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"Miss Briefs," What's his face, the history teacher, was scribbling something then handed it to Bulma.

"This will allow you some time to get organized, you have 8 minutes, and for goodness sakes, stop banging your head on your locker.

Bulma stopped, everyone sighing in relief, only to return to banging her head on the locker beside hers.

The bell rang, and what was left of the crowd of educators scurried away to their classes.

"Eight minutes, that's it." He left to go to his class.

Allowing time for the dizziness to leave her, Bulma looked at the pile of useless junk scattered around the floor.

"Might as well, I can't afford t pay for anymore damage these books take."

Getting onto her knees, Bulma worked towards picking everything up and placing them in neat piles. Turning her back to a pile she just topped off, Bulma's head jerked around to see her papers go flying.

"Everything hates me."

"So true."

Bulma thought about throwing something at him, but 4 minutes of work wasn't worth Vegeta.

"Please, in the name of the holy nickel, leave me alone."

Vegeta stopped, then headed towards the office, not knocking anything over in the process.

Bulma was, needless to say, shocked.

"What the…?" Nothing, he didn't do anything.

'What does this mean? What's he up to? He's made my life miserable already, he couldn't turn over a new leaf THAT fast. Something is definitely up. Maybe it's a trap. Lulling me into a sense of security, then he kills me. Wait, that sounds paranoid, he'll, I don't know, kill me? This is confusing, I'll just stop thinking about it. No more banging your head on the locker, find something softer…just your desk then…'

The clock showed that 7 minutes had passed.

Bulma had everything picked up at least 2 minutes ago, but she wasn't going to breathe in the same vicinity with preps anymore then she had to.

Allowing her thoughts to wander around, Bulma soon leashed them up, chained them up, stuck it in the cage and locked it shut. You don't want to know.

'Why him? Nearly, 1.3 percent of the boy population aren't jerks, so why. Oh no, I'm subconsciously going with the majority. What happened to my will power? Down the tubes obviously…' Bulma thought, and as the clock showed that Bulma's time was up.

"In a nutshell, my life sucks." Bulma picked up her binder and junk, heading over to the history classroom.

Vegeta came down the stairs scowling and cursing when Bulma was halfway to her class.

Glaring at him Bulma's mind brought this up, 'Like I said, my life sucks.'

"Hi Vegeta, how are you today?"

Vegeta was stunned.

"You've lost haven't you?" He said seriously, looking to see signs of lunacy.

"No, I don't want my last words to be profanities. Have a nice day." Bulma left Vegeta speechless, him not being to sure how to counter against polite greetings.

Bulma opened the door to her class, using all her self control she possessed not to slam the door to the noise. The teacher was at his computer, having already given the daily assignment, playing around on the internet.

Bulma was heading to her seat, the back of the class, away from all preps, at least that's how it usually was.

"So he was all like, "she's my girl" and then Shakira was all, yeah-huh, and then…" A few cheerleaders were conversing, if you could call it that, in the desks right in front of Bulma's.

"Excuse me." Bulma asked. They ignored her and continued with their oh so exhilarating story.

"Before, you were, like, so RUDELY interrupted, what Whitney, like do?"

"She was all like, I'm hot-"

"You're all snots." Bulma filled in, as she walked by to her seat, having given up on getting by this without resorting to insults.

"You know, we're like gonna give you like the like silent treatment." Pigtails turned around to inform Bulma.

"Praise the Lord, I do not deserve such a blessing." Bulma's head went to look at the ceiling in mock thanks.

Ponytail 2 turned around to face Bulma,

"Like why were you like, flirting with my man?"

"I haven't talked to any guy since about a two days ago, but he was more of a blob then a human."

"Uh no, like, Vegeta." Ponytail 2 said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, flipping her her hair over her shoulder. Bulma nearly choked on her spit.

After coughing several times, Bulma managed to wheeze, "Vegeta's human? I thought he was in the same league as the blob, except h-" Bulma cut herself off. She didn't say it, so there fore it's not true and no one can hold it against herself.

'Vegeta is not hot, Vegeta is not Hot, Vegeta is hot, Vegeta is not hot…' Bulma chanted to herself, not realizing her subconscious had put its two cents in.

"Whatever, I like saw you, like, talking."

Bulma just stared in disbelief.

"We…talked…and then…you…assume…I was…flirting…"

"So you, like, admit it." Ponytail 2 looked triumphant, flipping her hair over her shoulder again.

"What? That you're stupid? Yeah, but nearly everyone does…"

Ponytail 2 looked crestfallen. Bulma, on the other hand, was happy.

"You didn't just say that." Ponytail 1 spoke up. At her voice, nearly every head in the classroom turned to see, the teacher excluded.

"I have, I did, I will again." Bulma looked at the pitiful sight;

Ponytail 1 was comforting Ponytail 2, Pigtails was getting offended, and Britney Spears wannabe looked pale.

'No one's said that before.' Bulma thought proudly.

"You're like, so mean." Ponytail 2 said through the sniffles.

"Thinking you all bad, you ain't." Pigtails piped.

Totaling the detentions she would have to serve for fighting in the hall, ruining the Principal's office, and interrupting the prep rally, Bulma finally said,

"I'm the one having to serve a month's worth of detentions, how 'bout you?"

At this, the preps had noting to retort with, they weren't used to people standing up for themselves. So they used their one other alternative.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

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I do give preps the names most suited to them, Ponytail 1&2 are based off real preps.

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