absently on a scrap piece of paper, a little disappointed she hadn't been able to wipe the floor with the Saiyan bitch.

 

Bulma nodded, leaning up against the edge of the desk. "Yeah, that's the word I was looking for."

 

Her students answered at once.

 

"Always!"

 

"Unfortunately."

 

"Oh yeah."

 

"Since the day she was born."

 

Their science instructor shrugged her shoulders. "Why am I not surprised? Okay, we have exactly-" she glanced at her watch, "Five minutes left in class. You're free to do as you please AFTER you pick up the homework sheet from Chichi."

 

Chichi opened a file labeled “homework assignments” from the desk drawer and handed one to each student as they filed past the desk. Once they all sat down, and started talking excitedly amongst themselves she went back to her drawing; drawing a rope around the neck of a sketch of a dark haired woman, and then having that rope hang from a tree. "I wish you let me fight her Bulma."

 

After a slight hesitation, Bulma turned to her best friend, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You can't fight all of my battles for me. Anyla's right, your guard can't be up all of the time. I've got to take care of myself."

 

She looked up finally from her drawing, a small smile on her face. “Famous last words,” Chichi teased.

 

The bell rang signifying the end of class. The students grabbed their stuff and left, a few calling 'goodbye' to the two earth females, most still discussing the scene they'd witnessed in the classroom.

 

As the door closed behind the last student, Bulma sighed in relief, leaning all the way back on the desk until her legs dangled from one side and her head hung from the other, her arms flung out to the sides so that her body made a `t'. "Finally! Kami, I can't even begin to express how glad I am that today is over," she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

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"Here, here!" Chichi agreed wholeheartedly, getting out of the chair and moving around her friend carefully as she walked toward the door, smiling mischievously as she spoke. "Are you sure you should be doing that Bulma? What if Anyla was to walk in here right now?"

 

As the last syllable passed her lips the door opened.

 

Bulma kept her eyes shut and called. "Can't be her; whoever opened the door just now did it like someone who wasn't raised in a barn. It better be that ass Brocco telling me that I don't have to go to dinner tonight. After the day I've had, I'm not sure I could handle dealing with any more of Vegetaseii's egomaniacally pretentious elitist-"

 

A deep chuckle interrupted her ranting.

 

Please Kami, don't let it be who I think it is, she prayed anxiously. Once she opened her eyes slowly, she was greeted by the sight of an upside down Vegeta smirking at her. The mortified female closed her eyes again for a moment, swearing fluently in her head before she slid down off of the desk and onto her feet, taking a moment to adjust her clothing before making a hasty curtsey, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

 

Vegeta waved his hand dismissively at the gesture, his eyes full of mocking laughter. “I'm almost glad I took the time myself to see how things are faring here,” he drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

Bulma's eyes darted past him to meet those of her raven haired friend, who was standing by the door, a sheepish expression on her face. “I'm so glad you did,” she lied, meeting Vegeta's gaze once again, managing to look calm and dignified despite her inner mortification and vexation brought about by his presence.

 

He snorted in disbelief. “Somehow I doubt that.” The King's expression sobered a bit as he remembered something. "Just so you know, now that you and your assistant are a crucial part of the staff, your attendance at dinner meetings is mandatory."

 

Her eyebrows twitched as she struggled to keep from screaming out the thoughts that were racing through her mind.

 

"Of course, Your Highness. We are only too h-happy to oblige," she managed to croak out past the lump of bile in her throat.

 

His eyes narrowed a moment as he tried to decide if she was being serious or not and then his smirk returned in full force and then some. "I see you finally realize your inferiority and place here; your only job is to `oblige' me." He paused and a mischievous glint was in his eyes as he continued. "In any way I deem necessary." Vegeta chuckled and left, as quickly and silently as he'd arrived, not noticing the flabbergasted expression on the earthling's face.

 

The moment the door closed behind him, Bulma sank into her chair, laying her forehead on her desk.

 

Feeling a bit guilty for not having warned her friend of Vegeta's entrance in the first place, Chichi cleared her throat, approaching her friend hesitantly. “Bulma? Are you okay?”

 

The blue haired woman laughed humorlessly, her voice muffled. “I swear to Kami Chichi I'm going to lose my temper with that bastard some day soon Chichi. And it's going to be ugly.”

 

The Dining Hall

Later That Same Night…

 

"Where's Anyla?" Chichi blurted, interrupting Lettuco.

 

The Saiyan's eyes briefly darted to the suddenly expressionless King before he cleared his throat and answered her query. "She's resting."

 

The raven-haired beauty sniffed angrily. "Of course. She needs to regain her strength a hard day of disrupt-"A pointed look accompanied by a swift kick under the table from her best friend silenced her.

 

The King's top officers exchanged puzzled expressions, completely ignorant of what had happened earlier that day; which was just how Bulma wanted it to stay. “Is your daughter resting also?” she asked the King's coordinator to fill the silence.

 

Lettuco chuckled softly at the mention of his only offspring and shook his head as he answered. "The brat's sparring with that boy, Maize. She's been neglecting her training and her power level is starting to reflect this."

 

Bulma glanced at Chichi before replying. "I was thinking about maybe working on my fighting skills a bit."

 

The King snorted disdainfully. "Good idea. Anyone with your present power level wouldn't last a second in a fight with even the 10 year olds here."

 

Lord Vegeta, who had been relatively quiet without his favorite person to pick on around, cut Bulma off before she could reply. "Oh come on brat, you say that as if strength is everything. I confess that stamina is an important issue, but surely her beauty counts for something?"

 

"Very little," was the harsh reply.

 

The blue-haired vixen felt anger rising in her chest as she glared at the King. "I'm going to forget for a moment that you just insulted my flawless physical appearance and point out that you value strength above all else. Which means that intelligence means nothing to you,” she paused a moment, a mischievous smirk that nearly put Vegeta's to shame on her face. “Why am I not surprised? Especially since you have the lowest amount of brain mass of any person that I have ever encountered…excluding of course, your choice in fuck buddy. To each his own, hmm?”

 

Bardock started to choke and Kakkarot slapped him vigorously on the back dislodging the food and nearly dislodging his father's spine along with it. "Are you okay Father?" he asked anxiously, purposefully refusing to even look in Vegeta's direction just then.

 

The faintest tinge of pink could be found on the bridge of the older Saiyan's nose. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, taking a long drink from his glass.

 

Vegeta, who hadn't noticed near death of his Lieutenant, scowled at his science department head, his voice controlled. "I'm fucking certain, woman, that I've made it abundantly clear from the beginning what kind of behavior is expected from you.”

 

She rejoiced inwardly. It was his turn now. Bulma feigned nonchalance, shrugging her shoulders and taking another bite of her food, not even looking at him. "Yeah, what about it?"

 

If she looked closely enough, Bulma would have been able to see a vein pulsating on the King's forehead. "Didn't I tell you that-"

 

The doors to the dining room opened and Anyla stood there, a smirk on her face and wearing a beautiful knee length black halter dress that showed off all her best assets.

 

Instinctively, Bulma's eyes went to Vegeta to gauge his reaction. The King looked as surprised to see the melodramatic female as everyone else. He stood up and everyone else at the table hastened to rise with him. "Anyla, I thought you were going to stay in bed."

 

She sat down next to Bulma, a smile on her face as she looked into Vegeta's black eyes. "I got hungry."

 

Lord Vegeta's eyes shone in excitement as he sensed an opening, but he held his tongue as his son shot him a warning look. Everyone sat back down and tried to ignore the increased tension that threatened to suffocate everyone in the room.

 

Chichi's eyes sparkled in hatred, but she said nothing. The silence was deafening. Anyla didn't even seem to notice as she began to slowly eat her meal, a very convincing innocent smile on her face.

 

“A pity you didn't have your meal sent to your room,” Bulma sighed, pushing her food away from her.

 

“Lost your appetite?” Lord Vegeta asked the world renowned scientist sympathetically. “Can't say I blame you. I think everyone else here feels the exact same way.”

 

Anyla looked up from her food, a retort on her lips that died as she met the intense dislike in the eyes of Kakkarot, Lord Vegeta, Bulma, and Chichi, her vacuous smile quickly becoming a grimace. “This isn't fair. You're all up against me when I haven't done anything to you. This is some scheme you made to take my place,” she snarled, pointing at Bulma.

 

The accused snorted derisively. “Oh give me a break,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

 

King Vegeta frowned at Anyla. "Don't be an idiot Anyla. Vegetaseii does not rotate around you."

 

Anyla's tone and expression quickly became all innocence once again. "I'm sorry Vegeta."

 

He completely ignored her apology, his voice taking on a rough edge as he remembered something. "Which reminds me…what's this I hear about you paying the science classroom a visit today?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

 

The icy tone of Vegeta's fiancée made Bulma shiver despite herself as the Saiyan female turned to meet her gaze. "You told him."

 

Pissed off at the King for bringing it up but unable to direct that anger at him-at least for the moment-she decided to take that aggravation out on the wretched specimen before her. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, I didn't. If you wanted to save face in front of your keeper, you should never have made such a spectacle to begin with."

 

"You fucking liar," Anyla hissed so that only Bulma could hear her. She turned back to the expectant Vegeta, a perfectly composed expression on her doll-like features. "Well, I really wanted to befriend Bulma, so I went looking for her during her class. The students were rude, I got upset and then I left."

 

Vegeta's brows furrowed in frank disbelief as he looked into the female Saiyan's eyes. He ignored the skeptical looks he was getting from all around, and a squawk of outrage from the dark haired earthling, and turned his gaze to Bulma. "Is this true?"

 

There was a moment of silence as she considered the consequences of what she was about to do. "Yes," Bulma lied through her teeth, trying not to reveal the truth through her eyes as she squarely made eye contact with the King. Ignoring Chichi's gasp and the unconvinced glances of Kakkarot, Lettuco, and Bardock, she continued, "I apologize for my students' behavior Anyla."

 

Anyla smiled sweetly at Bulma and hugged her, ignoring the stiffening she sensed in the human's body. "That's okay. I wouldn't let something like that keep me from wanting to be friends with you Bulma," she very nearly purred.

 

"I think I'm going to be sick," Lord Vegeta said in a mock whisper; Bardock and Kakkarot nodded in agreement.

 

Bulma coughed as the Saiyan woman hugged her even tighter, squeezing the oxygen from her lungs and making her heart rate race. “It hurts…doesn't it?” she asked the captive earth woman, her voice low and conversational. “With just a little more pressure, I could obliterate your ribcage, dislodge your sternum.” Anyla released her then, leaning back and smiling into the speechless woman's face. “Never forget that.”

 

Not even Chichi noticed anything amiss; it'd all happened so fast. Anyla went back to her meal, all smiles while Bulma struggled to maintain her composure. After a few minutes of stilted conversation, Lettuco made his excuses to the King and left for the night, while Chichi began an animated conversation with Kakkarot about martial arts.

 

Bulma stood suddenly, turning to address the King. "With your permission sire, I'd like to retire for the night."

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he looked from the innocuous smile on Anyla's face to Bulma's still flushed face. He had a strange feeling that he'd missed something important here tonight. Maybe several things. He finally nodded. "You may go, but tomorrow morning at 0700 hours, you and your assistant will report to this room."

 

Nodding absently, Bulma gestured for Chichi to go with her. She smiled and made her farewells to all the other Saiyans in the room, even Anyla (though her smile was much colder and forced by then).

 

Vegeta's eyes followed her form out and then finally returned to Anyla. "Come wench. I think you've caused enough trouble for one day," he drawled. "Kakkarot; training session tomorrow at 0900 hours."

 

His guard stood and bowed. "As you wish my King."

 

End of Chapter Three

 

SO WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? I know it's shorter than my other chapters, but that had to happen sooner or later. I used a quote in here that I used in Mind Games, not on purpose, but it works well in both cases. That's all for now!

 

- BULMA16

 

PS: Special thanks to Ilse for the idea for this story. I would have sent this chapter to you beforehand but I didn't have time. Sorry. Oh, and I'm going to use that one idea you said in the next chapter (see how I set it up?) B16 (C-C)