"Reverie"
By Setsunna 

Chapter Five 

            After, Vegeta nearly blew the house down after I came home, or what I call home right now... I was surprised he even cared. Anyway, Vegeta decided I should go to Trunks' and Gotens' school so I don't do that again. As if I would. Anyhow, I have to go today. I hate school.
      "Naliah, you need to get up," Bulma said, lightly rapping on my door.
      "Do I have to?" I whined, turning away from the door.
      "Yes, you do, now GET UP!" she yelled, almost blowing the door down.
      "Okay okay okay okay," I said and got up. Good thing this school doesn't have uniforms, I thought and found a pair of clothing. I was wearing a navy blue t-shirt that said 'I lie to boys' with a pair of those shiny blue pants. My shoes were sandals with a blue rubber slide, and the top was clear, and I had on dark purple socks. Heh, I like this outfit, I thought and searched my now cluttered dresser, and I found them, my favorite pair of sunglasses. They were small oval metal, and were light purple. I'm stylin' now! I thought. 
      Now for this hair; what am I going to do? Looking in the mirror. I smiled, and did my hair. I put it up in a bun, with two curly strands framing each side of my face. Bbbbbeautiful, I thought and blew a kiss to myself. "Okay, everyone will like you," I said while I hid my tail and walked downstairs. Trunks was waiting for me.
      "Uh, hi," he said, just looking at me.
      "Hi, are you ready?" I asked while standing in front of him. He merely nodded. "Okay, let's go!" I said. "Bye Bulma, bye Veggie-chan!" I said as we went out the door. I heard a 'HEY!' from you-know-who. I smiled; the sunlight felt good.
      When we got to the school, lots of people were looking at me and Trunks. I raised a eyebrow. "We have to get you signed in, kay?" he said while he dragged me to the office.
      "You new?" the lady at the desk asked, quite rudely I might add.
      "Ya," I said snobbish-like.
      "Okay, sign here," she ordered and thrust a paper and pen in my face. I signed it and gave it back.
      "Here," she said, giving me a piece of paper. "This is your schedule and locker combo and number," she said.
      Naw, really? I asked in my head and sneered at her, but walked out after Trunks. A couple of guys came up to Trunks and me.
      "Who's the hottie, Trunks?" the one with green hair asked, looking at me.
      "Ya, who, and where did ya get her?" the one with brown hair asked, smiling. Trunks rolled his eyes.
      "Her name is Naliah" he said and smirked, for some reason unknown to me.
      "Hey! Trunks!" I heard Goten yell.
      "Oh, HEY! Over here," he yelled back. The two boys had left; I shrugged. 
      Goten came over. "Hi, Naliah," he said brightly.
      "Hey," I said and looked at him through my sunglasses.
      "Looks like you're popular already," he said, smiling even wider.
      "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Me? Popular? I thought.
      "I heard the guys say you're hot and they couldn't wait to talk to ya," Goten said, still smiling.
      "GOTEN!" Trunks yelled.
      "What?" he asked, still smiling.
      "And you don't?" I asked Goten.
      "Uh," and he drew a blank face.
      "You're cute," I said, kissing him on the cheek. He got all big-eyed and a idiot grin spread across his face. He is cute, I thought and went off to find my locker.
      Hhhhhmmmmmm, there's locker 265, mine's 279, ah ha! I found it! I thought and ran to my locker. "Okay, locker combo, 27 15 32," I whispered to myself. 
      "Hey, you!" a girl yelled, coming toward me. I rolled my eyes. "You better stay away from Trunks, ya hear? Cause he's mine," she said, pointing to herself.
      "Really? Did you brand him or something?" I asked, leaning against my locker. She glared at me.
      "No!" she yelled, getting closer.
      "Oh, then you must have tagged him," I said, smirking at her as she got madder.
      "Slut," she said.
      I frowned. "What?" I asked angrily.
      "Oh, look, I got the slut mad," she said. I lowered my head and glared at her through my bangs. "Oh, no! I'm afraid," she said sarcastically.
      "You better be," I said as I got closer. Her face hardened and she was getting ready to punch me. I smirked evilly.
      "What are you smiling about?" she said, smirking. "I'd be crying if I were you," she said, and punched me, as simple as that. 
      I let her, my head went back slightly. I looked her square in the eye, and lowered my head. I pulled back my arm, the girl gasped, and whoosh! Almost, I thought, but of course Trunks had caught my hand. 
      "Naliah! Don't do that," he said, and turned toward the girl. "Are you all right, Sanchi?" he asked. 
      The girl nodded. "Thank you," she said, smiling at him. 

      In science class, my teacher, Ms.Wolf, had us write down answers for the math questions. It was really weird; okay, she asked five plus one, three plus three, two plus four, one plus five, four plus two, and kept on asking that, so it all added up to six, all of them. Then she said to say six as fast as you can, so I did, then she said to see what was the vegetable that came to mind. I said carrot, like the rest of my class; well, fourteen said carrot and four said something other than that.
      Can you believe that? Out of over one hundred and fifty vegetables, most said carrot. I'll have to ask Vegeta that! 

      "Naliah!" said the kid behind me on the bus. Bulma made me ride the bus because flying wasn't 'normal'.
      "What?" I asked, mad at him for breaking my train of thought.
      "It's your stop," he said slowly. 
      "Oh!" I said and hopped off the bus. HAHAHAHA, I'm gonna ask Vegeta! I thought as I walked through the front door, and there was Vegeta.
      "So? What happened?" he asked, frowning.
      "What do you mean?" I asked, playing innocent.
      "Trunks already told me," he said, glaring at me.
      "How does he get here so fast?" I asked.
      "He gets a ride from Kakkarot's eldest brat," Vegeta said, his frown deepening.
      "Oh, well, that's not fair!" I protested
      "Nothing's fair," he said. "Now tell me what happened! NOW!" he yelled.
      "Fine, jeez, don't get your panties in a twist," I said. "Okay, a girl named Sanchi walked up and said something about me not taking Trunks, and that he was her man, or something about that," I said, looking at Vegeta.
      "And...?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
      "And what?" I asked, turning my palms right side up.
      "Don't lie to me," he said, glaring at me.
      "Okay, then she punched me, and I was going to punch her back but Trunks stopped me, okay? Happy now?!" I yelled at him, stomping up stairs. Jeez, can't a girl at least keep some kind of respect here? Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna kill Trunks! I thought and redirected myself toward his room, and banged on it loudly. He opened.
      "Yessss, oh," he said, mouth open. I glared at him, then I punched him in the nose. "OW! What was that for?!" he yelled from behind his hand.
      "For stopping me, and this is for narking on me!" I said and kneed him in the gut.
      "AAAAWWWWWWW, thaat HURT!" he said, doubling over.
      "And this," I said and elbowed him in the back, and he fell to the floor, "for even being born!" I yelled and started to leave, but turned back and said, "Nika ticky nika andi kapswa! Nika seahpot mesika konaway!" I don't know why I said that, but I did, then I turned and left. 

      Later that day, when I was going down to dinner, I was late, Before I got there I heard Trunks ask his father something. "Dad?" he asked slowly.
      "What?" he answered harshly.
      "What does 'Nika tricky nika andi kapswa. Nika seahpot mesika konaway' mean?" he asked. I peeked around the corner, and Vegeta was just staring at Trunks open-mouthed. He knew it was me who said it, no doubt; you wanna know how I know that? Because he noticed me and was looking at me with a very shocked look on his face.
      "Was it that bad?" Trunks asked. Vegeta didn't answer
      "Um, well..." I asked, looking at the ground.
      "How could you say that?" he said lightly, still in shock I guess.
      "I, uh, was mad, ya, at, uh, Trunks," I half-heartedly gave an excuse.
      "Mad? What gives you the right to say that?!" Vegeta angrily asked.
      "What did she say?!" Bulma pleaded.
      "I'm sorry!" I yelled.
      "You better be!" he yelled.
      "What did she say?!" Bulma asked again.
      "God, you don't have to get hysterical!" I yelled.
      "Oh, really? Well, maybe I'd--"
      "WHAT DID SHE SAY?!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta turned toward her.
      "You don't want to know," he said angrily.
      "Yes, I do!" Bulma growled.
      Vegeta looked at her. "She said she hated us and she wished she was home," Vegeta said, eying Bulma. 
      Bulma sighed. "Is that all? I thought it was something serious," she said, sighing again.
      "What do you mean, IS THAT ALL?! That sure seems like a lot to me!" Vegeta yelled.
      "Vegeta, women say that when they're mad, so they can get the message across. We don't actually mean it!" Bulma laughed.
      "Huh?" Vegeta looked at her, clueless.
      "You dumb Saiyan, you'd think you were acting like Goku, all clueless like that," Bulma said, smiling and patting on Vegeta's shoulder. Vegeta just looked at me, not even acknowledging that Bulma had said something else.
      "So, you didn't mean it?" he asked.
      "No, I didn't mean it, okay?" I said, smiling. Now that that's cleared up... "Oh, Vegeta, can I test you?" I asked, fluttering my eyes.
      "On what?" He looked at me.
      "Oh, it's for science," I said, smiling.
      "Uh, okay," he said, turning toward me.
      "Okay, just answer these," I said. "Two plus four."
      "Six."
      "Five plus one."
      "Six."
      "Three plus three."
      "Six."
      "Five plus one."
      "Six."
      "Three plus three."
      "Six."
      "Four plus two."
      "Six."
      "One plus five."
      "Six."
      "Okay, now say six as fast as you can," I said.
      "Sixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsixsix--"
      "Okay, now what is the vegetable that comes to mind" I asked.
      "Kakkarot," he said. "And what's the point of this?"
      "Kakkarot is not a vegetable!" I yelled, hands on my hips. Saiyans these days! I thought, mentally shaking my head.
      "So! Well, then... carrots!" he said. I smiled.
      "Okay, now we're getting somewhere!" I said, smiling.
      "Okay, what is the point of this?" he asked, now on his feet.
      "Hey! I, uh, have to go do my homework!" I said, pointing at the stairs, and fled up them.