Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning to Love ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Edited April 1, 2008

 

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Learning to Love: Chapter Two

 

The next thing she knew, someone was shaking her insistently, dragging her from dreams of a dark eyed man with a raspy voice. "What the hell do you want?" Bulma growled, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.

 

"Wake up lazy bones, we have to go to work in a few minutes," Chichi answered, yanking the sheets off the bed.

 

Bulma swore under her breath before finally rousing herself. After a long, hot shower, a change of clothes, and a cup of coffee, she felt much better. As she looked in the newly stocked refrigerator she was amazed to find that much of the Saiyan food was similar to the food found on earth. She sighed in relief as she found a fruit similar to an apple and took a bite, closing her eyes in bliss at the taste as she closed the refrigerator door.

 

Chichi closed the door from her quarters behind her and smiled at seeing her friend's happy face. "You're finally up; I'm glad." She opened the door to the fridge, brushing past the silently chewing Bulma. "What's good to eat in here?"

 

Bulma waved the fruit in her hand in the air, not verbally responding because she was chewing still and then wandered into the commons, absently taking another bite of the fruit. Her eyes brightened as she saw two slender silver bracelets resting on the table. Picking them up, she turned to Chichi, swallowing her food. "Look, we got our translators!"

 

Chichi rolled her eyes, cutting herself a hunk of cheese and grabbing an apple. "I know, they were outside of the door when I got up this morning. Now go get your stuff and let's go!" She closed the refrigerator and took the translator from Bulma putting it around her wrist.

 

Her blue-eyed friend quickly put hers on also, picked up a hair clip, and took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure her curly shoulder-length hair was in place, red halter top was properly situated, mid-thigh length black skirt was wrinkle free, and that her smile was as radiant as ever. I hope this will leave those Saiyans with a good first impression. Who knows, maybe I'll find a new guy for my new start. Just because the king was such an asshole doesn't necessarily mean—

 

"Vegetaseii to Bulma, Vegetaseii to Bulma, are you there?" Chichi asked impatiently, her hands on her hips.

 

Bulma snapped out of her reverie, her expression sheepish. "Yeah, sorry, I was just...thinking. Let's go."

 

"I can't believe we're late on our first day." Chichi grumbled as the two left their rooms, a feeling of expectancy following them.

 

In the Classroom

 

Egplnta rose from her seat gracefully her previous facade of innocence and goodness gone. It would be hard to tell by looking at her that she was the leader of elite students assembled there. This ten year old with long black hair, startling large brown eyes-a strange trait among pure blooded Saiyans-impossibly long black lashes, four feet two inch child of a noble was a rebel, as her shirt proudly proclaimed. Silence reigned as everyone held their breath, eager to see what their classmate was up to.

 

Egplnta turned her head and looked at a boy behind her with very short, spiky black hair and dark eyes. He smiled and nodded at her. She slowly turned to face front again, reassured.

 

Their instructor hesitantly met her eyes; nervously clearing his throat as he did so. "Is something wrong Egplnta?"

 

She crossed her arms over her chest and squarely faced the much older man. "Yeah, I'd say there is. My father said there's a foreigner taking over your job. Is that right?"

 

The weary Saiyan nodded, a look of relief on his face. "Yes, your father is right. The best and brightest scientist King Vegeta could find is taking over my position and--"

 

A knock on the door interrupted him. Eager for the distraction the Saiyan opened the door. The two Earth women walked in and stood before the class. Their instructor tore his eyes from them long enough to say. "Students, your new teacher...um teachers,” he amended quickly.

 

Bulma took a step forward. "Hello," she said, greeting them with the full wattage of her smile. She was sorely disappointed to be met with silence from her new pupils. Her smiled slowly disappeared and turned into a frown, "Is this translator on?" she asked aloud to herself, checking the bracelet that was around her wrist.

 

"We can understand you perfectly," a small girl in a black shirt with blue writing replied, her voice bored. "We just choose not to answer." She sat down, a challenge in her eyes.

 

A mischievous smirk graced Bulma's face for a microsecond. So, this is going to be harder than I thought. Good. I think I probably would have been bored and disappointed if they'd greeted me with open arms. I'm guessing that girl is their leader or at least their spokesperson. Well, we'll see how they do once I switch the charm on.

“That's fine,” she told them, shrugging her shoulders as if she couldn't care less. As her eyes scanned the room, she noticed that all of the children were watching the little girl; except for one boy in the back who was smiling openly at her. She winked at him and sauntered over to the side of the 'rebel'.

 

"Let's play a game. If I win, you have to co-operate with me and let me do my job. If I lose, class goes on as you want it and everyone gets a perfect score. Agreed?" Bulma ignored the gasps she heard from the students and the two other adults in the room and kept her attention focused on the child before her.

 

The girl smirked, "Agreed."

 

"Awesome. I call this game `Secret'. Are you ready?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Okay, I'm going to guess five things about you. If what I say is right, you hold up a finger," the earth woman began, taking a deep breath.

 

The rebel nodded, curious as to how this oddly complexioned woman was going to go about this.

 

Bulma closed her eyes for a few seconds. "Your name is Egplnta, right?"

 

The girl's smirk wavered only slightly and she silently held up a finger.

 

Nodding, the blue eyed earth native continued. "Your father is an important guy that works closely with the King."

 

A second finger went up.

 

"You had an older brother who died while he was on another planet. Your mother killed herself when she found out. Am I right so far?" Bulma asked, opening her eyes for confirmation

 

Nodding slightly, her mouth wide open in shock, and her eyes locked onto Bulma's, Egplnta held up two more fingers.

 

Her voice turned to a whisper that only Egplnta could hear. "You go to sleep at night and wonder why these things happened to you, what wrong you could have committed to deserve your life. You have only one love now and that's fighting."

 

Egplnta held up her last finger on her hand but shook her head whispering in reply to Bulma's last statement. "I have other loves besides fighting. My father, my people, my planet, and my honor."

 

Bulma felt her heart go out to the troubled youth but said nothing in reply.

 

Egplnta spoke in normal tones so that the rest of the class could hear them, her voice full of admiration. "How could you know all of that stuff about me? You just got here!"

 

Winking, Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "That's why the game's called Secret; it's a secret." She walked to the front of the classroom, aware that every pair of eyes in the classroom was following her.

 

Their former instructor cleared his throat, his hand on the doorknob. "I don't think you need me here anymore. Lesson plans are in the desk drawer along with the grade-book. Good luck." He left quietly.

 

Bulma smiled at Chichi, who was staring at her friend in disbelief. She sat on the desk and crossed her legs. "Well, it's my first day, and I want to know more about you guys, so when it's your turn, tell me your name, your age, and something about you."

 

After listening to about seven students, she finally reached Egplnta, who stood as the Saiyan child before her sat down, "My name is Egplnta, I'm ten years old, and my father is the King's coordinator."

 

Nodding, Bulma smiled and gestured for the next person to go. About three students after Egplnta was the boy who smiled at Bulma earlier. He stood lazily, a lopsided smile on his face. "My name is Maize, I'm 12 years old, and my parents are dead."

 

"Who do you live with then?"

 

"I live alone."

 

Bulma wasn't sure what to say to that. On earth that would have been a big deal, but it obviously wasn't here. "Oh. I see. Next person please."

 

After all of the students were done Bulma nudged Chichi who was leaning against the desk next to her and looking bored.

 

Chichi smiled a little nervously, "You guys can call me Chichi, I'm 24 years old, my parents died a long time ago, I've been an assistant teacher for two years now, and I love it."

 

Taking a deep breath, Bulma spoke, "My name is Bulma, you guys can call me Miss Briefs or 'Bulma-san', I'm older than Chichi by a year and I've been teaching for 3 and 1/2 years."

 

Maize waved his hand in the air a moment, not waiting to be called on before asking his question. "Are you mated or are you single?"

 

Bulma tapped her foot pensively on the desk. I'm guessing mated for them is married for us earthlings. "I'm single."

 

The boys in the class smirked at each other.

 

Egplnta rolled her eyes, "You do know that all the guys in here want to fuck you right?"

 

Bulma had a coughing fit but recovered as Chichi slapped her on the back in an effort to help. She winced slightly, ignoring the giggling of the class. "The classroom is not the place for such discussions Egplnta."

 

The ten year old smiled innocently, folding her hands on her desk, and wrapping her tail around her waist. "It's true though. Why can't I say so?"

 

Re-crossing her legs, Bulma grimaced as she tried to come up with an answer. "Well...I don't know why not. It just isn't done."

 

"They want to jump Chichi too, but not as bad, because she isn't as foreign looking as you," Egplnta continued, oblivious to the shocked looks from the raven haired human. "All of us girls want to fuck the King."

 

"Egplnta, don't use that word again or--" Bulma's face took on a look of absolute horror as she realized who they were just talking about. "The King?!"

 

Egplnta smiled devilishly. "Yeah and his guard, Kakkarot."

 

Chichi's eyes widened in surprise. She turned slightly and murmured so that only Bulma could hear her. "You've got to admit that they have good taste...in men AND women."

 

Rolling her eyes, Bulma leaped nimbly off the desk, looking at a clock on the desk, "When is this class over?"

 

Maize and Egplnta glanced at their watches and simultaneously blurted. "In three minutes."

 

Thank Kami for that, Bulma thought in relief. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Make sure you're ready to work and ready to learn. Oh," she added as an afterthought, a smirk on her face and a challenge in her eyes, "And if you don't think you can handle me, my assistant, or the material we will be covering, feel free to leave now, no questions asked and no hard feelings on our part."

 

No one moved. Bulma dusted her clothes off and smiled as the bell rang. "Bye everyone."

 

Egplnta lagged behind the others, waiting until she was the last student in the room.

"Miss, are you two going to dine with King Vegeta tonight?"

 

Bulma looked at Chichi, who shrugged, and then turned back to the child. "We didn't hear anything about it until just now, so I doubt we're invited."

 

"Oh," the girl said studying a spot on her left boot. "It's just that I usually go with my father and there's never anyone there I want to talk to."

 

Bulma smiled reassuringly. "I promise that if I'm invited, I'll go. How's that?"

 

Egplnta looked up, her face joyful. "Okay." She left the room in a near run as the one-minute bell rang.

 

"What a sweet child," Bulma said thoughtfully, turning to the yawning Chichi.

 

Her friend snorted. "Sweet is not the word I was thinking of to describe her." Her pretty face wrinkled in confusion as she remembered something, "How did you guess all of that stuff about her?"

 

Laughing, Bulma pulled a sheet of paper from the desk. "I came in here really early this morning and memorized the former instructor's notes on each of the children. He found me and told me to watch out for Egplnta, so I made sure I memorized as much as I could about her."

 

Chichi laughed a little nervously. "At first I thought you were psychic or something."

 

Bulma folded the sheet, shut the drawer in the desk and followed Chichi out the door, closing and locking it behind her. "I wish."

 

"I guess that explains why you were so tired this morning," Chichi mused aloud to herself.

 

They walked in silence the short distance to their rooms; each engrossed in their own thoughts. Bulma followed Chichi through their door after her friend entered their code, so caught up in her thoughts she didn't hear the sound of the door closing behind her.

 

"I still can't believe we were late on our first day," Chichi muttered, throwing herself into a chair and kicking off her shoes. She took the ribbon out of her hair and let her long black tresses fall around her shoulders. "I wonder if they have shampoo here."

 

Bulma grimaced as she pushed a strand of blue hair that had escaped her clip behind her ears. "I hope so."

 

A knock outside their door interrupted their conversation. Both women looked at the door and then slowly looked at each other. A challenge flashed in Bulma's eyes and Chichi's reflected it. Both women simultaneously leaped from where they were sitting and raced for the door. Chichi got there first. Bulma stuck her tongue out at her friend and sat in the chair, watching the door.

 

Chichi cursed under her breath as she realized her hair was loose about her shoulders, but finally shrugged and opened the door quickly. "Yes?"

 

Startled at Chichi's change in appearance, Bardock took a step back, before finally regaining his previous composure. "You two have been ordered to appear at dinner tomorrow with the King. Kakkarot and I will escort you." With that said, he left.

 

Chichi pushed the button to close the door and turned to her friend who was waiting impatiently. "Well?"

 

"The King wants us to dine with him tomorrow at."

 

Bulma scowled. "Does he? I wanted to literally kill him yesterday; I don't see how I'm going to get through a dinner without smashing something over his smug head."

 

Chichi put her hair back in a bun, a few bobby pins in her mouth. "Yeah, me too."

 

The blue eyed earthling raised her eyebrows at her companion. "Are you sure you even noticed him? You spent so much time staring at and talking to Kakkarot, that I was sure you were oblivious to your surroundings."

 

Chichi blushed and shook her head. "There's just something about him. I haven't met another man quite like him."

 

“That's sweet.” Rolling her eyes, Bulma got out of her chair and opened the door to her quarters. "I'm going to shower, order lunch, and decide what I'm going to wear tomorrow. What time is it now?"

 

"It's nearly1300 hours." Chichi went to her bedroom door. "I better do the same thing; I can't have you showing me up now can I?" she joked.

 

The next morning...

 

"Vegeta, you can't just walk in here, screw my brains out, and then just leave!"

 

Vegeta paused only momentarily in his tracks before he picked up his scouter and turned to the woman screaming at him answering her with a tone that was dangerously calm, and infuriatingly devoid of emotion. "Don't. You. Ever, tell me what I can and can not do. Do you understand me Anyla? You can be replaced my dear, I hope you remember that."

 

She lowered her eyes demurely, her heart racing. "Yes, Vegeta."

 

Opening the door, and leaving angrily Vegeta muttered. "Good. I'll see you later tonight then."

 

Anyla crossed her arms over her chest, shook her head, and sighed in exasperation, running her hands through her hair. I'm losing him. This all started two days ago…when that earth woman got here.

 

She growled suddenly in anger and stormed from her room. Scowling, she bulldozed her way through a small gathering of slaves. One unfortunate man about 36 years of age got in her way and since he was weak and sickly attracted her attention. Smirking evilly, she knocked the man to the floor and sent him onto the next live.

 

"Let that be a lesson to you all to stay out of my way," she hissed at the horrified slave onlookers. "You," she growled at one of them. "Tell me where the science classroom is."

 

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