~*~

By the time I was done, I had only ten minutes left. I let out a little, impatient squeal and burst outside the door. The hallways were virtually empty. Only a couple stragglers were walking. I sprinted as best as I could in my clunky black boots all the way to the classroom. I flew through the door. The teacher shook his head disdainfully. "Ms. Briefs, may I ask why you are late ^every day^?" He asked tiredly. "Or do you have an excuse?"

I sighed as I sat down. "I woke up late, sir, sorry. It...won't happen again." I said quietly, and looked out the window sadly.

Vegeta gave me a weird look, like he didn't really belive me at all. I shrugged at him and looked out the window as the teacher droned on about some famous Saiyan person who had done a blood deed and had been greatly honored. Nice, but I didn't really care.

"What have your parents told you about this, Your Majesty?" The teacher asked cautiously.

Vegeta scowled. "Everything, like I ever cared." He said sarcastically, hinting at the teacher.

The teach took the point and went on with the horrible lesson. I was practically asleep the whole time. By the time class was over I was ready to run up to the front and scream about how incredibly dull this all was.

I sprinted out of the room easily, but not before the teacher grabbed me by the back of my uniform.

"Hey! What the-" I protested. I swung around, but the teacher held me above the ground.

"Calm down, Ms. Briefs! I want to ask you a few questions." He said, and continued holding me until he got to his cluttered desk.

"What is it?! Did you really have to do that?" I asked, rubbing my neck. I saw that Vegeta was there also, looking mad. I guessed he was here for the same thing I was.

"Yes, I do. I want to talk to ^both^ of you!" The teach said.

"I suggest you get going, Semel, I am growing impatient." Vegeta warned coldly, shooting a death glare at Semel.

"Yes, of course Your Highness, but I think you might be interested in this." Semel the Teacher said.

"What does all this have to do with ^me^?" I asked angrily. Vegeta nodded in agreement.

Semel smiled to himself. At that point, I was worried. What good thing could a teacher ^possibly^ be this happy about? A scary thing, really. . . .

"Well, you see, you know all of the material already, even though you do not listen in class. On the reading test yesterday, you scored the score an adult would be expected to. And the same on Math, Science, etc." He said.

"Yes, and?" Vegeta asked, looking interested in my intelligence. I felt proud that he was interested.

"Well, therefore, your continueing this class would be inacceptable. You are off the hook." Semel said happily.

"What does that pertain to? She is far too young to have a job yet. And, kuso, tell me what ^I^ have to do with this!" Vegeta said, getting really agitated.

"Well, she will have a job. And with that, I must request your help, Your Highness, if you are interested." Semel said cautiously, no doubt scared of what Vegeta would say.

I was delighted! Finally I could ^do^ something, see stuff, everything! I was postively livid. Vegeta didn't look too thrilled. He looked at me for confrimation. I nodded my head excitedly and he sighed.

"Fine, fine. Enlighten me." He said, and crossed his arms.

~*~

I was on cloud nine, no, ^ten^, when we walked out of that classroom! I was so excited that I was bouncing on the balls of my feet anxiously.

"I cannot ^believe^ I am gonna get away with this!!" I said happily, and Vegeta just smirked, having the look of someone who has a powerful, juicy secret. "I get to be a. . . a. . . .Scientist practically!" I said, and continued to bounce off the walls.

I had been given an important job. I was to make things that we had on Earth, and didn't have here, such as capsules, and telephones, and well, lots of things! The best part was that I got to modify the 'greenhouse', which the teacher and Vegeta had called the 'nature center'. They were trying to get some animals, new plants, etc. That is where I came in. They had to see which ones would fit in the ecosystem and such, something I had always loved hearing about.

"Well, when my father hears about this, he is going to be furious, so you had better shut up." Vegeta growled.

I stopped in my tracks. "Why?" I asked quietly, crossing my arms.

"Because I did not confirm this with him before 'promoting' you! Why do you ^think^?" He snapped.

"Well, it is more my fault than yours. Let him punish me." I said, and jogged to keep up with him.

Vegeta sneered and walked faster.

I ran in front of him and stopped. He stopped when he got to me.

"You are a Prince. You can do this stuff! If your father really wants you to be King one day, he has to start trusting you now. If I am correct, I do believe that you will be crowned at sixteen. That is in seven years. Not a lot of time, really." I said, and walked fastly down to my room, slamming the door.

~*~

I was in one of the vast hallways of the palace. I didn't feel so scared this time. In fact, I felt good. Anxious, like something was going to happen. I think I was seventeen again. The thought sent chills down my back, and the feeling turned into fear again. I had been here before, I knew it!

I spun around, looking for any company. But the palace was seemingly empty. That wasn't right, there was always guards, at least! I wrapped my pale arms around myself. It was really cold. . . considering what I was wearing.

I had a deep red dress on. It reached to the floor, swirling in a silky mass at me feet, which had red stillettos on them. I had never seen such elegant clothes! That was saying a lot, my mother had always overdressed. My hair was in a fancy do on the top of my head. Some stray curls were left around my face. I got the feeling I had dressed up for a real reason.

I racked my brain, or at least my 'dream's brain'. But nothing came to me. I heard a small noise behind me, and I twirled to face that direction. No one was there! But that couldn't be. . . .one of the tapestries over a window was waving slightly.

I cautiously walked over, as not to be so obvious. I didn't want to get caught. I stopped before the tapestry, holding my breath. I counted to five, then threw the heavy velvelt aside with all the strength I could muster.

"Boo! Did you ^miss me^, Bulma? Are you happy that your life is picture perfect?! Well, you should be!!" The person yelled at me, advancing while I backed away. The person was an older version of Lela! She had on ratty, torn clothes, and she looked like she was on some heavy drugs. Maybe even suicidal!

"What are you talking about? Lela, my life ^isn't^ perfect! We are ^both^ prisoners, remember??" I asked, trying to calm the crazy girl down.

"You aren't a prisoner, you are the Queen of Vegetasei. . . why would you think such a bakayaro thing?" Someone asked behind me.

I spun around. Vegeta was standing behind me, in his usual pose, arms crossed, a dark smirk on his face.

"What? I am not. . . .I am a prisoner! I am just your ^friend^! What is happening?" I almost shrieked, shocked the point of almost hysterics. I was not a Queen! I was a prisoner, a student, a lowly human ^girl^!

I backed away from both of them until I backed right through a glass wall, and started to tumble into the dark, bottomless hole, their voices calling after me. . . .

~*~

I woke up with a start, sweat covering my shaking body, and soaking my sheets.

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So, what did you think? I thought the dream was pretty confusing! The first one seemed more realistic, but what now?? Hehe, I love doing this to you people! Anywayz, remember the things I talked about before the story. . . .I really need a pic for this story!! If you need some ideas of what to draw the pic about, then mail me about it!! Ja ne, see you all in Chapter 10! Oh my God! Double digits! O.o