"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—"
"You bitch!"
Everyone in the classroom whirled around to face the door, where the fuming Anyla stood. Chichi turned to Bulma and raised her eyebrows, clenching a fist in front of her face to show her friend that she’d knock the crap out 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.
"Yes there is! You’re trying to take Vegeta from me, you whore! You and that old fart, Lord Vegeta are in on this together! You both hate me and don’t want me to be Queen!" Anyla screeched, her red eyes giving her a frightening appearance.
The children’s mouths hung open in shock. Not a muscle moved, and all attention was on the two women. Chichi’s eyes narrowed and she spread her feet, getting into a defensive stance with her hands up.
"I can see that your paranoia is driving you at the moment, so I am going to speak loudly and slowly so that you can understand me. Take…your…insecurity…and…shove it up your ass, because I HATE VEGETA!" Bulma screamed, her blue eyes alight with anger.
Anyla’s face was a mixture of blood-lust, confusion, and then dawning realization. "Just make sure you stay away from him or the punishment will be severe." She spun on her heel and was about to leave when Bulma’s voice stopped her.
"You’re not the Queen yet, so I don’t have to listen to you. From what I gather, you’re nothing more than a well-kept, unpaid whore."
Egplnta smirked at the ‘well-kept whore’, "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 sneers on their faces.
Chichi scowled at the woman, "If you ever come near me or Bulma again with bad intentions, I swear to Kami, I will make you suffer so badly that you will beg me to kill you."
Fear briefly flitted across Anyla’s face and was then replaced with self-assurance, "Yeah right. You can’t keep your guard up forever. I have a curse. I always get what I want. If I want you or your bitchy friend dead, then that’s what’s going to happen." With that said, she winked at Bulma, and was gone; slamming the door behind her.
"I’ll be damned," Maize said, "I don’t think she likes either of you very much."
"Good observation Maize." Egplnta said, rolling her eyes, "She hates everyone except for King Vegeta. Hell, she even killed her parents to get where she is. Her father found out how evil she is and tried to get rid of her, but she killed him first, and then had her mother raped and killed. I don’t know why the King puts up with her crap."
"She must be a really good lay." Maize commented lazily. The boys nodded their heads in agreement, the girls shrugged and nodded also.
Bulma’s eyes softened as her student’s words cheered her up a little, the anger almost gone completely, "Has she always been so…so…so—"
"So bitchy." Chichi supplied, sitting behind the teacher’s desk.
Bulma nodded absently and leaned against the edge of the desk, "Yeah, that’s the word I was looking for."
"Always!"
"Definitely."
"Oh yeah."
"Since the day she was born."
"Of course."
Bulma sighed and crossed her legs in front of her, "Why am I not surprised? Okay kids, 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 home work sheet from Chichi."
Chichi opened the desk drawer and gave each student a paper as they walked by the desk. After they all sat down, she sat in Bulma’s chair and crossed her legs, jiggling her foot in the air to relieve her adrenaline, which was still high from earlier, "I wish you let me fight her Bulma."
Bulma turned to her best friend, a neutral look on her face, "You can’t fight all of my battles for me Chi. I’ve got to learn to do that for myself."
Chichi grinned at her stubbornness, "I’ll teach you sometime."
Bulma shrugged, "Sure."
The bell rang, signifying the end of class. The students grabbed their stuff and left, a few calling ‘goodbye’ to the two earth females. As the door closed behind the last one, Bulma sighed in relief and leaned all the way back on the desk until her legs dangled from one side and her head hung from the other, "Finally! Kami, I’m glad today is over." She sighed, closing her eyes.
"Here here!" Chichi said, getting out of the chair and going around her friend’s legs carefully. She walked to the door and smiled mischievously as she spoke, "Are you sure you should be doing that Bulma?" As the last syllable passed her lips the door opened.
Bulma kept her eyes shut and called, "Who’s there? It better be that ass Brocco telling me that I don’t have to go to dinner tonight. Bardock, you’re actually rather handsome, not as handsome as—" A deep chuckle interrupted her. She opened her eyes in horror, only to see an upside down Vegeta smirking at her. The mortified female squeaked and somehow flipped her legs over her head, and landed on her feet. She made a ½ attempt at a curtsey, "My King."
Vegeta made another amused noise in his throat and then was deadly serious, "Now that you and your assistant, who is standing outside by the door, are a crucial part of the staff, your attendance at dinner meetings is mandatory."
Bulma’s eyes darted to Chichi, who winked at her through the glass on the door an ignored the daggers her friend’s eyes were shooting at her. The blue-eyed female returned her attention to the King, whose tail was slowly twitching in the air behind him, "Of course My King." She said meekly, her eyes on the floor, still embarrassed from the compromising position she had been found in earlier.
Vegeta smirked, "I see you finally realize your insignificance. Your only job is to please me." He paused and a mischievous glint was in his eyes as he continued, "In any way I deem necessary." He chuckled and left, not noticing the flabbergasted look on the earthling’s face.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Where’s Anyla?" Chichi blurted, interrupting Lettuco.
The Saiyan’s eyes briefly darted to the King, who ceased his movements and frowned at the mention of his betrothed’s name, "She’s resting."
The raven-haired beauty snorted slightly, "I can’t believe her. Did Egplnta tell you about—"
"Shut the hell up Chichi!" Bulma interrupted. Her friend blushed in embarrassment as she felt all eyes in the room on her. She went back to her food, savagely stabbing it with a fork.
Kakkarot raised his eyebrows at the King in puzzlement, silently asking what was going on Vegeta shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.
Bulma cursed inwardly as she felt herself blushing, and she cleared her throat, "Lettuco, where’s Egplnta?"
The Saiyan’s eyes lit up a little at the mention of his only offspring and he 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 in amusement, "Good idea. Anyone in your present condition wouldn’t last a second in any fight. Hell, even the 10 year olds could beat you."
Lord Vegeta, who had been quiet with out 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 issue, but surely her beauty counts for something."
"Not much." was the harsh reply.
The blue-haired vixen felt anger rising in her chest as she glared at the King, "I see brains means nothing to you. Why am I not surprised? Especially since you have the lowest amount of brain mass of any person that I have ever encountered.
Bardock started to choke. Kakkarot slapped him on the back (with a little more force than necessary), "Are you okay father?"
The faintest tinge of pink could be found on the bridge of the older Saiyan’s nose, "Yeah, yeah."
Lettuco smirked, "That’s twice now Bardock."
"I know." Was the anguished reply.
Vegeta, who did not notice the near death of his Lieutenant, scowled at his science department head, "Remember that talk we had female?"
Bulma feigned nonchalance, "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. Instinctively, Bulma’s eyes went to Vegeta to gauge his reaction. The King looked as surprised to see the paranoid female as everyone else. He stood up and everyone else at the table hastened to rise with him, "Anyla, I thought you were resting."
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 it as she began to slowly eat her meal, an innocent smile on her face.
Vegeta frowned in irritation as the silence finally got on his nerves, "Somebody say something damn it!"
Kakkarot snickered, "You already know what we all want to say my King. Unless the two teachers views are different than ours…"
Chichi shook her head emphatically, "I’m with you guys."
Bulma shrugged, "I guess I am too."
Anyla paused and frowned at everyone in the room. Most of the Saiyans met her eyes, then looked away. Chichi held her gaze for a while, but finally looked elsewhere. Bulma and Vegeta met her gaze and matched her look, not looking away as she spoke in a cold voice, "You’re talking about me aren’t you." It wasn’t a question.
Vegeta scowled at her paranoia (which was justified in this case), "Don’t be ridiculous female. Vegetaseii does not rotate around you."
Anyla’s tone changed to that of a lost 8 year old, "I’m sorry Vegeta."
The King of the Saiyans ignored her apology, his voice taking on a rough edge as he remembered something, "What were you doing in the science classroom today?"
The icy tone of Vegeta’s fiancée mad Bulma shiver a little as she turned to Bulma, "You told him."
"NO!" Was the heated reply. "He must have found out from someone else."
"Liar." Anyla hissed so that only Bulma could hear her. She turned back to the expectant Vegeta, a look of innocence 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 disbelief as he looked into the female Saiyan’s eyes. He ignored the skeptical looks he was getting from all around and turned his gaze to Bulma, "Is this true?"
"Yes." Bulma lied through her teeth, trying not to reveal the truth through her eyes as she looked at the King. Ignoring Chichi’s gasp and the suspicious 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. It’s okay as long as we can be friends forever." She said aloud.
"I think I’m going to be sick." Lord Vegeta said in a mock whisper, making gagging noises. Bardock and Kakkarot nodded in agreement. Lettuco excused himself and left, while Chichi closed her eyes and turned her head.
Anyla ignored all these things as she hugged the human tighter than necessary, hiding a smirk as she felt Bulma’s heart rate increase as the earthling realized that her oxygen supply was being cut off, "Don’t try to play games with me human. I’ll always win." She whispered, smiling mischievously. She finally let her go and sat back in her seat normally.
Bulma fought to control her breathing as she turned to the King, "With your permission, Your Highness, I’d like to retire for the night."
Vegeta’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked from the ‘innocent’ smile on Anyla’s face to Bulma’s flushed face. What the hell is going on here? He finally nodded in approval, "You may go. But tomorrow morning at 0700 hours, you and your assistant report to this room."
Nodding absently, Bulma gestured for Chichi to go with her. She smiled and waved 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 on wench." He growled. "Kakkarot. Training session tomorrow at 0900 hours."
His guard stood and bowed to his ruler, "As you wish my King."
