Vegeta sighed; this just wasn't his day. It was the first day of school, and in a NEW school none the less. Not that he cared; he didn't. He just didn't want to be there. School sucked. He'd always thought about it that way, and on the up side… wait. There WAS no up side. In pure disturbance, he banged his head against the desk, and looked up just in time to catch three girls walk in fashionably late. The trio was most definitely not your average Japanese schoolgirls.

He shrugged off the first two he saw, but the third caught his eye. Her long, aqua hair was up, braided down the back, and on top of that, onyx streaks ran through it. She was fair skinned, though her cheeks were flushed rose with either embarrassment, anger, or just from the heat, Vegeta couldn't place it. She wore polished coal colored combat boots, with eye shadow to match, but in his own opinion, not too much. Just right. Draped around her waist was a belt with three rows of spikes, and around her neck, a set of headphones. The first block teacher startled him out of his trance-like state with his yelling at the girls.

"The first day, and you three are already starting this, AGAIN. I swear if I have to put up with this again I'll-" The raven-haired girl that the aqua-haired one was with spoke up.

"You'll kick us out of school. Enough of the empty threats. I dare you to do it." Her face lit up with an innocent smile as she turned to the class. A goofy looking kid that, minus that idiotic smile, looked like he could give Vegeta a run for his money in a spar waved to the three. It happened he was sitting directly behind Vegeta. The three walked over wordlessly, while Vegeta's thoughts went back to how he was going to kill his father in his sleep for making him move away from the few friends he had. The girl with the cerulean hair and matching sapphire eyes looked over to see Gokou and Chichi cuddling already. She mentally sighed, and looked infront of them. 'Hm.. the new kid doesn't look bad at all.. empty seat. Oh well.' With that thought, she slid down into the seat next to Vegeta.

They sat in silence for the first two blocks, and upon becoming bored out of her mind, Bulma pulled a sheet of paper out of her note book and swept across it in fluid motions, her pen forming flawless kanji symbols that roughly translated to "I'm Bulma. You look just about as bored as I do." With that, she shoved the paper quietly over towards him, and he looked over it, just staring at it for a little over five minutes. When he finally wrote back, he found she was sitting right where she had been, but focused intently on something in her lap. He stole a glance, and was a bit surprised to find the girl playing a sort of fighting game, and doing incredibly well at it, at that.

Bulma was vaguely aware of him watching her, but paid no heed. New games required her undivided attention, and she had bought this one this morning on the way to school.

"Shimatta!" He heard her curse rather loudly, and the entire class, including the Lit teacher looked at her.

"Excuse me?" The teacher looked rather upset that she'd used that.. choice of language. She shrugged.

"Gomen. But, Tenou-san," Vegeta noted as she bravely held up the Hand held console in her right hand. "I can't do quarter turns on this, and it was pissing me off." Vegeta couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and he burst into a fit of cackles. (A/N: I'm thinking cackles that would like.. rival Ghaleon's here.. from SSSC..)

"I am sick of your language. I am sick of your insolence. And you seem to be dragging our new student into it. Both of you, disciplinary office. Now." Vegeta cocked his head to the side slightly. She didn't seem to care about this at all. Hell, he didn't, but…she was… pretty? He didn't know. Sure he'd been with tons of girls, but they were all toys to him. Not worthy of being even a possession, of being protected. But something told him he was going to grow fond of this girl. He pondered her for another moment. She wasn't like anyone he'd ever met before. Most of the girls he knew were quiet, and did what they were told. Just the way she looked alone made her stand out, like she didn't care about what anyone thought of her. He watched as she rose from her seat, waved to the blonde and the black-haired girls, whom he assumed were her friends, and waited for him.

Once in the hallway, she addressed him. "You never told me your name," she commented, blatantly.

"Vegeta."

"Oh." He was just about to say something else, when she froze, glaring at a boy with a decent build and a scar running across his face. He was tan, and his locks were short, and spiked up. He looked like he was old enough to be graduating that year, while Bulma was about his age. Sixteen or so. He stole a glance at her; and again at the boy, or young man, who hadn't yet noticed the blue-haired woman's presence. The boy was all over a petite girl, but one that looked closer to his age, none the less. He took another wary glance to his new companion, and at that instant, he heard what sounded like a droplet of water on the floor. The boy, too, apparently, heard this, and jerked his head around to see none other than the two; one being his girlfriend of three years, and a short boy he'd never seen around anywhere before. He shook it off, and shoved the girl away, running up to Bulma.

"B-chan, I-I don't know what that was back there." This is when Vegeta noticed what had SOUNDED like water been; the woman was clenching her fists so hard she was making herself bleed. There were two small pools of blood on either side of her. Bulma moved her hands from her sides to her hips and was about ready to start screaming to kingdom come and back again, for that matter.

"Don't B-chan me, bastard," she hissed, trying her best to remain cold on the outside, though she was ready to break down and cry her heart out.

"But.."

"But NOTHING!" All hell broke loose. "I am SO sick of your fucking lies, your fucking B-chan this and B-chan that." She wiped a bloody hand across his white dress shirt. Vegeta stifled back a snicker. "You know what? YAMCHA, LOOK AT ME! YOU KNOW FUCKING WHAT? You're free now. You're not worth my time anymore. Screw this. Go fuck all the whores you want, but its not going to be me, seeing as I'M NO STUPID WHORE!" She paused and turned to look at her new companion, Vegeta, now addressing him. "I'm going to get something to eat, screw school. I know everything they're teaching already." She held up her car keys. "You wanna come with me? I'm just going to run home and change first." She was trying her best to keep her cool exterior, but it was quickly failing her. He grunted in response and followed her as she pushed her way out of the doors of his new prison.

Once sitting comfortably in her sports car, she just sat back for a moment, reflecting. Her and Yamcha were… over. He was the only guy she'd really ever known like that, and she knew that it was gone for good this time. Vegeta's voice broke the silence.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Was."

"Yeah, whatever. Was." He rolled his eyes and they stayed silent for another five or so minutes, before he heard her soft sobs. Her face was buried in her hands, her head resting against the steering wheel.

"You're not going to drive like that and kill me. Tell me where you live and I'll drive." She sighed, and tried to pull herself together.

"I-I'm," She leaned herself back in the driver's seat, trying to prove she was fine.

"You are not fine, woman, and I don't want to die today." She shot him an icy glare.

"Whatever. You scratch my car, I kill you. It's simple." Bulma glanced to her new cohort for any sort of affirmation. He grunted again, and they climbed over each other, both too lazy to get out and walk around the car.

"Where do you live?"

"Capsule." He stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"Your parents work there or something?"

"My last name is Briefs. You figure it out." He blinked, and just started to drive. Bulma Briefs. Why didn't he think of it earlier? The daughter of the owner and founder of Capsule Corporation… wow. He didn't really care though. 'Feh. So what. She could turn to be a good friend. Not the average girl.' He mindlessly pulled up to the front gates, where Bulma punched in a key code, and they were immediately let in.

"Follow the drive to the left. I have my own little place all the way down there." He nodded, and slowed when he saw the capsule house.

The two entered silently, and he glanced around. She was a gamer; hooked up to a big screen TV was just about every system he'd ever heard of; plus a computer on the kitchen counter. She had tossed a picture on the ground purposely on the way to her room, cracking the frame. He gently picked it up and glanced at it.

She was sitting on Her ex's shoulders, laughing. She looked truly happy. To the right was the raven-haired girl and the goofy kid together, the goofy one blushing ever so slightly, and the last couple was the blonde girl, and an incredibly short bald guy, whom he immediately decided to nick name baldy. And to the bald kid's right, there was none other than his best friend from his old school, Radditz. He glanced to the goofy kid, and to Radditz. Brothers. The goofy one was Radditz's brother. The one that he said lived with his Grandfather. 'I would've never guessed..'

Vegeta set down the picture and waited for his female comrade to finish changing. As if on que, she stepped out of her bedroom, clad in a pair of jeans he guessed were four sizes too big for her, a shirt that was a size too small, and a black trench coat tossed idly over her shoulder. Her boots were still on under that mass of jeans she wore. She'd evidently washed her hands, as they were now free of her own blood.

"Ready?" He merely nodded to her question, and scrutinized her as she stuffed arm after arm into the jacket.

"Want me to drive again?"

"If you want. You better feel lucky, mister," She let a faint, but cocky grin pass over her light rouge lips. "I barely let anyone drive my car."

"I'll remember that," he chuckled partly to himself, partly to her.

And with that, they were off to lunch.