WEST CITY ACADEMY

Chapter 1: Introductions

She snuggled closer against his chest and his eyes opened up as the floral scent of her hair flooded his nostrils. His left arm hung lazily around her waist. He placed his palm on her flat abdomen. She was naked and the light pink cotton sheet covered her up to her breasts. He was also naked under the sheets.

She was warm and soft to the touch. She was delicate. So delicate that he could easily break her in one of their heated nights.

He looked around her hot pink painted room. He rolled his eyes as he remembered how much he disliked the color of her walls. The color seemed to give him a headache. But her room always smelled lovely. It smelled like her perfume. Last night, he didn't care about the color of her room, he only cared about getting to her bed.

He stared at her opened walk-in closet, which faced their bodies. The closet was as big as her bedroom. How could someone own so many pairs of shoes and so many clothes? And how could she fit it all in there anyway?

The vibrating phone under his pillow called his attention. He quickly reached for it. The last think he wanted was to wake the girl next to him. He answered without looking at who was calling.

"Vegeta?" Goku, his best friend asked.

"What?" Vegeta whispered away from her ear.

"Vegeta, where are you? I'm heading to school right now?"

"Shit! What time is it?" Vegeta raised his voice slightly

"It's a quarter to 6. Where are you?"

"Damn it, I'll tell you later. Start the drills without me."

"Okay, but you better get here fast. You can't be late on a Monday."

"I'll be there soon. Just cover for me." Vegeta said before ending the call.

He slowly removed his arm, carefully as to not awake her. He slid off the bed and reached for his clothes that lay scattered on her hot pink rug. He quickly put on his boxers and dark blue jeans. He looked around for his black shirt. Damn it! Her head was on top of his shirt.

He approached her sleeping form and slowly pulled it. He didn't breathe until his shirt was safely in his hands. He sighed as he stretched out. It was wrinkled and he cursed under his breath. He would have to go to school with the clothes he wore the previous night.

But it was his fault. He knew he shouldn't have spent the night. Now, he didn't have the time to go back home and change since he was already late to his 6:00 AM combat practice. He hoped the coach was wasting his time at the teacher's lounge drinking coffee and flirting with the French teacher like he usually does. Vegeta was Captain so he couldn't afford to be late. It would be an embarrassment.

Now, he looked for his shoes. He looked around and nothing. He got on his knees and looked under the bed. He smiled as he reached for his black leather shoes. He didn't even look for his socks. He slid his shoes on his feet and quickly tied the short laces.

"Vegeta, why are you leaving so early?" Her still sleepy voice made him stop and slowly turn around. Great…just great!

"I have practice, you know that." He found his black suit jacket draped over her the chair of her desk. He grabbed it, ready to head for the door.

"Stay, we can drive to school together." She smiled seductively as she sat up against the frame of her queen-sized bed.

Vegeta eyed her carefully taking in her beauty. Even in the morning, she was beautiful. "That's not what we had agreed on." Vegeta said as he put on his jacket.

"You're right…Then at least stay and we can shower together. Let's take advantage of the fact that we have the place all to ourselves." She grinned as she ran her fingers on her long blonde hair.

Her proposal would have convinced him any other day, especially since he didn't have to worry about bumping into her parents, but not this morning. His combat team was a responsibility he took very serious.

The passion she provoked in him would never be better than the thrill of combat. He was a fighter, a warrior of a long lost civilization. He would never allow himself to lose that part of him. It was his way of keeping his Saiyan heritage alive and ever so present in his present life as a resident of planet Earth.

Vegeta chuckled. "Coach will have my head if I'm late. Sorry, Nula." Vegeta approached her and kissed her forehead.

Nula grabbed his arm before he stepped away from her. She stood on her knees allowing the sheet to drop back on the bed, revealing her thin and delicate body. She pressed herself against his chest. She kissed his neck as her arms wrapped around his neck. "Are you sure?" Nula murmured softly against his ear.

Vegeta gently but firmly grabbed her arms and pushed her away from him. He was never rough with the girls he 'dated.' They were human after all. After some practice, he learned how to be gentle and passionate.

He gave her a scowl. "Don't make me repeat myself Nula. See ya in class." Vegeta said as turned around and exited her bedroom.

Vegeta made it outside Nula's apartment building. He felt the morning cold breeze. He glanced up to the overcast skies. Just like he liked it.

He looked around the busy city. The morning rush had already started. The café across the street already had a line that ran outside the small place. The restaurant in the corner was already opening its doors and seating customers. Cars were beginning to drive off the underground garages. People walked their dogs and began their morning walk or run. The traffic had started. He took a deep breath. He was definitely not going to fly away. It would be too risky and obvious.

He dug in his pocket and took out a capsule. He pressed the capsule's release button and threw it in the air. A black shinny motorcycle popped up.

From the balcony, Nula saw Vegeta drive off in his motorcycle. "See ya later handsome." Nula said as she closed the living room balcony. She knew her parents would arrive in a few hours from their business trip. So she rushed back to her room to get ready for school.

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Bulma combed her hair into a ponytail before walking to her desk. She stuffed her agenda, her wallet, and a binder into her black backpack. She grabbed her brown hoodie and exited her bedroom.

She closed the door behind her and stopped. She looked to her right and stared at the last door down the hall. She sighed with melancholy. Bulma checked her cell phone for the time. It read: 6:50AM. She shook her head and headed for the stairs. "After school." Bulma said to herself.

Bulma made it to the lonely and large kitchen. Bulma felt relieved to be alone in the kitchen. She didn't feel like seeing him or talking to him. She wanted to have a nice morning if it was possible.

Every appliance of the kitchen was of stainless steel. The marble countertops matched with the dark wood cabinets. On the island, in the middle of the kitchen, there was a platter of fresh cut fruit. Bulma grabbed a plate from a cabinet and served herself some fruit. She wasn't hungry but she knew she had to eat something. She walked to the refrigerator and reached for the milk. She grabbed her chocolate puffs and poured milk on a bowl.

She sat quietly on a stool as she ate her cereal and fruit. For moments she stared at fruit and looked around the kitchen. It had been so long since she lived in the five-story Capsule Corporation mansion. The kitchen was still the same though and the top two floors had stayed for the Briefs family to live. The first floor still served as the offices and the second and third floor still served as the laboratories. That much had not changed.

But what had changed was this: She had been forced to return from her school abroad. She was to start attending meetings at Capsule Corporation since she was the heir to the technological empire. Her father was in a comma, which made his business partner, Dr. Gero, the new and temporary CEO of Capsule Corp.

Gero was also her appointed legal guardian until her father woke up from his comma or until she turned 18. But she had to wait to turn 21 to take full charge of her family's company. She wished her mother were alive. She knew that with her mother's support and her knowledge of how to run the company, they would be able to do it without Gero. But her mother was not with her and her father was half dead. And to make matters worse, Gero had moved into her family's mansion. According to him, to better run the company and to watch over Dr. Briefs and over Bulma, her new adoptive daughter.

A single tear rolled down Bulma's cheek as she thought about how much pain she'd experienced when Gero called her and informed her of her father's fatal accident.

"Ready the car Nelson, I have an emergency meeting with a factory manager in an hour."

Bulma cringed at the voice of Dr. Gero. She quickly grabbed her backpack and tried to sneak away. The less he saw him the better. There was something about him that put her on edge. To put it as simple as possible, she didn't trust him.

"Right away sir." Nelson, the chauffeur answered.

"Bulma! Ready for your first day of school?" Gero said as he entered the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee for himself.

Bulma stopped and turned around. "Good morning Gero." Bulma greeted him. She looked at the way he was dressed. His dark blue business suit had become his new usual attire.

"Good morning darling." Gero looked down on the counter where Bulma was eating her breakfast. "You were leaving without finishing your food?" Gero asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Um…yeah, I…uh…have to go. I don't want to be late for my first day." Bulma smiled shyly.

Gero smiled. " Okay then, let me take you to school."

Bulma waved her hands. "Oh no it's ok really. Um…I rather drive."

"Okay, whatever you want sweetheart. Bu I do have something for you. A new model." Gero reached inside the chest pocket of his suit. His hair was white and long, too long for Bulma's liking. And that shaggy mustache! If he was the CEO of the most powerful technological powerhouse, couldn't he just get rid of it?

"Here. It's the new and improved luxury Shenron model." Gero threw a capsule toward Bulma. Bulma caught it in her hand and looked at the golden capsule.

"I remember this." Bulma whispered to herself. "My dad and I started on the design." Bulma continued.

"Yes I know. He also said that you were the one to come up with the idea of making the capsule gold. It will be distributed for sale next month. "

Bulma smiled carefree as she remembered. "Yeah I did." Bulma closed her fist. "Thanks Gero." Bulma turned around and headed for the elevator.

"Have a nice day!" Gero yelled to Bulma.

"Thanks, you too." Bulma said over her shoulder.

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Goku and Vegeta reclined on Goku's silver car. Their combat practice had just ended and they waited until their first official period started. Chichi was next to Goku. He had his arm around her shoulder. Krillin, the shortest on the group stood in front of them.

"So you mean to tell me that you slept over at Nula's place?" Goku asked his best friend.

Vegeta smirked. "Her parentals were out of town so I just…" Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. "Decided to stay in her bed after our night out." Vegeta concluded with a smirk.

"That's a first. You never spend the night with your dates." Goku nudged Vegeta's arm.

"Ugh, you're unbelievable Vegeta!" Chichi voiced her disapproval.

"It's not such a big deal. She knows our relationship is only physical." Vegeta said.

"Good for you Vegeta, at least one of us is getting some action." Krillin said half bored.

"Hey! Speak for yourself." Goku said pushing Krillin with his free hand.

"Goku!" Chichi complaint as their intimacy was being exposed.

The guys laughed as Chichi flushed with embarrassment.

"Look there Vegeta, your girlfriend just got here." Goku pointed as Nula's car entered the parking lot.

Vegeta stared straight ahead. "She's not my girlfriend and don't say that word in front of her."

Goku, Chichi, and Krillin were the ones to laugh this time while Vegeta wore an annoyed expression.

Nula climbed out of her pink car. Vegeta eyed her from head to toes. She wore a white mini skirt and a strapless yellow top. She wore white sandals and she had curled her hair. She carried a bag and a held her books in her arms. She looked hot. Vegeta wondered if she wasn't cold wearing such revealing clothes. But then again she always dressed like that. He didn't mind feasting his eyes on her physique.

Nula walked by the other cool group of West City Academy. She fluttered her fake eyelashes and winked at Vegeta as she walked. "Hey guys!" Nula greeted the group.

"Hey!" The group greeted back except for Vegeta. He smirked at her instead. And followed her with his eyes as she walked into the main building.

"Oh Vegeta, would you stop drooling, it's embarrassing." Chichi scolded him.

"Leave me alone woman. By the way, I wasn't drooling." Vegeta said as he turned his gaze back to his friends.

"Whatever." Chichi responded as she planted a kiss on Goku.

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Bulma drove to West City Academy on her usual black car. She didn't want to drive the new model Gero provided her. She felt like she would be showing off who she was and she didn't want the attention. She was having enough drama in her life as it was. Making the students of the private and expensive academy hate her was the last thing she wanted. She wanted friends not foes.

She just wanted her senior year to go as smooth as possible. Which, by the way, was beginning. It was mid September and she was thankful that it was this early in the school year. It would be an easier transition than to begin her studies at the academy later in the year.

Bulma parked. She checked her phone again for the time. It read: 7:15AM. Classes started at 7:30. She sighed and she glanced at the building that was her new school: West City Academy. It was the priciest private school of the region. Her family were the ones that had founded generations ago. But being the heiress of the biggest and most successful technological empire of the world, Bulma was sent to study abroad.

She was a gifted young woman and thrived under foreign schools. But when her father fell ill, she was forced to go back to West City and Gero enrolled her in West City Academy. That was just a few weeks ago. In the last two weeks, she moved back to West City and had settled back into her childhood home.

She had to finish high school, Gero had told her, if she wanted to start spending more time at the company. Bulma complied. Her father wouldn't have like her dropping out of school, even if she had a trust fund and was to inherit the company. And her education had never come cheap.

Claiming her family's company became her purpose. The company had to be run by a Briefs. A Briefs who was passionate and dedicated about the company. She was only one option at the moment. She had to regain control of Capsule Corp. as soon as possible. That was her father's intention. He'd told her that after her education had concluded, he would step down and allow her to take his place as CEO.

At first, she didn't like the idea. She was still young and wanted to have fun and not run a multimillionaire company. The idea scared her. But she would have done it anyways. She couldn't say no to her dad and he would have been right behind her, teaching her, guiding her, advising her in making the right decisions. But that was not the case anymore.

After her father's accident, she understood that the moment to step in as CEO had arrived. Unfortunately, the second largest shareholder was Gero and he'd replaced her father. But she was determined to fight for her birth given right.

Bulma opened her backpack and pulled out her schedule. She glanced at the classes and rubbed her temples. She still had to become familiar with the school. "Might as well get it over with." Bulma said and stepped out of her car. She pulled out her backpack and encapsulated her car. She looked forward and took a deep breath.

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"I can't believe it!" Goku said with wide eyes, as he looked straight. "Krillin, look over there!" Goku said as he grabbed Krillin's baldhead and moved his head to look at the same direction.

"What?" Krillin searched the parking lot with his eyes.

"What is it Goku?" Chichi asked. Both she and Vegeta looked at where Goku and Krillin stared.

"Is that…" Krillin asked.

"BULMA!" Goku and Krillin yelled at the same time, as they gaped at each other.

Vegeta stared at the new student with blue hair and blue eyes. She had on skinny jeans, her brown canvas sneakers matched with her sweater. He stared at her as she flung her backpack on her back, she read a piece of paper. She was a true and rare beauty. He was good at recognizing unique looking women.

He saw when she pulled her hood over her head as others around the lot stared at her. She shoved her hands inside her sweater pockets. He thought it was strange for such an attractive girl to try and hide her looks. It was customary for him to see beautiful girls use their looks to get what they wanted and to shift the attention to them. But not this one.

She smiled shyly and continued to walk towards them without noticing that either Goku or Krillin had recognized her from somewhere.

"You know her?" Vegeta asked never taking his eyes off her.

"Oh, we know her alright." Krillin exclaimed.

"Who is she?" Chichi asked. She frowned when Goku removed his arm around her and started to walk in the girl's direction.

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