AN: Yup, this is my first attempt at a dbz fanfic. Just seeing if i'm horrible at it or should continue with this monstrosity. This is an AU. Everyone is human except they still like to fight and stuff. This story might get a little crazy too so beware the craziness! I never have much to say in these little notes so on with the disclaimer.

UPDATE: Looking back I see a lot of mistakes. So I will be fixing them :)

disclaimer: I do not DB,Z, or GT. All rights goes to Akira Toriyama and probably other peope we don't care for :P

Bulma Briefs walked down the halls of her new high school. After the move to the city, she decided that home school was boring and normal school would be more exciting. So far it was crowded and full of noisy hormone-driven teens like her. She held her roster out in her hands trying to find her first period class. Just when she was about to look up, she felt her body smash into what felt like a brick wall. 'Oh the nerve of some people' she thought annoyingly, 'does no one in this school know how to say excuse me?' she formed a scowl and as soon as she was about to lay out the person for their abrupt rudeness, she was beaten to it. "Hey girl, how about watching where the hell you're going!" Everyone in the hallway grew silent upon hearing Vegeta's loud raspy voice. Puberty showed no mercy towards him. Bulma got over the initial shock of embarrassment and narrowed her eyes.

"Well, excuse me for trying to get to my class on time! And how dare you yell at me that way! Do you know who I am?"

Vegeta snorted in response, "no, but do you know who i am?"

Students walking by sighed knowing how large Vegeta's ego was.

"I am the Prince leader of the saiyan gang!"

Bulma raised an eyebrow. She thought this guy had a couple screws loose.

"Saiyan?"

Vegeta's lackeys were grimacing behind him. The bald one in particular started to get really hyped up.

"Prince Vegeta, you hear that? The girl is pretending as if she's never heard of us! I say we give her the old 'introduction' routine."

"Quiet Nappa! I'll handle her."

Vegeta's voice was dangerously close to a harsh whisper. it sent chills up Bulma's spine, 'just what kind of school is this anyway?' she thought. ' and where the heck are the teachers!'

Vegeta stomped over to her and Bulma backed up into the lockers behind her. He wasn't any taller than her, but his tall hair and angry eyes made him intimidating. His cold stare made her feel small as she trembled against the lockers. She gulped, and Vegeta smirked.

"I'm going to let you go on a warning. You must be the new girl. No one, ever comes across my path without thinking twice, got it?"

Bulma still had her pride and wouldn't be made a fool on the first day. She found courage to bawl her fists and return the deadly stare.

"Or else what huh?"

All the spectators gasped. They knew the girl was dead. Vegeta's vein on his forehead bulged.

"That's it, my patience has run out!"

"Let the girl go Vegeta!" exclaimed a very bold voice. There was a clearing in the path, and who stood in the middle was none other than son Goku. Most people who were smart enough managed to dash out of the hallway. Goku and Vegeta in the same room only meant one thing.

Nappa elbowed Raditz, "Hey Raditz it's your trader of a brother."

Raditz shook his head. He never understood anything his brother did. Vegeta stepped away from Bulma. She gaped at the two who looked as if they were having a staring contest, both waiting for the other to blink.

Vegeta chuckled lightly. "Why if it isn't kakarott the clown. Finally done thinking about joining the gang?"

"Fat chance! You guys are nothing but jerks," Goku spat at them. Kakarott is his first name but he prefers being called by the middle one. "And I told you, I go by Goku."

Vegeta leapt into a fighting stance.

"I call anyone whatever i want to call them, and do whatever I please to them. There isn't shit you can do to stop me."

Goku also got into a fighting stance.

"wanna bet?"

Suddenly the halls were filled again with students who burst from around the corners and gathered around chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Before neither of them could get into a serious brawl, a tall green Namekian man plowed through the crowds. He stood in the middle of Goku and Vegeta, holding both of them back. He glared at students surrounding them.

"Go back to minding your own damn business!" he yelled. "Or it's a Saturday detention for everyone!"

Just as fast as they formed, the hallways were empty again. Bulma still stood against the lockers, looking at the man with disbelief thinking, ' what just happened?'. Piccolo kept the two boys in a death grip and motioned for Bulma to follow him. She kept at her own pace behind him until they were led into the main office.


-+-+ the office+-+-

Bulma sat in a chair as Piccolo sent her a nasty glare. "Wait here," he said to her as he turned to Vegeta and Goku. "You two, come with me."

They all went into another room with the door closed. Soon afterwards there was screaming and yelling coming from inside. Bulma's leg was now shaking uncontrollably. Who knew what that man was doing to them? All she knew was that she was next.

"Hey Marron, cause another argument between some guys? I could've swore you were wearing a skirt today." Bulma turned her head at the new voice. She didn't notice this scar faced man take a seat next to her. Yamcha took a good look at her before he jumped out of his seat. "Whoa! You're not Marron."

Bulma raised an eyebrow thinking 'who's Marron?'

"No, my name is Bulma. Bulma Briefs. Daughter of Dr Briefs, CEO of capsule corp."

Yamcha's jaw nearly dropped. This girl was like a celebrity. And luckily he's probably the first guy to talk to her. 'Befriending her would mean lots of fame and money!' Yamcha thought reverted back to his charming self and sat down smoothly next to her.

"That's cool. The names' Yamcha. I'm sure you'll find a liking to this school. Only the prettiest of girls make the cut, and I can clearly see how you got in."

Bulma blushed. She knew this guy was flirting, so she quickly brushed off the compliment. "I'm not just pretty, but I am also what you may consider a genius." Bulma admitted the guy wasn't half bad either. She batted her eyes. "You're pretty handsome yourself."

For some odd reason Yamcha felt a knot in his throat and he couldn't speak. Something about this girl made him feel nervous. 'But that's ridiculous' he thought. 'I've talked to plenty of girls...but none were as cute as her!'. A long time ago her was afraid of girls but he was sure that was over and done with. Maybe it was her rich status making him nervous again. Yamcha suddenly inched over one seat away from Bulma. She was surprised he moved away and took it as an insult.

"What the hell? Does my breath stink or something?"

Yamcha laughed nervously."What? Oh no! It's just, well, um..."

"Spit it out! I don't play these types of games!"

"Games? Who's playing games?"

Bulma growled, "Were you hitting on me or not?"

Honestly, Yamcha wasn't too sure if it was right idea to go ahead and talk to her simply because she was rich. But then again she was a hot and it wasn't his fault girls found him irresistible. Bulma had him backed into a corner. Yamcha had become her prey. As if kami was on his side, Vegeta and Goku stepped out and Piccolo cleared his throat. Bulma turned around and noticed Vegeta glaring at her. He walked pass muttering something about her being a stupid girl. Goku walked out as well waving a hand a Piccolo.

"See ya later mr.P! And don't worry, I learned my lesson."

That's when Bulma noticed both Vegeta and Goku were sporting a big lump on their heads. Maybe that was the "lesson". Piccolo turned his attention towards Yamcha questionably. He was still on the ground in the corner.

"What'd you do?"

"I-I was texting in class and...Refused to give up my phone."

Piccolo's vein popped out and he held his fist up.

"Go back to class! I don't want to waste my time on pests such as yourself!"

Yamcha scrambled to his feet.

"Yes sir!"

His glare turned to Bulma.

"And you!"

She prepared herself in case he started yelling at her.

"Just what were you thinking, coming to a public school like this one? Clearly you hadn't read up on anything about Dragon Ball High. Do you know why we're named that?" Bulma shook her head no. "Because anyone who comes here must have balls the size of a dragon!"

Bulma was a little shocked. His soft tone wasn't at all what she was expecting. It wasn't all loud and scary.

"I-I just wanted to go to a normal school," she squeaked.

Piccolo just sighed and looked at her seriously.

"I understand. But I'll warn you. Here at this school, there's gangs, none stop fights, delinquents, bullies, con artists, perverts and crazy teachers. Not to mention the war between this school and the other high school uptown. This school is anything but normal."

Bulma was a little skeptical at first but she kept her ground and gave a confident smile.

"Good. This'll be one big adventure for me. I'm ready for whatever comes my way. I'll take on this whole school if I have to!"

Piccolo sort of admired the girl's spirit. "You got spunk kid. Better hope that'll keep you alive." But of course he knew that in the end, she was dead meat. wouldn't be long until they tore her apart.


-+-+ English Class+-+-

Bulma sat at the back table with Goku, Chichi and krillin. Goku welcomed her to the group with a cheesy smile and held out his hand.

"Hi!, I'm Goku. You're the new girl from earlier aren't you?"

"Yeah. I'm Bulma. Weren't you one back in the hallway, getting ready to fight?"

Chichi snapped her pencil in half that she held tightly in her hand.

"Goku! You promised you weren't going to go around picking fights with those saiyan thugs or anyone else! I bet you got another Saturday detention!" The raven haired girl went into hysterics, causing chatter in the class to die down and all eyes on the raging vixen. "We were supposed to spend a romantic evening together that day! I've been waiting all week and even brought a new outfit for the occasion!"

The English teacher, master Roshi, didn't even bother to settle Chichi down. He was so into his magazines and covering massive nosebleeds.

Krillin sighed and shook his head, "She's like a firecracker. And just like a firecracker, will most likely explode on some poor kid's face."

Goku waved his hands up in defense.

"No, no! Mr Piccolo gave us a warning, since he stopped us in time." Goku rubbed the still sore spot on his head. "A really painful warning."

Chichi calmed down and people went back to their conversations.

"Good. You almost had me worried there."

Bulma hadn't even witnessed the full might of Chichi's rage. Chichi looked over at Bulma and a light blush formed over her cheeks.

"Oh, how rude of me. Your names' Bulma right?" Bulma nodded slowly. "Well I'm chichi. Shorty over there is krillin."

Krillin sulked. "I'm not the shortest one in this school ya'know." He tried not to stare at Bulma too much but it was starting to unnerve him how much she resembled Maron.

Bulma smiled politely.

"Hi. Uh, you guys don't mind me asking, what's up with these saiyans?"

Chichi crossed her arms and huffed.

"You're obviously from an entirely different city. The saiyans are a gang of brute hot-headed thugs. All they do is fight and eat."

Goku nodded his head in agreement. "The saiyans go way back, even my dad was one. My brother Raditz joined and they're trying to make me be a part of it."

There was a loud rumbling sound, and Goku grinned and scratched the back of his head. "But she's right about the eating thing, I'm starving!"

The whole class heard his voice and all shook their heads sadly. Krillin patted his best friend's back.

"When aren't you hungry?"

Goku scratched the side of his face.

"Hmm,i guess when I'm asleep. Though I do have dreams of the food trying to eat me."

The bell rang signaling class was over. Goku ran out the class excited about lunch. Chichi walked side by with Bulma.

"Bulma, can I see your schedule?"

"Sure."

Bulma unfolded the piece of paper out of her pocket and gave it to Chichi. Chichi gasped and gave her a nudge.

"Our schedules are almost identical! The only difference is when I get gym you've got art." Krillin strolled out of class next to them and Chichi leaned on his head. "Hear that cue ball? Looks like you'll have every single class with Bulma."

Krillin lifted Chichi's elbow from his head.

"Enough with the bald jokes, I chose to keep it clean and waxed. And I don't mind at all having all classes with ya Bulma."

'Besides' he thought, 'at least I won't be alone in math class with that girl who looks like Bulma'. \

Before they could make their way to the cafeteria, a girl with the same colored eyes and hair as Bulma jumped in their way. Bulma's eyes bulged out of her head. 'Am I going insane, or is that another me?'

The girl flung herself onto Krillin and squealed, "Oh Krillin, it's been like so long since I saw you after our break up!"

Krillin broke free of the hug and stared at her incredulously.

"I just saw you yesterday!"

Marron placed her finger to her lip as if thinking.

"Oh yeah...but I still missed you!"

Krillin dodged another hug by hiding himself behind Bulma. Marron's eyes leveled with Bulma's. They both stood staring at each other. Marron broke the silence by giggling.

"Oh my gawd! It's like we're twins!"

Chichi kept switching views between the two look a likes. "I'll say. It's like someone placed a mirror between you guys."

Marron flipped her hair back and placed her manicured hands on her hips.

"Except, I'm more hotter and filling ya'know. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll catch up."

Bulma growled and knew for sure she didn't like whoever this bimbo was. Krillin decided to prevent the soon to be catfight and grabbed Bulma's shoulder.

"We should go to lunch now, before Goku or the saiyans eat everything...again."


-+-+ Cafeteria+-+-

Bulma, Chichi and krillin made it to the lunch room. The entire cafe was full packed and full of mixed conversations. Bulma noticed one table stacked full of food and her jaw nearly hit the floor. Goku was in the center of it all, stuffing his face. Chichi laughed and waved him off.

"That's Goku for ya."

Bulma's face turned into one of disgust.

"Where does it all go? How is he not morbidly obese?"

Krillin shrugged his shoulders.

"Nobody knows, and I don't think I wanna know."

Chichi suddenly grabbed Bulma's shirt and forced her to the ground. "Bulma, duck!"

A football flew over their heads and landed in some fat guy's pizza. Yajirobe growled and stood on top of the table while shaking his fist angrily. "Hey! Watch where you're throwing your crap, I was gunna eat that!" A container of milk was thrown at his face and he fell on the floor yelling.

Chichi sighed and helped Bulma to her feet. "That was crazy! People have no manners here."

Chichi nodded her head in agreement.

"You're right. I think instead of fooling around they should be using this time to study."

Krillin saw the hoagie line with the least amount of people.

"Come on guys, I can't wait any longer," he insisted not knowing how much longer before a fight might break out and the hoagie line closes.

Chichi raised her nose in the air. "No thanks. I think I'll have some of that salad. I don't trust any of the meat from this place."

Krillin turned to Bulma and laughed, "Just you and me then."

Krillin and Bulma stood in line. Bulma decided to ask Krillin a question about the school.

"So, the saiyans are the only gangs around here?"

Krillin shook his head. "Nope. There's also the-"

He was cut off from a new voice entering the cafeteria.

"Out of our way weaklings!"

The androids stood at the entrance in a group. Android 18 removed her sunglasses and took her hands out of the pockets of her leather black jacket. She smirked at those who backed up away from her. 17 also smirked.

"So sis, what fits your appetite for today?"

18 crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side. She spotted Krillin and Bulma in line.

"A hoagie sounds good."

17 looked up to 16.

"How about you big guy, feeling up to some burgers?"

The tall giant's face didn't show any emotion.

"I am a vegetarian."

17 snickered, "Of course. How could I forget? Well, see ya at the table 18."

Krillin's body tensed up. 'Oh man, oh man, oh man' his thoughts were scattering. 'She's coming towards me! Why Kami! WHY!' 18 stood in back of krillin. She loved toying with him for some reason. Most likely out of sheer enjoyment.

"Step aside bald man, I want mine first." Krillin scurried out of the way. 18 now stood in the back of Bulma who hadn't budged. 18 lifted an eyebrow. "Well?" The fact that Bulma hadn't already moved out of the way was a direct insult. Unfortunately Bulma's temper, just like Chichi's, could spike up to insane levels.

"Excuse me blondey, but this is a free country. I don't have to go anywhere," Bulma said with defiance as she crossed her arms and kept her place in line.

18 was even more amused. She answered back coolly, "Is that so?"

Krillin tried pulling Bulma back and whispered to her, "That's 18! She's a part of that other gang called the Androids. You don't wanna test their nerves."

Bulma held her place. "You heard me." Suddenly Bulma felt herself being lifted up in the air. 17 noticed the screaming girl being held by his sister.

"Look 16, 18's putting a show on for us."

Bulma was squirming around, trying to figure a way out of this situation. Krillin started to panic.

"Ah! 18's really mad! I feel like maybe I should do something..." he saw 17 and 16 both waiting for someone to intervene. he gulped. "That girl is dead for sure."

Bulma became enraged "Put me down! Right now!"

Krillin gulped, "Hey 18, why don't you put Bulma down and forget about the whole thing? This is her first day here."

18 smiled, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"Oh, so you want her down huh?"

17 began laughing. He knew where this was going. 18 used her strength to easily toss Bulma's body across the lunch room. The entire time Bulma was airborne, she screamed her lungs out. Chichi's face paled when she saw Bulma fly over their table. She snatched a chicken leg from Goku's hand. He looked at his now empty hand and then at Chichi. "What'd you do that for Chi?" She pointed towards the still flying Bulma. Goku made no attempt to go after her. "I didn't know Bulma could fly".

Chichi face palmed. "No you idiot! Catch her!"

Bulma landed in a pair of muscular arms. She looked up into none other than the scowling face of Vegeta. She shuddered remembering their last encounter. Nappa tapped his shoulder.

"Isn't that the feisty blue haired girl from earlier?"

Vegeta dropped Bulma who landed unceremoniously on the floor. Once her thoughts were together she glared up at Vegeta.

"You big jerk! That is not how you handle a lady."

Completely ignoring her, Vegeta searched around the cafe for anyone suspicious.

"Alright, who threw the girl?"

He wasn't asking anyone, it was more a demand. Bulma stood up and as she was about to lay out a good verbal beating, but Chichi managed to keep her restrained back and covering her mouth. Bulma tried breaking free but Chichi's grip was impossible to break.

'Damn she's strong' she thought. "Chichi, why'd you stop me?"

"We need to get out of here, well you do."

"Why? I didn't even get to eat lunch yet."

18 stood at the other side of the lunchroom. She dusted her hands off and placed them on her hips.

"Looking for me Saiyan?"

Vegeta growled and both Nappa and Raditz stepped beside him. "So it was you, Android. I should have known."

18 snapped her fingers, immediately 17 and 16 stood beside her. "What of it? You're not going to actually do anything."

Bulma glanced at Chichi. "He's not going to do anything, right?"

Chichi's face was serious. "Mostly everyone here knows martial arts. There's only one way this is going to be settled."

Vegeta grabbed a small person walking by. Chiaotzu, who was startled, started screaming for Tien. Tien jumped out of his seat. Vegeta had already thrown him at the androids but they stepped aside and watched as chiaotzu crashed over the food counter and into the kitchen. Hercule ran through the middle of the lunch room waving his hands in the air.

"Lunch Fight! Everybody run for your lives!"

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Lunch fight? He means food fight right?"

Goku shook his head as he stood up from his pile of food. "Nope, just fight."

Bulma gulped. Everybody was just throwing punches at whoever they were near. Vegeta ran up to 18 attempting to punch her though she caught his fist. Raditz tried to help but was quickly stopped by 17.

"I don't think so hedgehog, just you and me."

Raditz growled and began swinging punches at 17 and actually landed one. their one on one fight didn't last long when 17 got a hold of his hair and threw him aside. Raditz smashed into a wall. Bulma was absolutely freaked out from all the chaos. The only thing comforting her was knowing Chichi would protect her. "Wait a minute, Chichi?" she realized Chichi wasn't by her side anymore. "Chichi!"

"Over here!"

Chichi kicked Majin Buu in his stomach. All his candy and sweets spilled on the floor. He looked up at Chichi angrily.

"You make Buu spill candy on floor! Buu knock you to floor!"

She kept kicking and punching him but he only blew out more steam from his head. The entire cafeteria was covered in smoke. Bulma crept on the floor until she found a table to hide under because now apparently it wasn't safe to be near Chichi. While fighting off Buu, Chichi felt someone grab her shoulder and instinctively swung her fist until it connected again someone's face.

"Ow! Man Chi, you sure pack a punch," Goku cried as he help his bruised cheek.

Chichi gasped, "Goku! I'm sorry, I can't see anything. Majin Buu is pretty pissed at me and I've lost Bulma. I think she's hiding so she should be okay."

Nappa grabbed the table Bulma was hiding under and lifted it over his head.

"Okay big man, let's see how strong you are!" He tossed it at 16, who punched right through it. Bulma was out in the open. Someone had accidentally tripped over her. The smoke wasn't at the bottom of the floor and she saw Yamcha groaning.

"Hey you!"

He looked up at her and shrieked. 'Of all the luck' he thought. He hurriedly jumped up and ran away. Bulma crawled along the floor, avoiding the falling bodies and stomping feet. Vegeta had just landed a clean punch across 18's jaw. She flew back into the arms of krillin. He gasped when he saw her and decided to get out of there before her brother saw them. Vegeta stood in the middle soaking in the victory.

"Ha! Take that you blonde bitch!"

17 ran up behind him and locked both hands into a fist that were smashed down on Vegeta's head. He fell to his knees. 17 picked him up from his shirt.

"Where the hell is my sister you ass!"

Vegeta chuckled, "Probably in the junkyard where she belongs."

A now furious 17 raised his fist. "That's it!"

Vegeta got sent rolling on the floor next to a certain blue haired beauty. She squealed when she saw Vegeta roll limply next to her. Vegeta covered his ears and growled, "Will you shut the hell up, before my ears bleed?"

"Why you no good son of a bi-"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

Silence filled the smoke free lunch room once Piccolo entered looking majorly pissed. Food painted the walls, chairs and tables were broken, students laid on the ground groaning over in pain. Vegeta sat up and glared at the android krillin held in his hands.

"SHE STARTED IT!"

Bulma groaned. 'Maybe I bit off more than I could chew after all.'


So? is it worth making a chapter 2? Should i abandon it and push that delete button? Only reviewing will be the answer.