"So, what'd you do?" The teenager's tone was only mildly interested. She cast big black eyes upon her new roommate, who finally hung up the cell phone she had been ranting into. It was most likely a story she'd heard many times before, judging by what she overheard on the phone.

"What?" The blue-haired roommate asked absently, still fuming from her prior conversation as she hurled her luggage onto the bed.

"It's a simple question." She turned to give her full attention, her hands on her hips with annoyance at not receiving a quick answer. "Why are you here?" She raised a perfectly shaped brow in a show of intimidation. Had to make an impression on the new roommate.

"Why do you assume I did something wrong?" The newbie challenged, redirecting her animosity from the prior caller to her pushy roommate. The roommate raised her eyebrows in unamused disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? I heard you on the phone. Mommy and Daddy made you come, and you sure as hell don't want to be here." The new girl's blue eyes softened and she frowned apologetically as she opened her mouth to speak, but the veteran roommate waved her off dismissively. "Not that I blame you. No one wants to be here, even if it is the most prestigious boarding school in the country."

"You mean the most prestigious all girls boarding school. This totally sucks!" The new girl exclaimed as she plopped on the bed, her pleated mini skirt flying up with the momentum and momentarily exposing her panties. The roommate smirked in amusement at the new girl's attitude.

"I'm Chi-Chi Mao. What's your name?" She finally decided to ditch her earlier question, knowing she wasn't getting an answer right now.

"Bulma Briefs." The girl answered reluctantly with a mortified frown. Chi-Chi chuckled, unable to contain herself.

"I should have recognized you. I just didn't expect to have a celebrity for a roommate. I guess I don't need you to answer my other question. The tabloids already took care of that for you, Bulma." Chi-Chi replied with a smile, lifting one foot to rest on her chair for a more comfortable position. She planned to be involved a long conversation now.

"Yeah, well. So what?" Bulma answered defensively, unable to think of a wittier retort in her current bad mood. Chi-Chi softened, feeling somewhat bad for the girl. If she was Bulma, she'd be pretty damn pissed about being here, too. At least Chi-Chi was used to this place.

"So nothing." Chi-Chi answered with a shrug. "One good thing about this place, just about everybody here can relate. Everybody that is sent here in their later years of school did something messed up that their parents are trying desperately to fix with this place." Chi-Chi answered with a sardonically dramatic roll of her eyes. Bulma smiled at Chi-Chi, finally feeling some camaraderie from her roommate.

"So what did you do?" Bulma asked curiously, throwing the question back at Chi-Chi.

"Me?" Chi-Chi smiled brightly. "I didn't do anything. I'm a lifer. This is the only high school I've attended. My father sent me because he's rich and pretentious." Chi-Chi smiled saucily. Bulma nodded, unsure what to talk about now. "So…you'll want to know about the place, I guess." Chi-Chi commented, feigning boredom as she observed her fingernails closely. Seeing a chip, she quickly turned to her desk, retrieved her nail file and worked fastidiously to correct it as she spoke.

"Yeah. I suppose." Bulma responded uninterestedly, really having no choice in the matter.

"Across the hall, you've got Launch Sneezi and Lazuli Gero. Lazuli's a lifer like me. My best friend. Everyone calls her 18. She's pretty antisocial to newcomers, though. Just a heads up." Chi-Chi interrupted her manicure to give Bulma a meaningful look in aid of her warning, making Bulma wonder just how unpleasant Lazuli, or 18, could be. "It's good you're my roommate, though. She'll have to warm up to you eventually." Bulma smiled sarcastically, as if she really appreciated the great perks of her roommate's status.

"So what'd Launch do?" Bulma asked curiously, realizing she might have more in common with that one. Chi-Chi laughed.

"What hasn't Launch done?" Chi-Chi gazed towards the door, as if she could see into the room across the hall. "She's a crazy bitch, that one. Just came here last year. Ms. Ranfan fucking hates her." Chi-Chi stood and headed to her closet, organizing her garments as she spoke. Bulma frowned at Chi-Chi's multitasking. Was it really so hard for her roommate to give her full attention on the first day?

"Next door, Maron Azure." Chi-Chi stated with a lazy point over her shoulder. "She's a flighty bimbo. Not much more to know about that one. I think her parents sent her here for giving her teacher a blow job or something. She rooms with some girl…I forget her name." Chi-Chi shrugged indifferently as Bulma furrowed her brows in confusion at Chi-Chi's back. She couldn't remember the girl's name right next door?

"Did she just get here this year, too?" Bulma asked what she figured was the only reasonable explanation. Chi-Chi shook her head and turned around.

"No. I just don't talk to her. I'm not sure how long she's been here, but she is really boring and ugly." Bulma rolled her eyes. God, why did she have to have one of those girls for a roommate? Chi-Chi glared back at Bulma as if reading her mind.

"I am not superficial!" Chi-Chi denied, holding her head high. "I just know who my friends are, and who's worth knowing. Okay?" Chi-Chi asked, as if that settled it. Bulma shrugged. Whatever.

"What about the teachers? Anyone to watch out for?" Bulma asked as she turned to her bed, figuring it was about time to begin unpacking. She opened her luggage, noticing Chi-Chi eyeing her belongings with curiosity. She glanced back at Chi-Chi, who still had not answered her question.

"You've got some nice clothes, Bulma." Chi-Chi commented with an approving smile as Bulma pulled out a designer day dress, printed in bright florals with a plunging halter neckline. Bulma smiled smugly as she continued unpacking.

"Thanks."

"Ah, teachers." Chi-Chi mused thoughtfully, returning to Bulma's question. "They're all female. They don't employ males here, for anything. Apparently there were incidents in the past." Chi-Chi laughed. "Not surprising, seeing that half the girls here are being corrected for sexual deviancy of some sort. Even the maintenance workers are female here." Chi-Chi smirked in amusement, as did Bulma. Bulma shook her head, just imagining how much trouble the school goes through for that issue.

"So, Ranfan is just a total bitch. She goes out of her way to make us look bad in class, and disciplines like crazy. I don't think there's ever been a class where she did not give somebody a detention. And she's a slut. Talks about her sexual exploits sometimes, just to rub it in our faces that we don't have any guys around here." Chi-Chi frowned deeply, showing obvious hatred for the teacher. "Then Mai is just super strict. She's pretty harmless, though. If you follow her rules. Just watch out you don't bring anything valuable into class. She likes to steal shit for herself. Says she's 'confiscating' it." Chi-Chi added, using her fingers for air quotes. "Baba is the headmistress here. She's an ugly, ornery little old lady. Yells like crazy with that screechy voice of hers. Aside from them, the rest of the teachers here are alright." Chi-Chi stopped talking and jumped in surprise as there was a knock at the door. Chi-Chi went to answer it while Bulma quickly opened her drawers and began putting her clothes away.

"Hey, babe. Come in." Chi-Chi greeted sweetly as she swung the door open wider and Bulma glanced over her shoulder in curiosity. A girl with shoulder-length straight blonde hair walked into the room. Her tough attitude preceded her, which was contradicted by her casual, well-coordinated designer outfit. She stepped toward Bulma, cocking her head and inspecting her with piercing ice-blue eyes.

"Who's this, Chi-Chi?" She asked, as if Bulma was not in the room.

"That's Bulma. Bulma Briefs." Chi-Chi answered with a smirk. "She's my new roommate." The other girl chuckled darkly, clearly recognizing Bulma's name as well. Bulma figured this must be 18, Chi-Chi's friend.

"Can I hang in here for a while? Launch is taking a nap. There's no way in hell I'm risking waking her up." The blonde commented as she plopped down on Chi-Chi's bed without waiting for permission.

"Yeah, sure." Chi-Chi said indifferently. "Bulma, meet 18." Chi-Chi finally introduced with a lazy wave towards their visitor.

"Hey." 18 said, staring and studying Bulma from afar. Bulma felt awkward by the introduction, but waved to 18 in a friendly manner.

"Hi." Bulma answered, frowning and returning to her activity as she felt no need to engage with 18 any further. 18 had a notebook and pen in hand, and was quickly busying herself with her own silent work. Chi-Chi had switched on her computer, and was putting headphones on as she sat to begin her own isolated activity. Bulma finished unpacking, sliding her suitcase under her bed as she turned to observe the other girls. Perhaps she should get out of the room and explore the place. Perhaps she should call somebody. It would be nice to talk to her old friends, the ones she was forced to abandon from her old high school.

Just because she hacked into the school system and altered her friends' grades, her parents sent her here, away from her entire life. Bulma crossed her arms as she fumed at the memory, blowing her blue wispy bangs out of her eyes in annoyance. It wasn't her fault she was the only one of her friends who was a genius. Was she supposed to just let them fail? She was helping, dammit! And they called that a crime. What bullshit! Bulma squeezed her arms tight, her fingernails digging into her skin as she clenched her teeth and felt her anger building at being stuck here. No boys? What the hell did she do to deserve being taken away from boys? She reached second base with her boyfriend already, and was planning on finally giving it up to him this year. Now what? Now she had to wait until after graduation? A hormonal teenager should not be subjected to this treatment!

"Here it comes." 18's shallow voice sounded from across the room, though Bulma thought she might have imagined it. She stared, perplexed at the sudden announcement, which broke her from her furious internal rant. 18's eyes had never left her notebook, and she continued to scribble without missing a beat. If it weren't for Chi-Chi removing her headphones and glancing curiously toward 18, Bulma would be certain that she never really heard anything. Chi-Chi smiled at Bulma, looking quite amused.

"What?" Bulma asked, somewhat confused, somewhat defensive.

"What are you thinking about?" Chi-Chi asked knowingly with a smirk plastered on her face.

"I'm pissed off, alright?" Bulma answered defensively, uncrossing her arms with surprise at the pain she had subconsciously inflicted with her fingernails.

"Just let it out, Bulma. Everyone has their outburst once they settle here." 18 chimed in quietly, still working fiercely on whatever she was drawing.

"Not me!" Bulma exclaimed stubbornly. She refused to do what everyone else did. She would be different. She was Bulma Briefs, dammit! It was time she started acting like a famous heiress. Bulma stood up quickly, grabbing her purse and heading out the door, slamming it behind her. Chi-Chi and 18 glanced at each other after she left.

"So she'll take a little longer than the others." 18 decided with a shrug. Chi-Chi shook her head in disagreement.

"No." Chi-Chi answered thoughtfully. She smiled to herself and rubbed her chin. "I think Bulma might be different." 18 looked at Chi-Chi, surprised with her assumption. "This should be a fun year, 18."

"108, 108…108." A teenage boy repeated the number as he scurried down the hall, glancing at every door he passed. A few others shuffled by, ignoring the obviously lost one as he was currently in the 120s and confused, because the hall was awkwardly arranged with some turns here and there. He could not follow the way the numbering changed at each angular bend in the hall. He stopped and scratched his bald head, muttering to himself about why he had to be here.

He sighed and resumed walking, having no other option as he dragged his suitcase aimlessly through the hall. A few more guys passed him, until one doubled back and studied him curiously. He turned around to eye his observer, feeling awkward with the attention. He didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with anyone here, and in his current irritable state, he was likely to make a bad impression.

"Lost?" The guy guessed, crossing his arms and cocking his head. The boy sighed heavily and craned his neck upward, cursing his short stature as he addressed the much taller student.

"No, it's alright. I'll find my own way." He explained gruffly, forcing a smile before hurrying away again. He heard the pursuit of footsteps, and tried to ignore them, but knew the guy was following him and had seen him checking the doors for numbers. He spun around in defeat, crying out his frustration. "Yes! I'm lost, okay? I'm new here." He felt as if he just made a major confession as the tall guy before him chuckled amicably.

"Yeah, I figured as much. What room are you looking for?" He asked, placing his hands casually in his jeans pockets. As nice as this guy seemed, the boy could not help being intimidated by him. He looked strong and confident, much more so than he was. He gulped nervously before answering.

"108. Do you know where it is?" He asked, defeated as he scuffed his foot on the ground.

"Yeah! Hey! You're Yamcha's new roommate!" The taller student exclaimed excitedly, so much so that the smaller guy jumped fearfully at the sudden outburst. "Come on, this way!" He exclaimed as he waved his hand and hurried down the hall in the opposite direction from where they were headed. "What's your name?" He asked as he smiled over his shoulder, not slowing down in the slightest, though the boy was having trouble keeping up with his heavy luggage.

"Hey, can you slow down?" He huffed wearily as the guy spun around, suddenly realizing the difficulty his follower was having. He smiled broadly as he watched the other catching up. His smile quickly turned to a very serious expression.

"Nice to meet you, Heycanyouslowdown." The boy stopped, frowning in disbelief at the serious formality. Did this guy really believe that was his name?

"No. My name is Krillin. Krillin Yamabushi." He insisted, extending his hand for a handshake. The other laughed loudly, slapping his hand hard before grasping it tightly. Krillin pulled his hand back, shaking off the pain from that harsh handshake.

"I'm just fucking with you, Krillin. I saw your name printed there on your luggage earlier, anyways." The guy answered with an amused chuckle as he resumed leading the way down the hall.

"Good. For a minute there I just thought you were really stupid." Krillin mumbled to himself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing!" Krillin exclaimed hastily with a nervous laugh. "Well, thanks for showing me to my room." Krillin grumbled with annoyance, his irritation shining through again after that embarrassing conversation.

"No problem. I'm Goku, by the way." He added, glancing over his shoulder again. "Yamcha's been wondering who he'd be stuck with this year." Goku glanced over his shoulder again, inspecting Krillin curiously. "You seem like an alright guy." He decided with a shrug before stopping. "Here it is." He said as he prepared to knock, until Krillin waved him aside.

"This is my room." Krillin said pointedly, proudly showing Goku the key he retrieved from his pocket. Goku nodded, stepping back as Krillin unlocked the door. The room was empty as Krillin stepped in, his anxiety fading as he was prepared to meet his roommate. "Guess I'll be meeting Yamcha later." Krillin mumbled as he headed to the pristine bed in the room, obviously the one that would be his, as the other was surrounded by belongings.

"There's nothing to worry about." Goku assured Krillin as he leaned against the doorframe. "Yamcha's a nice guy. You'll get along fine." He decided. Krillin smiled at Goku and nodded thankfully. "I was just heading to the mess hall." Goku explained, pointing a thumb over his shoulder in the right direction. "If you want, you can head down there with me, or meet us there after you unpack." Goku offered.

"I think I'll unpack first. Maybe I'll see you later." Krillin suggested, feeling weary from his travels and frustrations. He definitely wanted to settle more before meeting more people. He turned to his suitcase, opening it as he wanted to unpack as quickly as possible.

"You'll definitely see me later. My room's right across the hall." Goku said hastily. "See ya!" Krillin turned around to say goodbye to Goku, shocked to see him gone already, the door left open. Krillin shrugged to himself and went to shut the door.

"Guy must have been in a hurry to eat." He muttered to himself with a shrug as he resumed his unpacking and settled into his room.

Unpacked and settled, Krillin decided to lie down and rest for a while. He kicked off his shoes and was just seated on his bed when the door opened. He startled and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his roommate. The guy was about as tall as Goku, which Krillin noted resentfully. He also had black hair like him, but it was in a short, spiky style, unlike Goku's longer, more wayward black spikes. "Hi!" Krillin said, trying not to laugh when the guy jumped in surprise at his presence.

"Geez, give a guy a heart attack!" Yamcha complained as he walked into the room, closing the door and throwing his keys on his bed. "You my new roommate?" Yamcha asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at the short bald guy sitting on the other bed.

"No. I'm your new teacher." Krillin answered with guttural sarcasm.

"Ugh. Not you, too." Yamcha complained, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms with chagrin.

"What do you mean?" Krillin asked warily. This didn't seem like they were getting off on the right foot.

"My last roommate was obnoxiously sarcastic. Please say you're not." Yamcha pleaded, leaning forward in an exasperated posture. Krillin laughed nervously.

"I do tend to be sarcastic sometimes…" Krillin admitted while Yamcha groaned. "But no one's ever complained about it before! I actually think I'm quite funny." Krillin added proudly with a smug smile. Yamcha cast Krillin a dubious look and shook his head. "I'm Krillin!" Krillin introduced, extending his hand for a handshake. Yamcha accepted it, and Krillin appreciated that it was not the same bone-crushing handshake Goku gave.

"Yamcha." Yamcha responded with a frown. Definitely not off to a good start.

"I met your friend, Goku, earlier." Krillin said with a hopeful smile. Maybe the bridge of a mutual acquaintance would help improve things here. Yamcha smiled right away.

"Yeah? Where'd he go?" Yamcha asked with interest.

"Um…he was heading to the mess hall." Krillin remembered, feeling successful as Yamcha finally smiled back at him.

"Figures. You wanna go?" Yamcha asked, grabbing a jacket and seemingly in a hurry to catch up to Goku and the others. Krillin shrugged. Might as well. He followed Yamcha, locking the door behind him as Yamcha led the way. "So, what brings you to Korin Military Academy?" Yamcha asked, using a clearly disdainful tone towards the name of this facility.

"My grandparents." Krillin grumbled, his own disdain blatantly obvious. Yamcha raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never heard anyone so resentful of their grandparents, and that was not anywhere close to the standard reasons.

"Your grandparents?" Yamcha questioned, looking down at Krillin in pure confusion.

"Yeah. My parents died last year."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yamcha answered sincerely.

"And they left everything to my grandparents until I'm eighteen…including me." Krillin grumbled.

"So…they shipped you off to military school?" Yamcha asked in disbelief. Krillin nodded. "Man. That's harsh. Right after your parents just died. And you're graduating this year?" Krillin nodded again. They roomed in the senior hall. It really was an unnecessary question. "That's really harsh. One lousy year and they stick you here." Yamcha shook his head sympathetically.

"Yep. Really sucks." Krillin exhaled loudly as he tried to ease his frustration with his situation.

"Look. I just started here last year. I was in trouble, like most guys here." Yamcha leaned into Krillin, whispering as they walked. "Stealing shit. But don't tell anyone. They still don't have any proof." Yamcha stated, winking as he pulled away again. "But it gets better. A lot of the guys here are really cool. Stick with Goku, he's been here forever. Knows his way around the place, if you know what I mean." Krillin nodded, though he didn't fully understand what Yamcha was implying. "His roommate is an asshole, if you ask me. You might want to avoid him, though Goku doesn't have any problems with him. Goku doesn't have problems with anyone, really. He's a pretty popular guy." Yamcha sure seemed fond of Goku. "Tien and Piccolo are alright. They room together just down the hall from us. They're both bald and tall, and pretty damn serious all the time." Yamcha explained as Krillin took mental notes, trying to remember all the names and descriptions. Krillin sighed. This was all well and good, but this school was seriously lacking from his last one. One immensely important thing was missing.

"I'm going to miss the girls." Krillin sighed thoughtfully. Yamcha punched his arm lightly.

"You got that right! Everything gets better, but that! I'm suffering over here, man! None of my friends seem to care, either! I feel like I'm struggling alone!" Yamcha sounded very frustrated, and Krillin grimaced as he realized the truth behind Yamcha's words. Would he feel that desperate after a year in this place? Sure, that was all the time he needed to spend here. But how would he make it through the year?