My Cruddy High School Story
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
~~~~Like the title? I couldn't really think of a good one. Anyways the dragonball characters that are in this fic are in their senior year and it's the first day of school. I think Schools are different in every state as far as the order that core classes are taken and such so if it seems weird then sorry their school works like mine does.~~~~
~~~~I got a review from someone who got upset because they're a v/b fan and they don't like to see them with other people. This kinda ruins things but if people are gonna be pissed about it let me just tell you one thing. There is no odd coupling in this fic. Just because you think something's gonna happen doesn't mean it actually is.~~~~
"You know who they are?" Bulma whispered to the girl sitting next to her.
"Yeah they just moved in next door to me." Chichi responded.
"Have you talked to them?"
"Not really. I went over there to say hi but no one answered."
"Oh. Well let's just say hi now!" Bulma positioned herself on her knees and looked over the back of the seat in front of her. "Hi! I'm Bulma Briefs. What's your name?"
The blonde girl glanced over at her brother. He looked back at her and sighed. "I'm 17 and this is my sister, 18."
Bulma made a weird face, ". . .That's nice. . .But what are your names?"
The two siblings gave the same aggravated sigh.
Bulma tilted her head to the side. "Hm?"
Chichi pulled her friend back and whispered into her ear, "Bulma, their names actually ARE 17 and 18."
Bulma's eyes widened, "Really???"
"Yes."
Bulma pulled her legs from underneath herself and sat back against the bus seat.
"Yeah, Chichi said they just moved into the house next to her."
Krillin nudged Goku, "The blonde one's kinda cute. Don't you think so Vegeta?" He looked at the teen in the seat next to him.
"Humph." Vegeta crossed his arms and looked out the bus window.
*****
"Alright now is there anybody who doesn't have their schedule?" The short, gray haired woman looked around the class room, waiting for someone to raise their hand. ". . .No? Good. Now when the bell rings it'll be time to go to your first class. For those of you who aren't familiar with our block system, listen carefully. Each of your classes have numbers beside them. The odd numbered classes are for A-days and the even numbered classes are for B-days. If your second class is in the A or B wing then you'll have first lunch if you're in the C or D wing then you'll have second lunch. Any questions?"
Vegeta raised his hand.
"Yes?"
Vegeta grinned a devilish grin, "Did ya miss me teach?"
The woman at the front of class shuttered a bit and walked over to her desk. ~Thank goodness he's not in my English class anymore~
18 turned her head to the side slightly and glanced at Vegeta. ~He's pretty good looking. No, screw that, the guys hot!~
Vegeta caught her eye and looked towards her.
18 quickly looked away and her cheeks turned pink.
~That new girl is a hotty~ Vegeta smirked and looked back towards the front of the class.
17 nudged his sister. "We only have two classes together."
18 looked at his schedule and sighed, "Yeah. That really sucks. I hate this place, I hate this school, I hate these people." She looked around at the see of people in bright colored clothing, excluding Vegeta and her brother.
"I know 18 but we have to deal with it for now. Just one year and we'll be out of here and we won't have to deal with these people anymore."
"Yeah I know."
*Bong!*
"Dismissed."
The students got up from their seats and rushed out of the room.
*****
"Welcome to Graphics two." The teacher crossed his arms and looked around at the small amount of students. He looked at his paper, "Thomas?"
"Here."
"Vegeta."
"Yo."
"Uh. . .Eigh. . .teen?"
The door suddenly swung open and a flustered blonde came walking through.
"Who are you?"
"I'm 18, sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the class." 18 looked around. The room had computers against three of the walls and there was a huge table in the center that had glass on the surface and a switch on the side to turn the light inside on or off. Besides herself, there were only four students in the room. There was another room connected to this one, which had a lot of equipment and machinery.
"Alright well take a seat."
18 sat down in one of the computer chairs away from everyone else.
"Ok, Goku?"
"Here."
"Bulma?"
"Present!"
"Alright well for those of you that don't know, I'm Mr. Hucks." He looked around for a moment, "As a matter of fact the only student that wasn't here for graphics one is miss 18. Ok well the rest of you guys know how it goes, I don't currently have a project for you but I have some work that I need to get finished so talk amongst yourselves." He walked into his small office and shut the door.
Goku, Vegeta, and Bulma were all sitting close together and quickly began in a conversation.
18 looked around and sighed. The only other person was a guy that was sitting at the light table playing with a razor.
"Hey girl!"
18 looked towards the group of three with a curious expression.
"Come sit over here." Goku pulled out the chair beside him and turned it so that it faced the group.
18 got up slowly then walked over to them and sat in the chair.
"Hi!" Bulma smiled and waved cheerfully. "So how do you like the school so far?"
"It sucks." She replied bluntly.
Bulma's eyes widened a bit but Vegeta just grinned.
"Hey I like her." Goku put his hand on 18's back for a moment, "You should hang with us more often. We're kind of our own group. Well the three of us and Krillin and Chichi. If you sit with us at lunch you'll meet them."
18 nodded slightly.
"So who was that guy you were with earlier? Your brother?"
"Yeah."
Goku put his hand out towards Vegeta, "Cha ching!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and placed five dollars in Goku's hand.
18 gave them an odd look but decided not to ask. "So do you guys actually do anything in this class?"
Bulma shook her head and sighed. "Well Mr. Hucks isn't the greatest teacher in the world and he's busy with other things. I think last year we only did work like twelve classes all together. There were also a lot more kids last year but they probably didn't come back because the lack of things to do."
*****
"Mr. Madison, I don't get this equation!" Chichi yelled while waving her hand in the air.
The teacher looked towards her and sighed, "If you'll wait for a moment please, I'm helping another student."
"Humph." Chichi crossed her arms and pouted.
17 glanced at Chichi's paper then reached over and wrote something on it.
Chichi looked at him then looked down at her paper and her eyes widened. "That's it!" She scribbled something on her paper then looked back at 17 and smiled brightly. "Thank you."
"You're that chick that lives next door right?"
"Yeah."
"That's what I thought." 17 looked back down and continued his work.
Chichi blinked and gazed at him with a blank expression.
*****
"It's not THAT bad 18." 17 pulled his key out of his pocket and opened the front door to their house.
They walked inside and dropped their bags on the floor. 18 plopped down on the couch and sighed. "The little bald one kept staring at me during lunch."
He walked up to the couch. "Yeah I noticed. But that's not so bad is it?"
18 moved her legs to let 17 sit down. "Bulma won't keep her mouth shut and Chichi's all over Goku who practically ate all the food the cafeteria had."
"What about that other guy?"
"Hm? Oh Vegeta. . ." She suddenly got a dreamy look in her eyes. "I don't have a problem with him."
17 raised his eyebrows. "Are you ok?"
She blinked a few times. "Yes. . .why?"
"You just looked kinda weird just now. . ."
She got up and flipped her hair back, "Well I have to get ready for my class."
". . .Ok. When are you going to get home?"
"Um. Around eight I think."
"Well, have fun." He picked up the remote and turned the television on.
"I'll get a pizza on the way home."
17 stared at the TV. "Mhm."
18 rolled her eyes and walked upstairs.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
~~~~Like the title? I couldn't really think of a good one. Anyways the dragonball characters that are in this fic are in their senior year and it's the first day of school. I think Schools are different in every state as far as the order that core classes are taken and such so if it seems weird then sorry their school works like mine does.~~~~
~~~~I got a review from someone who got upset because they're a v/b fan and they don't like to see them with other people. This kinda ruins things but if people are gonna be pissed about it let me just tell you one thing. There is no odd coupling in this fic. Just because you think something's gonna happen doesn't mean it actually is.~~~~
"You know who they are?" Bulma whispered to the girl sitting next to her.
"Yeah they just moved in next door to me." Chichi responded.
"Have you talked to them?"
"Not really. I went over there to say hi but no one answered."
"Oh. Well let's just say hi now!" Bulma positioned herself on her knees and looked over the back of the seat in front of her. "Hi! I'm Bulma Briefs. What's your name?"
The blonde girl glanced over at her brother. He looked back at her and sighed. "I'm 17 and this is my sister, 18."
Bulma made a weird face, ". . .That's nice. . .But what are your names?"
The two siblings gave the same aggravated sigh.
Bulma tilted her head to the side. "Hm?"
Chichi pulled her friend back and whispered into her ear, "Bulma, their names actually ARE 17 and 18."
Bulma's eyes widened, "Really???"
"Yes."
Bulma pulled her legs from underneath herself and sat back against the bus seat.
"Yeah, Chichi said they just moved into the house next to her."
Krillin nudged Goku, "The blonde one's kinda cute. Don't you think so Vegeta?" He looked at the teen in the seat next to him.
"Humph." Vegeta crossed his arms and looked out the bus window.
*****
"Alright now is there anybody who doesn't have their schedule?" The short, gray haired woman looked around the class room, waiting for someone to raise their hand. ". . .No? Good. Now when the bell rings it'll be time to go to your first class. For those of you who aren't familiar with our block system, listen carefully. Each of your classes have numbers beside them. The odd numbered classes are for A-days and the even numbered classes are for B-days. If your second class is in the A or B wing then you'll have first lunch if you're in the C or D wing then you'll have second lunch. Any questions?"
Vegeta raised his hand.
"Yes?"
Vegeta grinned a devilish grin, "Did ya miss me teach?"
The woman at the front of class shuttered a bit and walked over to her desk. ~Thank goodness he's not in my English class anymore~
18 turned her head to the side slightly and glanced at Vegeta. ~He's pretty good looking. No, screw that, the guys hot!~
Vegeta caught her eye and looked towards her.
18 quickly looked away and her cheeks turned pink.
~That new girl is a hotty~ Vegeta smirked and looked back towards the front of the class.
17 nudged his sister. "We only have two classes together."
18 looked at his schedule and sighed, "Yeah. That really sucks. I hate this place, I hate this school, I hate these people." She looked around at the see of people in bright colored clothing, excluding Vegeta and her brother.
"I know 18 but we have to deal with it for now. Just one year and we'll be out of here and we won't have to deal with these people anymore."
"Yeah I know."
*Bong!*
"Dismissed."
The students got up from their seats and rushed out of the room.
*****
"Welcome to Graphics two." The teacher crossed his arms and looked around at the small amount of students. He looked at his paper, "Thomas?"
"Here."
"Vegeta."
"Yo."
"Uh. . .Eigh. . .teen?"
The door suddenly swung open and a flustered blonde came walking through.
"Who are you?"
"I'm 18, sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the class." 18 looked around. The room had computers against three of the walls and there was a huge table in the center that had glass on the surface and a switch on the side to turn the light inside on or off. Besides herself, there were only four students in the room. There was another room connected to this one, which had a lot of equipment and machinery.
"Alright well take a seat."
18 sat down in one of the computer chairs away from everyone else.
"Ok, Goku?"
"Here."
"Bulma?"
"Present!"
"Alright well for those of you that don't know, I'm Mr. Hucks." He looked around for a moment, "As a matter of fact the only student that wasn't here for graphics one is miss 18. Ok well the rest of you guys know how it goes, I don't currently have a project for you but I have some work that I need to get finished so talk amongst yourselves." He walked into his small office and shut the door.
Goku, Vegeta, and Bulma were all sitting close together and quickly began in a conversation.
18 looked around and sighed. The only other person was a guy that was sitting at the light table playing with a razor.
"Hey girl!"
18 looked towards the group of three with a curious expression.
"Come sit over here." Goku pulled out the chair beside him and turned it so that it faced the group.
18 got up slowly then walked over to them and sat in the chair.
"Hi!" Bulma smiled and waved cheerfully. "So how do you like the school so far?"
"It sucks." She replied bluntly.
Bulma's eyes widened a bit but Vegeta just grinned.
"Hey I like her." Goku put his hand on 18's back for a moment, "You should hang with us more often. We're kind of our own group. Well the three of us and Krillin and Chichi. If you sit with us at lunch you'll meet them."
18 nodded slightly.
"So who was that guy you were with earlier? Your brother?"
"Yeah."
Goku put his hand out towards Vegeta, "Cha ching!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and placed five dollars in Goku's hand.
18 gave them an odd look but decided not to ask. "So do you guys actually do anything in this class?"
Bulma shook her head and sighed. "Well Mr. Hucks isn't the greatest teacher in the world and he's busy with other things. I think last year we only did work like twelve classes all together. There were also a lot more kids last year but they probably didn't come back because the lack of things to do."
*****
"Mr. Madison, I don't get this equation!" Chichi yelled while waving her hand in the air.
The teacher looked towards her and sighed, "If you'll wait for a moment please, I'm helping another student."
"Humph." Chichi crossed her arms and pouted.
17 glanced at Chichi's paper then reached over and wrote something on it.
Chichi looked at him then looked down at her paper and her eyes widened. "That's it!" She scribbled something on her paper then looked back at 17 and smiled brightly. "Thank you."
"You're that chick that lives next door right?"
"Yeah."
"That's what I thought." 17 looked back down and continued his work.
Chichi blinked and gazed at him with a blank expression.
*****
"It's not THAT bad 18." 17 pulled his key out of his pocket and opened the front door to their house.
They walked inside and dropped their bags on the floor. 18 plopped down on the couch and sighed. "The little bald one kept staring at me during lunch."
He walked up to the couch. "Yeah I noticed. But that's not so bad is it?"
18 moved her legs to let 17 sit down. "Bulma won't keep her mouth shut and Chichi's all over Goku who practically ate all the food the cafeteria had."
"What about that other guy?"
"Hm? Oh Vegeta. . ." She suddenly got a dreamy look in her eyes. "I don't have a problem with him."
17 raised his eyebrows. "Are you ok?"
She blinked a few times. "Yes. . .why?"
"You just looked kinda weird just now. . ."
She got up and flipped her hair back, "Well I have to get ready for my class."
". . .Ok. When are you going to get home?"
"Um. Around eight I think."
"Well, have fun." He picked up the remote and turned the television on.
"I'll get a pizza on the way home."
17 stared at the TV. "Mhm."
18 rolled her eyes and walked upstairs.
~To be continued~