Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the Dragon Ball series or any of its related topics. Dragon Ball is the property of Akira Toriyama. In respect to its creator, this fan fiction is created for entertainment purposes only, and is not part of the official story line. The plot is mine and any other characters you do not recognize. No reader/reviewer is authorized to release/post/translate this story anywhere else without my permission.

A/N: I'm back! Well, I've been back, but what I meant was I'm back to writing DBZ Fics! I missed writing about this couple; they are the ones that got me started on writing.

I've been working on re-writing Forever, and I will release that as soon as I am done with my Harry Potter DHr stories. If you're one of my readers who are patiently waiting for that story, visit my blog (see the site on my personal page) for the first chapter.

This one, I just had to release. I've been writing mystery/drama fics and this serves as a break from all the complicated stories. But then again, this one might actually turn complicated too.

I wanted to do my own High School fic for this couple, but the idea is thoroughly used, so I hope this one will be a bit different from the rest. Though I highly doubt it. I've debated on how I can make mine different, so I used all my available resources. I watched all the old high school movies, read high school stories, so you might find a familiar scene, plot in this story of mine that might be obviously familiar to you, but of course, I'm adding in that bit of my own Aoi Megami twist to it. So I hope you all like it.

Cheers to my comeback for this couple :D

I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I didn't proofread this chapter, so expect some errors, which I might correct when I have time.

Chapter 1

A true Romantic to the core, she was one to believe in True Love. When she was eight years old, she experienced her first heartbreak. Her father's company had boomed to great heights and they opened a new company that was based in the East. Unfortunately, they had to pack up, leave the house she grew up in at West City, and move to East City. It was a sad goodbye. At least to her it was. Her first love put up a strong face while she bawled her eyes out.

"But I-I-," she stuttered. "I don't want to go!" she cried as she clutched onto the tiny waist belonging to her neighbour and playmate.

"Will you stop crying!" the boy snapped in irritation. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, as he tried bravely to hold them in. "Didn't I tell you that you look ugly when you cry?"

She quickly wiped the tears away, and tried her hardest not to cry. "I-I'm sorry," she sniffed.

He merely grumbled and looked away.

That was the last memory she had of him and that was nearly nine years ago.

Her second heart break happened almost two years ago. It was during the summer when she was fifteen years old. He was her first boyfriend. She had always dreamed of the perfect boyfriend, often comparing her dream boy to her childhood love. She wanted him to be cute, popular, athletic and smart; a typical dream for a fifteen year old.

And Yamucha was absolutely perfect.

He was what Bulma had ever dreamed of in a guy. He went to her school for a summer program for future engineers. Something she had always dreamed of becoming. So he was obviously smart. He spent less than a week in her school and he was already liked by her peers and girls would flock everywhere he goes. He was apparently cute and popular. After classes, he spent his afternoons playing soccer in the school field and was actually good enough to join the school's soccer team. He was clearly athletic.

So yes, to Bulma's eyes, he had passed. He was the one.

It didn't take long for him to start noticing her. After all, she was the most popular and desirable girl in her school. But she had to be careful. She didn't want to scare him off. She had dated guys before him, but it was never official, and it didn't go pass the first date. That was all it was. First dates.

Apparently she had scared them off. They were intimidated by her. She was always too smart, too pretty, or too rich.

And at that age, no boys wanted a girl who was smart or mature for her age.

So in order to fully capture Yamucha's heart, she decided to tone it down a bit. She did what her friends did. She giggled whenever he said something funny. She twirled her hair in her index finger whenever he tells her a story. She pretended not to know anything about Engineering or anything else a fifteen-year-old wasn't suppose to know. She didn't even mention she was the heiress to one of the multi-billion dollar company on earth.

And at first, it worked.

It was an unforgettable summer. They spent every waking moment together. She experienced her first real kiss with him. It wasn't a peck on the lips like her childhood love had given her. It was a tongue on tongue, saliva swapping, teeth grinding full-blown make out session. And she really believed that she was in love.

That is, until a week before the summer ended.

To put it simply; he broke up with her.

"You really didn't expect this to last do you?" he asked with an apologetic look on his face. When she didn't answer, realization hit him. "Wait, you did?" he looked pleased for some reason. "Look, Bulma," he sighed. "We're only fifteen and I live in the West, long distance relationship isn't going to work," he said.

"We can make it work," she reasoned desperately.

Yamucha shook his head. "It won't," he replied coldly. "I like you, don't get me wrong, I really do," he smiled at her. "You're completely my type," he said. "You're so pretty, but," he paused. "I'm the heir to the Muten Establishment. I have a lot riding on my shoulders, and," he paused. "Well, I need a mature girl who can understand my line of work," he explained.

Bulma raised a brow. Was this guy for real? He practically called her an idiot in between the lines. She wanted to scream at him that she was a genius with an IQ of over 200, and the heiress to one of the top three companies that dominated the Earth.

Bulma was stunned speechless. It was partly her fault for keeping things on the down low. But what he said next was her final breaking point.

"Look, I have to go," he stood to leave. "I have a study date with Tiffany in the Library," he said before trotting off.

Tiffany?! The girl was only second in academics to her unbeatable record. Tiffany had always been the girl who was jealous of her position and popularity. Bulma wanted to scream in the pack filled cafeteria in frustration. She looked around and she noticed her school mates looking at her. They must've overheard. She must've looked and sounded pathetic. For the first time in her life, she felt stupid. And nobody, absolutely nobody, makes Bulma Briefs feel this way and gets away with it.

To say the least, she could've let it go. After much therapy session with her girl friends, she was about to let the evil bastard off scotch free. But her pride simply won't allow it. So to appease her angry pride, she decided to dig for more information about Yamucha Muten.

And what she found was something she never imagined he could be. To put it simply, he was a boy who had enough girlfriends to last him a lifetime, and he was only fifteen!

So in other words; he played her. He was a master manipulator. He used her for his basic needs and when he was done with her, he tossed her away like garbage and moved on to the next one that caught his attention. And at that time, it was Tiffany.

The new knowledge made her thirst for revenge. She was going to extract her revenge. She was going to hurt him where it would hurt the most. The one thing he was always so proud of; his manhood. She was going to destroy his pride as man. It was a promise.

But due to her busy schedule, the plotting and the revenge was placed on hold. Time seemed to lessen the pain, but the memory of it was still there. She dated other guys of course, but there was always this wall built around her for her protection. She was always wary of the men she dated which took a toll on her relationships. And she always blamed it on him.

It was a couple of years later, after turning seventeen, and entering the last summer of her high school years did she remember about the boy who broke her heart. She was about to enter her senior year, and she couldn't let go of the fact that she hadn't had her revenge yet.

So she made a call two weeks before the summer ends, inviting her other heiress friends from the West to spend the summer with her in the East. Juuhachigo Gero who had been her best friend since she was a child, the distance didn't affect their close relationship, something Bulma was always grateful for, and Chichi Mau, another heiress she met during one of the Company gatherings and Juu's friend from her school in the West.

"You are insane," Juu said after Bulma retold her story to the oblivious Chichi. They were in her bedroom as Bulma laid out her plans of revenge.

"Yamucha Muten," Chichi mumbled while tapping her chin. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" she looked at Juu.

"He's the asshole who dated Jessica," Juu answered.

Chichi gasped in realization.

"And Crystal, and Valerie, and Joanne," Juu added.

"And Maggie," Chichi pipped.

"What? He dated Maggie too?" Juu looked at her in aghast.

"Yeah, but I heard he's with Megan now," Chichi said.

Bulma groaned. "I can't believe I dated this guy," she said.

"You fell in love with him," Juu corrected.

"Rub it in," Bulma snapped at her.

"Wait," Chichi interrupted. "So what's the big emergency?" she turned to Bulma. "This happened two years ago, so what's the big deal?" she asked.

"The big deal," Juu started. "Is that Bulma still can't let the humiliation go," she answered for their blue-haired friend.

"Are you serious?" Chichi cocked a brow at her. "I could be spending my summer with my new boyfriend, and I decided to come here to help you plot revenge over something that happened two years ago?" she said, her voice was slowly rising.

"What?" Bulma stared at Chichi. "Wait, backtrack a bit," she said. "What boyfriend?" she asked. The sudden blush on Chichi's cheeks made Bulma gasp. "Who?" she asked Chichi excitedly.

"You won't believe who," Juu grumbled when Chichi found herself too embarrassed to speak.

Bulma turned to her blonde friend. After seeing the nonchalant look on her face, Bulma turned to Chichi with a gasp of disbelief.

"Don't tell me—" she stopped and turned to Juu, who didn't say anything, which meant she was on the right track. "That guy you met on Palmbook?" she nearly screamed.

"Bingo," Juu muttered uninterestedly.

"You're kidding!" Bulma exclaimed. Chichi still refused to talk. "You mean he actually turned out to be real?" she asked in disbelief.

"You mean he actually turned out to be our age," Juu corrected.

"When did this happen?" Bulma asked the still silent Chichi.

Juu sighed and answered for their still silent raven-haired friend. "Six months ago," Juu glared at Chichi. "And she didn't even bother to tell us," she stressed.

"When did you find out?" Bulma asked her.

"After I received your SOS text," Juu replied. "She," she pointed to the embarrassed Chichi. "Was hesitant to come, so I got suspicious," she continued.

"Chi, I'm so sorry," Bulma quickly apologized. "I ruined your summer plans," she said regretfully.

Chichi waved her apology off with a smile. "Don't worry about it, we already spent enough time together this summer. Besides, he has soccer practice at his school," she grinned sincerely. "But seriously," she frowned. "That was two years ago, and you still can't let it go?" she asked innocently.

"He's a pig. I was used. I was humiliated. If given the chance, I'd cut his dick off," Bulma said imperturbably, making Juu laugh and Chichi stare wide eyed at her.

"Remember those two weeks when Launch went into depression last year?" Juu piped in.

"Launch?" Chichi turned to Juu.

"She dated Yamucha," Juu informed. "Oops," she feigned to have said a blunder. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that," she added, not really looking like she could care if she told or not.

"Y-you're not serious?" Chichi gawked at her. "That PIG!" Chichi burst. Bulma was strong, but Launch, Chichi's cousin, was as docile as a lamb. Hurt her friend and she'll kill you, hurt her friend and then her cousin, she'll embalm you to be tortured to the brink of death and then revive you to experience a whole new torture the next day and everyday from then on till the day you die. She then turned to Bulma with renewed determination. "What's the plan?"

Bulma and Juu shared a triumphant smirk.

"Easy," Bulma started. "Apparently, he's very proud of his achievements. He actually sees himself as a genius. All I need to do is hurt his huge ego."

"And exactly how do you plan to hurt his ego?" Chichi asked, clearly approving of her revenge.

"Make him fall in love with me all over again," Bulma answered easily.

"Uh, one problem," Juu said. "He knows you," she stated the obvious.

Bulma looked at her as if what she said wasn't a problem at all. "The guy can't remember the name of the girl he dated the previous week, do you honestly think he'll remember the girl he had a summer fling with two years ago?"

"Good point," Juu nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"I'll turn to be the girl of his dreams, make him fall for me completely, find out who the guy he hates the most, leave him for that guy, and voila," Bulma smirked evilly. "Justice is served," she grinned. "And to add salt to the wound, I'll beat him in every subject he excels in, reveal the fact that I am Capsule Corporation's heiress, then he'll seriously be sorry he ever messed with me," she laughed evilly.

"Okay, that's scary, but I'm in," Chichi said.

"Wait," Juu stopped their little merry dance. "You want to beat him academically?" she cleared.

"Yes," Bulma answered. At her answer, Chichi flopped back down on the bed.

"What?" Bulma looked at her two friends. "You don't honestly believe that I can do all that in two weeks?" she laughed. "A man like Yamucha needs a challenge, I need to play hard to get to actually capture his full and undivided attention," she said.

"And what about your parents, will they agree to a transfer?" Chichi asked.

"I'll convince my parents somehow," she shrugged. "I always win the debate in the end," she smirked proudly.

"You honestly want to spend your senior year like this?" Juu asked. Bulma frowned. It sounded like they were trying to get her to change her mind.

"I could've graduated high school my freshman year you know," Bulma stated. "I only stayed because I wanted to live normally," she rolled her eyes. "I'm basically done with everything, so I have a lot of free time," she smiled.

Juu and Chichi shared a look.

"What?" Bulma asked after noticing the exchange.

"Bulma, Yamucha goes to the same school as my Goku," Chichi said.

Bulma's grin widened. "That's amazing, maybe you can introduce us? Then maybe he can show me around school, I won't be a complete outcast," she said joyously.

"I don't think being the outcast is the problem," Juu mumbled.

"What?" Bulma turned to Juu in confusion.

"Bulma," Chichi sighed. "They go to an All Boy's School."

They were quiet for a long time. Bulma had been trying to process what Chichi had said. Way to ruin the whole plan. A school just for boys! No wonder he's a sex deprived narcissistic pig! With all those manly hormones around, no wonder he'd jump the next person he sees in a skirt. Bulma sighed. Well, that put a dent on her plans.

"What are you thinking about?" Chichi asked her.

"How I'd be able to grow some balls," Bulma blurted out without thinking.

Juu laughed. "That sounds so wrong in so many levels," she chuckled. "Well," she breathed in to try to contain her laughter. "You won't be able to get into the school even if you did manage to grow some balls," she told her.

"Why not?" Bulma asked.

"Registration for the next semester is over," Juu said.

"How'd you know?" Chichi asked.

"My brother's coming back from his band tour," Juu rolled her eyes. "A month after the class starts," she finished. "Dad transferred him from his school from the North because he's creating more problems with Dad being so far away," she told them.

Bulma stared blankly at Juu, and was processing everything she just said. "Did you just say a month after school starts?"

"More or less," Juu shrugged. "Why?" she asked curiously, noticing the mischievous look on her face. Bulma didn't answer, but Juu didn't need an answer. She knew exactly what was going on in Bulma's head. And it appears that Chichi does too, since she looked so much in panic. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she grinned. This might be the most entertaining year she had ever had since she was born.

"No!" Chichi reprimanded Bulma. "This is a bad idea, a very very bad idea," she stressed.

"One month is better than two weeks Chichi," Bulma reasoned.

"Are we forgetting the most important fact that you're a girl?" Chichi retorted.

Juu shrugged. "We'll get her some balls by the end of the week," she said.

"Everybody will notice," Chichi said, mostly talking to herself.

Bulma laughed. "We need to go shopping," she stated. Juu nodded in agreement.

"She's not Juunanago," Chichi hissed.

"Nobody's seen Juunana since he was fourteen and he never attends the company gatherings, this is perfect," Juu told Bulma.

"Oh I give up," Chichi grumbled and flopped back down on the bed. A lot of planning and not enough sleep happened that night.

T-Minus 10 days

They did a whole lot of shopping the last couple of days. Chichi still wasn't sure this plan could work. Bulma just looked too girly to pass off as a boy. She had curves that Chichi envied, a bust she was sure would be difficult to hide no matter how baggy the clothes are, and not to mention her long silky aqua hair.

"You're not planning on cutting your hair are you?" Chichi asked in aghast at the sudden realization.

Bulma turned to her but didn't answer. She ran her fingers through her long aqua locks and sighed. A memory from the past was suddenly haunting her…

She hated her long hair. It always got in the way whenever they were playing. She groaned, and once again brushed off the messy locks from her face. The wind blew, and her hair retaliated by smacking itself on her face. She pulled her hair in agitation.

"What are you doing?" a voice interrupted her silent argument. She looked up to see her play mate towering over her with a curious expression.

"My hair's too long," she complained. "I should get my mom to cut it," she stated. "It's annoying and it always gets in the way," she groaned.

She blushed when he leaned towards her and ran his fingers through her hair. She watched mesmerized as he studied the blue locks between his fingers.

"It's soft," he said. "Don't cut it," he merely said and ran off, kicking the soccer ball they were playing with while she hastily followed behind him.

That night, she made sure to take extra good care of her hair…

"That won't be necessary," Juu replied for Bulma. "Juunana has black-hair, I doubt you'd want to dye your hair black," she stated. "So I bought these," she pulled out a furry looking object out of one of the shopping bags.

"A wig?" Chichi stated.

"Wigs," Juu corrected.

"When did you get these?" Chichi asked after Juu tossed her a paper bag full of wigs.

"When I went to the bathroom, I saw this wig shop and decided to check it out," Juu said.

"How many did you get?" Chichi gawked when she peered inside the bag.

"Enough," Juu answered. "Now try them on," she urged Bulma.

Bulma tied her hair up and tried on the first wig. It was a bowl cut hairstyle. She showed it to Juuhachigo and Chichi and both stared at her with wide eyes.

"You're kidding right?" Chichi snapped at Juu.

"It actually looked nice when it was on display," she defended.

Chichi sighed. "Next!"

Bulma then showed them the second wig, it was thick and shaggy styled.

"Add in a nose ring and you'll look great!" Chichi said sarcastically. "She's going to a prep school, not a concert," Chichi snapped at Juu.

Juuhachigo sighed in defeat. "Next," she mumbled.

Minutes later, Bulma showed them the next wig and waited for the verdict. She didn't need to be told that this wig was also a fail when Chichi slapped her forehead with her palm in exasperation.

"Try this one," Juu handed her the last wig.

Bulma went into the bathroom and took the last wig off and put in the new one. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she fixed the wig to cover her blue locks. She looked at herself properly and smiled. This one might actually pass the verdict. She exited the bathroom and showed the final wig to her friends.

They sat stunned, and she smirked. This one passed. She walked over to her full length mirror and studied herself. This might actually work. Her new haircut was cut short around her ears and had that boyish-just-got-out-of-the-bed feel to it.

"Oh dear Kami, this might actually work," Chichi mumbled in disbelief.

"Here Bulma, the final touch," Juu said as she handed her a small box.

Bulma curiously reached out and took the box from her friend. When she opened it she saw two black fuzzy centipedes. She screamed and tossed the box back to Juu, who automatically caught it in surprise, with the contents spilling on the floor.

Chichi screamed after seeing what fell out of the box. She quickly got up from her seat and stepped on it to avoid the thing on the floor.

"What is wrong with you two?" Juu asked as she took the discarded things on the floor.

"Don't touch it!" Chichi said unpleasantly.

"These are Bulma's eyebrows!" Juu snapped.

"I am not putting that disgusting thing over my—" Bulma paused. "My, what now?" she asked.

"Wait," Chichi got down from her position. "It's not alive?"

Juu looked at her incredulously. "It's not wha—" she sighed, deciding that it's better to give up. "You don't honestly think you're going to stroll into Black Star High School for Boys with plucked eyebrows?" she turned to Bulma.

Bulma extended her arm. "Give me those."

Juu handed her the fake eyebrows. Bulma carefully placed them over her own eyebrows. They all stared at her in the mirror and started laughing.

"Come over here," Chichi said, motioning for her to sit on the chair. "We need to make you look rougher," she said.

"Excuse me?" Bulma said.

"You know, darker, less sunshiny," Chichi explained. Bulma felt her press the make-up sponge around her eyes, over nose, but Chichi was most focused on the area below her eyes and the crook of her nose. When she was done, Bulma applauded her work. Her nose looked more defined, her eyes, deeper and hollow. It was perfect.

"Now let's figure out how we can hide those hoohas of yours," Juu said.

"We're going to need a lot of bandages," Chichi sighed.

"They're not that big," she gazed down on her blossoming chest.

"Bulma, mine are not that big," Juu said. "You, you are," she paused. "Developed," she said before starting to shuffle through another one of their shopping bags. "Ah! Here it is," she pulled out the six-inch wide elastic bandage and tossed it over to Chichi.

Chichi caught it and looked at her with a serious expression. "Strip," she commanded.

It took a lot of pulling, pushing, squeezing, whooping, and two elastic bandages to flatten her chest. She wore a white stripped polo, and black half pants. The collar on her shirt was half-turned up to give out that ragged look.

Juu whistled. "Damn Bulma," she said. "If I didn't know that you're a girl, I'd probably hit on you," she admitted.

"Oh dear Kami," Chichi whispered. "This might actually work," she said.

Bulma grinned at her reflection. It really might just work.

T-Minus 5 days

Juu, the master of forging paper works, managed to create a document which stated that Bulma was invited to further her studies for her path in Engineering in West City's Orange Star High School for girls for a whole month. After reading the courses offered; Aeronautics Engineering, Aerospace Engineering, Electrical Engineering, Mechanical Engineering, Nuclear Engineering, Bioengineering, Programming, Introduction to Robotics, Computer Science—Bulma made sure everything she wanted to learn was in that document—how can her father not send her?

Her mother was in tears when they were packing to leave for West City, she was reluctant to let her only daughter go. Bulma had to assure her mother that everything was going to be okay, and that she'd only be gone for a month. They drove away as soon as Bulma's father was able to distract her mother.

They had two days' worth of road trip ahead of them. The girls decided to take the long route rather than taking a plane back to West City. They were in no hurry to get back to reality which they call a school.

Bulma was excited to return to West City. It was where she grew up. All of her wonderful memories occurred there. She hadn't returned to the city since she'd last left. She was starting to get a bit antsy when they arrived in Central City to spend the night before continuing their travel back to the West. Juu noticed her discomfort.

"Having second thoughts?" she grinned in amusement. Chichi was already passed out cold on the hotel bed.

"About what?" Bulma asked in confusion after snapping out of her thoughts.

"Hn, guess not," Juu shrugged.

"I'm not worried about being able to pass off as a guy," Bulma chuckled. "I," she paused. "I'm just excited to see my old neighbourhood again," she smiled in reminiscent.

Juu grinned knowingly. "You mean your old neighbour," Juu corrected.

Bulma frowned at being caught. "Shut up," she blushed.

Juu laughed.

"Ho-how is he?" Bulma wondered.

Juu stopped laughing and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know," she answered. "I live on the other side of the city, remember," she stated. "Last I heard he was offered to attend the top schools for Engineering, like you and Juunana," she said.

"Did he accept?" Bulma asked.

Juu thought hard. "I don't think so," she said. "I still see him in the city from time to time," she said. "We just don't keep in contact," she admitted. "We grew up," she stated, as if that explained everything.

T-Minus 3 hours

Bulma had refused to go back to her old house, which still belonged to her family, just in case somebody recognizes her. In truth, she just wasn't sure what to say or do if she ever ran across her old neighbour and childhood love. So she'd been staying at the Gero household for the last three days, continuously planning her moves. Luckily, the girls had the mansion to themselves as Juu's father was out of town for business purposes.

"Bulma," Juu hissed lowly. "Get your hot ass out of the car," Juu pulled on Bulma's arm. They were in the parking lot of Black Star high school for boys.

"I don't think I can do this," Bulma cried softly. "I'm insane for even thinking I can pull this off," she admitted. "Why did you let me think I can do this?" she blamed her blonde friend.

"Maybe she's right, we still have time, we can still back out," Chichi said from her position beside the pulling Juu.

Juu sighed exasperatedly. "Fine," she said "Let's go," she suggested. "We'll let that pig continue what he's doing, humiliating and hurting other girls as if they were nothing," she said.

"Don't do that," Bulma groaned.

Juu flinched at her defeated look. She extended her arm and sent her hand flying towards Bulma's exposed cheek, resounding in a loud slap. Juu watched as the fire returned to Bulma's blue eyes.

"What the hell was that for?" Bulma's voice rose as she stepped out of the car.

"Well somebody's back to normal," Juu said sarcastically.

Realization hit Bulma and she hugged her friend. "Thank you," she said after pulling away. She turned to look at the majestic building before her. It intimidated her, but she was determined. She wasn't going to let her fear defeat her before she even had the chance to fight.

"What if you get caught?" Chichi voiced her worry.

"I'll handle it if gets to that," Bulma answered.

"Now remember," Juu said as she handed Bulma her duffle bag and her suitcase. "You need to check in for your dorm room within the next hour, and orientation starts in three hours," she said. "You'll get your class schedule after orientation," she reminded. "Let's just hope you'd be in the same class as Yamucha," she added. "There are six classes in your year, so hopefully you end up in his," she said.

Bulma merely nodded her understanding. Her mouth was too dry for her to speak.

"Good luck Bulma," Chichi cheered.

Bulma nodded. "Six classes, I hope the odds are with me," she said before taking her duffle bag and pulling her suitcase with her.

"Bulma," Juu called her and she turned to look at her friend. "Remember," she said. "Strut, don't glide," she said.

Bulma smiled and gave her friends' one last look of goodbye before heading off towards the direction of the dormitory.

Was it just her, or was everybody staring?

Was she strutting enough?

Did she look weird?

Bulma was sweating hard. She needed to compose herself before she actually blows her own cover. She entered a busy building filled with students who were in line to get sign in for their dorm room. She breathed in to calm herself and went to the back of the line.

"Hey," a voice greeted her.

Bulma nearly jumped at the sudden greeting. Her heart raced, she wasn't ready for a conversation. But she had no choice; she turned to look at the man who had fallen in line behind her. He was tall, bald, with a light complexion and a muscular figure.

"Are you new?" the guy asked.

Bulma nodded her head frantically.

"You okay?" he asked. "You look," he paused. "Pale," he decided.

Bulma shook her head.

"Okay," the guy seemed to take a step back away from her.

Bulma had to control the damage she created so she cleared her throat and prepared to speak in a voice that would not seem like it belonged to girl, but would still be comfortable for her to use.

"Sorry," she squeaked. Great. "I'm a bit nervous," she admitted, finally able to control her voice. "New school and everything," she explained.

The guy seemed to understand as he took a step closer to her. "I understand," he said. "I'm Tien by the way," he extended his hand in greeting.

"Juunanago," Bulma took it and shook it once before quickly letting go. Tien seemed rather taken aback by her hasty actions but brushed it off.

Bulma didn't even notice that she was already the next person in line. She signed her name or rather, Juunanago's name and took her room key from the supervisor.

"You're in room 4207," the female supervisor said as she handed Bulma all the needed paperwork.

"You're a senior?" Tien asked rather disbelievingly. Bulma turned to him but didn't answer as Tien took his own key and his room number.

"I am," Bulma answered after Tien was done receiving the information he needed.

"You don't look it," he said.

"I get that a lot," Bulma replied.

"Come on," Tien said. "I'll show you where the dormitories are."

Apparently there are four dormitory buildings, one building for each year. Tien informed her that her room was in the second floor. Tien's was in the first floor, so they said their goodbyes when Bulma took the elevator to the second floor. She emerged from the elevator, only to be greeted by a mass of rowdy boys that littered the hallway. Paper planes were flying, a football zipped just passed her head, a soccer ball rolling down the hall, loud conversations and blaring music coming from one of the rooms.

Bulma looked terrified as she crossed the vicinity as quick as she could, towards the room at the end of the hallway. She opened the door without knocking, went inside and quickly shut it, and thus silencing the noise from the outside.

"Who the hell are you?" a gruff voice asked, startling Bulma.

She turned and saw three occupants in the room. The two were sitting in front of the television, and they seemed to have been watching a soccer game before she entered, and were now looking at her curiously. One of the boys had hair that defied gravity and was sticking out in different directions, he had a friendly look, and even though he was sitting on the couch, she could tell that the man was tall; Bulma guessed he was close to seven feet with his obviously long legs that stretched out before him.

The man seated beside him was in every bit the opposite of the tall man. He too seemed to carry that friendly face, his black hair was split in the middle, cut just above his ears, and he was rather short, probably a few inches short of five feet.

Bulma then turned to the third occupant of the room. She gasped. Her breath hitched and her chest tightened. She felt a blush forming in her cheeks as she studied him. His hair was short and spiked upwards, his skin glowed tan, he stood close to six feet, his jaw was defined, and his nose sleek and his onyx eyes were hollow. She recognized this man. How could she not?

He, after all, haunted her through her old memories of him.

A/N: Well? How was my first chapter back to this couple? Do you have any favourite scenes from your favourite high school movie/book? Tell me about it, I might be able to pencil that scene into the story. :D

It's honestly been a long time, and I hope I haven't been too rusty with writing about this couple. The long break did help me write better, not perfect, but better from when I was fifteen. I've already planned how the whole story will go, so I really hope you guys will like it.

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