Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Low trash meet High class ❯ I hate my life ( Chapter 3 )

Low trash meet high class

*Geeshzz people you want me to make a third class saiyan strong and solve every damn problem and… I will.

I found a way and hope you like it but it wont appear in this chapter so if you want to give more advice PLEASE DO!

*I'll never own DBZ got that!

Bulma was glaring at her reflection in the mirror she had on a blue dress so everybody can see that she was one of the slaves there. 18 wasn't happy either she hated that she was falling for that high classed midget and now he's going to see her in the this dress it wasn't ugly but it would be obvious that she was a third class.

`I hate my life, I hate being here and I especially hate being third class! `: 18 yelled trying to minimize her temper by cursing but it didn't help much.

Bulma who didn't even hear 18`s ranting was looking at her cheek it was blue from Astria (I cant believe I'm so weak in my village I was one of the strongest but they where al just third class saiyans). Bulma hated her life even more then 18 even tough she was struggling with almost the same problems. She didn't know what was going on with her but she knew she hated Vegita for treating her that way but what the hell was that other feeling she didn't know but she also didn't want to find out.

She had no answer for her first problem but she did have a solution for her second one the problem of her weakness. She was going to start the plan after the Ball.

The Ball begins…

Bulma was standing on the side of the big Ballroom she had to wait until everybody was inside and then she just waited until somebody asked her to do something she looked at the overly dressed elite and first class saiyans walking in.Bulma saw them looking at her in disgust she ignored them or took a step closer to them the females then jumped back like she was a carrying a virus and the men just looked at her like they always did like she was a pees of meat. Bulma felled nothing about it no high class bitch or ass hole could make her feel low but that wasn't true she would find out because a man came inside that could make her feel weak but also make her feel powerful. She had felt this when they kissed and when he walked in with his royal cape and colors on a shiver ran through her body but it was spoiled by the trash that was hanging on his arm.

Bulma ignored the gnawing feeling in her stomach to smash her fist in the bitch her face but just looked at them with not an emotion or her face.

Vegita had came to pick up his date even tough he would have rather gone alone then go with this woman she irritated him to no end. But he couldn't come alone because what his father had said a million times `everything is wrong when you're the prince of Vegitasei` that also meant coming without a date.

Vegita had seen her the minute that he walked into the Ballroom his thoughts had been on her from the day that he had slapped her across the room. He saw her looking at him he saw her looking at him with an expression on her face that he couldn't read but that turned into an emotionless face after a few seconds. Vegita concentrated on his entrance and didn't look her way until he reached his throne next to his father. His head turned without thinking back to the slave and watched as those blue eyes scanned over the people except over him (Stupid wench she isn't even worth my thoughts!)

Bulma felt his eyes on her and she had to smirk (I knew you liked it princy but he isn't even worth my thoughts!)

They both snorted and looked the other way. And as they did this, the music started and Vegita had to open the Ball with a dance to the pleasure of Astria. As they walked to the middle of the Ball room Bulma had to look she just couldn't help it she had never danced before and had never seen people do it either (Those moves there so smooth and graceful never expected that drug-addict to know how to be graceful)

Bulma swayed her hips with the music and that got the attention from a guard named Vidyee he walked over to Bulma and said in a soft voice: ` I would ask you to dance if I could dance at all`

Bulma turned around to see a saiyan obviously third class with short black spikes except for one the fell between his eyes.

Bulma smirked at him: ` That would be funny two third class saiyans trying to dance…I can almost see the faces of disgust from these high classed asses`

Then Bulma extended her arm and introduced herself`: Hay I'm Bulma and who might you be? `

He smiled and took her hand` My name is Vidyee`

Nice to meet you Vidyee `: suddenly Bulma was pulled by her arm to a corner and when she had a good look who had done this 18 stood there with a nervous expression on her face.

Bulma laid her hand on 18 shoulder hoping to calm her nerves: ` What's wrong 18? `

`B I know you wont like this and I have tried to stop it but I've bonded with a royal guard`: 18 said seeing Bulma`s stone face trying to figure out what was going on in her friends mind.

Bulma was shocked (doesn't she know that that can never work, its probably a one way bond…how can she have been so stupid)

18 looked at Bulma who was still silent`: Uh B say something. Go and yell for god sake, but do something`.

Bulma was angry and whispered: ` if you're on the titanic you don't stop to yell at the iceberg.

Then Bulma left not saying anything hoping that 18 would snap out of her elusions by her words .She hadn't meant to be so harsh but she was just so concerned about her best friend.

And if things could be any worse Astria showed up`: hey slave! Get me and prince Vegita something to drink while I'm going to powder my nose, and don't pull any tricks`

Bulma nodded and growled: ` No powder is going to cover up that you're an ugly bitch` Astria didn't hear her and left to the bathroom.

Bulma walked over to the table to get the drinks when an arm stopped her Bulma turned around and looked at the handsome man she had met earlier today

`Are you ok Bulma I saw your face fell there like a ton of bricks` Vidyee asked with a concerned frown.

`Oh its nothing I have to get Vegita his drinks now`? : Bulma said passing him by

Vegita? Did she just call our prince by his first name`? :Vidyee said, puzzled by this strange but attractive creature.

Bulma had to balance her tray with drinks avoid the drunk saiyans and resist the strong glare from Vegita and when she finally got there without spilling anything she was only confronted by the King:` Well well I heard of discoloration but your just extraordinary` :he said while Bulma just tried to keep her mouth shut because she felt the King`s eyes on her body and she was getting pretty pissed of by it .But Vegita seemed to see Bulma`s anger flare up so he interrupted the King`s exploring by calling Bulma over and taking his drink ,he had probably saved her life because she had had almost busted out into a cussing fit directed to the King.

Ok this was a crappy chapter but if you liked it please tell then the next chapter will be faster ifff you review !!!