"What the hell do you want?" Bulma growled, keeping her eyes shut.
"Wake up Bulma, we have to go to work in a few minutes." Chichi answered, yanking the sheets off the bed.
Bulma swore under her breath and finally roused 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 Saiyans' food was similar to the food found on earth. She sighed in relief as she found a fruit similar to an apple.
She took a bite, closing her eyes in bliss at the taste as she closed the door.
Chichi closed the door from her quarters behind her and smiled at her friend, "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.
She 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 Chi, 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 get your crap and let's go Bulma!" 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 tube 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 be a knock out first impression Maybe I can find a man for my new--
"Vegetaseii to Bulma. Vegetaseii to Bulma, are you there?" Chichi asked impatiently.
Bulma snapped out of it, "Yes, 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.
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Egplnta rose out of her seat gracefully her previous facade of innocence and goodness gone. It's hard to tell by looking at her that she's the leader. This twelve year old with long black hair, startling large brown eyes (a strange trait among 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, anxious 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 frowned, "Yeah, I'd say there's something wrong my father said there is foreigner taking over your job. Is my old man right?"
"Yes, your father is right. The very best and brightest scientist we 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."
Bulma took a step forward, "Hello." She said, smiling brightly. Silence was her only reply. Her smiled slowly disappeared and turned into a frown, "Is this translator on?" She said angrily to herself, checking the bracelet that was around her wrist.
"We can understand you perfectly" A small girl in a rebel shirt said, "We just choose not to answer." She sat down, a challenge in her eyes.
A slightly evil smirk graced Bulma's face, so that's how they want to play is it? And 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; NO ONE has EVER been able to resist it.
As her eyes scanned the room, she noticed that all of the children's eyes were on the "rebel" except for those of one boy 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."
"Great." Bulma said, "I like to 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." Bulma said, taking a deep breath.
The 'rebel' nodded, and her smirk grew, she'll NEVER win. Stupid alien.
Bulma closed her eyes for a few seconds; "Your name is Egplnta, right?"
The girl's smirk wavered only slightly and she held up a finger.
Nodding, Bulma continued, "Your father is a really important guy and he 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 wide eyes locked onto Bulma's as she held up two fingers.
Bulma's 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, my honor, and my mind." Bulma felt her heart go out to the troubled youth and she smiled warmly at her.
Egplnta spoke in normal tones so that the rest of the class could hear them, her voice full of admiration, "How did you know all of that stuff about me?"
Winking, Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, "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 and it was nice meeting you last night Bulma." 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 twelve 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 13 years old, and my parents are dead."
"Who do you live with then?"
"I live alone."
Bulma wasn't sure what to say, "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 23 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 and then spoke, "Are you mated or are you single?"
Bulma tapped her foot pensively on the desk, I guess mated for them is married for us earthlings since he said single as the opposite of 'mated'. "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 and ignored the giggling of the class, "Let's not talk about that sort of thing during class Egplnta."
The twelve-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, "Well...I don't know why not. It just isn't done."
"They want to fuck 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 get fucked by the King."
"Egplnta, don't use that word again or--" Bulma's face took on a look of absolute horror, "The King!"
Egplnta sighed dreamily, "Yeah and his guard Kakkarot."
Chichi gasped audibly, "Kakkarot!" 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 looked 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, leave now."
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 the dinner tonight?"
Bulma looked at Chichi who shrugged and then turned back to the child, "We didn't hear anything about it until just now."
"Oh." the girl said sadly, "It's just that I usually go with my father and there's never anyone there for me to talk to."
Bulma smiled at the girl reassuringly, "I promise that if I go, I'll keep you company, okay?"
Egplnta smiled, "Okay." She left the room quickly as the one-minute bell rang.
"What a sweet child." Bulma said thoughtfully, turning to the yawning Chichi.
Her friend snorted, "Yeah sure." Her pretty face wrinkled in confusion as she remembered something, "Hey! How did you guess all of that stuff about her?"
Laughing, Bulma pulled a sheet from the desk, "I came in here late last night 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 it behind her, "Yeah, right."
"I guess that explains why you were so tired this morning." Chichi said, thinking 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), ignoring 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 these Saiyans have shampoo."
Bulma grimaced as she pushed a strand of blue hair that 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 tonight with the King. Kakkarot and I will escort you there a few minutes before 1700 hours." 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 appear at dinner at 1700 hours."
Bulma frowned, "Does he?" The bastard, I wanted to kill him yesterday."
Chichi put her hair back in a bun, a few bobby pins in her mouth, "Yeah, me too."
Bulma 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; "He's just so damn HOT! I haven't seen another man quite like him."
Rolling her eyes, Bulma got out of her chair and opened the door to her quarters, "Whatever. I'm going to change for dinner." She paused slightly, "What time is it?"
Looking around, Chichi finally found a clock, "It's 1300 hours." She went to her room, "I better get dressed also; I can't have you showing me up now can I?" She joked.
Bulma's eyes shone dangerously, "Let's make this interesting, shall we?"
Chichi smiled, "Let's."
"Okay, let's place a bet. We'll see who can get more people to notice how good they look and comment on it."
Smirking, Chichi nodded, "Easy. And what happens when I win?"
Frowning, the blue haired woman continued, "IF by some strange twist of fate you win, you'll give me two of your paychecks. If I win, I'll give you only one of mine, since I should be making more money."
"You've got yourself a bet!" Chichi proclaimed. She pulled her door open and then smirked at Bulma before she closed it behind her, "Good luck Bulma; you'll need it."
"I doubt that." Bulma muttered, rolling her eyes as she entered her own room and closed the door.
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>Three and a half hours later... <
Chichi tapped her black heels impatiently on the floor, "Come on Bulma! We don't have forever you know."
The door finally opened and Bulma stepped out. Both women growled angrily as they saw what the other was wearing.
Chichi was clad in a tight purple gown that went down to the tops of her black heels. Her black hair was tied back with a purple headband with sparkly sequins, and loose on her shoulders. Her make-up was simple and consisted of a light purple eye shadow, black eyeliner, lip-gloss, and black mascara.
Bulma was wearing a short, sleeveless, form fitting red dress with a plunging neckline, and black one-inch platforms. Her long blue hair was curled and in a clip on her head with ringlets around her face. She had on shimmering eye shadow, clear mascara, no eyeliner, shimmering lip-gloss, and glitter on the tops of her breasts.
"You're going to lose." Both women growled angrily at one another.
Bulma got the door as she heard loud knocking, smirking at Chichi who was still trying to master her heels. In came Bardock with Kakkarot close behind him. Clearing his throat, Bardock offered Chichi his arm, ignoring Bulma's indignant glare, and Chichi's look of disappointment, "Let's go." He walked out of the door, not waiting for the remaining female or his son.
Kakkarot laughed a little under his breath and offered his arm to Bulma. He smirked a little as he saw a hesitant look in her eyes, "I won't eat you. Come on." He said soothingly. Bulma took his arm and let him lead her out of her room. They followed Bardock and Chichi in silence until Bulma finally spoke, "You're different from other Saiyans, I can tell. Why is that?"
"Well, I hit my head during a battle when I was younger and lost my memories for a while. I had to learn everything all over again but I never fully got back to 'normal'."
"Oh." Bulma said quietly. "Are you the King's guard?"
"How'd you know?" Kakkarot said incredulously. He continued as she shrugged noncommittally, "Yeah, I am, not as if the king really needs one. He just keeps me around as a training partner."
"Interesting." Bulma said, inwardly agreeing with the children, as she looked the Saiyan over. "So what's it like working with the King?"
"Tough." Was Kakkarot's immediate response, "But it's very rewarding." He held the door for her as the four reached a pair of high double doors; "You don't need to worry about Vegeta. Worry about his bitchy whore." He shook his head to silence her as Bardock loudly announced their presence to the King.
Anyla stopped massaging Vegeta's thigh, annoyed at the interruption, "What are they doing here Vegeta? I wanted dinner to be just you and me...alone together." She whined, tracing her finger down his muscled arm.
"Holy Cosmos Vegeta, your woman is a horny, rude little wench, isn't she?"
King Vegeta smiled wryly, "That she is father."
His father chuckled but stopped as he noticed two of the figures approaching the table, "Do you see what I see Vegeta, or have I died and gone to heaven?"
His son guffawed, "That's a stretch father, why would they let someone like you even near there?"
"Quiet brat." the older Vegeta ordered, standing, "In the absence of my son's manners, I'd like to welcome you two lovely ladies to Vegetaseii. I would have been present yesterday for your arrival but I was regretfully engaged in some business affairs."
Vegeta chuckled, but his eyes were appraising the earth women, "You were sleeping father, with a concubine if I remember correctly." His dark eyes clashed with Bulma's blue ones for a short minute until Kakkarot gently pushed her toward the table. He held her chair for her and pushed it in as she sat down. Bardock did the same for Chichi, though not as gently.
Another man walked in with his daughter, who was much shorter than he, "Good evening King Vegeta, Lord Vegeta, Lieutenant, Kakkarot."
"Lettuco." Bardock said, smiling a little.
Egplnta waved at Bulma and her teacher waved back silently, pointing to the chair beside her. Before the child could sit, Anyla sat there, smiling innocently at Bulma. Egplnta scowled and sat across from Bulma (on the other side of Chichi, who's sitting next to Bardock) Bulma frowned a little but quickly recovered as she realized that everyone's attention was on her, "Why, how nice it is to see you again Anyla!"
Smiling, the Saiyan woman nodded, "It's nice to see you too." She paused slightly, stiffening as she noticed Chichi frowning at her, "Tell me Bulma; is it customary on earth to eat with one's slaves? Is that why your slave woman is here?"
Chichi sputtered angrily the look on her face dark enough to curdle milk until the enraged look on Bulma's face, accompanied with a discouraging shake of her head kept her from leaping from her seat and mauling the woman. "Chichi is NOT my slave, she's my teaching assistant and my friend."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Anyla said, her eyes wide, "How silly of me to assume such a thing." The red in her eyes seemed to get even redder, and she glared angrily at Chichi, who knew that Anyla wasn't sorry at all.
Lord Vegeta turned to the girls and smirked, "Just ignore her. We all do, except for Vegeta. He usually finds her VERY interesting right around bedtime."
Bardock, his son, and Lettuco simultaneously suffered from a mysterious coughing fit. Egplnta snickered, Bulma's eyes widened in surprise at the insinuation, Anyla flushed in anger, Chichi smiled gratefully at the older Vegeta who was chuckling, while the King remained expressionless, except for a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Vegeta," Anyla hissed, "Are you going to let your father say such things about me?"
"Why not? It's all true." The lord bellowed.
"Enough." Vegeta growled at his father, "I'm sure there are other things you can discuss father." He turned to Lettuco, "Are there any meetings or missions in my schedule for tomorrow?"
"No sire." Was the prompt reply.
Vegeta nodded, obviously pleased, "Good."
About forty servants came trooping in with trays on wheels full of food. Kakkarot grinned and poked Bulma in the ribs, "Hungry?"
"Starved!" Bulma admitted, her eyes gleaming.
Chichi smirked at Bulma, "Remember our bet Bulma?"
Frowning Bulma nodded, "Hai."
Bulma got the servants to give her a tiny bit of everything and Chichi did the same. The Saiyans in the room looked horrified, "Is that all you're going to eat?" Kakkarot asked incredulously.
Bulma and Chichi nodded, equally horrified by the heaping amounts of food in front of the Saiyans.
Everything tasted fine and Bulma quickly finished her food. Chichi finished shortly after, and then Egplnta. Bardock paused as he noticed the child's presence, "How was school today Egplnta?"
The child smiled ‘innocently’; "It was fun."
Her father smiled at her from around his fork; "School is about learning not about fun brat." He turned to Bulma, swallowing, "I hope you agree with me on this, miss..." He trailed off as he tried to remember if he had heard her name.
Blushing, the blue-haired female answered, "Briefs, but please call me Bulma. I have to say that I disagree with you. School is for learning how to love and have fun with what you know."
Lettuco raised his eyebrows a little, perplexed, "What do you mean by that?"
She took a deep breath, ignoring the creepy feeling she got as all eyes rested on her, "Well if a child doesn't love and enjoy something, they aren't as likely to want to understand or learn it."
"Ah, I see." Lettuco said, nodding his head, "I guess you're right."
Anyla put her utensil down, eager to get back into the spotlight, "What's it like working with such children Bulma?"
"It's fun and you learn a lot of things about them and about yourself." Bulma answered, winking at the bored Egplnta.
"I LOVE children." Anyla sighed, looking pointedly at Vegeta, who was pointedly ignoring her.
Lord Vegeta gave a predatory smile as he sensed an opening, "Don’t lie bitch, you hate children. You just LOVE the child making process."
King Vegeta was having trouble keeping a straight face, Egplnta rolled her eyes, and Bulma hid a smile behind her napkin, Chichi and Kakkarot both fought to keep smiles from their faces. Bardock started to choke as he laughed while swallowing, until Lettuco slapped him on the back, dislodging the food from his friend's throat.
"That is IT!" Anyla hissed, rising from the table, "I've had enough of your vile presence for one day Lord Vegeta." She left.
King Vegeta sighed, as the double doors slammed shut behind her, "Now look at what you’ve done father, I've got an upset female on my hands, and you know how much I detest tears."
Lord Vegeta grinned rakishly at his offspring, "You're only mad because you have no one to warm you bed for tonight lad. I'm sure if you use the charm you inherited through me, one of these two lovely ladies would gladly accompany you."
Vegeta frowned at his father, ignoring the snickers from his subjects and choking noises from Bulma, "I can't take you anywhere anymore with out you misbehaving father. Why I don't blast your withered hide into oblivion now is beyond me."
Sobering completely, the older Vegeta answered, "Now come on Vegeta, if your bitch can't take some harmless ribbing, she won't be strong enough to be Queen."
Kakkarot took a deep breath for courage and prayed to any mystical force listening that the King wouldn't become enraged at what he was about to say, "Your highness, I agree."
"As do I." Bardock stated.
"And I!" Lettuco added.
"Me too!" Egplnta piped in finally interested in what was going on around her.
Smiling fondly at his daughter, Lettuco mussed her hair, "Quiet brat."
Vegeta looked as if he was deep in thought, his eyes scanned the familiar faces of his subjects, but then rested on the foreigner, Bulma. He didn't question the impulse that said he wanted her opinion, he simply went with it. "You." He said loudly.
Bulma met his dark eyes, "Yes?"
"What do you think of all this?"
The earth woman smirked somewhat evilly, "Gee your highness, I'd tell you but I'm just another one of those dumb asses from earth like you said earlier."
Lord Vegeta masked his laughter with a cough and ignored the glare his son shot in his direction. The King finally answered, "Enough of the crap woman. I'm sure your tiny brain can handle this simple question."
"You overestimate me sire," Bulma said sarcastically, "I think Anyla is very sensitive, she might be willing to change for the better and reform her ways if you decide to keep her as Queen. She might not."
"Let's discuss something else." Vegeta stated quietly after a minute of silence. As the men talked (and Chichi struggled to keep her eyes open), Egplnta looked up from the table as Bulma got her attention, "You still feel the same way about you-know-who and you-know-who?"
The little girl's smile was deceptively innocent to the casual observer (her father), "Most definitely. And I can tell you that I'm not the only one at this table who thinks so."
"What!" Bulma exclaimed in shock.
Egplnta pointed to Chichi, who was watching Kakkarot stuff his mouth in amazement.
Interesting, Bulma thought, watching her friend for a short time. As her eyes left the eating machine that was Kakkarot and his number one fan and admirer, Chichi, the Kings' arrested them. He continued speaking to Bardock even as his eyes traced her curves appreciatively. His eyes went back to hers and the corner of his mouth slowly turned up in a smirk for a brief period, and then he turned to Lettuco, breaking their temporary connection. Bulma simultaneously blushed and shivered at the sensation looking in Vegeta's eyes produced. She recovered and chatted with Egplnta, trying desperately not to look at the King.
Finally, the King cleared his throat, an ironic smile on his face, "Well, I better try to placate Anyla."
Lord Vegeta chuckled, "Good luck lad." He left.
Lettuco rose, and gestured for his daughter to follow suit, "Good night sire." Egplnta waved and left with her father.
Before Kakkarot could reach her, the King stood next to Bulma, who stood beside her chair; "You take the other female Kakkarot. I have business matters to discuss with this one and now is as good a time as any."
"As you wish my King." Kakkarot said leaving with Chichi and his father.
Bulma raised he eyebrows at the King as he began to speak, "About your compensation, you will receive 10, 000 standard monetary units every two weeks, your assistant will get 4, 500 since she's lower, and also because she was unexpected. You both work Monday through Friday from 1100 to 1300. You have weekends free to do as you please. There are order forms in the desk if you should need anything, and there is a list of certain things you have to teach the students. What you do with the rest of the days is your call."
"Is that all you have to say to me?" Bulma asked, a little uneasy.
A sly smile appeared on the King's lips, "What did you expect me to say? That I want you and I desire you? I'd be lying, and I don't ever lie."
Bulma flushed angrily as she tried to control her temper, "If you weren't my superior I'd--"
The King's face lit with mischief, "By all means, don't let that stop you. Speak your mind."
Not one to ever look a gift horse or the King of Saiyans in the mouth, Bulma took a deep breath, "You are a cruel, insensitive, despicable, rotten, dirty, ignorant, heartless, intolerable, fucking bastard with an asshole for a mouth."
Vegeta's smirk never wavered, "Cruel and heartless are the same thing, so you are rather redundant. Is that all?"
Seething, Bulma answered, "For now at least you...prick."
He snorted, "Now that you're done I want you to listen to me VERY carefully." His visage suddenly became deadly serious, and Bulma held her breath in fear as his eyes looked into hers, "Regardless of how poorly I think of you or vice-versa, you are employed by ME. Therefore you will obey me. If you fail to follow any or all of my orders...well, let's just say bad things will definitely ensue. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Bulma said, glad that there was no waver in her voice as she spoke, "Anything else?" She asked bravely.
"That will be all." He said, a frown on his face.
Bulma spun on the 'heel' of her platform and was about to leave until the King's voice halted her, "Until tomorrow night...bitch."
Thankful that the King couldn't see the outrage on her face, Bulma stomped angrily from the King's dining room.
After about 25-45 minutes of aimless wandering, she finally found her room. By the time she entered HTRAE into the computer and stepped inside of her own room, she was feeling less homicidal and her anger was slowly disappearing.
She sat on her bed for a minute in thought, why does Vegeta make me so mad? He intentionally provokes my anger, damn him.
Bulma kicked her platforms off in the direction of the medium-sized walk-in closet, and changed into an oversized T-shirt. Yawning, she brushed her hair and put it into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She jumped into the bed and pulled the covers up calling, "Lights out." to the computer. I've NEVER met anyone who obviously disliked me as much as he does. Maybe Vegeta just hates everyone, except for those who are dumb enough and desperate enough to have sex with him. Deciding that this was the most logical answer, she turned onto her side, and closed her eyes, that explains everything. With this conclusion made, she fell into a deep sleep.
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> 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 dangerously calm, yet infuriatingly devoid of emotion tone, "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 submissively, "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 forlornly. I'm losing him. 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 blasted him to a new dimension, "Stay out of my way trash." She hissed at the horrified slave onlookers. "You" she growled at one of them, "Tell me where the science classroom is."
