I turned back to my bed and sat down. This whole thing had me too shaken up. I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. A nice, hot bath would clear my mind.

I sank gratefully into the nice, hot water. It was time to relax, I reminded myself, meaning ^no^ thoughts of the dream. I slipped into a sort of trance, thinking.

~*~

Back on Earth, school was always an easy thing for me. I was going into the second grade, it was summer vacation now, but my teachers always gave me more advanced work. I had thrown myself into my studies heart and soul, properly motivated by my father, who wanted me to be a Scientist.

I didn't want to be one, though. I wanted to do something more with my life, to help other people. But what job would cover that? I couldn't be a warrior, that was for sure. A teacher wouldn't do, and neither would a reporter. I was thinking more along the lines of President.

I wanted to be the first female President. But that was impossible now. The only thing ^I^ could rule was the classroom, in smarts anyway. So that was what I will do. I will strive to be the best of them all, or get killed in the process! I would do all my work and more, and get the news on the others. I would also rule over anyone who wanted to challenge me, they would be in for it!

The plan sounded similar to taking over the world, but I would leave that to the Saiyans. . . . for now.

~*~

I stepped out of the tub. I heard some noises coming from Lela's bed. She was stirring. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my small body. I peeked outside into the room before going to get clothes. I was in the process of picking out something when a knock came at our door.

Lela shot up with a start. "What? What?" She mumbled.

"Lela, get the door!" I hissed, hiding behind my bed. I didn't want the Saiyan seeing me like this.

Lela nodded and went to the door, looking at me before opening it. A tall Saiyan was standing there impatiently.

"Get dressed. Your lessons will start in an hour, down the hall, in the room with the brown doors. Wear your uniforms, girls. They are hanging in your closet." He said, and left abruptly.

Lela and I walked over to the closet, and opened it. There were two uniforms: one red, one yellow. I grabbed the red one and Lela took the yellow. I think we each got the one we wanted.

The uniforms consisted of a skirt going almost to our knees, a long sleeved shirt with bell sleeves, and a vest to go over it. There were also knee socks, mine were black, her's white. There were no shoes. I was glad, my black boots looked good with it anyway. I liked it.

Mine had a maroon skirt, the shirt was blood red, and the vest was black. Lela's had a golden skirt, a bright yellow shirt, and a white vest. It looked good with her hair. We smiled at each other and went to do our hair.

I put mine in pigtails, braided. I had always been independant as far as clothes and hair went. My mother was proud of that fact. I did Lela's hair in a french braid. Apparently the Saiyans thought us too young for makeup, like my mother. I was disappointed, I liked fooling around with it! Lela didn't, her mother seemed to be more conservative than mine.

We were finally ready to go. With, I noted, looking at the clock between the two beds on the wall, ten minutes to spare. We dashed out of the room, and went down the hallway. We stopped in front of the brown doors. I took a deep breath, as well as Lela, and we entered.

It was much like a human classroom, with the exception of different material and globes. There were many desks, most of them occupied by scared looking children. All the girls had uniforms, and not one color was the same.

Lela and I picked our seats. We sat next to each other, in the row second from the back. We gave each other nervous smiles, fake in every way, and looked around.

There were no Saiyans present yet. I think we were ^both^ glad for that. But our luck did not last, for a tall human entered, along with King Scary and his son themselves. I glared at the Prince and he smirked back. I sort of hated how he had to be such a snob, I wanted to know more about this place. And why there was a human teacher.

"So, the little bakas got themselves ready without much struggle." King Scary observed. The room was silent. Everyone with the exception of myself seemed to be scared stiff.

"These humans are very weak, and you expect ^me^ to ^learn^ with them? Kuso! This bites. . . " Vegeta said angrily, crossing his arms. He glared at his father with contempt. His father just scowled.

"Well, if ^someone^ hadn't of 'accidentally' slipped poison in their educator's drink, you wouldn't have to!" King Scary said coldly.

So Vegeta had been lying about the guy dying a natural death. I had expected as much. I smirked and nearly laughed. I covered my mouth quickly. I didn't want to call attention to myself!

As if he read my thoughts, Vegeta looked directly at me. "What do you find so amusing, loser?" He asked, amused himself. I was gonna get it for sure!

"Nothing. I just find it quite clever to get rid of your educator that way. If I had thought of it, I would have done it myself back on Earth." I boldy stated. A lie, I would never kill my teacher. Maybe prank, but never murder.

Vegeta and his father looked shocked at my attitude. Vegeta smirked at me. "You aren't so bad, girl." He said cooly, and his father looked at him sternly. Vegeta ignored him.

"Ms. Briefs, what grade were you currently in on Earth?" King Scary asked me.

"I was going into second, sir." I answered, folding my hands on my desk innocently. "But. . . my teachers always gave me sixth grade work, I was more advanced than the others."

Vegeta smirked at his father. Then he looked at me judgingly. "You could do that work without trouble?" He asked.

"Yes, I could." I said evenly. He didn't scare me. I was kind of surprised at his attitude.

"Well, I am surprised. You are almost as smart as me." He said.

Wait a second. . . .smart as him? How old was he? "How old are you?" I asked.

"Nine." He answered, crossing his arms. He glared at me. He oviously didn't like all the questions, by the look in his eyes. Fair enough for me.

The educator seemed to be getting impatient to begin, and trying to hide it. King Scary noticed and scowled.

"I will leave you to your duties, Educator." He said,and left the room. Vegeta went to sit in a back corner, looking bored already.

"Now we will begin. I would like to start with a seating chart." He said, looking us over. Lots of the kids groaned. His eyes fell on me. "You, what is your name?" He asked.

"Bulma Briefs, sir." I answered.

He appeared happy to hear this. "Of Capsule Corporations?" He asked eagerly.

I nodded, lifting my eyebrows. Was father's business really that well-known?

"So ^you^ are his daughter. I expect you to be considerably more advanced. Along with His Highness, of course." He said, and returned back to examining his seating chart.

I looked back at Vegeta. He smirked, something he did often. I smirked back sarcastically, it was really getting annoying. He didn't look too happy about the seating chart, either.

"Okay, class, here are your seats." The teacher said, and began to read off names and point out seats.

I groaned when my name was called. Nowhere near Lela. And I had to sit next to the arrogant prince. He didn't look too happy, either. Lela shot me a scared, sad look before sitting down. I smiled reassuringly. It didn't help much.

Vegeta glared at the teacher, who was too preoccupied to notice.

"Do you have to do that all the time?" I asked, annoyed at his attitude.

He glared at me, too. "Yes, or at least when I am around bakayaros like you." He answered confidently.

I smiled, finally, someone to fight with who could challenge me. "Well, that makes sense, since you ^are^ so high above us." I sneered sarcastically.

He scowled at me. I decided to continue, I was on a mini-roll.

"^And^, if you are so special, then why did you father dump you ^here^ with Earthling-bakas like ^us^? That ^must^ tell you something." I said, and smiled innocently.

He glared at me, really, really hard. "My father did this as a last resort, and not by ^my^ leave, that is for sure. This is just a bunch of crap he arranged while busy with other things." He hissed, and I was up for the challenge.

I was going to say something witty back when the teacher called the class to order. I stuck my tounge out at Vegeta and he did the same. The teacher didn't notice.

"Well, remember your seats, and I will see you all tomorrow, bright and early at seven o' clock!" The teacher said, and dismissed us.

I slowly got up. I had hoped that it would last longer. What was I going to do all day? It was only noon, after all! I shot one last glare at Vegeta, who smirked back, and went to Lela.

"You were fighting with the Prince the whole time! Didn't you hear him talking?" She asked.

I looked at her, surprised. "Were you listening?" I asked.

"Yes, every word, as well as most of the class, ^and^ the teacher!" She exclaimed. Apparently, it was the hottest thing happening today.

I sighed in aggravation and slapped my forehead.

A thing to gossip about, me and the arrogant Prince.

~*~

Wow, that was a really long chapter! So, what did you all think? I think I pretty much kept Vegeta in character, I think! Nice reunion, huh? LOL, anyway, don't worry, you will find out about Goku soon! I just wanted to concentrate on Bulma for now. Please comment on this chapter!!! I need some *confidence*!

Tune in next time for: Bulma and Vegeta's Daily Classroom Free For All's!