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Chapter Five: Oh, no! School on a weekend?
After everyone agreed to help find the Dragonballs with Bulma and Vegeta, they all waited around the front room, sitting on couches, leaning on walls, or in Goku's case, training.
"When is Vegeta gonna get here?" Krillin asked, checking the watch on his hand. "We don't have all day, you know."
"Oh, come on!" Bulma said cheerfully, walking near the double doors and getting their attention. "You guys, we have three years to find the Dragonballs. Being a few minutes late isn't gonna matter, right?"
"But what if something like the Red Ribbon army comes to stop us?" Goku asked while driving his foot into the wall of the building. Everyone jumped when they saw it crackle and what remained was a huge hole. Then he shrugged. "Ah, never mind. We'll beat them like we did last time."
Everyone had tensed up when he said the words 'Ribbon Army' and you could feel the pressure in the room. But, when Goku said everything would be alright they believed him and everything went back to waiting. Whenever he said, things would be alright, everyone knew it was true.
About a half an hour later, everyone was starting to feel a bit agitated, thinking Vegeta wasn't going to show up and just lied to their friend about July's sickness. But somehow, even though she had seen a rude side to him, there was something about him that she knew was sensitive, and she saw it the night before. No one could act like that, that was for sure.
Chi-Chi was the only one sitting on the couch, watching Goku train with Krillin and Yamcha as they took turns dueling. Bored, she turned on the radio that sat on the oak table in front of her, and like it was a signal the other four crowded around her.
"This news in," the reporter said. It was a coincidence they turned it on when it started. "The usual Martial Arts tournament has been canceled this year."
Moans from mostly Goku.
"Usually it takes place next month, but something has happened in the town nearby that hosts it, Aeria Town. At approximately eight-thirty this morning, Aeria town had been completely destroyed in what is believed to be a terrorists attack. No one is sure who is behind the attack and we have no evidence abo0ut what happened at all. Unfortunately there isn't a single survivor. This incident is the second in what we now believe to be a trend. The first town, also resulting with no survivors, was Omen Town."
After that Chi-Chi turned the radio off, feeling like she didn't want to listen anymore.
"Those poor people," she said a she leaned her head on Goku's shoulder, who was sitting down next to her. "Oh, who would do something like that?"
"Perhaps we'll find out on our journey."
Heads turned and there stood Vegeta with a smirk on his face, something everyone had seen the day before. Yamcha gritted his teeth when Bulma got up and hugged him like he was an old friend. But then he noticed Vegeta didn't return it, and she frowned.
Yamcha, 1 point, he thought. Vegeta, 0.
"About time you came!" Krillin said, getting up from his own seat in the chair with the others. "We've been waiting a long time."
"I wasn't given a specific time, cue ball," Vegeta said rudely. Krillin's hands clenched into fists and he gritted his teeth, but he was ignored. Vegeta looked over to Bulma and said, "So Bulma, where's the radar?"
"Oh!" She reached inside the pocket of the jean-shorts she slipped on this morning and pulled out the Dragon Radar. Last night she polished it, so it looked at good as new. She pressed on the button on the top, and started to read the meter.
"Hey!" Goku said, looking over Bulma's shoulder. "I see one! And it's not too far from here either!"
"Gosh, what luck," Chi-Chi mumbled with relief, hooking both of her arms around Goku's and looking at the radar. "I thought we would have to journey around or something."
"So how far is it anyway?" Yamcha asked. Bulma was quiet for a moment, and when she pressed the button enough to get an accurate range she sighed.
"Aw, man," she said, turning it off and putting it back in her pocket. Everyone was intent on listening "From what I can see, it either right around or in the school building!"
"What?!" Everyone but Vegeta shouted.
"But-But it's Saturday!" Her boyfriend complained, or at least, it was the loudest of them. "I don't want to go around the school!"
"Too bad! We're gonna help Vegeta and that's that!"
Bulma grabbed his ear and started to drag him outside, followed by Chi-Chi and Goku walking together sulking, then Krillin, and last Vegeta. He wasn't in too much of a rush, even though finding them was crucial before three years were up. It seemed to these people he was traveling with, the Dragonballs were hard to find.
As they walked to the school, past his house and other places, there was something else on his mind besides the Dragonballs or July's health: The terrorist attack. He heard about the first one in Omen town, and with a population of around 100,000 people, all to just disappear without a trace, seemed impossible. Experts on the news said that ashes found on the ground weren't only the remains of crumbled buildings, but some of people, so it must have been burnt to the ground. But who would be capable of doing something? And it's obvious they're not dead because they did it again in Aeria Town. The thought was swamped in his mind until he heard Bulma talking again.
"Vegeta!" she shouted in his ear, almost making him jump. Almost.
"What Woman?!" he shouted, massaging his ear to try and get the sound back.
"I was saying that we're at the school, but you wouldn't listen!"
"You don't have to yell though," he muttered. "My hearing is quite clear, thank you."
Bulma snorted, but did her best to ignore it as she once again pulled out the radar. "Yeah, it's in the building somewhere," she said. "Darn, I was hoping it wouldn't be."
But she shrugged and went in, followed by the others.
They were lucky that the doors were open, and the only reason they were was because of detention or some form of teaching. They all walked down the halls in an equal silence, the only noise being the radar's constant beeping as they followed the path to the first Dragonball.
Everyone was sort of looking down as they walked, so they didn't notice when a teacher was walking towards them.
"Excuse me," the woman said strictly. "What are you doing here?"
Everyone came to an abrupt stop, just stopping inches from one another and falling down. The teacher looked down at all of them except Yamcha and Goku, who were the only ones taller than her and stuck her nose up in the air. Then she started to notice the loud beeping sound.
"What is that noise?" she demanded to know. Then she looked at the radar in Bulma's hand and snatched it away from her. "Is this a new watch?"
"No!" Bulma shouted, seizing it back. But instead of telling the teacher what it was, she smiled when she looked at the radar and turned around to the others. "Hey, the Dragonball is real close!"
"How much further?" Vegeta asked, and it sounded about as polite as he could get. He was in the back before, but at those words he pushed himself to the front of them all, and he stood beside Bulma to look at the radar. His eyebrow was raised. "How can you read this device?"
"I made it myself," she replied confidently. "But anyway, it's not in the hall, I can tell you that. It's in one of the rooms."
"And that's where you'll be if you don't give that to me, Ms. Briefs," the teacher interrupted. She looked at Vegeta. "Oh, and my new student already wants to get into trouble. Is that what I'm supposed to think, Mr. Jaid?"
Vegeta snorted, muttering something about letting her think what she wanted. But she heard.
"Well, I guess that answers it!" she once again grabbed the Dragon Radar out of Bulma's hand and stuffed it into a brown handbag she was carrying. Despite complaints from everyone, she didn't keep that disgusting sneer off her face. She simply turned around and said, "Follow me/"
As they were walking Vegeta got beside Bulma and whispered," Could you tell which room it was in?"
"Sorry Vegeta," she replied, sighing. "I couldn't."
He was really close to her now, just inches from her face to be able to whisper low enough to the teacher couldn't hear. Up close, he stared at her pale smooth skin, and her gorgeous blue eyes. They glowed like crystals, little lights reflecting off them. She looked at him a bit skeptically as he was staring at her, but for a strange reason she didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable.
Yamcha was behind Chi-Chi and Goku, which weren't really bothered by the punishment but were also talking about things like wedding plans in low whispers, but he could see Vegeta and Bulma clearly. When he looked down at the ground, he saw Vegeta's fuzzy long brown tail swinging from side to side, but it slowly was moving towards one of her legs.
That sick pervert, he thought.
He was about to go up there and show Vegeta who Bulma really belonged to when he was interrupted by Krillin, who was walking beside him.
"You seem tense, bro," he said a little over a whisper, unlike the others. Yamcha's concentration broke, and he looked down at his short friend, who was only surprisingly a year younger than him at the age of seventeen. He smiled to try and hide his anger.
"Yeah, guess I'm nervous about getting in trouble on a Saturday," he replied. "At least Mr. and Mrs. Briefs know we're searching for the Dragonballs, so they shouldn't be worried."
"And you probably won't get in trouble for cutting our classes," Krillin replied, joking around. He was already feeling better when he heard a squeal come from Bulma.
"What's wrong?" he said a little too loudly, making the teacher turn around as he pushed between Goku and Chi-Chi.
"And Yamcha, what are you being so loud about?" The woman asked rudely. Yamcha stood next to Bulma, in between her and Vegeta he made sure, and looked away. She smirked.
"Well, well, that's batter. Now snap that mouth of yours shut, you can worry about young woman later."
Humph, he thought. Like I'd be thinking about young woman other then- Hey, is that Trixi Morales in that room?
They walked again, and while Bulma kept to herself her hands together behind her back, Yamcha turned to Vegeta.
"And just what did you thin you were doing?" he muttered in a quiet but angry tone. Vegeta shrugged.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you should know. That tail s going to get you in trouble someday."
"My tail," Vegeta turned around and when he looked at it, it slowly started to curl around his leg again. "What'd it do? I can't control what it does."
He can't? But Goku can.
"I saw it starting to go up and down Bulma's leg you pervert."
Vegeta snickered, looking back at his tail again. It started to uncurl. "So, that's what it did? I guess my tail can't avoid temptations, huh? She really is a pretty girl."
This made Yamcha's temper rise almost as high as it could go, and worse, Vegeta could tell. He was finding it funny, and Yamcha had to hold his hands like fists so hard the nails drove into his skin. But it was all he could do from tackling him down. How he hated Vegeta now.
"We're here," the teacher announce, opening a brown door into a room. The golden letters on the front read '176'. She opened it, and led everyone in but didn't really go in her self. Everyone sat down, and they saw the teacher up front, a young man with silvery-blonde hair.
"Mr. Baker, will you watch these troublemakers who think they can just roam around the hall whenever they wish it?"
"Certainly Ms. Lenore," the man replied, not looking up from his writings on the desk. The woman nodded and closed the door, leaving.
"Well this sucks," Bulma sighed, leaning an elbow on her desk. "We try and look for a Dragonball and we end up with detention."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Goku said. "But we still have three years. What's one day in detention gonna do?"
"Idiot!" Vegeta shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. "We don't have the Dragon Radar! How are we supposed to find these so 'magical orange balls with stars' if we don't have what we need to find them?!"
"He's got a point, Goku," Krillin agreed. The teacher, Mr. Baker, looked up from what he was writing.
"Excuse me," he said. "But did you just describe something as an orange ball with stars?"
Everyone nodded.
"So, it belongs to you guys."
He leaned back behind his desk so they couldn't see him, and a minute later he came with a three-star Dragonball. "I was wondering who lost it."
"The Dragonball!" Bulma jumped out of her seat and grabbed it out of his hand. Then she ran over and held it in front of Vegeta. "See? I told you they were real, and when we find all seven, we can make July better!"
"So," he muttered, amazed. "They are real. But we still can't find the rest of these with out the Radar right?"
"Uh-huh," Chi-Chi said. "Either that, or we'll be looking forever. And by then, it'll be too late."
"What's this Radar?" Mr. Baker seemed interested in out conversation. "Are you looking for that too?"
"No," Krillin said to him. "That teacher took it from us. And the bad thing is, it's a one of a kind thing from Mr. Briefs himself, and if he finds out it's been taken away, he'll be real mad."
Obviously he knew this teacher, and knew that he was a big fan of Bulma's Father. His eyes grew wide with excitement, and he ignored the sarcasm. Instantly he stood up from his chair and dashed out the door, yelling, "Be back in a minute kids! I have to talk to Ms. Lenore about something!"
Everyone (With the exception of Vegeta, of course) were giggling with fits of laugher, and they all ran over to Krillin.
"That was great Krillin!" Chi-Chi exclaimed, bending down and ringing her arms around his neck. He just sighed.
"Yup," he said in a serious tone. "I crack myself up too."
Everyone laughed even louder.
"Yes cue ball," Vegeta mocked, getting out of his seat and leaning on the wall. "I'll have to say I'm impressed. I would've just threatened him to get us out of here, but you seem to have handled it pretty well."
Bulma sighed. "You know Vegeta; you can't always solve things with violence."
"That's what Mother tells me almost every time after she hits me with a frying pan," he muttered.
"What?"
"None of your business!"
A few minutes later, Mr. Baker came back, and in his hand was the Dragon Radar. He went up to Bulma and held it front of her.
"Is this the Radar your Father owns?" he asked politely.
"Yeah, thanks!" she replied as he handed it to her. He looked relieved to have gotten the right item. "Oh, and uh can we be excused? Dad will probably want this back as soon as possible."
"Of course! I'll explain it to Ms. Lenore! Now hurry before your Father gets angry!"
Everyone nodded obediently, and when they walked out the school with their Radar and the three-star Dragonball they laughed.
Don't worry, it's not always gonna be as easy as this. This is only the first one, remember!
FayeBebop2021: Yup, Yamcha's a fool alright! ^_^
Pocket Mouse: Yeah, I wanted Vegeta to care for somebody, and someone like July seemed perfect for the part! Oh By the way, I think you name is cute!
Anichan: I'll be sure to continue! I promise!
Yue Lover: She'll find out at the right time.. Be patient!! (
DBZChicky501: You STILL think it's original. *sighs* Well, guess I can't change that, huh? ( I'm glad you like the fact they're looking for the Dragonballs!
A lot of stuff is going to happen throughout this story ; like of course, the Dragonball searching to save July, the romance between Bulma and Vegeta, the hardships of Yamcha (I love torturing him; he's just so perfect for it!), and even the stuff behind the awful terrorists attacks will tie into the story eventually. Other stuff will happen too, but I don't want to give it away! ^_^
Thanks for the awesome reviews!
Well, here you go! Hopes you likes!
Chapter Five: Oh, no! School on a weekend?
After everyone agreed to help find the Dragonballs with Bulma and Vegeta, they all waited around the front room, sitting on couches, leaning on walls, or in Goku's case, training.
"When is Vegeta gonna get here?" Krillin asked, checking the watch on his hand. "We don't have all day, you know."
"Oh, come on!" Bulma said cheerfully, walking near the double doors and getting their attention. "You guys, we have three years to find the Dragonballs. Being a few minutes late isn't gonna matter, right?"
"But what if something like the Red Ribbon army comes to stop us?" Goku asked while driving his foot into the wall of the building. Everyone jumped when they saw it crackle and what remained was a huge hole. Then he shrugged. "Ah, never mind. We'll beat them like we did last time."
Everyone had tensed up when he said the words 'Ribbon Army' and you could feel the pressure in the room. But, when Goku said everything would be alright they believed him and everything went back to waiting. Whenever he said, things would be alright, everyone knew it was true.
About a half an hour later, everyone was starting to feel a bit agitated, thinking Vegeta wasn't going to show up and just lied to their friend about July's sickness. But somehow, even though she had seen a rude side to him, there was something about him that she knew was sensitive, and she saw it the night before. No one could act like that, that was for sure.
Chi-Chi was the only one sitting on the couch, watching Goku train with Krillin and Yamcha as they took turns dueling. Bored, she turned on the radio that sat on the oak table in front of her, and like it was a signal the other four crowded around her.
"This news in," the reporter said. It was a coincidence they turned it on when it started. "The usual Martial Arts tournament has been canceled this year."
Moans from mostly Goku.
"Usually it takes place next month, but something has happened in the town nearby that hosts it, Aeria Town. At approximately eight-thirty this morning, Aeria town had been completely destroyed in what is believed to be a terrorists attack. No one is sure who is behind the attack and we have no evidence abo0ut what happened at all. Unfortunately there isn't a single survivor. This incident is the second in what we now believe to be a trend. The first town, also resulting with no survivors, was Omen Town."
After that Chi-Chi turned the radio off, feeling like she didn't want to listen anymore.
"Those poor people," she said a she leaned her head on Goku's shoulder, who was sitting down next to her. "Oh, who would do something like that?"
"Perhaps we'll find out on our journey."
Heads turned and there stood Vegeta with a smirk on his face, something everyone had seen the day before. Yamcha gritted his teeth when Bulma got up and hugged him like he was an old friend. But then he noticed Vegeta didn't return it, and she frowned.
Yamcha, 1 point, he thought. Vegeta, 0.
"About time you came!" Krillin said, getting up from his own seat in the chair with the others. "We've been waiting a long time."
"I wasn't given a specific time, cue ball," Vegeta said rudely. Krillin's hands clenched into fists and he gritted his teeth, but he was ignored. Vegeta looked over to Bulma and said, "So Bulma, where's the radar?"
"Oh!" She reached inside the pocket of the jean-shorts she slipped on this morning and pulled out the Dragon Radar. Last night she polished it, so it looked at good as new. She pressed on the button on the top, and started to read the meter.
"Hey!" Goku said, looking over Bulma's shoulder. "I see one! And it's not too far from here either!"
"Gosh, what luck," Chi-Chi mumbled with relief, hooking both of her arms around Goku's and looking at the radar. "I thought we would have to journey around or something."
"So how far is it anyway?" Yamcha asked. Bulma was quiet for a moment, and when she pressed the button enough to get an accurate range she sighed.
"Aw, man," she said, turning it off and putting it back in her pocket. Everyone was intent on listening "From what I can see, it either right around or in the school building!"
"What?!" Everyone but Vegeta shouted.
"But-But it's Saturday!" Her boyfriend complained, or at least, it was the loudest of them. "I don't want to go around the school!"
"Too bad! We're gonna help Vegeta and that's that!"
Bulma grabbed his ear and started to drag him outside, followed by Chi-Chi and Goku walking together sulking, then Krillin, and last Vegeta. He wasn't in too much of a rush, even though finding them was crucial before three years were up. It seemed to these people he was traveling with, the Dragonballs were hard to find.
As they walked to the school, past his house and other places, there was something else on his mind besides the Dragonballs or July's health: The terrorist attack. He heard about the first one in Omen town, and with a population of around 100,000 people, all to just disappear without a trace, seemed impossible. Experts on the news said that ashes found on the ground weren't only the remains of crumbled buildings, but some of people, so it must have been burnt to the ground. But who would be capable of doing something? And it's obvious they're not dead because they did it again in Aeria Town. The thought was swamped in his mind until he heard Bulma talking again.
"Vegeta!" she shouted in his ear, almost making him jump. Almost.
"What Woman?!" he shouted, massaging his ear to try and get the sound back.
"I was saying that we're at the school, but you wouldn't listen!"
"You don't have to yell though," he muttered. "My hearing is quite clear, thank you."
Bulma snorted, but did her best to ignore it as she once again pulled out the radar. "Yeah, it's in the building somewhere," she said. "Darn, I was hoping it wouldn't be."
But she shrugged and went in, followed by the others.
They were lucky that the doors were open, and the only reason they were was because of detention or some form of teaching. They all walked down the halls in an equal silence, the only noise being the radar's constant beeping as they followed the path to the first Dragonball.
Everyone was sort of looking down as they walked, so they didn't notice when a teacher was walking towards them.
"Excuse me," the woman said strictly. "What are you doing here?"
Everyone came to an abrupt stop, just stopping inches from one another and falling down. The teacher looked down at all of them except Yamcha and Goku, who were the only ones taller than her and stuck her nose up in the air. Then she started to notice the loud beeping sound.
"What is that noise?" she demanded to know. Then she looked at the radar in Bulma's hand and snatched it away from her. "Is this a new watch?"
"No!" Bulma shouted, seizing it back. But instead of telling the teacher what it was, she smiled when she looked at the radar and turned around to the others. "Hey, the Dragonball is real close!"
"How much further?" Vegeta asked, and it sounded about as polite as he could get. He was in the back before, but at those words he pushed himself to the front of them all, and he stood beside Bulma to look at the radar. His eyebrow was raised. "How can you read this device?"
"I made it myself," she replied confidently. "But anyway, it's not in the hall, I can tell you that. It's in one of the rooms."
"And that's where you'll be if you don't give that to me, Ms. Briefs," the teacher interrupted. She looked at Vegeta. "Oh, and my new student already wants to get into trouble. Is that what I'm supposed to think, Mr. Jaid?"
Vegeta snorted, muttering something about letting her think what she wanted. But she heard.
"Well, I guess that answers it!" she once again grabbed the Dragon Radar out of Bulma's hand and stuffed it into a brown handbag she was carrying. Despite complaints from everyone, she didn't keep that disgusting sneer off her face. She simply turned around and said, "Follow me/"
As they were walking Vegeta got beside Bulma and whispered," Could you tell which room it was in?"
"Sorry Vegeta," she replied, sighing. "I couldn't."
He was really close to her now, just inches from her face to be able to whisper low enough to the teacher couldn't hear. Up close, he stared at her pale smooth skin, and her gorgeous blue eyes. They glowed like crystals, little lights reflecting off them. She looked at him a bit skeptically as he was staring at her, but for a strange reason she didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable.
Yamcha was behind Chi-Chi and Goku, which weren't really bothered by the punishment but were also talking about things like wedding plans in low whispers, but he could see Vegeta and Bulma clearly. When he looked down at the ground, he saw Vegeta's fuzzy long brown tail swinging from side to side, but it slowly was moving towards one of her legs.
That sick pervert, he thought.
He was about to go up there and show Vegeta who Bulma really belonged to when he was interrupted by Krillin, who was walking beside him.
"You seem tense, bro," he said a little over a whisper, unlike the others. Yamcha's concentration broke, and he looked down at his short friend, who was only surprisingly a year younger than him at the age of seventeen. He smiled to try and hide his anger.
"Yeah, guess I'm nervous about getting in trouble on a Saturday," he replied. "At least Mr. and Mrs. Briefs know we're searching for the Dragonballs, so they shouldn't be worried."
"And you probably won't get in trouble for cutting our classes," Krillin replied, joking around. He was already feeling better when he heard a squeal come from Bulma.
"What's wrong?" he said a little too loudly, making the teacher turn around as he pushed between Goku and Chi-Chi.
"And Yamcha, what are you being so loud about?" The woman asked rudely. Yamcha stood next to Bulma, in between her and Vegeta he made sure, and looked away. She smirked.
"Well, well, that's batter. Now snap that mouth of yours shut, you can worry about young woman later."
Humph, he thought. Like I'd be thinking about young woman other then- Hey, is that Trixi Morales in that room?
They walked again, and while Bulma kept to herself her hands together behind her back, Yamcha turned to Vegeta.
"And just what did you thin you were doing?" he muttered in a quiet but angry tone. Vegeta shrugged.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you should know. That tail s going to get you in trouble someday."
"My tail," Vegeta turned around and when he looked at it, it slowly started to curl around his leg again. "What'd it do? I can't control what it does."
He can't? But Goku can.
"I saw it starting to go up and down Bulma's leg you pervert."
Vegeta snickered, looking back at his tail again. It started to uncurl. "So, that's what it did? I guess my tail can't avoid temptations, huh? She really is a pretty girl."
This made Yamcha's temper rise almost as high as it could go, and worse, Vegeta could tell. He was finding it funny, and Yamcha had to hold his hands like fists so hard the nails drove into his skin. But it was all he could do from tackling him down. How he hated Vegeta now.
"We're here," the teacher announce, opening a brown door into a room. The golden letters on the front read '176'. She opened it, and led everyone in but didn't really go in her self. Everyone sat down, and they saw the teacher up front, a young man with silvery-blonde hair.
"Mr. Baker, will you watch these troublemakers who think they can just roam around the hall whenever they wish it?"
"Certainly Ms. Lenore," the man replied, not looking up from his writings on the desk. The woman nodded and closed the door, leaving.
"Well this sucks," Bulma sighed, leaning an elbow on her desk. "We try and look for a Dragonball and we end up with detention."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Goku said. "But we still have three years. What's one day in detention gonna do?"
"Idiot!" Vegeta shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. "We don't have the Dragon Radar! How are we supposed to find these so 'magical orange balls with stars' if we don't have what we need to find them?!"
"He's got a point, Goku," Krillin agreed. The teacher, Mr. Baker, looked up from what he was writing.
"Excuse me," he said. "But did you just describe something as an orange ball with stars?"
Everyone nodded.
"So, it belongs to you guys."
He leaned back behind his desk so they couldn't see him, and a minute later he came with a three-star Dragonball. "I was wondering who lost it."
"The Dragonball!" Bulma jumped out of her seat and grabbed it out of his hand. Then she ran over and held it in front of Vegeta. "See? I told you they were real, and when we find all seven, we can make July better!"
"So," he muttered, amazed. "They are real. But we still can't find the rest of these with out the Radar right?"
"Uh-huh," Chi-Chi said. "Either that, or we'll be looking forever. And by then, it'll be too late."
"What's this Radar?" Mr. Baker seemed interested in out conversation. "Are you looking for that too?"
"No," Krillin said to him. "That teacher took it from us. And the bad thing is, it's a one of a kind thing from Mr. Briefs himself, and if he finds out it's been taken away, he'll be real mad."
Obviously he knew this teacher, and knew that he was a big fan of Bulma's Father. His eyes grew wide with excitement, and he ignored the sarcasm. Instantly he stood up from his chair and dashed out the door, yelling, "Be back in a minute kids! I have to talk to Ms. Lenore about something!"
Everyone (With the exception of Vegeta, of course) were giggling with fits of laugher, and they all ran over to Krillin.
"That was great Krillin!" Chi-Chi exclaimed, bending down and ringing her arms around his neck. He just sighed.
"Yup," he said in a serious tone. "I crack myself up too."
Everyone laughed even louder.
"Yes cue ball," Vegeta mocked, getting out of his seat and leaning on the wall. "I'll have to say I'm impressed. I would've just threatened him to get us out of here, but you seem to have handled it pretty well."
Bulma sighed. "You know Vegeta; you can't always solve things with violence."
"That's what Mother tells me almost every time after she hits me with a frying pan," he muttered.
"What?"
"None of your business!"
A few minutes later, Mr. Baker came back, and in his hand was the Dragon Radar. He went up to Bulma and held it front of her.
"Is this the Radar your Father owns?" he asked politely.
"Yeah, thanks!" she replied as he handed it to her. He looked relieved to have gotten the right item. "Oh, and uh can we be excused? Dad will probably want this back as soon as possible."
"Of course! I'll explain it to Ms. Lenore! Now hurry before your Father gets angry!"
Everyone nodded obediently, and when they walked out the school with their Radar and the three-star Dragonball they laughed.
Don't worry, it's not always gonna be as easy as this. This is only the first one, remember!
FayeBebop2021: Yup, Yamcha's a fool alright! ^_^
Pocket Mouse: Yeah, I wanted Vegeta to care for somebody, and someone like July seemed perfect for the part! Oh By the way, I think you name is cute!
Anichan: I'll be sure to continue! I promise!
Yue Lover: She'll find out at the right time.. Be patient!! (
DBZChicky501: You STILL think it's original. *sighs* Well, guess I can't change that, huh? ( I'm glad you like the fact they're looking for the Dragonballs!
A lot of stuff is going to happen throughout this story ; like of course, the Dragonball searching to save July, the romance between Bulma and Vegeta, the hardships of Yamcha (I love torturing him; he's just so perfect for it!), and even the stuff behind the awful terrorists attacks will tie into the story eventually. Other stuff will happen too, but I don't want to give it away! ^_^
Thanks for the awesome reviews!