Hello readers! Thank you for getting this far.. I intend to entice you with little highschool setting for B/V... Vegeta's a new student with a pension for Goku, so when he arrives he quickly notices that the best way to him is Bulma, an outstanding student who he picks to "tutor" his pretend C with ulterior motives. Bulma isn't thrilled at all to be in even the same room as our villainous Vegeta, but when he promises to set her up on a date with popular ladies man Yamcha, she apprehensively obliges. But much to his surprise as well as Bulma's, it begins to some extracurricular benefits...

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is under the ownership of the great Akira Toriyama, Funimation, Fuji TV, and definitely not me. Its characters and plotlines are reserved to them.

Rating: M.. Because it's fun. (lemonlanguagelove)


Then he noticed her.

Being early as per usual to efficiently analyze his environment and its inhabitants with thorough scrutiny, Vegeta was a new student at Orange Star High. This being his first day, he was extremely silent, not even making a sound sitting down, getting his things with a jaguar's dexterity in its prey's territory.

About ten minutes before the class was scheduled to begin walked in a porcelain-skinned, curved female with the most peculiar hair colour that would have attracted anyone's line of vision from how deeply turquoise it was. It glistened and swayed in the air at her every movement, something he was flabbergasted that he would notice. Trying to avert his gaze, he caught the flashy smile she sent to the teacher of course, making him curse in his mind at himself for seeing that same hair colour in her eyes.

She sat down, failing to notice him or anyone else, he saw. There seemed to be a shift of air when she walked in, and not an appreciate one either. He quickly made note of this and for three excruciatingly minutes, he struggled to keep her out of his vision which proved futile with her sitting directly three levels down from him in the first row. Then Goku walked in, his kind smile changing the air immediately. He was obviously well-liked, sending hi-fives around the room before sitting. Interestingly, he didn't come off as vain as one would predict.

Vegeta felt his body instantly warm at the sight of him, however. He wanted nothing more than to punch out the living daylights in the Martial Arts Tournament champion. He was immediately reminded of the reason for his vengeance, the scene flashing through his mind until he put it to a halt.

Goku sat down next to the aqua-haired outcast, who beamed proudly. He briefly wondered if she had a desire for Goku, but saw more of a platonic glint that held no lusty heat to it. Unless she was a good actress, she seemed more relieved to have someone there who acknowledged her presence as benevolent.

"Alright, class. We're going to start, today. My name is , please takes your seats and pay attention."

Goku leaned over to Bulma, who regarded him with narrowed, skeptical eyes that then snapped towards Vegeta's direction to search faces until meeting his. Vegeta made sure to emit the most stoic expression to her as her face somewhat dropped before turning. She leaned to Goku and whispered something, making the champion giggle loudly.

"-Eh! Son Goku, something funny?" Mr. Yiruma asked, irritated. Goku shrugged and pointed back at Vegeta.

"I just didn't know they enrolled serial killers, sir!" Goku barely said in between giggles before bursting out laughing. Bulma let her mouth curved downwards in a repressed laugh. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

The teacher did as well,"Alright, enough ridicule. Being the new kid is hard enough. Class, please meet Ouji Vegeta of Eastside District."

The class gasped, the Orange Star District was at high odds of rivalry with Eastside District in their fighter culture. At every tournament, they were each other's hardest opponents. Nonetheless, Vegeta stood up as he saw the blue wonder looked up at him with a fleeting gaze of mystique. He made sure to keep his piercing stare into that gaze, privately reveling in every flash of intimidation in her face.

There was barely a clap before he sat down. She took an extra moment to try to process him, which she failed and then turned. After class ended, he stayed behind, watching her as she interacted with Goku to further determine their relationship. He couldn't help but notice the way she gingerly put her things away, obviously they were made of high value and the most updated technology, even things he recognized as not even released yet. When he saw the Capsule Corp. logo, he then understood the reason for it. She let her eyes flicker at him for a millisecond before seeing that he already had his eyes focused on her. Startled, she reverted her gaze.

She rushed to leave the classroom, quickly bidding Goku goodbye. Much to Vegeta's devious convenience, he and Goku ended up alone. Vegeta rised, "So you have some jokes, I see."

Goku's eyes slowly raised to Vegeta's. His eyebrow knitted, "Yeah it was a joke. It's how we greet new people, haha."

"How characteristic of you."

Goku noted the vicious tone in Vegeta's voice and stood up to glare at him. "Is there something wrong here?"

Vegeta scoffed, "I'm here to finally beat you to the ground as you've well deserved since your last Tournament."

Goku's eyebrows raised, "Oh really? Any reason?"

Vegeta looked away, "That's not your business, you know exactly what you did during your last spar!"

There was only one thing Goku could think of that this new kid could have referred to. A fight in which a fatality resulted, something usually evaded during any competition. Goku took a breath, blowing the memory away as he faced Vegeta head on. "Yeah well, I'm not here to fight. This is school. I won't fight around people or properties."

"Alright then, we shall schedule. Anywhere, anytime you clown."

Goku regarded him with a pause, "...I'll think about it."

With that he left an irate Vegeta there in the classroom, alone to rack his brain as to how he could approach Goku for his revenge...


"Ugh, that new guy was so weird. He kept looking at me with this cold stare like some psycho! I'm glad you got him, haha." Bulma quipped as she and Goku walked home.

"Eh, he has a hangup with me or something now. Don't think about it, Bulma, he'll screw off eventually."

Bulma looked at the dark shadow that was cast over her best friend's features. Goku obviously didn't like him, but his words came off inauthentic, as if there was more to it..

She merely nodded as they walked in comfortable silence. Knowing the mountain of homework waiting for her at home to keep her scholarship-aimed GPA, her mind swam with the list of things she had to do once she got home. Goku couldn't stop wondering how far this guy would go to get to him, but he wouldn't dare worry Bulma or make her try to confront Vegeta. Because she would.

"Well, I'll see you later, Bulma. I need to think awhile on my way home so I'll stop with you here," Goku announced in an uncharacteristic, distant tone. Bulma nodded, perturbed by her friend's behavior. As it worked on her mind, she felt herself run right into a solid person and she fell back a little. Something gripped her arm and she instinctively pulled back with a wild glare at the stranger she had collided with.

It was him!

"What do you want?!" She demanded, leaning back from him. He detected more anger than fear coming from her as he cooly regarded her.

"Absolutely nothing from you, wench."

"Oh please, like you'd get anything anyway!"

He threw his head back with a crazed smirk, pulling her shoulders and pushing her against the wall next to them. "As convinced as I am that I would get whatever I damn well pleased, you don't seem to enthused to be around serial killers. I would hate to scare you any more than I obviously have."

She narrowed her eyes, "Oh fuck off, I'm not afraid of you-"

Her words froze in the air between them as he pulled a strand of that uniquely coloured hair, the texture driving him crazy. Realizing the treachery his fingers were pulling, his dark obsidian eyes snapped back to hers with nothing short of loathing.

"Don't fuck with me," he growled. Releasing her as rapidly as he had taken her, he spun around on his heel and broodingly strode away from her, the dark flame of his hair glaring against the bright, late afternoon sun.

The sight of it made her gasp amid the intense mystique of this new guy, who just basically forced himself on her against the wall. Bulma knew she should have been irate and offended, which she was, but she felt something else entirely different. Something she had never felt before.

Pushing the strange sensations away, the blue-haired teenager sauntered off home to push her crazy thoughts away with homework.


Haha! I hope you guys like it, I swore to myself I wouldn't try a highschool fic because they seem so cliché as I am quite sure mine does as well but I can't stop! Please leave comments and feedback, I welcome anything. I have most of this one planned as it won't be huge but I can't wait to finish something again. It's been too long!

Also ask questions because sometimes I'm confusing, even to myself haha.

Thanks for reading!

~Nicolesque