-1Part of Your World

By

Bulma

Dedication: Well there are many people to think about thanking in this. Mostly is to Sanshi and Brad. I guess through this tough time in my life, and I mean it is a tough patch, they seem to make me see face to my problems instead of running away from it. I know things will never be as it once was, but at least I know that there is a future ahead of us all. This story is about what I wanted but could not have. So this is dedicated to you both and of course, to Rayne, you have given me the tools to create another story. This will seem very familiar to you as it should because we rp so damn much! Moreover, no story dedication cannot be complete without my fans!!! I want to thank you to all those who enjoy reading my stories and those who do not like it in the least bit; I want you all to know that I enjoy doing this and you are welcome whether you enjoy this art or not. Now without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own DB/Z/GT

Part of Your World

The Student

By

Bulma

Ten minuets to three read on the clock above the wipe board that was filled with examples of misspelled sentences. A young woman with aqua hair pulled into a terra-twist, a black spaghetti strap stop and matching flare jeans with black Old Navy flip flops paced back and forth from one end of the board to the other with her laser pointer. She was asking for corrections from the class in her English 101 course. Bulma Briefs was an English collage professor for Northern Illinois University (NIU).

She gazed around at the bored and tired faces of her students. It was the first week back from summer and most of her students were fresh into collage. She inwardly sighed as they kept looking at the clock, rather than at her. It was humid in her classroom as the air-conditioned was turned off, not to mention that her students seemed more or less ready to get out of the class as soon as possible on this beautifully sunny and warm Friday afternoon. "Come on guys! Focus with me here! Just 10 more minutes and then we all can leave." Bulma sweetly tried to coax her 45 students into doing what she asked. She only earned groans from her students. "Samantha, tell me what is the verb in this sentence?" Bulma asked as her pointer went to the fourth sentence down from the board.

"It's Jenny Professor." the girl sighed in annoyance. Bulma gritted her teeth. "Spoilt girl and her stupid knowledge! I'd like to see her memorize 500 names in only 3 days!" Bulma thought aggravated, as she appeared pleasantly sheepish exterior. Jenny sighed and again explained the sentence to the class. Apparently, Jenny seemed to be the only one in class that wanted to participate. Bulma sat on her desk, let Jenny explain to the class, and paid attention to the girl.

Suddenly a loud sound of a door opening and closing turned heads to see a girl with bright pink hair, jean mini-skirt and a shirt with the words "Flirt" written across the top took her seat and gathered her things. Everyone seemed to be absorbed in the funny girl. Sanshi glared at those looking at her and feeling a little self-conscious. "What are you all looking at?! Mind your own damn business!" she yelled at her fellow peers. Heads turned away from her and to the Professor. Bulma cleared her throat as she hopped off her desk and took the floor.

"So Miss. Briefs, a new record! Way to go. You have to be a little proud of yourself." Bulma laced her words with sarcasm. "Stuff it. Just be glad I showed up at all." "Sanshi, when is your birthday?" Bulma folded her arms across her chest and gazed up at the girl. Sanshi rolled her eyes. "That is none of your business and why would you to know my birthday anyway?" Sanshi leaned back in her seat and proved she did not give a damn. "So I can get you a watch so you will not be late to my class again." A smirk appeared on Sanshi's face. "Oh well you see Teach, I'm not late on accident, I'm late on purpose. I do not want to be here. So Miss. Briefs you can just go back to teaching the little monkey you are because I don't give a crap!" Sanshi coolly told the woman. Bulma never felt so insulted in all her life.

The whole class was in whispers as they looked back at Sanshi. "I said what you are looking at?!" Sanshi yelled at her peers again. Bulma took a deep sigh of breath and looked back at the clock. "Okay guys, time is up and we are done. Have your homework turned in no later than Monday. You are all free to leave." Shuffling of papers and books being shoved into backpacks as the there was the familiarity of gossip buzzing in the air. "Except you Sanshi. I would like a word with you." Bulma's eyes were dead set on the disrespectful student. Sanshi rolled her eyes and she flopped back into her seat.

As students left in a mad rush to relax on the perfect Friday afternoon, Bulma slowly walked up to the girl. , standing before her in her flip-flops as she tapped her flip-flops on the ground. "Okay Sanshi lets get one thing straight, I am the teacher. You are the student. Here are some rules I think you need to understand before you come to my class again-" "Oh yeah I'm really gonna show up next time. You know what, you are just a washed up old hag. None of my other teachers care if I show up late, so why the hell do you have the stupid high school teacher complex?!" Sanshi brutally interrupted. Bulma was not fazed in the least bit as she saw the girl in front of her trying to break her down.

"Sanshi, this is collage and you are old enough to know respect." "You haven't earned my respect. I am only taking this stupid class because it is required. I hate English and I definitely hate the teacher teaching this stupid course!" Bulma tensed but did not utter a word. "Is that why you are coming to my class late?" "Oh yeah, you damn right that is why I am not showing up!" "I see. And the work I assign, you know it pretty well don't you?" "Look what does this have to do with what we are talking about. Gods this is stupid. Look I am out of here. Just leave me alone!" Sanshi stood up and grabbed her back, rushing out of the classroom and leaving the Teacher behind.