"Kakarot, what classes are you taking tomorrow?" A haughty teen asked his roommate after just being checked for nightly inspections.

"Oh! I thought...I must have the wrong room..." Interrupted an apologetic voice through their open door from the hall. The intruder glanced inside, frowning with confusion. "No, it is you! Goku...right?" He stared with a bemused, fixated expression at the easily distracted roommate.

"Yeah. Don't let that confuse you, Krillin. Vegeta just calls me Kakarot..." He began rambling in a friendly conversation as Vegeta growled with frustration at the irking interruption.

"Hi Vegeta. I'm Krillin." The midget finally worked up the courage to say. Vegeta only met his eyes for a moment before returning his attention to his roommate.

"Kakarot, what classes are you taking tomorrow?" He repeated impatiently.

"Aw, come on, Vegeta. You can't just say hi to the guy first? He's new here!" Kakarot insisted with a teasing smile. The idiot could care less whether Vegeta was nice. He just took every opportunity he could get to piss off his roommate. Vegeta sneered intimidatingly at the little, lingering nuisance instead. See how he liked that introduction.

"Don't mind Vegeta, Krillin. He's like this with everyone." Kakarot smiled warmly at their wary intruder while Vegeta rolled his eyes at the niceties.

"Don't apologize for me, Kakarot." Vegeta said, crossing his arms and tapping his finger against his bicep impatiently as he stared intensely through his roommate, awaiting his answer. Kakarot widened his eyes and smiled as the moron finally recognized the implication of the insistence in Vegeta's actions.

"Tomorrow's gonna be the best day! I've got all my combat training classes lined up, Vegeta!" He proclaimed as he leaned back in his chair. "You taking any combat training tomorrow?" Kakarot asked with a competitive smirk. Vegeta smirked right back.

"Of course I am, Kakarot." He said with a smug smile as he crossed his arms.

"Ooookay," Krillin said, intruding again from the doorway. Vegeta groaned. Why was he still here? "I was just wondering…if you guys didn't mind…" the bald kid mumbled, tapping his fingers nervously together until he trailed off. Vegeta shook his head, tempted to slam the door in this idiot's face, until he realized that would only cause Kakarot to invite the idiot inside. It was better to leave him in the doorway.

"Spit it out already!" Vegeta finally yelled impatiently. Krillin startled, his lip trembling as he met Vegeta's gaze. Vegeta smirked, proud to strike fear in the little ingrate.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow your notes from Colonel Roshi's lecture!" Krillin exclaimed hurriedly. Vegeta was actually a little impressed. No stuttering, no backtracking. Maybe the guy actually had some balls. But tough luck getting those notes. Vegeta looked at Kakarot, who frowned and scratched the back of his head as he looked mutely at Krillin.

"Uh...Krillin, I wasn't actually taking notes in that class." Kakarot explained with an upturned, apologetic palm and a slight shrug. Krillin looked at Vegeta with a look of desperation as Vegeta chuckled in amusement.

"Sorry, baldy. You should have taken your own notes if you wanted them." Vegeta said cruelly. Kakarot frowned at Vegeta, that reprimanding frown, and Vegeta scowled back warningly. He better not dare say anything. This was just too good. Of course, that would be too much to ask for.

"Nobody takes notes in Roshi's classes." Kakarot explained, shooting a smug smile to Vegeta. That dirty bastard! "You'll get by fine without them, believe me." Krillin frowned doubtfully as he studied Kakarot's cheerful visage. He then turned to Vegeta, narrowing his eyes judgmentally.

"Is that so?" Krillin asked haughtily. Oh sure. He was all attitude now.

"Hn!" Vegeta sneered in reply, too peeved with his meddlesome roommate to issue a response. And he was just beginning to find some amusement from the little pest. His face told enough as Krillin smiled, returning his attention to Kakarot.

"Thanks, Goku. Yamcha was right. You are a good guy to know around here." He said with a big smile. He shot Vegeta a dirty look, a judgmental frown, and Vegeta rolled his eyes at the attempted intimidation. He could only imagine what that buffoon, Yamcha told the new guy about him. Like he needed their seal of approval. All he needed from the others was obedience and submission. He would be a general someday, and until then, the lesser men were welcome to hate him.

"Hey, guys!" A familiar voice interjected excitedly from just outside the room in the hall. Speaking of lesser men. "That Yajirobe kid on the third floor is selling fake IDs!" The other intruder exclaimed loudly, bumping right into Krillin as he whirled in excitement to look into Kakarot and Vegeta's room. Krillin's eyes bulged at his roommate as he steadied himself, gaping at the surprising announcement as Vegeta scoffed.

"Why don't you announce it louder? I'm not sure if the Colonels all heard you." Vegeta remarked sarcastically as he glared at the other unwanted presence in his doorway. He turned to Kakarot with a thoughtful expression. "Why did we leave that door open, Kakarot?"

"So we can talk to our friends, Vegeta." Kakarot countered encouragingly as he began tapping his fingers on the desk next to him, looking at the others with a big, goofy smile. "We don't want to be antisocial."

"Speak for yourself." Vegeta grumbled.

"Are you guys planning on buying some?" Kakarot asked the other two in a surprised tone, paying no mind to Vegeta's remark.

"Hell yeah!" Another student interjected, peering over Krillin's shoulder with a wide smile. "I need to get out of here, meet some women!" Vegeta groaned and stood with his fists clenched by his sides as he observed the hoard that was forming in their doorway.

"Alright! Find somewhere else to have this stupid conversation!" Vegeta yelled at the group, who stepped back in surprise at his ferocity.

"What's the matter, Vegeta? Are we disturbing you and Goku? You want to be alone with your boyfriend now?" The latest addition to the group taunted with a smug smile as Vegeta growled furiously. Kakarot quickly stood and forcefully held his hands over Vegeta's chest, obnoxiously restraining him from making any further moves towards the tall, bald, idiotic student in the doorway that Vegeta was attempting to attack.

"Hey! Calm down, Vegeta!" Kakarot yelled as Vegeta tried to get around him and fought harder to break through the big oaf of a barrier. "Tien's just joking! He knows we're not like that!" Kakarot explained as Vegeta huffed and glared at his interfering roommate.

"Yeah! Look!" Tien added with a laugh. "Look how Goku's feeling him up now!" Tien chuckled, adding insult to injury with that remark as he pointed. Kakarot quickly pulled his hands back from Vegeta's chest as if it was on fire, his eyes widening at Tien's claim. Vegeta immediately took the opportunity to push past Kakarot, launching his fist towards Tien's face. Unfortunately, when the three huddled figures in the doorway attempted to move from the incoming attack, Vegeta's fist landed not in Tien's face, but Yamcha's. Yamcha held his bleeding nose in pain and glared over his shoulder at a guiltily frowning Tien.

"Son of a bitch, Vegeta!" Yamcha exclaimed, his voice muffled through his clasped hands.

"Oops." Vegeta deadpanned carelessly as he cradled his wounded fist and stalked back to his chair. Krillin followed Yamcha away with a glare over his shoulder, which Vegeta easily shrugged off. He turned to Kakarot, disappointed to see his roommate giving him that reproving look. "What? He asked for it." Vegeta retorted as Kakarot rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"He didn't ask for it." Tien said pointedly from the doorway. Vegeta scowled at him and crossed his arms.

"No. You did. So why are you still here?" Vegeta asked abrasively as Tien glared at him through the doorway. They continued staring each other down, and if that big, bald moron thought he was going to intimidate Vegeta, he'd be in for a long night.

"Do you want an ID, Goku? I can get you one." Tien said with a frown, his eyes fixed on Vegeta as he attempted to ignore him and address Kakarot. It was clear he was already squirming for a way out of their stare-down.

"Nah. I don't think so, Tien. I mean, where are you planning to go with them anyways?" Kakarot asked nonchalantly as he turned to his dresser and pulled out some boxers, wasting no time in undressing for bed, in spite of their wide open door. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the behavior before turning his sideways glance back to focusing on Tien. He glared hatefully, waiting for the moron to leave them alone already. Not that he would say it after that earlier comment. Having a reputation like that was the last thing he needed.

"You know." Tien answered with a shrug, forfeiting the stare down as he turned his gaze to Kakarot, who was completely in the nude as he began pulling up his boxers. Funny that he should choose to look at him then. Maybe he was the one who should be accused of having a boyfriend. "Clubs, bars, the kind of places teenagers are supposed to go when they feel like rebelling. Anywhere where there are girls, really." Tien added with a thoughtful frown. Vegeta pursed his lips thoughtfully as he turned to his roommate, who was now dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. Vegeta was curious to hear his answer. He certainly had no interest in going anywhere with that motley group. But maybe if the company were different, going out and getting drunk wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"Can't you go to those places without the fake ID?" Kakarot asked with wide eyes and a frown. The clubs maybe, but the bars, hell no. And without fake IDs, you could forget about the drinking. What was the point of that?

"Tell you what. I'll get you one, just in case." Tien decided with a smirk as he crossed his arms. "You too, Vegeta. If you think you can keep your hands to yourself from now on." Tien's snide comment made Vegeta growl furiously and march towards the joker. Was he honestly starting that shit again?! "I meant your fists! Your fists, man!" Tien exclaimed as he hastily raised his hands in an appeasing manner and laughed while sliding back a few steps into the hall. Perfect. Vegeta smirked as he noted the clearance in the doorway and slammed the door in Tien's face without another word. He turned around with a self-satisfied smile to see his roommate awkwardly scratching his head.

"What?" Vegeta asked as he headed to his own dresser, ready to dress himself for bed.

"You want a fake ID?" Kakarot asked curiously as Vegeta froze his movements of pulling clothing from his drawer for a moment. How did the idiot catch that? He couldn't have. Vegeta shook his head before answering as he shut his drawer and resumed dressing.

"Of course not! I wanted your band of merry men out of our doorway. Keep that door closed from now on, Kakarot! How the hell am I supposed to study or even think straight with all that noise coming in here all the time?" Vegeta said scoldingly as he finished dressing and plopped backwards onto his bed. He laid there for a minute in silence while Kakarot retrieved his toiletries and held them snugly against his chest. He headed for the door before glancing back at Vegeta with a smirk.

"Okay, Vegeta." Kakarot said knowingly after a long pause. Vegeta scowled as his roommate left the room wordlessly. He clasped his hands over his stomach as he stared towards the ceiling thoughtfully. So what if he did want a fake ID? It was about time they did something rebellious. He might have ambitions, but that didn't mean he should avoid breaking some rules every once in a while.


"...Tryouts will be posted on the bulletin board in your hall. Take a look. There are plenty of teams and clubs being offered this year. Three weeks from now, we'll be having a family weekend. Be prepared, your families should already know the date. Any questions?" The teacher asked sternly to the classroom full of girls, her long black hair drawn back in a boring low ponytail and glasses framing her small, beady blue eyes. She glanced around the room, awaiting any questions. Surprisingly, one hand did finally shoot up when a student started getting anxious to leave her seat after a long wait.

"Ms. Mai, where's the bell?" She asked as the instructor shook her head in disbelief. A second later, said bell finally rang as a flurry of activity began. The girl laughed in relief. "Oh good! I thought we were never going to be let out of class!" She yelled to the teacher over the commotion with a huge smile. Another girl grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along out of the classroom.

"Come on, Maron. We've got to check that signup board before all the spots fill up." She urged as she forcefully pulled the blue haired girl, who glanced back into the room with concern.

"But, Chi-Chi! What about 18?" She asked as she resisted, glancing back to their cool, collected friend, still seated in her desk.

"What about 18?" Chi-Chi repeated skeptically as she gave Maron's arm another tug and easily maneuvered through the crowded hall. "You know she doesn't care about this kind of stuff!" Chi-Chi huffed as they reached the stairs and began hurriedly trudging up the stairs to their dormitory hall.

"I hate these uniforms." Maron whined as she followed Chi-Chi's brisk pace up the stairs, repetitively pulling down her shirt that kept bunching up around her waist. The tight, sliding sensation was so bothersome! Chi-Chi groaned as Maron skipped a few steps in an attempt to catch up with her hasty friend.

"Next time, try ordering your own size, not two sizes smaller!" Chi-Chi exclaimed breathily as the trek up the stairs finally ended and they reached their hall. Maron was panting by the time they reached the top. She might be more beautiful, but knew she was not nearly as athletic as Chi-Chi. "There's the board!" Chi-Chi yelled as she violently pushed her way through the surrounding crowd. Maron casually leaned against a far wall, catching her breath while Chi-Chi did her thing. She knew Chi-Chi would sign up for her, and could probably pick something better than Maron would pick for herself. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Chi-Chi returned to Maron with a triumphant grin.

"All signed up." She announced with a breath of relief as Maron only briefly wondered what they were signed up for. It didn't matter anyways, as long as she had the chance to wear a cuter uniform than the school one. "Let's get to our rooms and call it a day."

"And change out of these gaudy uniforms." Maron added, pinching the material of her vest and observing it with a deep frown. Chi-Chi shrugged at her indifferently. The uniform consisted of solid black or white shoes, a pleated skirt in white, orange and blue plaid, and a white t-shirt with blue vest. With the skirt hem landing at mid-thigh, Chi-Chi actually seemed to not mind it. Of course, she altered the skirt to make it fit that way (it was supposed to land at the knee). Maron's did not require that treatment, as it landed at mid-thigh without alteration needed. Hmm. Maybe her uniform was too small. Chi-Chi and Maron reached their nice, cozy rooms, and Chi-Chi turned to Maron with a shrug.

"You wanna hang?" Chi-Chi asked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of gum, extending it to Maron in offer. Maron gladly accepted the gum and began chewing it loudly before speaking.

"Sure." Maron smiled with a shrug as she followed Chi-Chi into her and Bulma's room. They stepped inside to find the new girl, Bulma-something already in there, chatting on the phone. Bulma quickly ended the conversation and hung up when she saw them.

"Hey, ladies. What's going on?" Bulma asked as Maron smiled slyly while watching Bulma hang up the phone. That sounded like it could have been a boyfriend conversation. Maron met Bulma earlier that day during class. To say Bulma was rude would be an understatement. She acted polite, but Maron thought Bulma didn't like her, even though she never even did anything to Bulma.

"Who were you talking to, Bulma?" Maron asked teasingly. "Was that your boyfriend?"

"No. I had to break up with my boyfriend when I moved here, Maron. There was just no way it would work." Bulma sounded really sad when she talked about her boyfriend. Maron pouted blatantly at Bulma, feeling sorry for her.

"Listen, Bulma." Chi-Chi said. "It's good to keep up with your old friends and all, but try focusing on the people here. We'll have fun. I promise." Chi-Chi winked with a bright smile. Bulma smiled back as that meany, 18 sauntered into the room.

"Are you ready for the show, girls?" 18 announced smugly as she heaved a heavy duffle bag into the room. Chi-Chi and Maron's eyes lit excitedly right away. Maron didn't mind if the mean girl was here, not when she was bringing those thingies! Maron reached towards the bag with itchy fingers while Chi-Chi got to it first.

"Is that what I think it is?!" Chi-Chi shrieked, thinking just what Maron was thinking, as she reached for the bag and tore it from 18's hands. Bulma frowned warily at the girls.

"Listen, maybe I should go before I even know what you have in there." Bulma stated as she began to stand to leave.

"No!" Maron said as she assumed Bulma thought they had drugs or guns or something. She laughed as she grabbed Bulma's hand tight. "It's nothing like that, silly!"

"And you won't want to miss this." 18 added with a smirk as she watched Chi-Chi pulling things from the bag. Bulma sat back down on her bed as Maron smiled a big smile at the familiar items being withdrawn. Not that those bino-thingies were interesting. No, it was what they could show the girls that made them exciting. Chi-Chi quickly pulled out the big, heavy cases. Lazuli grabbed one and pulled out a pair. Bulma scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and gazed out towards the lake view of their window. Chi-Chi laughed as Maron watched Bulma's reaction in amusement.

Bulma glanced back at her new friends with a funny, confused expression. Maron wondered if that was what she looked like when everyone told her she was confused. After all, Bulma did look sort of like her. She would have to talk to Bulma sometime about maybe dying her hair. Maron grabbed the heavy gadget and was already pushing it to her eyes, gazing out the window in search of that beautiful sight.

"She'll never find them." 18 scoffed at Chi-Chi, who readily nodded in agreement as she prepared to look herself. Maron hoped 18 was wrong. She really, really wanted to find them! Like, right now!

"Find what, guys? Are you duck watchers or something?" Bulma asked. To Maron's utter surprise, 18 laughed loudly. Maron couldn't help laughing at the silly question either, but she never heard 18 laugh like that, especially not with a new girl. 18 certainly was never that friendly with Maron when she was new. Hell, she was hardly that friendly with her now.

"What's so funny?!" Bulma yelled out, startling everyone from their laughter, as Maron briefly removed her bino-whatevers from her eyes to jump in reaction to Bulma's outburst.

"I like you, Bulma. You're a riot." 18 decided with a straight face as she ignored Bulma's question and looked out the window through her own pair. Chi-Chi handed Bulma a pair and gestured to the view.

"Look through there, past the lake, Bulma. You'll see quite a sight." Chi-Chi smirked before turning back to look through her bino-thing again. Maron decided to do the same as Bulma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion again and with a shrug, lifted her gadget. The only thing Maron could see was the place where she was supposed to see them, but it was so tiny! Across the lake was the huge secure, military compound. In the sight of the stupid tool that was supposed to be helpful, Maron noted that the men in uniform guarding the roof looked like little ants. But she pouted angrily as she became fed up with her futile efforts.

"Guuuuys," Maron whined as she briefly lowered the heavy thing by her side, giving her aching arms a break as Bulma looked at her and set her own pair aside. Bulma's arms must have been tired, too. "I can't see! Everything just looks further away through these things!" Chi-Chi and 18's eyes remained fixated on their bino-thingies, their attention rapt in what they were seeing that Maron couldn't.

"You have the binoculars backwards again, Maron. Just turn them around." Chi-Chi grumbled absently. Maron sighed in relief as she hastily flipped the binoculars. Binoculars. She would have to remember that word. She'd have to remember which way they went, too.

"Bulma, keep looking." 18 ordered forcefully, causing Bulma to start in shock. 18 didn't glance once in Bulma's direction. Bulma frowned at 18 curiously before resuming her sightseeing, as Maron did the same, with the binoculars going the other way this time. Things were bigger this time! This was more like it. She lowered her view to try and find the other school. Bulma let out a sharp gasp when she found what the others were looking at and Chi-Chi and 18 chuckled in response while Maron growled to herself with frustration. Why could she only see the clouds and the sky? Where were the boys?

"You see now, Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked knowingly, following her question with a long sigh.

"Holy crap!" Bulma exclaimed after a few minutes of stunned silence. "I thought there were no boys here!" Where? Where are the boys? Maron thought as she darted her binoculars from spot to spot searching for something better than sky and lake.

"Not in the tactile sense." Chi-Chi complained bitterly.

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked slowly.

"She means that we have to abide by a very strict look-don't-touch policy here." 18 explained, sounding equally bitter.

"You mean there's no way to get across that lake and get your hands on some of those guys?" Bulma asked incredulously. That's exactly right! Maron had been trying to find a way around that for the past year. She had to get over there! Maybe there were some binoculars for hands or something, that could make you touch things all the way across the lake like they were right in front of you.

"No. There is no way across, Bulma." Chi-Chi said stubbornly as Maron frowned in disappointment, having her hopes dashed. "Don't you think 18 and I know what we're talking about with how long we've been here? And have you noticed the barbed-wire? They're strictly forbidden from fraternizing with our campus, and vice versa." Maron began to tune out the conversation as she sighted the school, finally narrowing in on the bronzed, muscular chests and backs of the shockingly attractive guys performing exercises in the yard across the lake. Yes!

"Hey, I found them, guys!" Maron announced excitedly with a bubbly laugh. 18 groaned in annoyance.

"What is that place?" Bulma asked after a few minutes of gazing.

"Korin Military Academy." 18 answered, following with a moan of content as she spied something good.

"We've got to find a way to meet those guys!" Bulma exclaimed with determination. Yeah. Wasn't that obvious? "I mean, my old school had guys, but they didn't hold a candle to some of the guys here. Ohhh." Bulma muttered. Maron tried not to drool as she caught sight of two shirtless guys grappling.

"Where are you looking, Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked suddenly.

"Two guys grappling in the field." Bulma answered absently. First she shared her look, now she had to be watching the same guys Maron was? Why couldn't Bulma find her own guys to watch?

"Look a little to the left, you'll find the swimming pool. They're doing laps." Chi-Chi suggested. That was more like it. Thank you, Chi-Chi. Now Bulma could try ogling her own guys. The other girls could watch from a distance all they wanted. Once they made it across that lake, Maron would have them all drooling over her. The other girls would have to get in line behind her if they wanted any action. And Maron would waste no time being the first to get to those guys once someone found a way.