Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Pleasures of High School ❯ Chapter Three - The First Day of School - Part One, Freshmen Algebra ( Chapter 3 )
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By: crazyhelga 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey there! It's me! I'm alive! Haha...I finally got around to writing another chapter. I
know, I'm a lazy ass. I just don't seem to have the right motivation, but now that I'm in
creative writing again, I can write more! It's not a lot, I know. And I know I said that I
would update Aishiteru and A New Kind Of Love, but oh well. Anyway ... this is the
next chapter, and be expecting more soon! Later!
Stacers - crazyhelga
*----* Bulma's thoughts
**----** Vegeta's thoughts
Disclaimer - I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters, but I do own this story, and I do
own Peter, Sky, Aurora, and whoever else I decide to make up...okay! Oh, but I wish
that I could own Vegeta ... he's so hot!!!!!
The First Day of School - Part One, Freshmen Algebra
Vegeta went up to his new room and disrobed. He hopped into the shower to rid
himself of the smell from not bathing for a whole week while he was in the space pod. **I
wonder if there are any worthy sparring partners on this world.** Vegeta questioned to
himself. He then smirked a devilish smirk, and remembered that there was another
Saiya-jin who was sent to this planet to purge it. He was actually sent to almost the exact
quadrants of where Vegeta was now residing.
"Now let's see, what was his name?" Then it suddenly popped into the Prince's
mind. "That's right. His name is Kakarot. A third level Saiya-jin, but that doesn't matter
now. All that matters is that he should suffice in my training needs." Vegeta quickly dried
off by flaring his ki, put on his boxers, and hopped into bed. He then slipped off into a
dreamless slumber.
Vegeta woke the next morning to the sound of Sala's mother telling him that he
was going to be late and that breakfast was being served. Vegeta begrudgingly pulled his
tired body out of his bed, and picked out some clothes that Sky bought for him the
previous night. He pulled on the dark blue pair of jeans over his black boxers, put on the
white wife-beater, and slipped on some long white socks. He looked himself over in the
mirror, and to his amazement, he didn't look half that bad. **Well, it's not exactly what I
was expecting, but hell, what do I care what I look like.** He walked out of the room,
being careful to close the door behind him.
Vegeta got downstairs to find quite an arrangement of food placed before him. To
his delight, Sala had informed her mother of Vegeta's gigantic appetite. His eyes slightly
bulged at the amount of food on the table. He hadn't had such a feast before him since he
left Vegeta-sai. Sky looked upon him smiling.
"It's all for you dear Prince Vegeta. Enjoy!" She replied happily. Vegeta simply
nodded and sat down. "Eat up!" At those two words, Vegeta devoured everything on the
table except the bones with a grace only the Prince could carry. He nodded his thanks and
rushed out to Aurora's light blue Camaro, where she was patiently awaiting with Peter.
She flashed Vegeta a dazzling smile before speeding off towards the school. Vegeta
decided to relax and enjoy what time he had to himself while he could. He had been to
school on Vegeta-sai, and he knew that it wasn't all fun and games.
"So, Vegeta you excited about your very first day at school?" Peter questioned,
trying to get some conversation out of Vegeta. Vegeta glanced at him for a brief second,
giving him a weird look.
"I've been to school before you half-wit!" Vegeta barked in an annoying tone.
Peter blushed slightly at his obvious stupidity, and mumbled an apology. They arrived in
the school parking lot shortly after, in complete silence. Peter reached into his pocket and
grabbed the schedule the school had given to him to give to Vegeta.
"Okay, here's your schedule Vegeta. You and I only have one class together, but
that will give you the chance to get to know some new people." Vegeta nodded and
slipped the piece of paper into his pocket.
Vegeta walked into the gigantic school and found his locker. He opened it up and
threw his books inside. He still had 25 minutes 'till the warning bell gang, so he went to
the breakfast line and got a Fruit Punch POWERaid. The Prince then strolled back to his
locker and sat down next to it, taking a swing of the red drink. This is gonna be one hell
of a day. Vegeta thought to himself. He pulled his schedule out of his pocket and looked
at it. **Algebra ay? I'm gonna be bored out of my skull! I already know Trig, and they
put me in fucking Algebra I! Oh well, at least I'll ace it.** BUZZ. The warning bell
shook Vegeta out of his thoughts, and he got up and grabbed his stuff, slamming the
locker shut. He arrived in the class just as the tardy bell rang, and took a seat in the back
corner so he wouldn't be called on. Bulma looked up at the new guy that walked in.
*Damn! So, Orange Star does have some babe worthy guys here.* She thought to herself
as the black haired stud sat down next to her.
"Hey, you must be new here. My name's Bulma. What's yours?" The blue hair
girl stated with a smile.
"What's it to ya, onna?" Vegeta replied icily.
"Damn, I was just trying to be nice, but if you wanna be an ass about it, then fuck
you too!" Vegeta simply smirked. **This one's feisty. No on has ever had the balls
enough to talk to me like that. I'll be sure to watch this onna closely.**
"I'd watch what you say to me onna, because I just might take you up on your
offer." He whispered huskily into her ear. Bulma began to blush profusely, and turned to
look at the one person who dared talk to the heiress of a billion dollar fortune like that.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on this planet, and one more thing,"
the girl leaned into Vegeta's ear, "THE NAME'S BULMA NOT ONNA!" Vegeta held
his head in fear that if he let go, his head would explode. The blue haired beauty turned
around in a huff, her cheeks turning bright red from screaming. *The nerve of that prick!
How dare he say that to me! He obviously doesn't know who I am, or who my father is!
Oh, but he's so hot! Ugh! Shut up, Bulma!* The guy's an ass! Bulma thought about the
subject at hand, and decided to give the kid a break. He didn't know who she was, and
most importantly, he was hot.
"I'll make you a deal. If you let me show you around town and tell me your name,
I'll treat you to any restaurant in town, and buy you anything that you want. Sound
good?" She smiled weakly in a kind of peace offering. She didn't want to be mean to the
guy if he was this new and this sexy. She might want to date him later on. Vegeta
pondered for a moment. **Hmm, do I act decent and get whatever the hell I want, or do
I be an ass and starve? What to do....**
"Fine, but I'm only accepting because of the food. And only if you show me
around this Kami-forsaken school too." Vegeta sighed in defeat.
"Good!" Bulma quickly jotted down her cell, house, and work number on a piece
of paper along with her address and slipped it to Vegeta. "So, about your name. You
gonna tell me now, or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" She giggled slightly at the
chance of her beating the crap out of beating up this perfectly sculpted man.
"It's Vegeta, and I highly doubt that you could ever hit me."
"Is that a challenge?" Bulma asked, leading him on.
"It's what you make of it." Vegeta replied with handsome smirk that made Bulma
tingle inside.
"Fine, I bet you that by the end of the night, that I'll have punched you at least
once."
"And the terms?"
"If I hit you, you have to treat me to dinner and a movie tomorrow night. And if I
don't hit you ....."
"If you don't hit me, I get whatever I want." Vegeta said in a very sexy way.
"Umm....o-okay. Whatever you want." Bulma replied shakily. She snapped out of
it enough to realize that the bell was about to ring. "What class do you have next block
Veggie?" Vegeta snarled slightly at the nickname.
"I have gym." He growled through his teeth. Bulma smiled at his dislike of the
nickname.
"Great! So do I! What do you have third and fourth blocks?" She said
ecstatically.
"Geography and Theatre." Bulma frowned slightly. She really wanted to be in
more classes with Vegeta.
"I guess that's the only two classes we have together this quarter. Oh, well. See
ya in gym!" Vegeta just grunted and Bulma waved. **Like I said earlier, this is gonna be
one hell of a day.** Vegeta thought to himself, rubbing his temples slightly.
know, I'm a lazy ass. I just don't seem to have the right motivation, but now that I'm in
creative writing again, I can write more! It's not a lot, I know. And I know I said that I
would update Aishiteru and A New Kind Of Love, but oh well. Anyway ... this is the
next chapter, and be expecting more soon! Later!
Stacers - crazyhelga
*----* Bulma's thoughts
**----** Vegeta's thoughts
Disclaimer - I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters, but I do own this story, and I do
own Peter, Sky, Aurora, and whoever else I decide to make up...okay! Oh, but I wish
that I could own Vegeta ... he's so hot!!!!!
The First Day of School - Part One, Freshmen Algebra
Vegeta went up to his new room and disrobed. He hopped into the shower to rid
himself of the smell from not bathing for a whole week while he was in the space pod. **I
wonder if there are any worthy sparring partners on this world.** Vegeta questioned to
himself. He then smirked a devilish smirk, and remembered that there was another
Saiya-jin who was sent to this planet to purge it. He was actually sent to almost the exact
quadrants of where Vegeta was now residing.
"Now let's see, what was his name?" Then it suddenly popped into the Prince's
mind. "That's right. His name is Kakarot. A third level Saiya-jin, but that doesn't matter
now. All that matters is that he should suffice in my training needs." Vegeta quickly dried
off by flaring his ki, put on his boxers, and hopped into bed. He then slipped off into a
dreamless slumber.
Vegeta woke the next morning to the sound of Sala's mother telling him that he
was going to be late and that breakfast was being served. Vegeta begrudgingly pulled his
tired body out of his bed, and picked out some clothes that Sky bought for him the
previous night. He pulled on the dark blue pair of jeans over his black boxers, put on the
white wife-beater, and slipped on some long white socks. He looked himself over in the
mirror, and to his amazement, he didn't look half that bad. **Well, it's not exactly what I
was expecting, but hell, what do I care what I look like.** He walked out of the room,
being careful to close the door behind him.
Vegeta got downstairs to find quite an arrangement of food placed before him. To
his delight, Sala had informed her mother of Vegeta's gigantic appetite. His eyes slightly
bulged at the amount of food on the table. He hadn't had such a feast before him since he
left Vegeta-sai. Sky looked upon him smiling.
"It's all for you dear Prince Vegeta. Enjoy!" She replied happily. Vegeta simply
nodded and sat down. "Eat up!" At those two words, Vegeta devoured everything on the
table except the bones with a grace only the Prince could carry. He nodded his thanks and
rushed out to Aurora's light blue Camaro, where she was patiently awaiting with Peter.
She flashed Vegeta a dazzling smile before speeding off towards the school. Vegeta
decided to relax and enjoy what time he had to himself while he could. He had been to
school on Vegeta-sai, and he knew that it wasn't all fun and games.
"So, Vegeta you excited about your very first day at school?" Peter questioned,
trying to get some conversation out of Vegeta. Vegeta glanced at him for a brief second,
giving him a weird look.
"I've been to school before you half-wit!" Vegeta barked in an annoying tone.
Peter blushed slightly at his obvious stupidity, and mumbled an apology. They arrived in
the school parking lot shortly after, in complete silence. Peter reached into his pocket and
grabbed the schedule the school had given to him to give to Vegeta.
"Okay, here's your schedule Vegeta. You and I only have one class together, but
that will give you the chance to get to know some new people." Vegeta nodded and
slipped the piece of paper into his pocket.
Vegeta walked into the gigantic school and found his locker. He opened it up and
threw his books inside. He still had 25 minutes 'till the warning bell gang, so he went to
the breakfast line and got a Fruit Punch POWERaid. The Prince then strolled back to his
locker and sat down next to it, taking a swing of the red drink. This is gonna be one hell
of a day. Vegeta thought to himself. He pulled his schedule out of his pocket and looked
at it. **Algebra ay? I'm gonna be bored out of my skull! I already know Trig, and they
put me in fucking Algebra I! Oh well, at least I'll ace it.** BUZZ. The warning bell
shook Vegeta out of his thoughts, and he got up and grabbed his stuff, slamming the
locker shut. He arrived in the class just as the tardy bell rang, and took a seat in the back
corner so he wouldn't be called on. Bulma looked up at the new guy that walked in.
*Damn! So, Orange Star does have some babe worthy guys here.* She thought to herself
as the black haired stud sat down next to her.
"Hey, you must be new here. My name's Bulma. What's yours?" The blue hair
girl stated with a smile.
"What's it to ya, onna?" Vegeta replied icily.
"Damn, I was just trying to be nice, but if you wanna be an ass about it, then fuck
you too!" Vegeta simply smirked. **This one's feisty. No on has ever had the balls
enough to talk to me like that. I'll be sure to watch this onna closely.**
"I'd watch what you say to me onna, because I just might take you up on your
offer." He whispered huskily into her ear. Bulma began to blush profusely, and turned to
look at the one person who dared talk to the heiress of a billion dollar fortune like that.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on this planet, and one more thing,"
the girl leaned into Vegeta's ear, "THE NAME'S BULMA NOT ONNA!" Vegeta held
his head in fear that if he let go, his head would explode. The blue haired beauty turned
around in a huff, her cheeks turning bright red from screaming. *The nerve of that prick!
How dare he say that to me! He obviously doesn't know who I am, or who my father is!
Oh, but he's so hot! Ugh! Shut up, Bulma!* The guy's an ass! Bulma thought about the
subject at hand, and decided to give the kid a break. He didn't know who she was, and
most importantly, he was hot.
"I'll make you a deal. If you let me show you around town and tell me your name,
I'll treat you to any restaurant in town, and buy you anything that you want. Sound
good?" She smiled weakly in a kind of peace offering. She didn't want to be mean to the
guy if he was this new and this sexy. She might want to date him later on. Vegeta
pondered for a moment. **Hmm, do I act decent and get whatever the hell I want, or do
I be an ass and starve? What to do....**
"Fine, but I'm only accepting because of the food. And only if you show me
around this Kami-forsaken school too." Vegeta sighed in defeat.
"Good!" Bulma quickly jotted down her cell, house, and work number on a piece
of paper along with her address and slipped it to Vegeta. "So, about your name. You
gonna tell me now, or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" She giggled slightly at the
chance of her beating the crap out of beating up this perfectly sculpted man.
"It's Vegeta, and I highly doubt that you could ever hit me."
"Is that a challenge?" Bulma asked, leading him on.
"It's what you make of it." Vegeta replied with handsome smirk that made Bulma
tingle inside.
"Fine, I bet you that by the end of the night, that I'll have punched you at least
once."
"And the terms?"
"If I hit you, you have to treat me to dinner and a movie tomorrow night. And if I
don't hit you ....."
"If you don't hit me, I get whatever I want." Vegeta said in a very sexy way.
"Umm....o-okay. Whatever you want." Bulma replied shakily. She snapped out of
it enough to realize that the bell was about to ring. "What class do you have next block
Veggie?" Vegeta snarled slightly at the nickname.
"I have gym." He growled through his teeth. Bulma smiled at his dislike of the
nickname.
"Great! So do I! What do you have third and fourth blocks?" She said
ecstatically.
"Geography and Theatre." Bulma frowned slightly. She really wanted to be in
more classes with Vegeta.
"I guess that's the only two classes we have together this quarter. Oh, well. See
ya in gym!" Vegeta just grunted and Bulma waved. **Like I said earlier, this is gonna be
one hell of a day.** Vegeta thought to himself, rubbing his temples slightly.