Title: What Once Was Lost
Author: Killarri
E-mail: killarri@yahoo.com
Rating: R (For language and lemon later)
Summary: When the last three surviving members of the
Saiyan race come to Earth, what
will happen when they go to high school?
A B/V high school fic with a huge twist.
Warnings: This is an AU!!!! Vegeta is going to be OOC so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ! So don’t sue because you
will get nothing! I’m a college
student; I’m broke all the time.
What Once Was Lost
Chapter Six: The Web Starts
to Unravel
Bulma sighed walking through the packed hallways. Ever since she beat Yamcha up three weeks
ago, the other students hesitated to be around her. They acted as if she had the plague or something. She wasn’t the first to get fed up with a
guy and kick the shit out of them and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. Scowling, the blue-haired beauty walked up
to her unbelievably small locker and had it open within seconds. She quickly gathered the books she would
need for weekend homework assignments and shut her locker. Turning to go, she was met with the smiling
visages of her best friends.
“Hey you two!” She exclaimed while rooting through her
purse for her favorite sunglasses.
Finally finding them, she slipped them on top of her head and
smiled. “So, what’s up?”
“We’re going to the café with the guys for a while? You want to come?” 18 questioned. Sensing
her friend’s hesitation, she smiled and added, “Vegeta will be there.”
Bulma smiled and blushed lightly. Both of her friends noticed her obvious
crush on the surly teenager. Thank Kami
that he hadn’t. Glancing at her watch,
Bulma shrugged. “Why not.” She mumbled
and the three of them headed outside.
Pushing the door open, Bulma said, “I can’t stay long though. I have somewhere to be at 4:30.”
18 nodded in understanding. Bulma had meetings and things like that sometimes to help out her
overworked father. “I was thinking that
we could all go to the club tonight.”
The blonde remarked as the three of them crossed the street.
“Oooh! That
sounds fun!” Chi Chi squealed.
“What time does your thing get over with Bulma?”
The teenage woman bit her lip in thought. “About 8:00 or 8:30.” Her friend wouldn’t be happy to cut their
session short, but if she begged enough, he would cave. The blue-haired woman chuckled lightly. He always had a soft spot for her, but if
asked he would deny it.
“So let’s all meet at Bulma’s at 9:30.” 18 said as they walked into the small
café. Kakarott, Krillin, and Vegeta
were already seated in a circular booth in the back doing what else but
eating. The blonde sighed in exasperation
as the three women made their way to the booth and slipped in. It wasn’t as if they’d been starved all day
or anything. At least Krillin and
Vegeta were neat when they ate, unlike Kakarott who got food all over himself,
the table, and those next to him, usually Chi Chi. Throwing a disgusted look at Kakarott, she sat next her
boyfriend. Saiyans and their appetites,
she thought in amusement.
Bulma slid into the booth between Chi Chi and 18 while
nervously checking her watch. It was
4:15 now, so if she wanted to make it on time she would have to leave
soon. She already would be late if she
drove there.
“Krillin,” 18 started stealing a few fries from her
boyfriend’s overloaded plate, “We want to go to the club tonight.”
The short man shrugged, “Sounds good to me.” Turning to his two friends, he questioned,
“How about you guys?”
The other two Saiyans answered without pausing in their
eating, Kakarott by way of a nod and Vegeta a shrug. Turning back to his girlfriend, Krillin smiled and leaned forward
to place a light kiss on her forehead.
Bulma smiled and checked her watch again. She sighed discovering it was already five
minutes later than last time. She
really wanted to hang out with her friends, but she couldn’t bail out on her
friend. Oh well, she thought crabbing
her purse and backpack, it’s not like I won’t see them tonight. “Sorry guys,” she said standing from her
seat, “I have a meeting to go to.”
“Nine-thirty, Bulma.” 18 drawled.
Bulma rolled her eyes.
It was a true statement, though.
She could never get anywhere on time.
“I’ll be ready on time.” Bulma
smiled and unconsciously tucked a stray strand of aqua hair behind her ear when
her gaze met Vegeta’s. “See you guys
later!” She turned and practically ran
from the café.
I’m
late, I’m late, her mind chanted as she ran out the door. (AN: Sounds like Alice in Wonderland, huh?) Cursing
the lack of time, she realized that her car had to be left at school. There wasn’t enough time to take it. Once she was a few blocks away, she glanced
around. The streets were pretty
deserted. Odd, for the time of day but
Bulma shrugged it off as her body lifted into the air.
Bulma
flew as fast as she could towards the woodland place. Her mentor always met her in the woods. Bulma snorted in amusement.
Of course, he would be at home there.
She checked her watch again and scowled. She should’ve just gone home instead of going to the café with
her friends, but she couldn’t help it.
She never had any friends until 18 came along in sixth grade. When Krillin and 18 started dating in eighth
grade her friend count increased to two.
But now she had three new friends too.
And for the first time in her life, Bulma felt happy. As long as they didn’t find out what she
was, she would have friends.
Bulma
shook herself out of her thoughts as the familiar landscape came into
view. Setting herself down on a rolling
green hill, a gruff voice called out from behind her, “You’re late!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kakarott smiled and settled back in his chair. They were finally done eating. This place had really good food way better
than that school cafeteria crap. He
glanced over at his mate to find her deeply in conversation with 18. She is so beautiful, he thought watching her
chat excitedly with the other girl about clothes or something. He couldn’t remember her being this happy,
even on Vegetasei. And to be honest
with himself, he was happier on Earth too.
“Kakarott, I need to have a word with you.” The softly spoken voice at his side made him
jumped startled out of his thoughts. He
nodded blankly and followed Vegeta out of the café and around the corner. Wow, the tall sayian thought in amusement,
usually if he wants to know something he asks me when we’re sparring. He smiled.
It had to be something pretty big, and he had a feeling what it was.
He waited patiently while Vegeta opened and closed his
mouth several times until he finally blurted out, “How good of friends are you
with the woman?”
Kakarott slipped into retarded mode, on purpose this
time, and cluelessly asked, “What woman?”
Internally he was laughing at the prince. It was too much fun to see the normally stoic prince unnerved.
Vegeta rolled his eyes.
“The Woman, you idiot.”
Kakarott smirked, “You mean Bulma?”
“Yes! I mean
Bulma!” Vegeta cried out in exasperation.
He was known for many things his impatience being one of them. And Kakarott was certainly grating on his
nerves.
“Why?” Kakarott
asked smiling. “You like her?”
“Is it that obvious?”
Kakarott shook his head.
“No, not to everyone.” Winking
at his friend, he replied cheerfully, “Don’t worry, 18 and Chi Chi both told me
that she likes you.”
“Really?” There
was no mistaking the hope in Vegeta’s voice and Kakarott’s grin grew wider.
“Yeah,” he replied, “she told them so herself. They wanted me to see if you did.”
Walking back to the café, Kakarott asked, “Do you want to
spar before we go out tonight?”
Vegeta thought the request over for a moment before
shaking his head. “No, I’m going to go
mediate for a while.”
“Ok. See you
later.” Kakarott turned and walked back
into the café. Sitting at the table, he
grinned running through the conversation again. His mate threw him a curious glance to which he asked, “What?”
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing.” He
said simply relived when she merely shrugged and turned back to 18. With Vegeta, anything they talked about was
private, and the prince would be pissed if he told any of that to their
friends. Yup, he decided chuckling softly, Vegeta’s got it bad.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
His dark ebony gaze swept the street. Since no one was around, he lifted off into
the air and headed south to the uninhabited island that he found. Vegeta was a very reclusive person by nature
and often needed solitude away from other people. It was a good place to train, or meditate, or hunt. He, like all saiyans, instinctually loved to
hunt, and would hunt frequently when frustrated. The particular island he found offered several species of large
game, one of the many reasons he chose it.
As he flew over the deep blue ocean, his mind wandered
over the conversation with Kakarott.
Bulma liked him? The Saiyan
Prince smirked in satisfaction. He
would have to make a move soon then.
Maybe at the club tonight. Even
if she wasn’t a Saiyan, she was still amazing.
Beautiful, smart, and strong
willed she was everything that he wanted.
Well, I’m not going to lose this one too, he thought with
determination. Definitely, tonight.
His flight stopped in midair as his enhanced senses
picked up on a familiar ki, a lot higher than it should be. “What the hell?” He asked aloud, turning in midair to the east. It was Bulma, but how in the hell was it so
high? He landed some distance away from
the spot her ki was emanating, and suppressed his ki. Pushing his way through tree branches and thick underbrush, he slowly
made his way toward her.
The
dense forest gave out to clearing where Bulma stood in defensive stance, her
clothes dirty and torn in a few places.
She was breathing heavily and glaring at her green skinned companion. He wore a white turban and cape over a
purple fighting gi and he was also on guard as he stood off against his
opponent. Vegeta made sure to keep
unseen and lowered his ki as he navigated to a point where he could hear their
conversation.
“Come on, Piccolo!”
Bulma huffed. “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he replied sarcastically. “How about for you to take your training
seriously and be on time for once?”
The blue haired woman rolled her eyes at her
teacher. “I’m sorry, Piccolo. I was just with my friends and lost track of
time. It won’t happen again.”
The one she called Piccolo snorted. “Yeah, right. You couldn’t be on time to save your life.”
Vegeta snickered silently behind the trees. That woman was late everywhere she
went. He listened intently to the
conversation amused when he heard the woman growl.
“Are we going to spar before I’m middle aged?” She teased, attempting to rile up her stoic
teacher. He grinned exposing his sharp
white teeth.
The green skinned man flew at her unexpectedly aiming at
her head but didn’t connect as she passed out of view. Reappearing behind him, she landed a blow to
his exposed ribs. He grit his teeth
turning to meet his student and quickly let a small ki ball lose, not enough to
injure but enough to throw her off guard.
She stumbled back, slightly off balance, and the teacher took advantage
of the opportunity, raining blows down on her, keeping her off balance. Some she managed to avoid or block but most
penetrated inflicting a little damage.
Using the only escape route possible, Bulma quickly took
to the air. She floated with her arms
outstretched at the side and began gathering her ki. Her aqua hair whipped around wildly as the bright blue of her ki
engulfed her delicate hands. Pulling
her arms from her sides, she cupped them in front of her and yelled, “Blue
fire!” The blast she released was
powerful enough to decimate a small planet, and Vegeta watched in absolute awe
as it sailed towards her opponent. The
green skinned man deflected the blast and it sailed harmlessly through the air.
Bulma lowered herself to the ground panting heavily. Once she caught her breath, she smiled at
her teacher. “See? I’m getting better.”
He simply grunted in reply. Bulma glanced at her watch and was shocked when she realized it
was almost eight. “Um, Piccolo?” She asked sheepishly. “Can we call it a night? I’m going out with my friends tonight.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at
her. “We’ve only been out here for a few
hours.” He pointed out gruffly.
Bulma stuck her lower lip out into a pout, “Please?”
He sighed. Damn
her. “Oh fine, but next time we’re
going to work twice as hard. Got it?”
She smirked. “I
wouldn’t have it any other way.” She
quickly gathered her things and turned to leave. “See you later!” She
called before taking off in the direction of Capsule Corporation. Piccolo stared after her retreating form
shaking his head for a moment before taking to the air in the opposite
direction.
Vegeta emerged from the trees thoughtful. This was an interesting development. Bulma trained, which in and of itself wasn’t
a big surprise. He knew she trained from
the day she kicked Yamcha’s sorry behind.
What was a surprise, however, was that she knew of ki, knew how to control
it and use it. She was worthy, he
decided taking to the air. Tonight, he
would make his move. Smiling, the
Saiyan Prince sped up anxious to get home.
He still had to get ready for his evening.
AN: I tried writing this chapter several times, and I didn’t like any
of them. In the end, this is the version I settled on, but I’m still not too
happy with it. Maybe I’ll revise it
again later. Anyway to recap: Bulma trains with Piccolo, Vegeta saw that,
they like each other, and Vegeta’s going to make his move at the club. So what’ll happen when the teenagers have a
night out at the night club?
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