Prince Vegeta's Unusual Search

First chapter!  Yea!  I hope you, the reader, likes this chapter, and if you want to know where the poem Chi-Chi reads comes from, I MADE IT UP!  ^-^  I guess I own that… but I do not own Dragon Ball Z!

Bulma shuddered as she and Chi-Chi walked down the high school halls.  Some attractive guy was nibbling on the side of his girlfriend’s neck, his teeth digging into the skin wistfully.  She was whimpering and sighing with pleasure, pulling him closer to her.

“Ugh, Sayians…” Bulma muttered.  She wormed their way through the crowds of people standing and talking by their lockers.

“What is it with the neck thing?” Chi-Chi asked her.  “Everywhere you go, you see some guy kissing and massaging their girl’s neck.  And it’s all in the same exact place too.  Right above your collar bone….”  Chi-Chi droned off, thinking, and was suddenly struck with an idea.  “What if they’re all vampires?!” she asked her blue-haired friend madly.

Bulma shook her head, heading into their first-period classroom.  She and Chi-Chi took a seat at the back.  “Nah.  I read it in a book in the library,” she explained, pulling several sheets of paper, her homework, and some pencils out for literature class.  Chi-Chi followed suit.  “I think the book’s called All about your Sayian Mate, or something like that.  Well anyway, that’s all part of the Sayian mating ritual.  The guy bites the girl on the neck, and if the girl doesn’t stop him, she’s his to, well, be made love to.  Usually they only do it with one partner, so no two bite marks overlap another.  It’s really, really painful for the girl when a second guy tries to bite down over the first male’s mark.  Something to do with a Sayian’s skin…”  Bulma shuddered again.  “Gosh I’d hate for some guy to bite my neck, wouldn’t you?  The stupid scar supposedly stays on the female’s neck forever.”

“I don’t know,” said Chi-Chi slowly, winking.  “I think I might like for some very masculine guy to bite my neck.  It would make him seem more like a dangerous, wild animal, would it not?”

Bulma giggled, but it soon stopped, because at that moment, Zoë entered, flocked by at least ten other girls, if not more.  Chi-Chi’s eyes shrank into slits, and she crossed her arms, looking sour.  Bulma rolled her eyes as Zoë finished telling a lame joke, and everyone laughed heartily.

Zoë made her way to a seat in the back, smiling warmly enough at Bulma, who forced a small smile back.  Chi-Chi developed a hacking cough as Zoë neared her.  Chi-Chi bent foreword from coughing so much, and under her breath, muttered loudly, “Slut!”  She coughed some more.

Zoë sneered at her, and as she past Chi-Chi from behind, she whispered into her ear, “Two-timer…”  Chi-Chi spun around in her seat angrily, her eyes lit with fury, but Zoë merely laughed smugly and took a seat next to Bulma.  Students continued to enter and settle themselves down in a seat.

“So Bulma, have you heard the good news?” Zoë asked earnestly.  A guy neither Bulma nor Chi-Chi knew sat on the other side of Zoë, staring at the attractive Sayian female intently.  Zoë ignored him.

“No Zoë, I haven’t.  But I’m sure it has something to do with you!” Bulma replied, being falsely polite.  Zoë merely smiled wide, and nodded, ignoring the sarcasm in Bulma’s voice.  Chi-Chi turned her head in the opposite direction of her best friend and enemy, pretending to be fascinated with the wall.

“See, rumor has it that Prince Vegeta has started looking for mate!” Zoë said.

“Why?” Bulma asked.

Zoë stared at her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  “Well DUH Bulma!  The royal family always mates early.  Princes at 17, Princesses at 19, you know.”  She smiled.  “It’s always been that way!”

“Is he looking here?” questioned Bulma, actually a little interested.

“Yes!”

“Why?”

Zoë shrugged.  “Probably because only upper class subjects on Vegetasei get to go here.  You have to be of 1st class blood, or you have to be an absolute genius!”  Zoë fluttered her long, beautiful eyelashes, and continued.  “Or in my case, you have to be--”

“A whore?”  Chi-Chi finished lazily, turning to face them.  Bulma struggled to keep her face strait.

“Beautiful!” Zoë hissed.  “I was accepted to this school because the principal absolutely loved my looks!”  She sneered at Chi-Chi.  “You definitely didn’t get in this school from your face…”

Chi-Chi turned red with anger, but Bulma spoke before her best friend could.  “That’s nice Zoë.  Who do you think the Prince is looking for?”

“Why, me of course!” Zoë answered.

“No surprise there,” Chi-Chi muttered so that only Bulma could hear.  Bulma silently agreed.

The bell for class rang, and everyone fell silent.  Bulma and Chi-Chi’s eyes lit up as their teacher entered.  His name was Bardock, and he was tall, dark, muscular, scarred, and handsome.  Chi-Chi loved their teacher for his looks, but Bulma liked him for his personality.

He was a retired officer who had once worked under King Vegeta’s rule, but still had some of his feisty and commanding attitude.  Bardock personality hated his job, and Bulma knew this.  He thought of literature as such a touchy-feely sensitive class.  But this was the only job open for him at the time, and he took it so his son could attend this school.

Bardock moved to the front of the classroom.  He surveyed his students, and the side of his mouth twitched in disgust, causing several people to laugh.  He smiled.

“ALL RIGHT!” he boomed.  Zoë jumped in her seat.  “I hope all of you did your homework!”  Bulma smiled even wider.  Bardock caught her eye, and paused on her for a moment.

“How are you today, Miss Briefs?” he asked her slowly, smiling out of the corner of his mouth.

“SIR, I AM JUST FINE SIR!” she yelled back, smiling even wider.  He chuckled slightly.  The students didn’t have to answer that way, but Bulma did it just because it felt appropriate.

“Ain’t that… sweet,” he said.  He glanced around at them all, and then clasped his hands behind his back.  “Listen up you measly little beings with the attention span of a nit!  I’ve got a little surprise for all of you…”  He smiled wickedly, and motioned to the open door.  Bulma looked over there, along with the rest of the class, and saw a guy about her age leaning against the doorframe.  The guy sighed, straitened himself up, and strutted to the front of the classroom.  People all around Bulma and Chi-Chi began to whisper and murmur excitedly.  The noise steadily grew.

“SILENCE!” Bardock boomed.  Everyone shut up immediately.  “Now, as you may have already noticed, honorable Prince Vegeta has been kind enough to join us today.  For…” he coughed twice, “mating reasons.”

So this was Prince Vegeta.  Not that bad of a looker either.  Bulma giggled.  He had broad shoulders, hard muscles, and set features.  Even though he was a little short… ah, who cares about that?  He’s probably just as good of a kisser as any other guy…

Bulma turned to look at Chi-Chi, who seemed very uninterested.  Chi-Chi yawned.

“Don’t you think he’s cute?” Bulma whispered to Chi-Chi.  Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow, turned her attention to the front of the class momentarily, and then back to Bulma.

“Oh yes!” she mumbled wistfully.  “That scar on his cheek makes him look devilishly sexy.  Too bad he’s too old for me…”

“I’m not talking about Bardock!” Bulma hissed.  “I’m talking about Prince Vegeta!”

“Oh.”  Chi-Chi paused for a moment, and surveyed him.  “He’s ok… but not nearly as handsome as my Bardock!”

Bulma rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to the front of the class again.

“Just ignore him ladies,” Bardock said.  “He has requested that you all act as if he doesn’t exist so he can study you as if you were going about your normal lives.  I know it’ll be just so hard for you girls, but you will concentrate on my class when I tell you to!”  He took a deep breath.  “Miss Chi-Chi!” he barked.  (A/N  I have no clue what Chi-Chi’s last name would be, so Bardock’s just going to address her by her first name.  Work with me here people…)

Chi-Chi smiled wide.  “Yes sir?”

He leaned back and sat on his desk.  “Read me your homework assignment.”

“Right sir.”  She stood up, clutching a piece of paper on which she had written her poem.  She began:

“Will you be there, when I am through?

What will it take to get to you?

Just hold me baby, and I’ll be all right.

Hold and kiss me all through the night

Until the sky turns baby blue.”

Bulma led the class into applause.  Chi-Chi’s face beamed when Bardock joined in, nodding slightly.

“Wasn’t that just precious,” Bardock said, supposedly in an annoyed manner.  However, he glanced momentarily at Chi-Chi, smiled, and gave her a small wink before turning back to the rest of the class.  She shivered, and sat back down, thoroughly pleased with his reaction.

“And class, that was an example of what type of poem?”  Several people raised their hands; Zoë’s being the first to go up.  She wanted to prove to the handsome Prince how smart she could be.  Much to her disappointment, however, Bardock pointedly ignored her.  Bulma smirked.  Another reason she liked Bardock.

“Kakarroto!” he barked.  A boy that had his head on the desk, hands underneath him, shot up immediately.

“IT’S THE SQUARE ROOT OF 64 I TELL YA!” he shouted, and looked around.  Chi-Chi giggled, and Bulma snorted.  Vegeta smirked.  Several kids laughed, but Bardock merely covered his face in shame.

“Kakarroto, boy, get out of my classroom,” Bardock mumbled.

“But Dad, I--”

“YOU WILL NEVER REFER TO ME BY THAT NAME WHILE WE ARE INSIDE SCHOOL BOUNDARIES!” Bardock shouted slamming his fist down on Kakarroto’s desk, making everyone jump, including the prince.  “YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS ‘SIR’ OR ‘COMMANDER BARDOCK’!  NOW GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!”  Kakarroto hung his head shamefully, and stood up.  It was just then that he noticed that Vegeta was in the room.

He raised an eyebrow.  “Hey, isn’t that Prince--”

“NOW, Kakarroto…” Bardock hissed.  Kakarroto nodded, and shuffled out.  He closed the door glumly behind him.

“He was pretty cute,” Chi-Chi whispered, turning back to Bulma and smiling.  Her smile quickly disappeared.  “But that was a little harsh.  You think he’d lighten up a bit on his own son…”

“I think he was just ashamed,” Bulma murmured to her.  “I mean, he wants to make good impressions with the Prince, right?  That must have been horribly embarrassing for him.”

“Do you have something to say to the rest of the class, Miss Briefs?” Bardock interrupted.

“Um… no sir, I don’t,” Bulma answered back shamefully, bowing her head.  Zoë and several of the little witches’ friends snickered.

“Then it does not deserve to be discussed in my classroom.”

“Yes sir.  I’m sorry, sir.”

Bulma felt awful.  And in front of the Prince too….

She looked up at the Prince who was leaning against the wall in a corner.  He wasn’t even looking at her.  He was staring at Zoë with something indistinguishable in his eyes.  She sighed, and turned back to Bardock.

“Well let’s hear one more poem before we pass them up,” Bardock announced.  He scanned the room.  “Mr. Holce!  Let’s hear it then.”

The rest of class went smoothly.  They took down notes on famous Sayian poetry writers.  There wasn’t that many, Bulma noticed.  But finally the bell rang, signaling the end of class.  Bulma and Chi-Chi began to pack their stuff up, while several others who had been packing up early stood up and left.

“Miss Chi-Chi, may I speak with you privately?” said Bardock as the Prince himself left the room.  Chi-Chi looked up at her teacher, and then to Bulma.  Bulma shrugged.

“Uh… sure thing, Commander Bardock,” said Chi-Chi.  Bulma looked up at Bardock, who merely smiled, and nodded, so she left.

Bulma waited by Chi-Chi’s locker for her friend until there was only one minute left to get to class.  She sighed, and headed for chemistry.

Bulma settled in her seat in Miss Lareva’s class.  Unlike literature class, she had assigned seats here, and was situated right in front of Miss Lareva’s desk too.  The young woman must not trust her or something, she figured.

Prince Vegeta wasn’t in this class, she noticed.  Oh well.  It was nice while it lasted.  Bulma couldn’t concentrate on her work that much.  Normally, Miss Lareva was an excellent teacher that held Bulma’s attention.  But Bulma just kept glancing over at the door, and then at the clock, wondering where Chi-Chi was.

“Miss your friend?” Zoë whispered from behind her.  Unfortunately, Zoë sat behind her in chemistry.  Bulma merely grunted.  “Honestly Bulma, I don’t know why you hang out with the girl.  She’s just trying to use you, you know.”  Bulma didn’t say anything as her lead broke on her paper from pressing too hard.

Bulma raised her hand abruptly.  Miss Lareva stopped her speech on Vegetasei’s most dangerous elements, and looked at her.  “Yes, Bulma?” she asked slowly.

“May I sharpen my pencil Miss Lareva?  The lead has broken.”

“Do you have another pencil?”

Bulma paused.  She did.

“No ma’am.”

“Fine then.”

She waved a hand at Bulma, who stood up, and headed for the pencil sharpener.  She violently turned the little handle, sharpening her pencil a little more than it should have been.  She was too worried about Chi-Chi to care, and wistfully looked out the little window in the door into the hallway.

Lareva stared at Bulma when her pupil continued to sharpen her poor pencil.  “Bulma…” she said after a minute.  Bulma looked up at her, and stopped turning the handle.  “I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

Bulma looked at her pencil.  The size had reduced greatly.  “Um, yea.  Sorry Miss Lareva.”

“That’s ok Bulma.  Just please, take your seat.”  Bulma sat down, Zoë snickering all the way.

“Now class, who can tell me which two components you should NEVER mix together, and if you did, would cause a giant and deadly explosion?”

Several students raised their hands, Zoë being one of them.  She smiled her prize-winning smile, her pearly teeth sparkling.

Miss Lareva smiled back.  “Yes, Zoë dear?”

“That’s an easy one Miss Lareva!  Everyone should know that you should never mix Velonn and Zowlee together.”

“You are absolutely right,” Miss Lareva replied.  “Why Zoë, you must be as smart as you are pretty!”  Bulma rolled her eyes.

“Gosh, thank you Miss Lareva!  What a nice thing to say!”

“My pleasure, dear.”

The door suddenly opened, and Bulma looked up faster than anyone else.  She smiled wide when she saw it was Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi headed to the front of the classroom, every eye on her, and looking extremely pleased and excited about something.  Bulma pondered about what it could be.

“Sorry I’m late, Miss Lareva,” Chi-Chi excused, handing her teacher a note.  Lareva opened it, reading Bardock’s excuse.  “Commander Bardock just needed me for a moment.”

She headed towards her spot at the back of the class.  As she past Bulma, Chi-Chi winked at her.  Bulma shook her head, wondering what in the world could have gotten into her best friend.

Sooooo…… the end of the first chapter.  A cliffhanger too… hehehe.  But tell me, how do you like it so far?  Is the plot line good?  Does it stink?  Kei, I’d like to say that I have made this one a K/CC story especially for you!  ;)  But anyway, to everyone else, R/R pretty pwease!