Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neighborhood Romances ❯ First Day of 10th Grade ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Hello! This is the second chapter of this story. This chapter, it's everyone's first day of 10th grade and Vegeta's not enjoying it one bit! Plz review!!! Plz review!!! Plz review!!! As always, enjoy!

*VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THIS INFO SO YOU WON'T BE CONFUSED*

Mondays/Wednesdays

1A - Language Arts (9 to 10:30)

2A - Geometry (10: 35 to 12:00)

Lunch (12:05 to 1:00)

3A - Science (1:05 to 2:30)

4A - Library (2:35 to 4:00)

Tuesdays/Thursdays

1B - French 2 (9 to 10:30)

2B - Technology (10:35 to 12:00)

Lunch (12:05 to 1:00)

3B - Social Studies (1:05 to 2:30)

4B - P.E. (2:35 to 4:00)

Fridays

The classes are

1C - (Same schedule as A days and B days. See seat order to see who's in what class first on Friday)

2C -

Lunch

3C -

4C - Social Time (don't ask)

9 or 10 ppl start either in Art, Creative Writing, or Driver's Ed. Then, they rotate in order. Therefore:

1C --> 2C-->3C --> Social Time

Art--> C.W.--> D. Ed--> Social Time

C.W.--> D. Ed--> Art Social Time

D. Ed--> Art--> C.W.--> Social Time

See under person's name to see which class they take 1C.

*Every 1A group has every other class with each other for every other A and B class except for the C classes. They also sat the same way in every class except the C classes, P.E (of course!), and Library. They are going to sit in a different order sometimes but this is like their order so (shrug). I know I'm making a big deal with this school thing but this story really is more about what they do outside of school, I'm just giving you a little taste of what happens on the usual day of school so…

This is the seat order:

Columns/Rows

1 2 3 4 5

1 Dominic Faye Blink Manga Meiyakou

Art Art (Ben G) (May) C.W.

Dri. Ed

2 Gem Coby Yamcha Bulma Vegeta

Dri. Ed Art C.W. Dri. Ed C.W.

3 Jade Saria Matthew Amy Nicholas

C.W. Art (Matt) (Mikoto) (Spade)

4 Mike Goku Chi Chi Marina Nina

Art (Kakkarot) Dri. Ed Art C.W.

C.W.

5 Seventeen Terra Kathy Tina April

Dri. Ed (Tetris) (Messa) (Spitshine) Dri. Ed

Art C.W. Dri. Ed

6 Seth Bret Salem Krillin Eighteen

C.W. Dri. Ed Art C.W. Dri. Ed

*Blink from Newsies, Spitshine wanted him in there (Frankly, I'm not surprised!).*

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First Day Of 10th Grade

Monday…

1A…

"Goku! Stop spitting those freaking spitballs at me! It's gross!" Bulma threw a pencil at him. Goku started laughing. "Goku, that is not funny! You know better than that!" Chi Chi lectured him like she was his mother.

"Sorry Chi," he kissed her on the cheek. They sat in the 4th row, in the 2nd and 3rd seats *(there was an order of seats on a sheet of paper on the door for them to sit in)*. Bulma sat in the 2nd row, in the 4th seat; an empty seat on the right of her.

Yamcha sat right by Bulma on the other side. Krillin and 18 were in the last row (6th row) in the last seats, the 4th and 5th. "Hey, Bulma, nice outfit," Yamcha, the boy who had a crush on her since they met, said.

"Why, thank you. That's very sweet," she smiled and blushed. "Why thank you. That's very sweet," 18 mocked and acted like she was gagging. "I know what you mean; I heard he's nothing but a player," April, the girl who sat in front of 18, spoke lowly.

"I'm April, by the way, and that's Tina AKA 'Madame Spitshine'," she pointed to the girl next to her. "Well, I think he's the cutest boy I've ever seen! I wish he'd flirt with me," Tina, the girl that was better known as Spitshine (this is not my character but a newsies writer friend of mine that goes to my school who wanted to be in one of my stories) that sat in the 5th row by April, sighed dreamily.

"He's Krillin; I'm 18." "Is that all you girls talk about? Is men?" Krillin asked, tired of hearing about boys. "What else is there to talk about?" Spitshine asked. "Well, there's that cute girl I saw in the hallway-" he noticed the glare coming from 18.

"I mean, um…the teacher?" Krillin laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "What 'cute girl?' I'll kill her!" 18 growled. "I was just kidding, he he. You know I only have eyes for you," Krillin sucked up. "Hmpf. You better," she muttered. Spit and April giggled.

Then, the bell rang for school to begin. "Ok class. Settle down. My name is Mr. Moore," he wrote it on the whiteboard. "I will be your language arts teacher. Now, let's see who's here," he picked up his role book and flipped to class 1A.

"Ok. I'm going down each row in order. Dominic?" "Here," he said. "Faye?" "Here." He went on down the line and got to Yamcha. "Yamcha?" "Here," "Bulma?" "I'm here," "Vegeta?" No answer. "Vegeta? You here?" he looked around. "Well, I guess not," he was about to check him absent until the door slammed open.

There stood a very unhappy Prince. He was wearing a biker jacket, a black tank (you know, I shirt without sleeves! Don't get any wrong ideas!), and black jeans. He wore a biker glove on his left hand. "Uh…hello. Who might you be?" the teacher walked up to him.

Vegeta showed the teacher his royal necklace. "Prince Vegeta…Oh, you're Vegeta! I was just about to mark you absent. Sit down by her there," he pointed to the seat next to Bulma. Vegeta stomped over and sat down, taking his backpack off and sitting down by him on the floor.

"He is SO hot!" Spitshine gasped. "Yeah, and he's a prince too!" April added. "Hey, Goku. He has a tail. Isn't he a saiyan like you?" Chi Chi asked. "Yeah, I think he's the Prince of us."

"He's pretty cute; I'm sure all the girls are talking about him right now," Chi Chi said. Goku frowned. "You think he looks better than me?" he gave a little baby face.

"Of, course not! You're the best looking guy I've ever seen!" she pinched his cheek. "Spit, what are you writing?" Krillin asked. "A note." She said, still writing. "Why? He isn't that cute," 18 informed crossing her arms and resting her feet on her desk.

"Excuse me but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I don't know why you're even bothering to try, Spitface. I'll be his future mate before you know it. Isn't that right, Marina?"

Nina AKA snobby bitch, who sat in front of April, said. "Yeah, Nina, nobody looks better than us," her snobby best friend, Marina, that sat by her agreed. Frankly, they'd be a lot prettier if their attitudes were better.

"Why don't you two sluts shut up?" Amy AKA Mikoto, who, unfortunately, sat in front of Marina, said. "Yeah! He wouldn't want you two anyway," Chi and Mikoto did a high-five. "Why you ugly, unworthy of even talking to us, girls! I should throw you both in the dog pound!"

"You be quiet; you and your friend are the only dogs in here! Isn't that right…uh," "Right! The name's Amy but people call me Mikoto, nice to meet ya!" the shook hands. "I'm Chi Chi."

"We're not dogs, you and your 'friend' over there is!" "Nina, if you raised your nose any higher, it would hit the ceiling!" 18 jumped in. Chi Chi and the girls started laughing. "Good one, 18!" "Excuse me, I'd like to finish." The teacher said.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Moore," Spit apologized. Surprisingly, Vegeta, Bulma, and Yamcha didn't have anything to say; Vegeta was too busy moping, and Bulma and Yamcha were too busy flirting. Goku was dead sleep.

"Look at Bulma flirting with 'him'. He's such a dweeb; I can't stand him!" Chi Chi elbowed Goku. "Huh? What? Oh, that's nice Chi Chi," Goku went back to sleep. Chi Chi sighed, 'He's so absent minded…but I love him.'

"Bulma," Chi Chi whispered. "What?" Bulma looked back at her. Chi Chi gave her that death glare. Bulma knew exactly what it was for but turned around and ignored her anyway. 'Argh! She's so naïve!'

After the teacher got through calling role, he passed out the Language Art books. "Ok, turn to page 123." Everyone flipped to the page. Vegeta was barely paying attention, still mad about having to go to school and about moving to a new neighborhood, instead of living in a castle where a Prince was suppose to be.

Bulma watched him doodle on a sheet of paper. 'He has great handwriting. I can't believe I'm sitting by a Prince of the strongest race in the universe.' 'Maybe I should say hi,' she considered.

'Why is she looking at that monkey?' Yamcha thought to himself. 'What is she staring at? Hasn't she ever seen a male before?!' Vegeta angrily thought, secretly watching her observe him. 'Stupid humans; can't keep their nose out of other's business!'

"Hi, I'm Bulma," Bulma greeted. Vegeta slowly turned to her with a glare plastered on his face; he was giving her that 'What do YOU want?!' look. Bulma frowned. "Is there a reason for you disturbing me?" "I was just trying to be nice! Gosh!"

"Excuse, me. Do you have something you want to share with the class, Ms. Briefs?" the teacher asked, looking up from his book. "Uh…n-no sir," she felt her cheeks turn red as the whole class stared at her.

"Good, now back to the lesson," the teacher went back. "Look, I do not feel like talking to you or any other of you humans, now or ever, so leave me alo-" Vegeta was interrupted by a boy tapping him on the back.

Vegeta turned around and glared. "What?" he handed him a note. He turned back around and read the front of the folded note.

'To: Vegeta

From: Tina AKA Madame Spitshine (the blonde girl in the 5th row, 4th seat)

Vegeta turned around. Spit winked and blew him a kiss. Vegeta looked at her like she was crazy, then turned back around, opened the note, and read the rest of the note:

Hi, Vegeta! I just wanted to let you know I think you're soooooooo sexy! So, if you ever want someone to talk to or flirt with or make out with (especially!), I'm here! Bye, sweet thang!

Spitshine

P.S.

My number is 354-3427 if you ever want to call me! Please do!

Vegeta glanced back one more time, trying to figure out what the deal was with human, shook his head and tossed the note in his backpack to throw away later. "See, I told you. Now, I'm going to bag him up myself; watch and learn" Nina tapped Spade, who sat in front of her and behind Vegeta.

He turned around and his eyes bulged at her 'beauty' "Be a dear and tap Vegeta for me," she batted her eyes. "Anything for you, baby," he tapped Vegeta in the back again.

Vegeta turned around again, very mad. "The sexy one behind me wants ya," Spade moved his head to reveal Nina. "Hi Vegeta," she said just high enough for Vegeta to hear and waved. "What?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll want to go out with me since I'm the best looking one in here so-" Without even hearing her out, Vegeta turned back around and acted like she wasn't even there. Spit, April, 18, Chi Chi, and Mikoto started laughing.

"Excuse me ladies," Mr. Moore cleared his throat. "You all shut up! I'll get him soon enough," she licked her lips. "Sorry Mr. Moore," they said together. "What's going on?" Bulma asked him.

"Nothing important. Now shut up and pay attention," Bulma fumed at his response. She spun around to Chi Chi. "Chi Chi," "Huh?" Chi Chi looked away from staring at her 'love.'

"What Bulma?" "That Vegeta is so mean! I can't stand him!" she whispered. "Yeah, he does have a bit of an attitude, but he is cute," "Ms. Briefs, please turn around," the teacher was getting impatient.

"Oops, sorry," "Yeah, yeah, that's all I've heard," he mumbled. "Is that guy doing something Bulma? I can take care of him," Yamcha, 'bravely, stated. "No, that's ok. Thanks anyway," she leaned on her desk land looked at him with dreamy eyes; he looked back at her with the same look on his face (gag!).

Vegeta hmpfed, after hearing Yamcha. 'That human wish he could! Dumb slut would believe anything he said!'

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2A…

"Hello children!" Ms. Burgenstein (again, don't ask) chirped. She had a very high-pitched, echoing, annoying voice. "My name is Ms. Burgenstein! I am going to be teaching you all geometry! Yay!"

"Just to let you know a little bit about me, I like to read little kids nice and happy stories, like to sing nice and happy songs, like to watch nice and happy TV shows, and do other nice and happy things like teach all you wonderful little children how to count! Now, who in here knows how to multiply?"

"Do you?" Vegeta snorted. People around him started snickering. "Did you say something, deary?" Ms. Burgenstine asked Vegeta. "Nothing important, Ms. Duncenstein,"

"Nothing you say isn't important, and it's Burgenstine, dear. Can you say that? Bur-gen-stien," she slurred. "I can say it, now out of my face," others held back from laughing at Vegeta's wise cracks.

'He isn't that funny,' Yamcha thought. 'I think I'll ask Bulma to go out with me tomorrow since I'm 'busy' tonight. She'll never know that I'm going to ask Marina to go with me,' Yamcha smiled wickedly.

"Sure, deary! Now, what's 2 x 2? Anybody?" 18 raised her hand. "Yes?" "5?" everybody started laughing. "Oh, dear! There's so much to teach you all; it's not your fault you're stupid! We have to work fast!" she ran and got 1st grade books.

"Ok, since you all obviously don't know much, we'll start with adding and subtracting," she passed out all the books. "Now, turn to page five. A five looks like this," she drew it on the board.

"This is going to be an easy grade, eh?" she said to Vegeta. "Whatever," he muttered. "Ugh!" she was getting mad again. 'Bastard!'

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At lunch…

"Hey Bulma, 18, Krillin!" Chi Chi and Goku came and sat down at the table. "Hey guys, you forgot me," Yamcha 'reminded' them. "Oh, hi," Chi Chi said in a bored tone.

"So where's the talk of the day at? I don't see him around," 17 glanced around the schoolyard for a spiky head. The students would get their food in the cafeteria, then went outside to the tables and ate.

The tables were long and had, at least, 20 chairs at each. Bulma and co. sat in the table on one end by themselves. "You mean Vegeta? He left school; I saw him leave a few minutes ago," Bulma said, biting into her cheeseburger.

"He left?! Won't he get in trouble?!" Spitshine panicked. "Look, here he comes," Krillin spotted a motorcycle drive up in to the school parking lot across the street.

"Please! He'll never get pass Mr. What's His Name," Yamcha couldn't remember the principal's name. "He rides a motorcycle! Isn't that cool?" Spit looked at Vegeta with googly eyes.

"Not that any of YOU will get to ride on it with him," Nina said as her and Marina sat down at the table. "Hey Nina," 17 winked. She ignored him and continued. "I bet he'll even give me his jacket one day," she rose her nose up with pride.

"Yeah, when hell freezes over," April laughed. "Look, the principal spotted him!" Goku pointed. "Exactly, where were you, young man?" Principal Bailey asked sternly.

Vegeta held up his bag containing his 5 plates of Chicken Teriyaki he had gotten from the Chinese restaurant down the street. "And who exactly, gave you permission, exactly, to leave, exactly?"

"No one, exactly, now leave me alone, exactly," Vegeta mocked and walked right by him without looking back. A gasp was heard from the entire yard. "Whoa…" a boy said from the first table.

Most hadn't been going to the school till that year but Principal Bailey had a reputation that everyone knew about. The principal was shocked that he couldn't even speak; no one had ever done that!

Girls whistled as Vegeta went to sit down. "Hey sexy!" one yelled. "Nice ass!" another one said. Vegeta was ready to die, tired of being in contact with civilization.

Vegeta, not paying attention, sat down at any old table, which, unfortunately for him, was the same table as the Z members; 5 seats down from Krillin. He took off his jacket and started on his food.

"Wow! He's so demanding and powerful! (Sigh) I'm going to marry him someday," Spit couldn't get enough of him. "Who would want to marry that jack-ass?" Bulma hmpfed. "You," Chi Chi giggled.

"What?! I do not!" Bulma defended. "Yes you do! Admit it; you like him!" April said. "I do not! You both are crazy!" Bulma tried her best not to blush. Vegeta wasn't hearing any of this since he was too busy complaining.

'Dumb humans. Why do I, the Prince of ALL Saiyans, have to live with a bunch of humans?! I wish Vegeta-sei would have never blown up!' he thought, already half way through his 2nd plate.

"I'm going to go talk to him!" Spit said excitedly and got up. She straightened out her skirt and trotted over, and sat down right in front of Vegeta. "Hi," she sounded all giddy.

Vegeta looked up from his food and raised an eyebrow. 'Oh no. Don't tell me I sat by…' he looked over to see the Z gang and co. 'Kuso!' "So, what you eating?" "Food," he answered sarcastically.

Spit gave one of those 'you're so funny' laughs. "That's rich! You should be a comedian!" When she saw the look Vegeta was giving her, she decided to go back to the drawing board. "I'll see ya in 3A," she left to go tell what happened.

"What happened, Spit?" Bulma asked. "He barely talked and I bet he thinks I'm crazy…but who cares?! He talked to me, ahh! He is sooo sexy and has a sexy voice and jacket and sexy hair and glove and-" "Ok, ok!" they shouted.

"I bet I could get him to talk," Nina got up. She walked over to him seductively and sat down right by him. "Hello Vegeta," she said in a sexy (Well, that's what she thought!) voice.

'I can't believe this bull. Every time I come near these females, they're hitting on me!' "What do you want?" he asked, impatiently. "I just wanted to talk. That's a nice motorcycle you have; maybe we could ride on it sometime?"

She rubbed up and down his arm. "I don't think so," Vegeta took her hand off his arm. "You know, I've always wanted a biker jacket," she tugged on his. "No problem. Go down the street and buy one," he pulled his jacket sleeve from her grasp.

"Oh, come on! You know you want me," she moved closer. "I think not, slut. Now get away," he tossed his 4th plate in the trash (I mean a trash can, not Nina) and went to his last.

"Argh!" she got up and stomped back over to her seat, where they were laughing. "Oh, shut up!"

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3A…

"Welcome; my name is Mr. Malstone (Again, don't ask). I'll be your science teacher. Does anyone have a question before we begin?" Goku raised his hand. "Yes?"

"What are those things in the jars back there on the shelf?" Mr. Malstone looked to the back of the room "Oh, those? Their just the carcasses of dead animals that have been dissected."

"Ewww!" Nina stuck her tongue out. "That's sick! You collect those things?!" Bulma asked, horrified. "Yes. That's what scientist do. You've never dissected anything?"

"Yes, I have. My father and I are both scientist and make a lot of inventions but we don't save carcasses and put them on our wall! At least I don't…" "Are we going to rip animals apart in here?" Vegeta asked, suddenly missing the feeling of killing.

"Yes, later on in the year after we do the science projects." "You're so violent," Bulma said to Vegeta. "And you're ugly but there's some things you can't help," There he goes with the insults again!

"Ass!" "Ms. Briefs, please watch your language," the teacher said nicely. "Sorry," "So, I guess you're going to keep those dead animals back there, no matter how much we throw up?" Chi Chi looked back at them and started feeling sick.

"Yes, I guess I'll just have to bring paper bags for you all," "Ooo, isn't the teacher cute?" Spit whispered to April. "Spit, you think all males are cute," "That's not true! I would never date my father," April slapped her forehead. 'She's hopeless!'

4A…

"Now, I am Ms. Phillip, the librarian. This block is not for you to associate or run off at the mouth or anything like that! It is so you can study and do homework. If you do not have anything to do, read a book! But do not talk and if you decide to disobey me anyway, talk low! Do I make myself clear?" a few heads nodded.

"Good." She went back to alphabetizing the whole library. "Crazy woman," Just then, his cell phone rung. He pulled it out his pocket and pressed talk. "What?" Vegeta wasn't too good at greeting people.

"Woman?" "Who's he talking to?" Bulma asked Chi Chi. "I don't know," "I am not calling you mom! Especially after this!" "Shhh!" The librarian shooshed him. "He's talking to his mother?!" Chi Chi said loudly in a low voice.

"Yeah, I guess. Listen," "I hate you," he said and hung up. Then, he went to the games on his phone and started playing snake. "Wow, he doesn't even like his mother," Goku whispered.

"Yeah, I told you all he was mean and hateful," Bulma said with that 'I'm right' tone. "Kuso, I lost!" he cursed, starting over. The librarian stomped over to him. "Watch your mouth! And what is that in your hand? You KNOW cell phones are not allowed!"

"So?" she gave Vegeta a very angry look. "Fine!" he put it back in his pocket. "Good," she walked away. When she was gone, Vegeta opened up his backpack and pulled out a lap top computer.

He opened it and started it up. "That's a nice computer you've got there, Vegeta," little miss thang sat down by him. "I know," he went to the Internet. "You know, I have a site that has gorgeous pictures of me posing in clothes like lingerie for instance. It's a private site only for worthy people so you're invited to look."

"What's the address?" 'Yes!' Nina thought. "It's www.sexynina.com and the password is Queen (not a real site)." 'Like I'll be when we get married!' "Fine. I'll remind myself not to go," he turned back to his comp.

Nina, mad now, got up and said in a loud voice. "You know, you're throwing away the best girl you'll ever meet!" "That's too bad. Besides, I want a woman, not a kid."

There was that stupid 'ooooing' in the background. She stomped away. "That's the way to tell her, babe!" Spit cheered. Vegeta rolled his eyes and went back to his game.

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After school…

"Meet you at the store Bulma!" Chi Chi waved bye. "Meet you there!" "Peace, guys!" Krillin and 18 sped off. "Bye, Vegeta," Spit winked at Vegeta as he passed by her car and drove away.

Vegeta walked down the lot to get to his motorcycle; guess who was on it! "What are you doing on my motorcycle?!" Vegeta didn't look happy. Nina got off and felt the leather seat with her hand.

"Oh, just testing to see how it felt. You wouldn't want me to be uncomfortable on the ride back to my place, now would you?" "Oh, you won't have to worry about being uncomfortable," Vegeta said as he got on the bike and put his helmet on.

"Oh really? Why is that?" "Because," He started his bike up. "You aren't going to be riding on it," he sped off, his wheel throwing dust all over Nina. "Arghhh! Look at me; I'm a mess!" Marina ran over and started trying to dust her off.

"What are you talking about, Nina? You're always a mess," Bulma laughed and drove away. "Bitch!" Nina screamed at the top of her lungs.

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Chi Chi and the gang had all stopped to get some things before they got home so Vegeta had gotten back to his place first. (Slam!) "Vegeta must be home," his mother sighed, not feeling like dealing wit her son just then.

Vegeta walked through the kitchen to get to his room. "How was school?" she asked nicely. Vegeta stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Do you really want to know? Did the conversation on the phone not get through too clearly?!"

"Do not raise your voice at me! And yes, I would like to know!" she sat down, waiting for his answer. "Well, besides the teachers and the seats and the humans, especially the million females who kept whistling at me and telling what a nice ass I have as I walked down the hallway, and that stupid whore, Nina, who won't leave me alone, and the ditz, 'Spitshine' and that crazy slut that sits by me, I had a wonderful day, 'mother!'"

Vegeta seemed VERY mad! "Didn't enjoy it, did you?" "Not one bit! But it's not like you care! You're not the one who has to be with them every single day!" he slammed his backpack down on the table.

"So about these girls. You like any of them? Come on, you like somebody!" she poked him. "No! Do you not get it?! I hate the whole damn race!" "Would you stop yelling?! I CAN hear you, you brat! And stop cussing! I swear you get that from you father!"

"So?" "So- Look, just take your sorry behind upstairs! Don't you have homework or something?" "No!" "Well, then go play one of those machines up there! We didn't buy you an arcade for nothing, you know! Now go so I can start dinner!"

"I hate you," he sneered, getting his backpack. "Love you too, bye," Vegeta glared and stomped up to his room. His mother shook her head and sighed. "That boy needs to work on his people skills."

Ok! That was the second chapter! Next chapter, Vegeta find out that the people at school he can't stand are living right in his neighborhood! It won't be pretty! Plz review!!! Plz review!!! Plz review!!! Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks