Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to the wonderful genius Akira Toriyama. I am getting no credit for this! It is for fun!!!

A/N: Not for Nappa or Yamcha fans! My first DBZ fic, it's not much... -_-() I know the high school setting is probably a clichè by now, but it's all I could think of for now and I absolutely had to get this out of my head! Read and review....yes, reviews are always welcome....very good, reviews...OK, sorry, I'll stop rambling now. Enjoy! (If that is possible, but even if you don't like it you can tell me in a review...reviews are wonderful ya know....)



DBZ Senior Year!



Chapter 1

*****"But, Bulma--"

"But nothing! I saw you!"

"We're only friends, she was going through a tough time!" Yamcha was literally on his knees begging for the blue-haired beauty's mercy. But, after catching him and a stuck-up girl at school in his room, Bulma Briefs was showing no mercy at all.

"Yamcha, I've had it! I am never going out with you again, you--you-- BAKA!" Bulma screamed. She was in a rage, and her anger was affecting her vocabulary. At the moment, 'baka' was the best she could come up with, but as she had never called Yamcha anything but affectionate nicknames, it was enough to shock him into silence.

"Now, I'm leaving. And don't call me!!" And she slammed the door in his bewildered face.*****



......Of course, he called. Over and over, wanting Bulma to at least come over and talk about it. After a while, when she repeatedly refused, he finally stopped calling. Throughout the next month, Bulma was happily busy with Capsule Corp. work and hanging with ChiChi and 18. But then even that got old. She began counting the days till school started back....







"At last, the first day of school has arrived!" Bulma ran through the house shouting happily and trying to find her other blue tennis shoe.

"Bye, Bulma dear. Have fun today!" Mom called cheerily as her daughter breezed through the kitchen and out the door.

It was a wonderful day. Everything fit Bulma's light mood perfectly! The sky was the same blue as her hair, and only a few fluffy white clouds sailed across it. She caught up with ChiChi and 18 in front of Chi's house and walked the rest of the way to school with them, laughing gaily at the mental image of Yamcha on his knees.

When the friends got to the school, they went straight to the homeroom postings on the main office door. This year was their senior year at West Capital High, so they looked on the bright yellow piece of paper taped above the rest. Unfortunately, their exhilaration was quickly deflated upon seeing the homeroom assignments.

"Oh no...I got Michaels." ChiChi groaned. Lenny Michaels wasn't strict...but he had a reputation for flirting with the junior and senior girls.

"Poor Chi...I have Li. That's not too bad." 18 smiled sympathetically at ChiChi. Jeanne Li was definitely not lenient, but she was one of the most fair teachers in the school.

"Well, 18...looks like you're the only one of us who was assigned to a decent class. I'm in Sanders'." Bulma sighed dejectedly. William Sanders was very biased toward kids who loved sappy romance novels, and Bulma did not read romance.

The girls looked at each other hopelessly and, wishing each other luck, separated to go to their individual homerooms.

*Meanwhile.......*



"Heyyy Krillin! I'm in the same class as you! We've got Ms. Li!" Goku grinned through a mouthful of rice.

"That's great Goku! But, umm...why are you still eating breakfast??" Krillin asked, watching as a few pieces of rice fell onto the floor.

"'Cause! I'm starving!" Goku, oblivious of the rice on the floor and the stares of several other students, was happily running his finger down the list. "And look--18's in our homeroom too!"

"Ahh..umm..." Krillin sweatdropped and laughed nervously.

"What are you two idiots doing," Vegeta shoved his way through the mass of students to see his homeroom listing. "What?! Sanders...grrr..he better not fail me in English again..."

"Prince Vegeta," said a rough, yet dumb-sounding, voice behind the three guys. "Are you in my class?"

"You fool! How many times have I told you?? Don't. Call. Me. Prince!!!! Thank Dende, no I'm not in your class, Nappa." Vegeta snapped. He didn't like being reminded that he was the prince of a planet that had been blown up, and this oversized retard insisted on reminding him every day of his life.

Exhaling angrily, Vegeta stalked off to his class. Goku and Krillin left for theirs as well, Goku still dropping rice and Krillin's blush just barely fading. Nappa stood blinking stupidly for a moment, then asked the nearest person if they were in his class. Getting a withering look, he finally turned to the list.

*15 minutes later in homeroom....*

Bulma groaned and smacked her head against the desk. *Why did I have to get stuck with Yamcha?? Why, why, why????*

"Will you please stop that!" An irritated voice snapped beside her.

Bulma looked up and blinked. "What are you doing here?"

Vegeta smirked. "I'm in this class, woman. And I also happen to be sitting beside you."

Sighing and shaking her head, Bulma let her head drop back down onto the desk. *Great. Wonderful. Yamcha and Vegeta.*

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. Sanders took his time getting to his feet, and ran a hand through his greasy brown hair. Bulma was disgusted to see little white flakes falling onto the man's shoulders.

"YAMCHA!!"

The whole class jumped, startled out of their miserable daydreaming by the nasal yelling of Will Sanders. Thirty pairs of eyes shifted toward the door, where a bewildered Yamcha stood.

"I-I got lost!"

"Well, be on time from now on. Any empty seats? Oh, yes, of course. There beside Ms. Briefs will be fine."

Bulma's head snapped up at the mention of her name. "Ohhhh no....." she mumbled desperately.

Yamcha glanced at his ex-girlfriend venomously and sat down next to her. He meticulously stacked his notebooks and textbooks under his desk, and then shot another look toward Bulma. This time, Yamcha saw who was on Bulma's other side. Immediately, he was suspicious.

As the minutes inched by, Yamcha's fears were, to him, confirmed when Bulma asked Vegeta for a pen. The baseball star was itching to find out exactly what was going on between the two, and finally he decided on what he thought was a tactical approach.

Bulma was awakened from her hypnotic state when a folded piece of paper landed in front of her. Vegeta noticed where the note had originated, and was suddenly overcome by curiousity. He leaned over in pretense of picking up something he had dropped and read over Bulma's shoulder:



Bulma,

Do you want to have dinner tonight if you're not seeing anyone?

Your One and Only,

Yamcha



The saiyan fell out of his chair in amazement when he read the closing line. *Your one and only?? I thought the woman had better sense than that!*

Bulma didn't even see Vegeta sprawled out in the floor. She couldn't see much of anything, being literally blinded by anger. Grabbing a mechanical pencil, she broke the lead five times while writing a reply:



Yamcha,

YOU ARE NOT MY ONE AND ONLY!! And since you asked, I am seeing someone! Get over yourself!

Bulma



She threw the note back at Yamcha, gaining little satisfaction when it hit him in the eye. Then, she noticed Vegeta climbing back into his seat. He glanced at her and smirked, then began writing. Bulma shrugged and reached for her pencil, thinking that since Vegeta was working they must have an assignment. When she saw that nothing was written on the blackboard, Bulma went back into her semi-comatose trance.

Which of course was interrupted again by Yamcha's answer to her reply. Vegeta didn't have to read the note to know that Yamcha had asked who Bulma was seeing. The blue-haired heiress' blank look gave him all the prompting he needed. He slid a piece of paper across the table to Bulma.





End of Chapter 1







A/N: And there it is. The first chapter of my first DBZ fic! And now it is time to............review! Yes, reviews are very good...author's best friends, reviews....But enough of that! In the next chapter, we find out what happens to ChiChi in her homeroom. OK, I've said everything that needs to be said...now you can review! (..good...reviews are very good....definitely need to review....)