A/N: This fic was originally published in March of 2001. While writing this fic, between the ages of 12 and 14, I made many great friends and had a truly wonderful experience as a new writer. Although I don't write for DBZ anymore, I still write fanfiction, and this fic, as the first I ever wrote and published, will always hold a very special place in my heart. Now, 15 years later, I have decided to revamp the story, fixing issues related to formatting, grammar and clarity. The need for this was brought to my attention by an old friend, wolf-girl87, and so I thank her so very much for motivating me to take this on! I will try my best to not change the integrity of the fic through my editing. I'm currently a grad student, so updates will come as I have time to do them. I hope you enjoy the revamp!
The Girl with the Bright Blue Eyes
"Hey!" Chichi said while snapping her fingers in front of her friend's face. "Earth to Bulma! Hello? Is anyone in there?!"
"Huh? What?" Bulma asked sounding a little dazed.
"You ditz," Chichi said on a sigh, as she plopped down in her chair. "You promised me that if I came to study hall with you that you'd help me with Biology and English Lit! But nooo. Instead I find that you've totally abandoned me here by zoning out again!"
"Ugh. Calm down, Chi. I haven't "abandoned" you. I was just...uh...just thinking about something," Bulma said with a small smile on her face. It seemed as if she wasn't even aware that she was doing it.
Chichi glanced at her friend, and smiled wickedly.
"'Something,' eh? Are you sure you didn't mean someone?" she asked, now grinning.
Bulma's eyes widened and she blushed.
She covered her face with her hands, in an attempt to avoid Chichi's gaze.
"Chichi, stop! That's a crazy idea! You know I'm going out with Yamucha!" Bulma protested.
"Yeah, whatever!" Chichi said while rolling her eyes.
"You know you two are gonna break up. You even said so yourself!" Chichi reminded.
Bulma lowered her head and pouted.
"I know, but we're trying to work things out..." she muttered.
"What's there to work out? He's cheated on you twice. Who knows if he's flirting with some blonde bimbo right at this moment?" Chichi asked, tone harsh. But she immediately regretted it when she saw the impact her words had on her friend. Bulma clearly hadn't wanted to hear that.
Chichi let out a sigh and gave Bulma a warm smile.
"Come on, my super cool brainy best bud in the whole world-" Chichi began, but was quickly cut off by Bulma.
"Stop sucking up!" Bulma scolded, but then grinned.
"Of course I'll help you study! Even though you are pretty much a lost cause," Bulma joked.
"I am not!" Chichi said smacking Bulma lightly on the arm.
"Hey! Quiet at table 6!" the study hall attendant called out, a tight frown on her face.
Bulma and Chichi both clapped their hands over their mouth, but couldn't help the giggles that began to slip out. They ducked their heads when the attendant gave them a dirty look, and tried to quiet themselves down.
Meanwhile Vegeta was walking past study hall on his way—yet again—to the main office. Apparently it was because of "class misconduct" or something like that, but Vegeta was of the opinion that the teachers here just took things way too seriously. As he passed by the slightly ajar door, he heard giggling, and peeked in.
Bulma and Kakarot's girlfriend, Chichi, were in there conspiratorially giggling like fools.
'Hmph,' he thought to himself as he turned down the hall. 'I don't know why she hangs out with someone like Chichi anyways. I don't know why she hangs out with any of us. She's probably the smartest person in this school, but she acts dumb when she's around us.'
Vegeta turned down a different hallway, purposefully bypassing the main office.
'Whenever she's by herself she's so different. I think she acts the way she does so we don't feel stupid. It's like she's got split personalities or something. One day she's Bulma, chess champion and junior genius. The next day she's just the pretty girl with the bright blue eyes laughing while we watch stupid movies,' he thought with a frown.
'Very pretty,' he thought to himself. 'Just untouchable goods.'
He strolled down another corner, to room 214, seeing if he could peek in at Kakarot, who he knew should be in Math that very moment.
That Adorably Lovable Goof
Goku was sitting in his Math class, a class in which he was already having a hard time maintaining a passing grade, and found himself struggling to concentrate. The reason for his current predicament? His best friend, Vegeta, standing by the door and making stupid—distracting—faces at him.
And then he couldn't help it. Goku started giggling.
A red head next to him shushed him, but Goku just started to laugh harder as Vegeta began making exaggerated fish faces, and seeing him like that was hilarious.
"Shit. Ms. Rane's looking," the girl whispered.
Goku had tried to keep his laughter as quiet as he could, but now he was openly laughing, so hard that tears were coming to his eyes.
"Mr. Son!" Ms. Rane, the Math teacher, called out sternly. "What is the meaning of this? Is something the matter?"
"Uh..." Goku started, floundering for a reasonable excuse.
He blushed when he thought about a possible explanation he could give. It was particularly embarrassing.
"I… I uh… I gotta pee so bad, I think I'm gonna burst..." he said as he feigned a grimaced and squeezed his knees together.
The class burst out in laughter.
"Hmph," Ms. Rane said as she sneered at him. "You kids today can't even hold it in. Well, since you seemed like you were dying, I guess I should let you go. Come and get the pass."
Blushing, Goku rose to his feet.
As he walked down the aisle, one of the other students said, "Hope you didn't wet yourself!"
The class burst out into more peals of laughter.
Goku grabbed the hall pass and quickly exited the room.
"Attention! Settle down!" he heard the teacher call as the door swung shut behind him.
When he was outside he breathed a sigh of relief, before looking up to see Vegeta leaning against a locker looking at him, quizzically.
"You know what?" Goku asked.
"What?" Vegeta replied as he started down the hall.
"You got me in trouble," Goku said, pouting, as he followed him.
"How so?" Vegeta asked.
Goku explained the "incident" in class, and frowned as Vegeta started laughing.
"It's not funny! I think I almost did wet my pants. You were hilarious!" Goku said, already grinning in response to his friend's amusement.
"I don't think I was that funny," Vegeta said.
"Well you never do things like that. So seeing you do it is hella funny. Like funny imminent power," Goku said.
"You mean infinite power," Vegeta corrected with a laugh. "But, yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just an unpredictable guy."
Goku laughed and shook his head.
"Hey, fourth period's almost done, and the girls are in study hall so they'll get out early too. Why don't we head to lunch, and be first in line?" Vegeta offered.
Goku glanced at his watch.
"Vegeta, isn't it still cutting class if you don't go back after you use the bathroom? Plus we still have 15 minutes left in the period. I'll get in trouble if I don't get back," Goku said.
"So what? I was supposed to go to the main office for "class misconduct" and I didn't go. I'll probably get suspended or something,' but you don't see me shaking in my boots," Vegeta said.
"Whatever then," Goku said, shrugging and clasping his hands behind his head nonchalantly. "I'm really hungry."
"You always are, Kakarot," Vegeta smirked.
The Crazy Girl with the Onyx Eyes
"Bulma," Chichi whispered.
"What?" Bulma whispered back. She didn't even bother to look up from her book as she turned another page while twirling a strand of her hair.
"Pay attention to me!" Chichi demanded.
Bulma glanced up, giving Chichi a 'well? look.
Chichi rolled her eyes.
"Look we've only got ten minutes left of study hall. Let's sneak out. Maybe we'll see Yamucha and Goku- kun."
For some reason that didn't seem all that great to Bulma, and the expression on her face apparently told Chichi all she needed to know.
"Come on," Chichi whined.
"Maybe you'll see whoever you were day-dreaming about earlier in the hall," Chichi said waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Bulma's face reddened slightly.
"Shut up," she mumbled as she stuffed her books into her backpack.
"Let's go!" Chichi rushed. "Nine minutes 'til class is over."
"Hey!" Bulma protested as Chichi actually grabbed her arm and dragged her out.
The brunette was surprisingly strong for a petite 17 year old. It made her think of the impressive strength all of her friends—Son-kun, Vegeta, Krillin, and Yamucha—seemed to have.
'Am I the only normal one in this group?!' she screamed in her head, as Chichi man-handled her into the hall.
The Comic Reilef
"Krillin! You're too much!" a girl with brown hair giggled, as she slapped the bald-headed teen playfully on his arm.
Juuhachi-gou just rolled her eyes.
"Well," Krillin continued. "This guy walks into a bar and-"
"We've heard that one already, Krillin," Juuhachi-gou said, rolling her eyes.
"Nuh uh, this one's different," Krillin protested.
"Continue!" the crowd, which consisted of about seven or eight of their classmates, insisted.
"Well, he sits at the bar and he hails the waiter. Keep in mind this guy has a speaking problem and he puts big spaces between his words. Well, he tells the bartender he wants a Jack Daniels. He says it like, 'I wanna Jerk. Daniels.' The bartender looks at him funny. 'You want Jerk?' the bartender asks. 'I said I wanna. Jerk Daniel," the guy repeated. So the bartender just shrugs and says, "okay….' Ten minutes later a guy comes up to the guy at the bar and sits down. 'So you the guy who wants a hand job?' the new guy asks. 'What?!' the first guy screams. 'What's your problem?' the new guy replied. 'The bartender said you wanted Daniel to jerk you off. Well here I am!'"
The little crowd around Krillin was quiet for a second then they started howling with laughter.
Juuhachi-gou rolled her eyes again.
Krillin let out a sigh of relief; he hadn't thought they would laugh.
'Being funny is such a hard job...' he thought to himself.
"Tell another one!" a pair of blonde twins giggled.
'Here we go again,' thought as he grinned.
"So, there were these two nuns…"
Yamucha glanced over the top of his book, surreptitiously checking out the curvy brunette sitting across from him yet again. Her name was Rae.
Just thinking about her—and what they could do together—had him feeling hot all over.
Allowing his eyes to drag down her body all he could think was that she looked insanely hot, sitting there like that, with a lock of her curly, jet black, hair wrapped around one of her fingers.
'She looks like Bulma...' he thought. 'Just better.'
He smirked. He knew this girl would probably do anything if he just asked. She was wearing a tight black sleeveless turtleneck, which highlighted her impressive chest, making it stand out in a delectable way.
And then Rae suddenly looked up, catching him in the act of his obvious staring. Yamucha froze, wondering if she was going to give him a tongue-lashing. But instead, her lashes lowered slighting and she smiled at him, flirtatiously.
He grinned and ducked back down into his book as the teacher walked by.
'She'll be in by bed by the end of this week,' he thought with a grin.
The Calm, Cool, and Confident Techno Chick
When the bell rang, Juuhachi-gou quickly got to her feet and grabbed Krillin by the collar, "escorting" him down the hall to her locker.
"What do you think you're doing, Krillin?" she asked, trying to keep her voice at a calm tone.
"What do ya mean, Juuhachi?" Krillin asked smiling at her.
"Don't give me that shit!" 18 yelled, her already thin patience easily snapping. "You were just all too happy to sit there on your scrawny little ass as a bunch of thirsty bitches hung around you like you were some kind of rock star and they were your groupies!"
"Whoo hoo, Krillin!" Yamucha crowed as he walked by. "She's really feisty today, isn't she?"
Krillin rolled his eyes but looked back at Juuhachi-gou when she smacked him on his shiny, bald head. Even though it didn't really hurt, Krillin let out a perfunctory "ow," hoping to gain some sympathy from her. Unfortunately, it didn't, as Juuhachi-gou continued to tear into him.
Krillin was used to this, and found his mind wandering. And as he continued to watch the retreating form of Yamcha walking down the hall he noticed that some strange girl with black hair was walking next to Yamucha, shoulder a little too familiarly close to his. They were walking side by side like a couple would. But that was a place Bulma was supposed to be in. Not this mystery girl.
But Krillin couldn't linger on those thoughts for too long, as Juuhachi-gou's voice cut into his musings.
"Are you even listening to me?!" she yelled.
Krillin glanced at her.
"Are you jealous, Juuhachi?" he asked, giving her the playful smile he knew she loved so much.
Juuhachi-gou melted, as always, but covered it up by crossing her arms over her chest and saying, in a cool, clipped tone, "Yeah right. Why would I ever be jealous about you?"
"Aw," Krillin said pretending to be hurt by her words. "You're puttin' daggers in my heart, babe!"
"Don't worry," she said as she leaned over and kissed his bald head, "it's okay for it to have a little damage. It's not like I'll be returning it or anything."
The Stud in the Leather & Jeans
"Gosh," a girl at a nearby table said, voice dripping with awe. "You guys sure do eat a lot!"
"Is that so?" Vegeta asked, giving her a devilish smirk. "Well, we need a lot of food to keep up all these muscles. See?"
He then proceeded to flex his bicep for her and gave her a wink.
"Oh my-! Wow!" she said as she blushed and turned around.
"Vegeta," Goku scolded. "You're way too forward with girls. That's why you keep scarin' 'em away."
"Hey," Vegeta said as he shrugged. "What else would I want with her except for a good lay?"
Goku saw the back of the girl they were talking about visibly stiffen.
"You jerk!" the girl's friend said to Vegeta.
He just smirked at her, clearly unapologetic, and she and her friend got up in a huff, moving to another table.
"See," Goku said as he slapped his forehead in exasperation. "You literally repel girls! That's why you can't get any good people to go out with you!"
"Hey, when I'm ready to be led around like a dog, like you, chrome dome, and that asshole Yamucha, I'll go look for a girl to get serious with," Vegeta said nonchalantly.
"We're not led around like dogs..." Goku said, frowning.
"Sure you're not, Kakarot!" Vegeta said sarcastically.
"Nuh uh. We just get a good feeling when we do things for the girls we love. You would know if you ever found someone you actually felt something for," Goku protested.
"Ugh," Vegeta said, making a face. "All this talk about love is literally making me sick! Official change of subject."
"Fine," Goku said, sighing. "So what do you wanna talk about instead?"
"What do you think, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked.
"Ok, well I heard Yamucha in the locker room, and he was talkin' about a date he had last night. Looks like he's cheating again." Goku said, a dark look passing over his features.
"I told you he was an asshole," Vegeta said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was old news.
Goku just nodded, and he went on to relate to Vegeta the other events that had transpired that day during first period gym.
But Vegeta was only barely listening as Goku talked. He was still thinking about what Goku had told him about Yamucha. The news bothered him more than he'd be willing to let on. He practically hated Yamucha. And It wasn't just because the guy was slimy and too cocky for his own good. No. More than anything, it was because of the way the actions Yamucha took had such a deep impact on Bulma. She was always so hurt after finding out Yamucha had cheated. Yet again.
But, it wasn't like Vegeta had a particular soft spot for Bulma or anything. No. He just… he just hated it when someone took advantage of a person who didn't deserve it. There was no honor in that.
Yeah. That's all it was.
A/N: Thanks for reading! xoxo