Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ School's Out ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

Two young girls walked into the large high school, books in one hand while backpacks rested slung over their shoulders. Both chatted and giggled happily after coming from a far off portable on the fringe of the schools property. Sun shine and end of school jitters were gracing the pair as they smiled, thankful that this had been one of the last classes they were to ever have of this subject. So close only one week left, and it was a Friday, and the intoxicating thought of the weekend made their spirits fly as high as an eagle, made them giddy with delight.

"Whoa, thank Kami that Kuso class is over!" giggled the blonde counterpart of the dynamic duo. Both girls giggled at this, leaning over and covering their mouths to mask their snickering from the lanky teacher behind them who just so happened to have been their teacher 5 minutes ago. Grinning, this female adjusted the hip pack she held slung over her shoulder, the strap covering the shoulder of her blue T-shirt. The small badge of an orange star surrounded by a pentagon showing her status as a student of this particular school. Her blue jeans hugged to her form as she walked along side her slightly taller friend, taking easy and strong strides of confident teenager.

"Yea! I know and that teacher is such a Ketsunoana!" replied the second female, light purple hair pulled back in a half ponytail. Her aqua eyes flashed with mischief as she pushed long bangs away from her cheek. A black and yellow jacket covered her torso, the double `c' on the shoulder showing the Capsule Corp. logo. Simple black pants covered her long legs, and a plain white T-shirt held to her under the jacket. Both exploded laughing, rushing off to their next class. They loved using the unknown Japanese language when talking about their second period English teacher, Mr. O'Neil. The fact that he was right behind them yet didn't even have a clue what they were calling him made it even more funny. It was almost hard to move through the school without falling over with sides hurting from mirth.

The Orange Star High School located in the center of West Capital, only a few blocks down from the Capsule Corp. homestead was where the two were. Christine, the blonde, blue eyed, rugby playing, kung fu fighting and over all goof ball hurriedly left her locker to catch up with our second character. Jen, the unnaturally purple haired, blue eyed, story writing, and cartoon drawing Saiyan who fell to earth smirked at her friend. Life was good for the pair. A good school, great friends, the occasional battles along side the Z-Team, and speak of the devil, the nervous black haired teenager rushed up beside them and waved. Black hair spiked up high, with a small bang falling down along his forehead. Dark eyes watched the two with childish innocence.

"Hey guys! Time for science class with Mrs. McIver, right?" Gohan asked happily, grinning ear to ear at his friends. They acknowledged this with a positive answer, while Christine sighed with the burden of another science class hanging over her head as she nodded slowly. It was like a death sentence, only one more class to the weekend, and it had to be science.

"Don't remind me!" she groaned, leaning against the locker next to Gohan's as he stopped for his books. Several times, Christine's head slammed against the wall, books clutched to her chest protectively. Jen followed suit by waiting impatiently, back against the metal with arms crossed over her chest and a small scowl on her lips for no apparent reason. It was school; she didn't need a reason to scowl beyond the fact she was here. A glance was passed between the half Saiyan teen and the human girl before they suddenly broke out laughing at their friend's stern appearance.

"What?" Jen asked, blinking several times as she looked between her companions.

"You just so totally adopted the Vegeta pose! Guess Saiyans act a like huh?" Christine laughed, pushing off the locker and dodging Jen's hand as it shot out to grab her. Jen had been the by-product of an old and nearly destroyed Saiyan cloning system, which Goku had found on his many travels. One of the last surviving…test tube babies, which Bulma helped to activate and monitor until she was formed with the biological and mental make up of a Saiyan, tail and all. Goku had instantly taken a shine to the tailed little child and pleaded the others to help with her mentoring and care taking. Naturally, she was raised on earth, sort of like a joint adoption from all of the Z team, passed from group to group for a small session of care.

Christine, on the other hand, had been part of the team for a slight bit shorter time, after being one of the firsts to realize who had actually saved the Earth from Cell. She had wanted to expose Mr. Satan for the fraud he was, taking credit for all the pain that Gohan and the rest had gone through, but everyone decided it was best not to. They didn't want publicity. So instead, Krillen had opted to train both the girls, along with all the help he could get. Vegeta even pitched in once or twice, but only to become fed up and nearly kill the two. Krillen and her were on a very close friendship, an inseparable pair whenever they were together. While Vegeta and Goku had taken over Jen's training, since she was Saiyan.

"Oh yea, thanks, that really helps my case over here…" Jen muttered, glaring at the two, her tail twitching as it was wrapped around her waist and covered by her shirt. Bad thing to show a tail in a high school. It should have been cut off, like Gohan's, Goku's and Vegeta's were, but since Piccolo blew up the moon, there was no threat that it should cause her to transform under a full moon. She would only get a bit…testy time to time because of it. Vegeta had also been very strict in forbidding anyone to slice off the appendage, claiming since she was the only other full Saiyan, clone or not, she should keep the tail. This also stopped her from becoming a Super Saiyan, since it is impossible to do so with a Saiyan tail.

"Sorry Jen-Chan! You know we were just kidding! You're nothing like Vegeta," Gohan soothed, wrapping an arm around both their shoulders as they walked down the hall toward the science division.

"I never said that! Vegeta rocks! He's the Saiyan No Ouji you Baka, show some respect!" Jen scolded jokingly. Vegeta was clinically still her ruler and she was supposed to act completely respectful toward him like all Saiyans. However, living with the good-natured gang like Goku, Krillen and Bulma, you get to grow up forgetting how to be a real Saiyan. Christine just rolled her eyes at this, keeping the door open for her friends as they entered the Science Lab. It was great having all your friends in the same classes.

Christine was always close with the two fighters, Saiyan and half, and it was sometimes weird being the human out of the trio. She was among the few of the Z team to be a human, yet her powers were growing amazingly fast. It was actually becoming a problem for her to play Rugby, due to violent tendencies and too many injuries caused by her. Even without using Ki attacks, she was a powerhouse. She had practically surpassed Yamcha in her first few months of training, being a quick study and spending so much time with her trainer, Krillen. She was passionate about it, loved the thrill and always put 100% toward anything she felt was important. This, being the reason Krillen had taken her under his wing. That and the energy she had shown while body checking him into a wall on their first meeting. He had refused to let her give them the rightful thanks they deserved for defeating Cell, and in her anger, she slammed the poor man into a brick wall. The rest rather fell into place.

"Now, use your Bunsen burners to heat the liquid and record whether it is a chemical or physical change please," called out the short and blonde haired Science instructor. Mrs. McIver, a sort of favorite among most of them. She was lenient and funny. Much better than the Applied English teacher, Mrs. Barker, who they called, `The Female Freiza'. True, neither Jen nor Christine had been around back then, but they heard plenty about it.

Curiously, Christine turned on the Bunsen burner, clicking the metallic sparker over it cautiously. Nothing. Not even a hiss of air. Jen and her both glanced at the gas. On. Odd… Glancing around, Jen smirked privately, knelt down behind the lab bench and placed a finger under the beaker of fluid, Ki forming around the digit to heat up the substance.

"Good idea!" Christine whispered, but then, a loud cough noise made them look up to spot Gohan at another table, cough pointedly and nodding toward the steadily oncoming teacher. Quickly, Christine grabbed a pencil and began writing down random letters, Jen ceasing her homemade hand Bunsen burner to look at the chemical skeptically; clearing her throat in an uneasy manner as the teacher passed by.

"Oh yea…This looks like a…um…er, chemical change, duncha think Christine?!"

"Oh yes, look at it…yep, definitely chemical…" they covered up, and the teacher nodded, continuing on her way. Both breathed a sigh of relief. They would probably be thrown out of school and sent for lab testing or something if people found out that they used energy blasts and such. People did not quite understand it, so they feared it. Christine sent a thankful glance at Gohan for his early warning, and he nodded happily, doing the classical `peace' sign in return.

"Close call…" Jen muttered under her breath, writing down observations like they were supposed to. She had spent most of her childhood at the Son's place, and she didn't blame Gohan for being such a die hard study and scholar. He was practically a brainer in every subject! After staying so much time over with ChiChi, she realized how strict she was with his education. That was where she was lodging now most of the time. For now, she was Jen Son, Gohan's sister; twins sort of. Both roughly the same ages, yet look nothing a like. It was better to lie and be a fake sister than tell the truth and say `Hi, I'm a biologically engineered Saiyan from another planet who's been floating around in space for so long until I was found and born on Earth. I don't have any parents'. Too many questions to answer.

"Hey, you were the one using your Ki," Christine said back, cleaning up the work area with a towel. Jen glared. Christine merely smirked. She had a thing with trying to piss Jen off, since it was easy sometimes, especially if you found her in a Saiyan mood. However, Vegeta still had everyone beat with pissing Jen off royally. He enjoyed testing her will power.

"YOU said it was a good idea!"

"I say a lot of things, doesn't mean you have to be stupid enough to listen to me!" Christine snapped back, sticking out her tongue. Jen reached sharply to try to snatch the tongue until Gohan quickly appeared between the two. He held a hand out to both, preventing them from moving any further together. It was odd. Dressed in the casual clothes her wore, he looked pretty weak and puny, but once you spotted him in training clothes, you couldn't stop visualizing the muscles that covered his battle toned body.

"Now SISTER, play nice," he laughed, smiling hopefully at Jen, who merely snarled in aggravation. Christine did a dance of joy and smiled innocently. She stuck out her tongue, placing her thumbs on her temples and twiddling her fingers childishly, blowing a raspberry at the fuming violet haired female.

"Just wait until school is done Christine… You are goin' down. And you know, I could always un-invite you from the Son camp out tonight, then you wouldn't get to see Krillen," Jen said smoothly, eyeing her nails with vanity. Gohan rolled his eyes, Christine gaped with shock.

"You wouldn't dare! Come on Jen, I was just joking! Don't be mean!" The Son's, well all of them except for ChiChi, had decided to take a well-earned trip out to the woods surrounding the mountain for the weekend. Krillen was coming along as well, to spend some quality time with his best friend and fellow warriors. Jen, being a fake part of the family was going too and with Goku's easy spirit, he had requested just after explaining the idea that Christine come along too. This was a bit of a problem, but it was avoided, since Christine's parents were unaware of her involvement with the Team and merely thought it was Rugby practices causing her to grow stronger by the minute. So, the camping trip was explained as a Rugby practice, all weekend events. Her parent's weren't really pro-fighting and risking your life all the time.

" 'Course I wouldn't. I want you to come, get some training in," Jen explained excitedly, gathering all of her books as the end of class bell rang, signaling the end of the day and the start of the weekend. Kami must have made it a perfect Friday for them specifically as the group of their friends and them exited the building. Waving happily to their friends, the three headed off in the same direction, the thought of the camping excursion high in their minds.

"This is going to be great! Trunks will be coming along too; so Vegeta will be dropping him off later this evening and is gonna stay for the first night or so. Bulma'll be with my mom," Gohan stated as they headed around the corner, slipping into a darkened alley, far from the school boundaries and out of sight from all. Jen's eyes widened and she smiled brightly.

"Vegeta and Trunks? Great! I haven't seen My Prince in a while. Or his son," she said happily, stripping off her Capsule Corp. Jacket and putting it carefully into her backpack as Gohan hurriedly moved around one more corner in the alley. The others were doing the same; Christine just slipping on her Orange training Gi over top of the simple blue top she already wore. Then she put on her similarly hued training pants over the black leggings that covered her legs under her normal clothing. Carefully, she adjusted the bright outfit, making sure the black and white symbol over her heart was clear as Krillen's insignia, showing she was the student. Next went on the blue weighted wristbands, followed by black and heavy boots over her feet. Most clothes worn by them were weighted; helped with training.

Jen had set away her normal day clothes to show a simple, full-length blue spandex body suit. She carefully pulled the white gloves over her digits, doing the same with her gold tipped and similarly colored boots. Cautiously, she pulled the Saiyan armor over her head and down to fit over her upper torso. It was amazingly made of an extremely flexible material, even if when worn it was rock hard. A wicked smirk lit on her lips as she adjusted the broad, yellow shoulder pads, her sleek furred tail flicking behind her subconsciously before it wound around her waist snuggly. Saiyan training outfit, compliments of Mrs. Briefs having too much time on her hands.

Gohan was just coming around the corner, and hurriedly slipped on the white bandanna over his spiked and short black hair. He had been changing out of view of the girls to save any embarrassment. He was dressed in his classical Saiyaman outfit of a black full length body suit, covered by a forest green shirt and belt, with the red cape draped over his shoulders. He wore this outfit, when he had decided to hide his identity and become a super hero; fighting all manners of crime in the city near his school. Coolly, he slipped on the black glasses over his eyes to disguise himself and smirked.

"Are we ready to go?" Jen asked the other two, hearing the sharp snap of fabric being pulled taunt to see Christine sharply tying up her blue sash belt around her waist. Nodding quickly, the blonde smirked, brushing her hair out with a hand.

"You two should really wear a mask or something to cover up your identities," Gohan pointed out, shouldering his backpack while viewing over his two companions. It was like looking at a female and blonde Krillen with a lot more height and a much better form, and a female Vegeta with an attitude and violet colored hair. Dyed of course. "It's no use changing into these get ups if people will be able to see your faces."

"And what? Look like you with your oh so stylish bandanna and glasses?" Christine said, shocked and a bit disgusted. He did look funny, but it was an improvement from the insect like helmet, complete with antennas. Jen shook her head, placing a hand over her forehead. Christine laughed at the thought, hands on her hips, jutting out her left leg to adapt an air of superiority.

"That would be a disaster. I already have to be his sister, looking like him would completely destroy my reputation," Jen stated sadly. Gohan's head fell forward, his shoulders slumping dismally at this until both girls moved over to throw their arms around him in a hug, squeezing right in between both of them. They were resting cheek to cheek with the startled male, whose eyes went wide with surprise and embarrassment. He did not mind the closeness with two attractive young ladies in a dark alleyway, but it was still uncomfortable and nerve racking at the same time. He had had a thing for both of them at one point or other in time. But both were like sisters to him! What kind of torture was Kami trying to inflict on a teenaged boy by sending him these two females that he would never be able to bring himself to ever get involved with without heavy guilt!

"Sorry G-Man, we didn't mean it. You know you're the handsomest guy around here!" Christine cried, nuzzling her cheek against his now furiously blushing one as he chuckled nervously, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Torture!

"Ya, if I wasn't pretending to be your sister, I would totally date you," Jen piped in, lightly and playfully pinching his cheek with a wink. This made him blink and turn a beet red all over his face, a sweat mark appearing on his temple. Absolute Torture!

"Really?! I mean… You guys actually think that?" he asked shyly, glancing downward but his red rimmed glasses covered his eye movement. Both nodded quickly, each kissing a cheek on either side of him with the "mwuha!" sound effect going along with it. Absolute and Complete Torture, worse then anything he had experienced. Knees turned to mush, face heated up, jaw hung a bit slack and he felt a bit light headed as he gave a small whimper of either weakness or happiness.

"Of course cutie! Now let's fly!" Christine cried happily, flames of energy flaring around her, sending her blonde hair flying up with a draft of power. Grinning coolly, she started to count down as Gohan drooled slightly at the kisses before snapping out of it. She had barely given him a second glance after the kiss, most likely a good thing since he was all but falling over with a dreamy look on his face. "One!" she shouted out, grinning happily at the rush of Ki through her veins.

"Two!" Jen shouted, clenching her fists as her own transparent Ki flashed into life, lighting up her features and sending her hair into a flurry. It sent shadows running along her face, as she laughed with Saiyan delight.

"Three!" Gohan finished, standing away to spark out his blue tipped flame, and laughing they all rocketed into the sky, back packs held in hand as the trio moved off like fighter jets, synchronized in their movements as people below them in the city streets stared up in awe, shouting out in shock. They blasted off at amazing speed upward, straight through the clouds, wind whipping against their faces until they appeared, just above the first layer of vapor to slow their pace. They simply had to get out of eye view from pedestrians and then they were free to glide among the birds freely.

Christine spun in the air, singing happily. She loved flying, had always dreamed of it as a child. Her Gi flapped loosely in the wind as she dove in and out of passing clouds; holes in the great balls of fluff showing her path. Jen smirked and lay on her back, back crawling through the sky with a giggle of enjoyment, her tail twitching on its own for joy of the flight. Gohan followed along with the fun, diving under the veil of clouds to suddenly fly up in barrel rolls, laughing heartily.

"This is the life. Flight, fun, friends. I can't imagine it any other way," Jen stated happily. She now sat cross-legged, seemingly on top a cloud, but truly, she was merely hovering there. They had paused for a moment, just to bask in the peaceful silence and peaceful scenery between the layers of the sky; the world below blocked out by white. Both Gohan and Christine nodded.

"But… What if you hadn't been found by Dad, and, Christine, you hadn't started training with Krillen. Would we still all know each other? What'd you think would have happened then?" Gohan asked softly, cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, as he pulled off his glasses to slip them into the front of his shirt for storage.

"Well, we wouldn't be floating together like this, that's for sure. I'd still be just a normal teen with nothing to do," Christine predicted, spinning idly in the air in slow circles.

"I wouldn't exist if Goku hadn't brought me back. I'd still be a genetically altered and Saiyan cell floating in space in the broken lab equipment…" came the second response from Jen. She kept her tone matter of fact, but both the others frowned sadly at the thought of such a thing.

"I'd still be trying to hide my powers, and training on my own most of the time. I'd sure be a lot sadder, `cause I wouldn't have you two to hang with," Gohan stated, glancing around them before sighing happily. He finished by offering a hand to both girls, as Christine had sat along side Jen after becoming slightly too dizzy. "Either way, none of us would be the same and I'm sure glad I don't live in that world!"

The females laughed and took the offered hands, looking at each other with a wink before yanking him downward to have his face forced into the cloud harmlessly. With rear up and feet kicking, he pulled himself out of the white air to glance at the two receding shapes as they raced away laughing. He smiled lightly, and hurriedly chased after them with his cape flashing behind him in a crimson streak.

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