Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DBA ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

DBA

By: Kyra Briefs

kyra_briefs@hotmail.com

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Chapter 1

"Son-kun, ChiChi-chan, wait up!"

Goku and ChiChi, who were walking peacefully together on their way to school, turned now to see one of their good friends, Bulma, running up to them.

"Oh hi, Bulma, what's up?" Goku greeted through his normal cheerful smile. "Where's Yamcha?"

"Wouldn't you know it," Bulma stammered, stopping for a breath of air, "His father needed some help with the shop. So it's going to take him to school after they finish up."

ChiChi bit her lower lip nervously. "But Bulma, his father doesn't open up shop for another 2 weeks."

Still out of breath and haunching over, her hands on her knees, Bulma glared bitterly at her friend. "What are you trying to imply, ChiChi?" she hissed.

"N . . . nothing," ChiChi sighed. "Come on, we're going to be late for school."

Nodding furiously, the three set out at a strong pace.

"Krillen! Piccolo! Tien! Chautzu! Launch!" Bulma called when the 3 had entered the building. They two groups quickly collided, becomming one large mass of hysteria.

"Hi guys!" Lauch greeted.

"Hey, you won't believe this!" Krillen announced. "I just checked the assigned classes - and were in the same one! All of us! Can you believe it?!"

"Wow, really?" Goku asked. "That's amazing! Wounder how that happened."

Bulma smirked sinisterly. "Yes, I wounder," she snickered.

"Well, come on guys, were gonna be late!" announced Tien. "Let's go!"

"Yea!" Chautzu cried, bumbling off after his best friend. The others followed noisily after.

The teacher began handing out locker numbers to the class when suddenly the door swung roughly open, almost comming off of it's hinges. Everyone's eyes immediately darted to the intruder, a student their age with flowing black hair that stood up strait, defying gravity. He wore blue jeans and a shirt with the sleeves cut off. On his hands were finger-less gloves.

"Vegita," the teacher, Mrs. Stinkass gasped. "You almost destroyed the door! And you're late!"

Vegita crossed his arms over his chest and sneered at the underly-dressed woman. "Whatever."

Mrs. Stinkass, almost to the point of exploding, growled through gritted teeth, "Please take your seat!"

Vegita gazed around at the small classroom. To his right in the front seat was a woman with short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a long-sleeved blue and white striped shirt, a jeans skirt, and a jean vest. Behind her was a boy that looked quite alike the blonde, with raven black hair and blue eyes. He wore a blue t-shirt tucked into jean pants. Behind him was a tiny boy that looked more like a mime. He wore black shorts and a white t-shirt. In the next row in the front seat was a short bald guy with holes in his head. He wore a ridiculous orange gi and kept sneaking peeks at the blonde next to him. Behind him was a green guy, a Namek, Vegita noted. He had on a purple-like gi and an old white hat and shoulder armor. Behind him was a tall guy with three hideous eyes popping out of his head. He was wearing a green gi and talking to the short mime. Next to the bald guy in the front seat was a boy with goofy-looking hair and an even goofier looking smile. His attire consisted of the same orange gi the bald kid was wearing. Behind him was an empty desk, and behind that was an odd-looking girl with frizzy hair. She wore blue jeans and a blue t-shirt. Up at the very left was a woman with black hair and eyes. She was wearing an assorted kimono, and was talking seductively to the goofy-looking guy. Behind her was a radiant blue-haired and blue-eyes girl. She was wearing jeans shorts and a tight baby blue shirt that cut off at the belly. She kept staring as the clock, looking bored. Behind her was an empty seat.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Vegita turned to see an odd boy brush past him. He had a wierd hair-cut, scars on his face, and wore the same orange gi the bald kid and the goofy-looking guy were wearing.

"You too, Yamcha?" Mrs. Stinkass demanded with a sigh of irritance.

"I-father-shop," Yamcha stammered a bit nervously.

"Yamcha, over here!" the blue-haired beauty called up, raising her hand.

"Um, yea," Yamcha said, rushing to the seat by the girl. "Hey Bulma." The two engaged in a long, welcomming kiss, and Vegita recoiled with disgust. As he took the only available seat, the one behind Bulma, Mrs. Stinkass scolded the two.

"Hey stop this now, this is not a make-out point!" she hollared.

Bulma and Yamcha stopped kissing, Bulma glaring at the teacher. She then leaned in for another kiss, but Yamcha pulled back. "No," he whispered. "Don't wanna get in trouble."

Exhasperated, Bulma sighed a groan, putting her head in her hands.

The bell rang for lunch, and poor ChiChi held tightly onto Goku for dear life as he raced to be the first in line. Within 10 minutes the large group of friends were sitting at a table. ChiChi was trying futilely to get Goku, who was occupied with a large plate of food before him, to kiss her, Krillen was bothering everyone with his women troubles, Bulma was trying desperately to get a hesitant Yamcha to make out with her right there and then, and the others were in a heated discussion.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise. Everyone looked up from what they were doing, even Goku, who still at the time had a whole pizza in his mouth, a soda in one hand, and a chicken leg in the other. Vegita stood in the middle of the cafeteria, his arm raised in the position that told he had just struck someone. Sure enough, there he was. A senior, bald, well-built, and 6 feet tall, lay before the Prince's feet. All around him were the garbage cans, it's filth spreading all over the fallen guy.

Goku, now solemn, swallowed the food currently in his mouth and set those in his hands down. A serious look on his features, he stood up.

"Goku, no!" ChiChi pleaded, pulling him back down.

"But ChiChi-"

"I don't want you to get hurt," ChiChi pleaded. "Please don't fight him!"

"But-"

"The teachers are taking care of it anyway," ChiChi said, pointing a finger at the situation while another desperately held onto Goku's strong arm. "See?"

Their teacher, Mrs. Stinkass, was scolding Vegita, who was pretty much just not paying attention. She then grabbed his arm and pulled him away, another teacher comming to assist the now unconscious senior.

"What a bully!" Launch cried.

"Hey, isn't that the Saiyan Prince?" Bulma observed. "Vegita, I think."

Goku was now smirking. "He's strong. I hope he joins the martial arts club here."

"Goku, you've got to be joking!" Krillen cried out. "I'd get creamed!"

This enveloped into a small discussion umong the group, Goku, for the first time in his life, thinking instead of eating.

To be continued…