Disclaimer: I am not the creator of DBZ, otherwise I would've been rich and be continuing the series. *Looks at her life* Lucky Akira...

Hey Guys! I had a request that asked if I could write a DBZ fic about the Z Gang being teachers! Also it won the in the polls. Be aware, there is only going to be lime and citrus, but no lemons.

Characters may act OOC at times.

Enjoy!

Take deep breaths Briefs, you could do this. How hard could it be anyway? A blue-haired woman thought as she walked through the teenaged infested halls. Today was the first day of school, meaning hell for her. High school. It was always fun as a teenager, but's hell for the adults.

She straightened up her posture the moment she heard the bell ring. Her pace became faster as a blue appendage waved behind her carelessly before wrapping tightly around her waist like a belt. She released a sigh as she continued on towards her destination.

She still couldn't believe that her friend talked her into this. 'It's a really fun job,' she said; 'I promise you won't regret it' she said. Ha! Two words for that: BULL-SHIT! How did she manage to persuade her otherwise though? I mean, she is daughter of the famous Dr. Briefs, creator and owner of the successive everyday tool; the dinocapsule. Why would she ever need to work if she had, literally, all of the money in the world? She sighed as she held onto her bag tighter.

Why did I sign up for this again? She questioned herself. A black-haired boy pushed past her as he "accidentally" touched her left breast. The bluenette released a gasp as she turned to backhand the perverted teen. The perverted boy grinned wickedly before running off to his next class. I remember why now, she thought with a frown. It's to put these juvenile delinquents in order. She sighed as she walked towards her class.

Opening the door, she was greeted by the sound of boys laughing, girls giggling, and crumpled up paper being thrown in the air. She turned her head in time before a paper airplane could make contact with her face. Reframing herself from barking out at the rude teens, she cleared her throat and smiled impishly at the room filled with teens as she walked towards her desk.

On the way, she heard some whistles and cat calls directed towards her. Abhorrent deviants. She thought as the grip on her bag grew tighter until her knuckles turned white. Placing whatever was in her hands onto her wooden desk, she looked towards the teenagers and smiled.

"Hello students, I'm going to be your teacher's new assistant," she started. Taking an Expo marker from the container full of them, she wrote her name on the board.

"Everyone," she said as she faced the staring teens again. "My name's Bulma Briefs. I'll be glad to be working with you all."

At the sound of the classroom door slamming, she groaned. Not another kid. she thought with distain. Facing the doorway, she was surprised to see a handsome young man, looking no older than 23, scowling as he made his way to her. Judging by the flame shaped hair, this was the infamous teacher; Vegeta Ouji.

She never met him at all in her life, but judging by how the students straightened up at the sight of him, it leaves two options. The students either respected him, or feared him. Looking back at the pale faces, she chose the latter. She looked at who she was helping and sighed. He seemed in a bad mood, so that only meant bad news for her.

I thought that Chi said that I'm not going to regret this? Why can't Kami-sama give me a calm and patient person, not a total...total—

Her assigned scowled at her as he dropped a large stack of papers on her desk. Jumping at the loud sound, Bulma looked up at the now smirking man and raised a surprised eyebrow. "What do I do with this?"

The man's smirk just grew bigger. "Grade and file those, wench."

ASSHOLE! The thought was conjured instantly from the dark recesses of her mind. Her left eyebrow twitched. She was so getting ChiChi back for making her put up with this crap. And she's going to kill her for pairing her up with such an asshole! Sure, she needed the hours in order to complete 20 percent of her assignment, but this so wasn't worth it.

Clicking her tongue and snapping her jaw, she put a gentle hand on top of the large pile of papers and forced a small smile. "Right away, sir." she forced out, her smile still on her face.

She watched with utter disgust as the man just grunted at her before turning back towards the room full of infantile teens. The moment he took his eyes off of her, Bulma's face scrunched up into one of disgust. Grabbing a pen from her desk, she stiffly grabbed a paper from the pile in front of her and started checking it over.

Chi is so dead. So dead.

She clenched onto the inky writing utensil in her hand tightly until she heard a light snap and felt a warm liquid on her hand. Groaning at the mess on her hand, she disposed of the broken pen and grabbed a Clinix from her bag and dabbed it into some water before wiping away the black ink on her hand.

This day is starting off well, she thought bitterly.

Looking back at the watch on her wrist, she swallowed back a groan when she saw that it has only been five minutes since class started. There's two and a half more hours of torture for me. She thought with a sneer. Grumbling some profanities underneath her breath, she continued on with her tedious task of grading and filing student reports and homework.

"Wench,"

Bulma snapped out of her revere and looked up at her boss. Swallowing back any malice that might slip into her voice, she said, "Yes Mr. Ouji?"

The man smirked coldly at her in response, sending her a bad feeling. "I want those files done in thirty minutes, after that, there's a lesson on Vegetasei's historical legacy of warriors, dating back to when the first Legendary Super Saiyan was born," His eyes sharpened. "I want you to make a timeline from the birth of the first Super Saiyan, all the way to the present. I also want at least a five paragraph summary of each historical figure that is placed on the timeline."

Bulma looked up at her assign in horror. "B—But that isn't nearly as much time—"

"I don't want excuses," Vegeta growled. "I want the student grading and files given to me by the end of the day, and the results of the timeline given to me by the end of week." He smirked cruelly at her. "Hope you're willing to work overtime."

And with that, he left, leaving a seething Bulma to break dozens of more pencils and pens.

"Argh!" Bulma screamed before slamming her food tray on the table her friend was sitting on.

Her onyx haired friend groaned before putting down her chopsticks. She knew that scream. She looked back at her fuming blue haired friend. She also knew that face. Rubbing her face, she looked exasperatedly at the seething woman and asked, "What did your boss do?"

Bulma sent her look that said, 'If I was acting like this, do I really need to answer that?' Scowling, ChiChi looked around the teacher's lounge. If Bulma was out, then that asshole-of-a-boss should be out as well. She sighed as she saw no sign of the bastard.

Wanting to drop the subject, the onyx haired woman smiled as she saw what she needed walk to them. Cupping her hands over her mouth, she yelled to a fellow teacher, "ROSA!" (A/N That's right! I'm bringing her back!)

Said woman whipped her head towards ChiChi and smiled. Turning her body completely towards the two woman, Rosa jogged to their table. "Chi!" She looked towards the blue haired woman next to her. She cringed at the killing intent pulsing off her in waves. "Buruma!" Rosa's tail was whipping from side to side.

Placing her tray down between the two woman, her smile never disappearing, she looked between the two before letting out an excited squeal. "I had no idea you two worked here!"

ChiChi laughed sarcastically at her hyper friend as her left eyebrow twitched. Trust her, she loved Rosa like a sister, and would do anything for her, but that woman just gets on her nerves so much. Seriously! Who would ever imagine a 20 year old woman acted like a five year old on a sugar rush? She is a kindergarten teacher, and her kids were more mature than the adult, hyper saiyan next to her.

"Yes Rosa, we work here." she let out with a sigh. "I've been working here for three years now." she added under her breath.

Bulma however, she put on a forced grin. "Yeah, I work here," she said, her tone sharp. Stiffly turning her head and looking past her childish friend, she stared ice at her friend next to the five-year-old-acting-woman. "Some of us forced, but work here nonetheless." she finished, her voice practically spitting venom. The aware black-haired woman glared death at her in return. Bulma copied the look.

Tension was thick in the air as a mafia stare down was commenced between the short-tempered, discolored saiyan, and the equally feisty earthling, sending the innocent saiyan woman between them into an uncomfortable hemisphere. She would've stopped her two friends from fighting...if they weren't so frightening to talk to. The seconds felt like hours until they were interrupted.

"Buruma! Chi! Rosa!" called a bubbly voice.

Snapping their heads away for a second to look at who called them, both women released a gasp. Bulma's in surprise, ChiChi's in joy. "Goku!" they both exclaimed once catching sight of the tall man.

The minute he was at their table, the onyx haired woman that was previously fighting with her discolored friend, threw herself at the saiyan and embraced him with a quick but passionate kiss on the lips. Bulma and Rosa smiled at the sight. ChiChi and Kakarot—though prefers to be called Goku—were mates, born and made to be for each other. Despite Chi being born outside Kakarot's race—as if the man gave a damn!

Once the couple broke apart, but still in each other's arms, Goku spared a look at the audience of two in front of him and smiled. "I didn't know you work here, Buruma." he stated with a tilted head. "I thought Capsule Corp was all you needed."

Bulma laughed at her friend's statement before taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Yeah, Capsule Corp provides more than enough for me, but I just need this for credit to get my Baccalaureate Degree in science, but also for a favor for your mate. I didn't finish my community service, so I asked your mate if I could become a temporary aid for one of the teachers here in this school." she explained. "But please don't call me Buruma, it's Bulma now." she said with a small smile.

Her eyes later grew dim as her smile flattered upon seeing the blank look in her friend's eyes. Why was she not surprised? Shaking her head, she looked back at her lunch and picked up her drink. "You truly are clueless," she muttered. "I wonder what grade you teach, hell, I wonder how you even became a teacher!" she exclaimed.

Snapping back to reality at her comment, the goofy saiyan put a hand behind his head as he released a laugh. "Well, I don't teach a grade. I'm the football coach for the Dragon Stars at DBZ High!" he stated, lifting his head up slightly in pride. "Thanks to me, we haven't lost a single game yet!"

ChiChi rolled her eyes before she gently pushed at her mate with a scoff. "It's also thanks to you that almost half of the team went to the emergency room after their first game!"

Goku raised a defensive hand at his wife. "Not my fault! I—OW!" he yelped the moment he felt an agonizing pressure at the back of his head. Whirling around to see who did it, he immediately put on a nervous smile. "H—Hey V-man!" he said, following it up with a laughing chuckle. "I thought you were just gonna stay in the classroom like you usually do?"

Looking up from her lunch, Bulma was met face to face with that prick of a teacher she was forced to work for. If possible, her mood just got darker. This is great, just great. She thought. The one moment where I thought that I could escape this fucking asshole, I'm proven wrong. She narrowed her eyes. Fuck you fate and your twisted up idea of making my life a living hell fun.

She quickly tucked away her tail underneath her skirt and looked down momentarily to make sure that it was securely hidden away. She knew what happens to halfbreeds like her; they get burned alive, stabbed repeatedly, or any sick and gruesome way of murder. She never understood why people like her were known as a disgrace to the world she lives in, but she was just glad she was alive. Thanks to her, she found some friends that were trustworthy enough to let in on her dirty little secret.

Although...if half-breeds like herself were shunned and shamed, why did they let an Earthling, ChiChi, mate with a saiyan and create half-breeds?

She was brought back to reality to a grunt-like growl. Snapping her head up, she saw that teacher man look straight at her with emotionless, narrowed eyes.

"What do you think you're doing here?" he barked.

Raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, she retorted, in that snappy tone of hers, "What do you think? I'm eating my fucking lunch!" Releasing a sigh, she said, "I don't have time to check out any of the reports you have. I promise I'll see them once I'm done with—"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Wench? I just came here to take a 30 minute interval for taking one of the three meals of a day before returning back to my class full of infantile teenagers." he explained with a scoff. "Idiotic Onna." he sneered.

Bulma felt her tail bristle against her bare waist. It took all of her strength to not lunge at the ungrateful man and beat the living shit out of him. She was a saiyan, a half-breed technically, but she still had that pride inside her. She will not let anyone, this asshole being no exception; disrespect her, especially in her presence! Daring to pick a fight, she was abruptly cut off at the sound of the school bell blaring through the halls. Groaning in disbelief, she picked up her tray, dumped out her trash, and stomped her way towards her class.

"Stupid bell, stupid Vegeta, stupid—" She released a surprised gasp once she felt someone grab her ass and give it a squeeze. Turning just in time, she slapped the vacuous teen that dared tried to feel her up. The young man just smirked at her and left with a click of his tongue and a wink. Bulma's form shook in rage.

"STUPID, INCOMPETENT, FUCKING HENTAIS!" she shrieked with a turn of her heel.

On the way back to her room, she was starting to question why she even bothered to stay there any longer. The exit was just a down the hall, why not just make a break for it? The moment she opened the door to her class, she was slammed with papers and student files. Looking down at the pile in front of her, she looked up at the smirking ass-of-a-teacher.

"You forgot to do these, Onna," he sneered before turning his back to her and walking swiftly away from her seething figure and to his desk.

Why do I put up with this bullshit? He's the teacher, shouldn't he be doing some work? her mind screamed as she bent over to pick up the papers that were thrown so carelessly on the marble floor. While doing so, her knees came up to her chest, enunciating her perky and full breasts through the skin-tight, white blouse she was wearing.

At the corner of her eye she noticed a few males staring directly at her chest and raised a delicate, blue eyebrow. But that wasn't the reason for the raised brow, no. What really had her flabbergasted was the fact that her boss, the arrogant little prick, had his eyes glued to her pronounced chest like the other male students.

At that moment, a devious idea formed into her mind as a small smirk formed at the curves of her lips. I see that Mr. Know-It-All is fond of my body, she thought as she stood back up straight, smirk still in place. I could use this to my advantage. Her eyes narrowed slightly. This could be fun. Her smirk widened at the idea as she walked slowly to her desk, making sure that her long, creamy legs were noticeable.

Indeed they were.

She inwardly laughed when she saw her teacher's eyes revert to lust and his Adam's apple bob up in a gulp. Blinking himself back to reality, he quickly shed his eyes from her hourglass figure and growled at his obviously distracted class. Bulma couldn't tell if it was a growl to gain their attention, or a growl to make those pervy teenage boys to get their eyes off her.

Either one gave her a cocky feeling as she sat down at her desk. While doing as she was told and filing the students' reports, assignments, and etcetera, she allowed quick glances at the corner of her eye to see if her flame-haired teacher was still eyeing her. She felt a tug at the corner of her cheeks when she saw that he was staring at her with a suggestive look in his eyes.

She could make this in her favor. She turned her head to her assigned task with a small giggle when she saw him quickly turn his head away with a rosy color dusted across his nose and cheeks. She smirked devilishly as she continued on with her work. This would definitely be fun.

Oh, yes, fun indeed.

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