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"I really don't like this, I REALLY don't," Tiffany pouted as she tried on her new school uniform in the Orange Star High School girls' locker room.  It was the classic Japanese sailor style outfit and was black with a blue bow.

"How do you think I feel?" asked Andy.  "I haven't worn a skirt for nearly a year and now I have to everyday."  She had already finished and was looking in the mirror, a disgusted look upon her face.

"But, still, Andrea, this is down right appalling.  I shouldn't have to wear this… thing!  After all I am-"

"Be quiet, Tiff.  I hear someone coming.  I bet it's the vice principal checking on us," Andrea hushed.

And sure enough it was.  "Are you girls finished?  I'd like to be able to go over room assignments now," questioned a short, black haired woman with a tight bun and pointy green glasses.

Tiffany tied the last knot on her shoes.  "Yeah, we're ready," she called as she and Andy ran over to the door and out into the hall.

The Vice Principal followed the girls out promptly and pulled a white piece of folded paper out her breast pocket.  "Now, Tiffany, you'll be in room 114, which is right there," she explained as she pointed directly next to them to the left.  "And Andrea, you're in 111, which is straight down the hall to your right.  I hope that I have covered all of your questions earlier this morning, for I have a very important meeting to attend to now and must go.  I'll be keeping my eye out, so get to class."

Tiffany and Andrea exchanged glances.  Never had they thought that they would be in different rooms.  Each one would be completely isolated from the other since the Japanese teachers rotated and not the students.

"You know, this really sucks," Tiffany commented.  "I never thought this would happen.  What nerve to separate the only two American students in the entire school."

Andy hung her head.  "Well maybe we'll make friends.  And we still have lunch together.  That's a good thing."

Tiffany continued to frown.  "I suppose.  But I guess we should get to class.  We don't need to get into any trouble the first day."

Andy nodded and trotted off down the hall, her blue eyes sunken into her face in deep depression.  She waved and continued to walk as Tiffany watched her disappear out of sight into her new classroom.  She huffed a big sigh and walked into what would be her life for the next four months.

"Can I help you?" asked the teacher when she entered the room.

"I'm the new student, Tiffany Elbategev."

The teacher frowned.  "You're late.  And I already took role," he stated harshly.

"I'm sorry," Tiffany began, but didn't continue because the teacher was already on her case.

"I don't know what they teach you in America, but it's very rude to be late.  Don't let it happen again."

Tiffany was taken aback by this and was near tears.  "Ok…"

The teacher pointed to a seat in the back of the room.  "That is where you will sit now, go!"

Tiffany obediently nodded her head and ran over to where her new seat was.

"Don't let Mr. Sugomi get to you," said a cheerful girl from beside her.  "He's only like this when he fights with his girlfriend."

Tiffany smiled again in what seemed like an eternity.  "Oh, thanks, that's good to know.  I'm Tiffany, who're you."

The girl's black eyes and hair shined with enthusiasm as she exclaimed, "I'm Pan Son, pleased to meet you!"

Surprisingly, the girls were able to make it through the first half of the day without much trouble.  Tiffany's first teacher was the only one who gave her any trouble and Andy accidentally had a small pen explode on her desk.  But other than that, everything was okay.  Lunch, however, was a different story. 

"How do they all fit in here?" asked Andrea as she looked about the lunchroom in amazement.

"Probably because about half of them eat outside," Tiffany pointed out.  "We've never done that before.  Wanna?"

Andrea shrugged.  "I don't see why not."

Bra had suggested that the two packed their lunches due to the outrageous lines, so they promptly left the cafeteria to the courtyard, brown bag lunches in hand.

They immediately spotted Bra who was surrounded by a group of boys.  They were about to go up to her until they discovered that she was enjoying herself a little too much and decided it would be a good idea not to interrupt her.  So instead they found themselves eating on a bench at the far end of the school grounds.  But what they didn't know was that this bench was previously reserved.

"What are you doing in our Monday seats?" asked a particularly snobby brunette with piercing green eyes surrounded by a group of her friends.

Tiffany motioned around her.  "Well eating obviously.  And what do you mean your 'Monday seats'?"

This time a blond spoke.  "Lita, I'll take care of this.  Oh yeah, these are the new American students.  They mustn't know the ropes yet, a pity that no one told them.  Everyday of the week, we have a different eating location.  This one just so happens to be our Monday one, so I'd appreciate it if you left.  You can eat here another day."

"You've got to be crazy," replied Andy, eyes glaring ferociously at the girls.

"Yeah, what makes you the boss?"  Tiffany smirked at her.  "I hate to break it to you, but it takes more than a big bust to make you a boss."  She pointed to her obviously altered school blouse.

The girl snarled and reached out to hit Tiffany, but her attack was immediately blocked.

"Tarta, save it for another day," said the girl who introduced herself as Pan.

Tarta growled.  "Why it's you… can't you keep to yourself?"

Pan grinned.  "Not as long as there's snot on this earth like you.  Now go before I decide to finish you off."

There was a moment of silence before Tarta and her friends shuffled off in a huff, but they did in fact leave.

"You just made yourselves a bad enemy," she sighed sitting down next to them.  "But don't worry, she hates me, too.  I knocked her down in basketball last year and she's hated me ever since."  Her eyes suddenly brightened.  "Oh yeah, my name's Pan!  I met Tiffany already, but I haven't introduced to you, yet!" she exclaimed as she reached out to Andy, who immediately outstretched hers as well.

"My name's Andy."

"Hey you guys aren't the American kids staying with the Briefs, are you?"

Tiffany and Andrea nodded.

"That's so cool.  I guess that means I'll be seeing you guys!  My family is great friends with the Briefs!  We hang out all the time!"  She looked a blue watch on her wrist.  "Ack!  I haven't eaten yet and we have ten minutes left of this period.  I gotta go.  I'll see you later!  Bye."  With that said, she got up and left.

"She seems like she's trained in the martial arts," Andrea stated.

"Yeah and not half bad, either."

          The rest of the day went well for the girls, with not much else happening.  When they got home, the fell exhausted onto their beds and slept until dinner, where they were bombarded about the days events by Bra who heard everything at school.  They gave her the minor details including Pan, whom got a positive response out of everyone except for Vegeta, who just snarled and looked ever more intently at his guests.