Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ High School All Over Again ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6 - High School All Over Again

Bulma woke up and tried to remember how many days she had been on this spaceship that never seemed to land or refuel. It just kept going, eternal in the expanse of space.

She figured it had been a great many weeks. She cleared her throat, it had grown dry and sore over the last few days. She hadn't spoken in what seemed like years. Nobody spoke to her, so she had no need to talk and didn't speak to herself much as she feared somebody might hear her and not like what she said. The only time anyone spoke to her, was Fureiza giving her commands or his commands via somebody else. There were also those times, when she dared to venture out her room to walk about or just to see what was going on and some random creature yelled at her, laughed at her, insulted her or 'accidentally' pushed her over. She had been bullied before, but this time she was actually hurt. She didn't want to be friends with them, for they were all indecent murdered and inhuman monsters, she just wished they would leave her alone. She was willing to be civil, but it was hard when they didn't make the effort at all. She stood up, and stumbled into the bath room. She reached into the bath and pulled out the clothes she had washed and left to dry there. She had made herself another set of clothes, so she could wear one and have the other set drying. The set she had made was from rags she found in her room. It was a torn tshirt, that was far too small and a pair of tight trousers that looked like the trousers worn by the Ledac-jins. She ever found a pair of boots to wear. They were white and made of a material that made them quite comfortable and bouncy. She felt the clothes and they felt a little damp still, so she went back and pulled on the set she had worn for the last few days. She ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed. Bulma decided she needed a bath. She had made some soap subsitute, and even made a comb for her hair. She laid her drying clothes out on the chair and pushed the button for water to come out. She tested the temperature, it was luke warm. She tossed her own made nightdress on the bed and sunk into the bath. She scrubbed her skin, trying to take away the taint. She started to make a mental list of why she hated it on this ship so much. She realised, on some level, it resembled her old high school.

"Hey, Bulma! What did you get on that maths test? Another 100%? You big nerd!" taunted a tall girl, and her friends laughed and snatched the test from her. They read it, and laughed some more. She tried to grab it back, but the girls' boyfriend pushed her back, and she fell down onto the floor.

"Oh wait, what's this? Erased in the margins? 'Someday...I...will get a boyfriend'? Yeah right Bulma, you'll never get a boyfriend. You're too ugly!" the girl tauted and tossed the paper back at Bulma, who snatched it and crumpled it in her bag. The girl stalked off, and another girl knelt down. Bulma thought she was going to help her, but the girl just put her face near Bulmas' and whispered menacingly; "Bulma, just because you're rich, beautiful and clever makes you think you're better than me, than us! But, Briefs, you're just scum." The bell then rang and everyone dispersed into their class rooms. Bulma sat still and sighed, she then grabbed her bags and ran to the girls bathroom, where she flung herself into a stall and stared at the back of the door. She wanted to cry, but her pride would not allow it, she would not let those jealous bitches get the better of her. She used to have friends, but then they started to get jealous of her, and then she had nobody. Her old friends turned all the boys who had once liked her against her, and now there was no way she could get a boyfriend. It would soon be summer, and she would be the only one stuck at home with her mother and father, inventing and doing work. She wanted a loyal boyfriend, whom she could have adventures and trust. Right now, that seemed very unlikely.

It seemed even more unlikely now, Bulma sighed, she missed Yamcha and certainly didn't like any of the fellows on the ship. She hoped Yamcha decided to stay true to her, so that if she, when she, returned they could pick off where they left off. She shivered and climbed out of the cold bath, and rummaged around for some clothes. She tossed her spare clothes, although they were a tad damp still. She sat back at her desk and looked at a design she had started for a recouperation tank, that way, if anyone was seriously injured they were submersed in the tank, which had water that had nutrients and healing qualities, a formula she had been experiment with. It was all to do with currents of pure oxygen and Rucand-jin blood. She acquired a lot of materials, most of which she had got warriors to bring to her, inexchange for telling them their exact power levels and which parts of their bodies were lacking in strength so they could focus their training on that. She started construction for the tank pro-to type before she gave the blue prints to the warriors of lesser strength which were to build her inventions in bulk, for the warriors.

She wandered out to try and find them, so she could inquire about the modified Haec-jin armour she made. She was suprised to realised she knew where she was going, she had been on the ship for what seemed like years, but was really a matter of months, and now it was familiar. She passed a door which stood ajar, a few months ago she would have peeked in, but looking at the symbol on the door: ~V~. She knew she would get a very unpleasant suprised if she did. So, she bypassed it.