Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ West City Academy ❯ The Briefs Girl ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
A/N: I'm writing this mostly for me. I've always tried to stay away
from any High School fics, but alas it's my mortifying vice.
Anyways... I will use and exploit the characters to my liking. So
with that said, all characters are normal humans without any powers
or special abilities and the odds of them being out-of-character
are quite likely.
Disclaimer: I will only say this once. DB and DBZ do NOT belong to
me and I'm not making any profit off of this.
Summary: DBZ High School fic. Rebellious teen, Vegeta, has no
choice but to ask an ambitious fellow classmate, Bulma, for some
help with the trouble he has gotten himself into. However, things
don't just end there....
OoO
The Briefs Girl
Elevated breathing matched the tempo of the steps. It was in
rhythmical synchrony—a long, shallow breath to every two
strides. However, she didn't notice this. Running was natural to
her. She could feel the light burning in her thighs, calves, and
even the muscles in her stomach. It felt invigorating. This was her
escape and her way of letting out her frustrations as she pushed
her body to go an extra mile at the early hours of the morning. It
was, in fact, still dark out, but she could see the sun starting to
rise. So, she pushed harder and went faster as she challenged
herself to race the sun.
Almost there. She thought, seeing her dome-like house at the
end of the block.
Pushing further, she made herself run faster, taking longer and
quicker steps. The burning in her muscles heightened all the more.
The rock song she was listening to complemented the feel of that
morning run and actually helped her drive. Just a few more
steps…
She was all out of breath as she entered her house. Her sports tank
clung to her body like a second skin. Pressing pause on her music
player, she took her earphones out as she headed straight to the
kitchen. She found her mother leaning by the counter in a light
robe with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Hey, mom." she greeted her as she went to the fridge in look for
something to quench her thirst.
"Hey, honey. How was your run?" her cheery mother asked.
Bulma had found a bottle of water and downed half of it before
answering, "It was good. I feel so much better already." She
finished off the rest of the water, sighing in contentment at the
refreshing feeling. Her gaze went over to her mother, "So, why are
you up so early?
"Well, to make you some breakfast, of course. Don't think I don't
know that you run out of here with only coffee and a single fruit
in hand. What kind of breakfast is that for a teenage girl?"
Bulma smiled and shrug her shoulders at her mother. She wasn't the
brightest bulb but as a stay at home wife and mother, she more than
excelled at her role. "Mom, I'm usually not that hungry in the
morning.”
"Nonsense. So what will it be? Pancakes? Eggs and bacon? You name
it, honey.”
"Are there any `on-the-go' options?" she asked as she flashed her
mother a wide, cheesy grin
Bunny sighed, "Kids these days. Don't even get time to sit down to
properly eat."
"So..." she tilted her head to a side in question, "...is that a
yes or no?"
“Yes, dear. But, try to make some time for breakfast in the
future, ok?”
“Sure thing, mom.” and with that she made her way
upstairs to her room so she could shower and get ready for
school.
As she entered her room, she haphazardly took her sweaty clothes
off and dumped it in a nearby clothes bin. Without feeling the need
to remain drenched in sweat and ill smelling, she went directly to
her bathroom.
She, admittedly, took a rather long time in the shower but she
reasoned that it was necessary. A girl needed to smell and look
good, right?
After drying up, she took her time getting dressed. One of the few
perks of wearing a school uniform was that the dilemma of picking
out an outfit was taken care of. Although Bulma did, like many
females, like to play around with clothing options and fashion, she
also enjoyed not having to worry about those very same things. It
was a time saver really.
Once she was done getting ready, she looked at herself in the
full-length mirror. She tilted her head at her reflections and
sighed. This is as good as it's gonna get today. She told
herself.
The bluette girl didn't look bad. She loved her navy-blue blazer
that had her school emblem sown on the left breast. It was warm and
comfortable and most importantly of all… it had pockets.
There were two on the inside and two on the outside. She didn't
mind the white button up shirt, even if she had to tuck it in.
However, the charcoal-gray tie was constricting and annoying. Bulma
found herself adjusting it more often than not. The grey, plaid
skirt fit her hips nicely it came up a little above the knees so it
showed off a little bit her shapely legs. Track and volleyball did
wonders to her physique. With long stockings and comfy loafers, she
looked every bit the school girl. She frowned at the thought.
She quickly put on some mascara, blush, and gloss. She had brushed
her hair following her shower and had only towel dried her blue
locks. She had the fortune of having manageable hair. Rarely were
hair-driers or hair irons needed.
Putting on a few last minute accessories and stashing her music
player in a pocket, she dashed out of her room with her duffel bag
in hand.
Once she made it downstairs, the smell of food instantaneously got
her attention. She made her way to the kitchen. Her mother was
waiting with two brown paper bags in hand.
“Here you are, sweetie. One is your breakfast and the other
is your lunch.”
Bulma took the sacks and put them inside her bag. “Thanks
mom.”
“Do you have enough money to buy yourself something to
drink?”
“Yes, mom.” she sheepishly answered. Mothers.
You can always count on them to over-worry.
“Good. Enjoy your day at school, honey.”
Bulma headed out the door but stopped and turned to her mother,
“Mom?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Where's dad?”
“He's at that conference, remember?”
“Oh, that's right. I knew that. He'll be back in a week,
right?”
“That's right.” her mother beamed all the more.
She couldn't help but smile. Could her parents be any more in love
and right for one another? “Ok. I'll see ya later,
mom.” Bulma waved her good-bye as she made her way out.
Taking in a large breath of fresh air, she momentarily stood at her
driveway. Her hand dug into her sports bag till she found a little
white box containing capsules. She looked through the different
colored and numbered labels debating which mode of transportation
to take. Her eyes brightened and she finally chose one.
With the decision made, she uncapsuled her sports bike. After the
expected cloud of smoke disappeared, the black motorcycle came to
view along with a matching black helmet. She smiled at the sight of
her favorite wheels as she took a couple steps forward. Taking the
helmet from the seat, she hooked it onto her duffel bag and then
mounted her bike with careful and precise maneuvering of her skirt.
After turning the key, she gave the handle a couple turns, hearing
the engine purr.
Music to my ears.
She then squeezed the cutch, kicked it in first gear, carefully
rolled the throttle handle as she released the clutch, and then
smoothly took off. She knew that driving safety wasn't exactly her
forte, but that didn't hold her back as she sped up; changing
gears, leaning forward onto her bike, and turning the accelerator
in her hand. She only hoped a cop wouldn't pull her over for not
wearing the required head gear. Nonetheless, she was sure she could
charm and play the `air-head' card in order to get out of a
ticket.
The fresh wind in her recently washed hair was as liberating as it
was divine. Nothing could compare. The drive to school was so much
more tolerable as she enjoyed every minute.
She slowed down as West City Academy came to view. As usual, there
was a rather long traffic line at all the entrances to the private
school's campus. Students, parents, and a few teachers alike were
trying to make their way in.
Wow. She thought as she momentarily stopped before weaving
her way through automobiles, earning her a few glares from her
fellow student body. Good thing I took my bike instead of my
car.
Continuing her easy drive down the road, her eyes briefly widened
when she noticed shiny and sleek specimen of an automobile. She
immediately recognized the making of the car. Her recognition was
confirmed once she saw the Capsule Corp logo. It was the new,
unreleased model... and it was also a present her father had given
to a close and important business associate. So, needless to say,
Bulma also identified who the impressive vehicle belongs
to—none other than Mr. Ouji.
She assumed Vegeta Ouji was at WCA that fine morning because of his
eldest son of the same name.
Junior must be in trouble again. She sarcastically thought
to herself.
Bulma occasionally exchanged words with the military veteran and
his wife during the few meetings and weapon testing and exhibitions
she attended with her father. The man was quite knowledgeable in
technology and its advances. Bulma was rather surprised at that.
She had pre-judged and assumed that the intimidating owner of Ouji
Enterprises was just an average muscle-head soldier who had the
fortune to inherit the weapons producing company.
Mr. Ouji and her father's relationship was mostly business, but she
could tell that the large warrior had respect for her tech and
science nerd of a father. She supposed it was because he saw how
capable, brilliant, and valuable her father is. The infamously
irritable and difficult man even tolerated her for the most part.
With that in mind, she made her way toward him for a quick
hello.
Bulma wasn't stupid. She knew that a person of his importance and
influence had to be paid attention to and she knew that it was in
her and her family's company interest to remain on the same side.
It was little details like greetings of recognition and small-talk
that sometimes facilitated companies' alliances and merging. One of
her life's goals with Ouji Enterprises is the latter.
With her bright blues on the target, she thoroughly eyed the car as
she drove by. She was tempted to run her hand over the vehicle and
feel the glossy, silver paint under her palm, but she
refrained.
The driver's side window opened and loud rock music blasted from
car. A blue eyebrow went up in amazement. Bruce Faulconer's
`Hells Bells'—who knew Mr.
Ouji has good taste in music? She saw his arm
come out to rest on the edge.
Perfect. She readied herself to give him the most confident
smile she could muster, knowing that `cute' and `charming' won't
work with proud man.
She stopped as she finally stood next to him and started to speak,
“Good Morn-” her simple greeting was left unfinished,
her smile slowly disappearing as she faced someone who was not the
man she expected.
“What?” His rude question was as spiteful as any of the
words that came out of his mouth.
Typical.
She frowned and glared at her classmate... Vegeta Ouji Jr.
“Nothing.” Her reply was short and just as rude.
With a quick glance at the traffic light, seeing it was still red,
she looked back and made eye contact with him, noticing his scowl
deepen in acknowledgment. She gave him a knowing and challenging
grin before leaning down on her bike and taking off, skipping to
front and leaving him behind to wait in line like all the others.
The small victory felt good.
Now inside the campus, she found a nice area with shade near the
front doors and parked her bike. She intentionally arrived early
just so she can enjoy a few minutes to herself before the day could
really begin.
She leaned on her motorcycle and dug around her bag for the
breakfast her mother made. Bulma was pleasantly surprised with the
spinach and egg biscuit, a small container with diced fruit, and
cookies. She began with the biscuit and took a slow bite,
discovering the creaminess of cheese.
Taking her time with her meal, she couldn't help but think about
the exchange she just had. She wasn't the least bit fond of Vegeta
Ouji.
Bulma had known about him since she was a kid through Goku.
Although back then, he was only known to her as Goku's brother's
friend. She had never seen or met the Ouji boy till years later.
She had seen him at a few conventions both her parents and his
attended. It was impossible to miss the boy with the flame-hair
that identically matched his father's.
She could remember the very moment they met. Her parents had led
her over to the Ouji's for the specific purpose of introducing
them. Her parents stood behind her and his behind him as they
waited to see how they would react to one another now that they
were face-to-face. The seemingly permanent frown on the boy's
features showed utter disgust when she brought her hand out to
shake his. It was at that very instant she decided she didn't like
the Ouji heir. But, he took her hand regardless. He squeezed...
hard, in an evident sign of dominance. She had glared at him
and tried not to show that he was indeed hurting her hand, feeling
as if he were trying to crush her bones in his grasp. Yet, she had
never been one to back down so easily. So she squeezed back as hard
as she could as she locked eyes with him letting him know that she
wouldn't be intimidated so easily.
He grinned in response
Ugh. Jerk. was her only thought as they simultaneously let
go.
"Oh, look! How cute! They've become friends." her mother had
chirped.
Bulma rolled her eyes. That couldn't be further from the truth.
Total and evident disregard of one another or the occasional glare
were the only interactions between them. She was thankful that she
saw less and less of him at meetings, exhibitions, and events
throughout the years.
Although, her mother had mentioned that his parents had enrolled
him at some military academy. That explained his absence.
Coincidentally enough, Raditz and his other friend Nappa, were sent
to a military school as well. It was then that she put two and two
together—Raditz's friend was Vegeta.
It was during the beginning of her freshman year that the tragedy
happened. Mrs. Ouji passed away. It was not only a shock to her,
but everyone else as well. She might not have liked him, but she
adored Mrs. Ouji and couldn't imagine how Vegeta, his father, and
younger brother were taking the terrible and unfortunate
incident.
The funeral was beautiful considering the circumstances. There were
so many people present, so many people dressed in black. Many were
close friends and work associates. The Son's were there, but that
was appropriate since Goku's father, Bardock, is not only Vegeta
Sr.'s military comrade but his right-hand man as well.
As she stood between her parents, she couldn't help but take a look
at Mr. Ouji, with his sons at either side of him. The man looked
tired and worn down and her heart ached for him. Tarble, his
youngest, was silent as his red-rimmed eyes stayed downcast.
Poor kid. she thought.
She looked at Vegeta, not surprised to see him frowning. However,
he didn't seem to be paying attention to anything surrounding him.
He was lost in his own thoughts as he stood straight and unmoving.
With his arms crossed and his dark eyes cast in shadow, he appeared
like a living statue. Just when she thought he could very well stay
like that for an eternity, Mr. Cold went over to disturb whatever
was going on inside his head. She watched as his scowl deepened,
his eyes narrowed, and his nose wrinkled in obvious loathing at the
delicate-looking, pale man. Bulma couldn't blame him. She quite
frankly disliked Frieza Cold. The guy simply creeped her the hell
out!
Seems like we actually have something in common.
Vegeta looked over at his father to briefly say something before
leaving his side, but not before barking, “Tarble!” so
his sibling could follow along. The boy did, dashing to catch up to
Vegeta as he stepped outside.
“Bulma, why don't you go and check how the boys are doing and
give them our condolences?” her father suggested as he
lightly pushed her forward.
“Dad, I don't think that's a good idea. I think they need
their space right now.”
Not long after, there was word that three transfer students were
joining the WCA student body. She didn't think much of it till Goku
brought it up.
“Guys, guess what?” he randomly started as he ate his
lunch with both Krillin and herself. “Raditz is moving
back!”
“Is he?” she didn't quite understand why the boys'
father had send Raditz to the military academy and left Goku at
home with his grandfather, Gohan. Although, on second thought the
different scholarships the boys had was probably the reason.
“Your brother is moving back huh?” Krillin added.
“You must be pretty excited."
“Yeah! And he's transferring to WCA. And you know what
else?”
She let out a giggle at Goku's enthusiasm, “There's
more?”
“Yup. Vegeta and Nappa are transferring with him.”
Her smile immediately disappeared, replaced with a look that
reflected her bewilderment.
She then mentally face-palmed herself; of course those three were
the transfer students. It made sense.
Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz arrival caused a whirlwind. The boys were
quite athletic and immediately signed up for football, wrestling,
and other sports of their liking. At the time, she was a
cheerleader and had very well been witness to their remarkable
athleticism. Their military background sure seemed to be a major
factor of their condition as well as gave them an edge.
The trio were a big hit with the girls as well. The female student
body were absolutely smitten with them. They roamed the halls as if
they owned the school. The bad-boy persona that Vegeta and his
entourage oozed was apparently irresistible. Many varying rumors
flew about the boys. Bulma was sure it couldn't all be true, but on
the other hand she didn't really care. Of the three, she only
really worried about Raditz and that was simply because he was her
best friend's brother.
Things changed the following year. For starters, Goku had finally
joined her and Krillin in high school. Like Raditz, Goku was a
natural athlete and had joined many of the same sports his older
sibling had. However, although it wasn't clear in the beginning,
there was a rivalry forming between him and Vegeta. Her childhood
friend was becoming the new golden boy, surpassing many of the
records Vegeta had set. It would seem Vegeta wasn't too happy about
this. So much so that later that school year, he actually picked a
fight with the happy-go-lucky boy.
The brawl between the heir to Ouji Enterprises and the new boy was
epic in West City Academy and it was still presently talked about.
Both Goku and Vegeta fought for quite an extended amount of time,
both testing each other, both giving it their all. Their fight was
so evenly matched it was hard to tell who would be the victor.
However, at the end, Goku had beaten him. To anyone else it
wouldn't have matter much. But that didn't seem to be the case for
Vegeta. He seemed to take it to heart.
She was, of course, quite proud of her friend. But, she couldn't
help but feel bad for Vegeta as well. She supposed it could be
because she caught the same lost and lonely look etched in his
features she had seen at his mother's funeral.
Her then boyfriend didn't share her compassion:
“If you ask me, it was high time that asshole got what he
deserved.” Yamcha had stated.
“You really think so?”
“Of course, B. Why? You don't think so?”
She shrugged, “All things happen for a reason,
right?”
“Exactly!”
Bulma did feel bad for Vegeta. That is, till he did the next jerk
thing and those feelings quickly disappeared. She had a feeling
that being Goku's friend didn't exactly sit well with Vegeta
either. She wondered how Raditz and he made their friendship
work.
Toward the end of their sophomore year, Vegeta dropped out of
sports and began to cut school. He was in most of her core classes
and she vaguely remembered not seeing him in class. It wasn't till
Goku had mentioned Raditz cutting with his two friends that Bulma
actually paid attention to Vegeta's absence. Yes, the boy took the
loss against the underclassman hard.
Now in her junior year, things took place where last year had left
off, at least for the most part. Goku was still West City Academy's
golden boy, she quit cheerleading and didn't have any intentions of
going back, and she and Yamcha were still broken up since before
summer break.
“Hi, Bulma.”
The voice brought her out of her deep thoughts of the past. She
looked back and spotted a beautiful blonde girl. She walked around
Bulma's bike to stand next to her.
Her lips curved upward as she smiled at her. “Hi,
Eighteen.”
She had made good friends with Eighteen Gero the year prior. She
and her twin brother were still fairly new at WCA. Their father,
Dr. Gero, was a sort of competitor of her father's. She had
remembered her father saying that if the man wasn't careful, he
could very well get caught up in his work to the point of madness.
Seventeen and Eighteen were quiet and kept mostly to themselves. If
their father was truly hanging on thread of sanity, his children
didn't seem affected.
Bulma never expected a friendship with her. She had seemed so
off-putting and antisocial alongside her brother. Eighteen and she
were both track runners. She had always admired her for her
strength. After all, not many girls were at par with the boys.
Bulma was actually more than surprised the day Eighteen came up to
her and commented on how fast she was and then asked her to join
the volleyball team. They had been friends ever since.
After her breakup with Yamcha, she broke apart from her friends.
Yamcha and she had the same circle of friends and, needless to say,
it was awkward and painful to be around him.
The blonde girl seemed heaven sent. She was what Bulma needed at
the time and she was ecstatic to actually have a female friend. She
truly enjoyed her company. Her cool demeanor, quick wit, sarcasm,
and dry sense of humor were refreshing to say the least. And she
had a tomboy side, like Bulma, to boot.
“You want some?” Bulma offered some of her fruit.
Eighteen shook her head, “No, thanks.”
“Where's Seventeen?”
“In the art department.”
“That boy is really talented.”
“Of course he is. He IS my twin brother.”
Bulma shot her friend an impish look, “Ooh, sorry if my
compliment held any doubt.”
Eighteen playfully shoved her, “Shut it, Briefs. Are you
ready for practice today?”
She rubbed her arm. Eighteen was really too strong for her own
good, “Am I ever?”
“Hey. Bulma!”
The girls looked over to where the voice came from. Bulma smiled as
she saw Goku, Krillin, Chichi, Tien, and Yamcha walking toward
them.
“Hey, guys.” she beamed at her friends.
She felt bad for evading Goku and Krillin after her break-up with
Yamcha last year. They were, after all, her oldest and best
friends. However, during the summer, they had amended their
friendship and had gone on a little adventure. It was like old
times again. Both Krillin and Goku were worried and had missed her
after she avoided them. They had understood she needed time away
from her `first love' but they weren't going to let her get away
from them that easily. Or so, that's what they told her.
She laughed at this and was more than happy that she hadn't lost
them. They had also helped mend her relationship with Yamcha. Bulma
grudgingly cooperated. It took some time but slowly the romantic
feelings she once had for Yamcha were channeled and turned into
caring feelings she would have toward a friend. It was oddly easier
than she thought it was going to be. Who knew that she could be
friends with her ex after such an unpleasant ending?
“Hi, Yamcha.” she greeted and then looked over at
Goku's girlfriend, “Hi, Chichi.”
The brunette was in same grade as Goku and she had become friends
with her through Goku's insisting. She had actually met Chichi
during elementary school. She remembered Chichi chasing Goku during
recess the way most little girls and boys chasing after one another
did and she remembered Chichi had thrown mud at her and Krillin at
one point. It is embarrassing for her to admit but she held a
grudge on Chichi's childish antics for years. But, they had a
chance to re-acquaint through cheerleading when she was a sophomore
and Chichi a freshman. Her second impression of her was as bad as
the first. She came off as a bossy little know-it-all and Bulma
couldn't stand her.
In fact, when Goku had confided his crush on Chichi to her, Bulma
was livid. She had scolded Goku like a younger brother and told him
that Chichi was just a big-mouthed, pushy, irritating girl and that
it was best for him to forget about her. But alas, her telling Goku
to stay away from the raven-haired girl made him more interested in
Chichi.
She reprimanded herself on the psychology behind it. She really
should have known better.
Bulma could still remember her boys trying to convince her to give
Chichi a chance. And she could especially remember Goku's incessant
whining. That moment was so clear in her mind:
“Come on, Bulma. It's not going to hurt you if you hang-out
with the girl for one afternoon.” Krillin had lazily
reasoned. He was really only there as Goku's backup.
She had put her fingers along her temples and made a circle motion
to placate the headache she could feel coming, “That may be
true. But… how sure are you that I might not end up
hurting her?”
“Pleeeeeeese, Bulma. It would mean a lot to me.” Goku
begged.
“Ugh. Are you seriously givi-” her eyes shot over to
Krillin, “Is he seriously giving me his puppy-dog
face?”
Krillin laughed, “That seems to be the case.”
“Buuuuuulma.” Goku continued.
“Damn it, Goku! You're dating her even with my obvious
dislike of her! You're a big boy and you can evidentially do as you
please! I don't understand why my opinion and approval of her is
important to you now, especially after the fact that I
advised you to stay away from her! And for that matter, why the
hell do you want me to hang out with her anyways?!”
“I just want you guys to be friends.”
Ugh. My pal, Goku—the eternal optimist and
ambassador of friendship. She remembered thinking.
“That's part of it.” Krillin had said as he leafed
through one of Bulma's girl magazines, “Tell her the rest,
buddy.”
She narrowed her eyes at the spiky-haired male, “There's
more?”
He had sheepishly laughed as he scratched the back of his head,
“Um, yeah. Chichi is… kinda… jealous… of
you.”
She wasn't sure she heard that right, “I beg your
pardon?”
“Chi is a tad bit jealous of you.” Goku clarified,
“Well, you ARE my best-friend that's a GIRL. We
pretty much grew up together and we hang-out a lot. And you're
older, and really smart, and… well… you're
pretty...”
Bulma couldn't help the blush that stained her cheeks and had
quickly looked away. She crossed her arms and noisily exhaled,
blowing her bangs away. She had actually felt bad for Chichi.
Damn it.
She dared one more look at her friend, seeing the wretched look
across his features. His puppy-dog face really did work, but she
would never let him know that. “Ok. Fine. I'll go on a
girl-date with her.”
Goku had just about leaped with joy, “Wow! You mean it?
Bulma, you're the best!”
She dismissively waved a hand in his direction, “Yes, yes. I
know. I am kind.” She was then surprised when he had embraced
her in a giant bear hug that just about forced air out of her. Her
feet had left the ground and he turned, twirling them both in a
show of his excitement. Once he set her down, she had managed to
catch her breath. “Geesh, Goku. You might want to warn a
person before doing that.”
He chuckled, “Gee, sorry, Bulma.”
“You know, I really miss the days when I was taller than
you.”
Goku naively tilted his head to one side, “But, boys are
supposed to be taller than girls…”
“You didn't even know what a girl was till you met me,
buster.”
Krillin laughed at the hilarity which only made her smile.
So, she had lunch and then went shopping with one of her
best-friend's girlfriend. Bulma had discovered that Chichi really
wasn't that bad. Sure she had some control issues, but her better
qualities overshadowed her not so pleasant ones. The girl was
well-meaning and kind of a sweetheart. She supposed it's what Goku
saw in her. Besides, with careful observation, she saw that Chichi
was only loud and bossy when she felt insecure. It was just her
defense mechanism.
She was happy for her friend.
Now, in the present day, everything seemed to work out great.
Everybody around her got along and everything was running
smoothly.
“You know, Bulma…” Chichi cut her train of
thought. The girl seemed to be comfortable with not only Bulma, but
her friendship with Goku as well. ”…you should really
try joining cheerleading again. It'd be a lot of fun.” Chichi
suggested, smiling at her.
She heard Eighteen scoff beside her.
“Yeah, I bet Launch could make that happen.” Tien
added. He was really proud that his girlfriend made
head-cheerleader.
“Thanks, but, I don't see that happening.”
“Why not? You looked good in that cheerleading outfit,
B.”
She hit Yamcha's arm for the comment, “Perv. You've been
hanging around Krillin's place too long.”
“Hey!”
“I was referring that your guardian's a perv, not you
Krillin.”
“Good. Just wanted that cleared up.”
They chatted for a while longer, up until the bell rung. Then
students made their way to their classrooms in a large herd.
Bulma, as well as many others with their vehicles, quickly capsuled
her bike before heading inside.
After exchanging farewells with her friends, she made her way to
Calculus. She took her seat and waited patiently for class to
begin. One by one the class filled up with her fellow schoolmates.
It was really a shame she didn't share many classes with her
friends. She was taking advance courses categorized as senior level
classes. She had Launch in her next class for Business Management,
Tien in Economics, and then Raditz in her Automotive class. Sure,
they were all good company, but they weren't that close. The
seniors leaned more toward being acquaintances than friends.
The Professor walked in and the bell promptly rung.
“Good morning, class.”
“Good morning.” a few students greeted back.
“Well, let's get started. Please hand in you-”
The instructor was interrupted as he decided to make his
appearance. Vegeta walked into class and took his sweet ol' time to
his seat, his stride purposeful and casual. He made eye contact
with the cross-armed Professor as he stopped before him. Opening
his textbook, he leafed through the pages till he found what he was
looking for. He then placed his homework on the Professors desk and
made his way to his desk.
She frowned, sharing the same annoyed feeling toward Vegeta as her
teacher. He was such a nuisance. Her eyes traveled over his figure.
He wore the required uniform; grey slacks, white collared shirt,
grey tie, and navy-blue school blazer. However, he quite
deliberately didn't wear his uniform in the appropriate manner. His
shirt was un-tucked, his tie hung too loose, his shirt and blazer's
sleeves were rolled up, and the first couple buttons of his shirt
were left undone, showing of the hard lines of his chest. How the
hell was he able to get away with that? How was it that this boy
was the future leader of the OE? Why is it that he lacked the
discipline and vision for his family's company he once used to
have?
He sat a couple seats behind her. As he walked down her row, she
noticed the exchange between him and a pretty pink-haired girl.
She rolled her eyes. My gender could be so stupid
sometimes.
Once Vegeta Ouji took his seat, class finally began, as well as the
official start of her day.
OoO
A/N: I suppose this came out more as the background information
than anything else. I know things jumped around a lot (past and
present) and I hope it wasn't confusing. If it wasn't, I'll leave
it as it is. If it was, let me know and I'll try to clear things
up.
This hasn't been beta read so I'm sure there are mistakes. I will
probably go back and fix those. I just really wanted to put the
story out there and get some opinions. It sure as hell came out
lengthier than what I thought it would be. And it only covered a
morning. Oh well.
The plan is for the next chapter to be Vegeta's POV. We'll see how
that goes. Just fyi, they're (obviously) not all in the same grade.
Not sure if the specifics of who's in what grade is important or
not. If you likey please review. ;)