A/N: I said I was gonna do ChiChi's homeroom....but I think I might make this a mainly B/V fic. Tell me what you think please! Muahahahaha which means.....Review!!



Dragonball Z Senior Year!

Chapter 2





Bulma looked curiously at the folded piece of paper on her desk. It was the yellow legal kind, the only type of paper Vegeta ever used. She looked doubtfully at Yamcha's scribbled query and then slowly unfolded Vegeta's mysterious message:



Bulma,

I see you're having some problems with Yamcha. Do you not have an answer to his question?

Vegeta



Confused, Bulma wondered what Vegeta was leading up to. Deciding that Yamcha could wait, she replied:



Vegeta,

No, I don't have an answer to his question. Why?

Bulma



"Bulma Briefs and Vegeta Signit!!"

*Damn...* Bulma blushed and looked up at a dangerously smiling Mr. Sanders. She glanced at Vegeta out of the corner of the room and saw that he was smirking slightly.

"Passing notes? Well let's see them then."

The rest of the class, in various stages of awakening, all fixed their eyes on the paper in Bulma's hand. She crumpled it into a ball and closed her fist firmly, exchanging a wordless glance with Vegeta.

"I take it you two are, ah, an...item?" Sanders raised one eyebrow inquisitively.

"And what if we are. What's it to you?" Vegeta answered coolly. Bulma tried not to look shocked. Yamcha's jaw dropped open, as did everyone else's.

Fortunately for Bulma, the bell rang. She ran to her locker without a backward glance.

Bulma was painfully reminded how fast gossip got around even in a bigger public school when 18 and ChiChi rushed up and started in on a tirade asking why Bulma had never told them about her and Vegeta. After trying to break in several times and having no luck, the dazed heiress finally yelled, "Will you two *please* listen to me??!! I never told you about me and Vegeta, because there *is* no 'me and Vegeta'!!"

Her two best friends blinked and stuttered, "Ummm.." "We just thought- -" "--Never really believed that anyway--"

"Guys, it's okay. Let me explain, do we have a class together next?" Bulma studied her schedule. "I have...oh great. PE."

To Bulma's relief, ChiChi and 18 also had the dreaded Phsy. Ed. torture. The three friends took their time getting to the gym, while Bulma quickly related the events of her homeroom class.



"Oh Bulma, it's *perfect*!! You two are meant for each other!" ChiChi was ecstatic. 18 seemed to be speechless, her mouth was moving but no words came out. Bulma rolled her eyes at ChiChi. "Chi, it's not perfect...Vegeta and I would never last, I don't know...There's just no chemistry!"

"Since when do you believe in chemistry and karma and things like that?" 18 found her tongue and shook her head smilingly. "Face it, B- chan....you know you like him!"

Bulma rolled her eyes sarcastically, but there was a small smile playing on the corners of her lips. "Really, guys. I couldn't date Vegeta..."

"Why?!" Two indignant voices cried in unison.

"Perfect couple.."

"Soulmates..."

"Stop it, you two!" Bulma laughed. "Look, it's time for class....we won't have time to talk." Her friends soon realized she was right; the moment the class was assembled, their instructor had them doing calisthenics (A/N: No idea how to spell that...~_~() ) until the end of the period 45 minutes later. By then, the three girls were too exhausted to think about anything besides their aching bodies.

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Bulma walked slowly to her Advanced Math class, dreading the endless parade of numbers and confusing symbols. Looking around as she found a desk in the back row, she saw Goku and Krillin heading her way.

"Hiya Bulma!" Goku flashed the girl his usual carefree grin and plopped down in the seat beside her. Krillin greeted her somewhat more calmly, and took his place on Bulma's other side.

"Hi guys. Which lunch do you have?"

"A!!! We eat first!!" Goku shouted ecstatically, earning several annoyed looks from the other students.

Krillin gave Goku an 'are-you-ok-cause-you're-acting-psycho' look, then turned to Bulma. "Uhhh...." he blushed and tried again. "Do...do you know if, ah, well what I mean is.....Does18havelunchAtoo??"

Bulma blinked. "You like 18?"

"Uhhhhh wellll...I ummm...."

"Yes....???" Bulma's eyes lit up with excitement. 'Finally!! 18's liked him since 10th grade!'

"Well, maybe a little?" Krillin sweatdropped. "I-I mean, I was just wondering..." 'C'mon Krillin get a grip, 18 would never like you....'

His thoughts were interrupted by Bulma jumping up and enthusiastically hugging him. "Oh this is *great*!!! She does have A lunch by the way...we'll all sit together? Me, you, Goku, Chi, and 18?"

She looked around at Goku questioningly. "Okay?.....uhhhh Goku? Are you alright??" The happy-go-lucky saiyan's grin had turned into a mischievious--and slightly evil?!--smirk. Bulma backed away a little, eyes wide.

"Yeah, but you forgot someone!" Goku leaned forward earnestly. "I know someone else who would want to sit with us.......!!"

"Okay, you've got me curious...who is it?" Bulma managed to keep her voice free of sarcasm, expecting Goku to mention some girl he liked, or even a guy he thought Bulma would like.

"Vegeta!!" Goku smirked triumphantly, as Bulma sweatdropped and Krillin gaped soundlessly.

"Umm, Goku, I really don't think Vegeta wants to sit with us. He hangs out with Nappa and those Ginu guys....What gave you the idea he'd even consider sitting with us at lunch??" Bulma busied herself with arranging her books, talking at a higher rate of speed than usual.

"I have.........sources!" Goku's friendly grin was back. "I know something you don't know!!!"

Bulma looked up curiously. "What? What do you know?" 'Whoa there, Bulma...don't get too interested....it's probably nothing...'









End of Chapter 2



A/N: And there it is......Chapter 2. Yay!!! OK, so you know the drill. You review, I write more, and everybody's happy ^_^ Why? Because reviews are good....yes, wonderful things, reviews....the driving force behind a FanFiction.Net authoress...like myself! ^_~ So anyway....I'll shut up now so you can review! Sayounara for now!