Disclaimer-I don't own Dragonball Z.

A/N-Bear with me, this is the first Dragonball Z fic that I have ever attempted. Therefore, the characters might be horribly out of character, but I'm doing the best that I can. I don't mind people criticizing me, but don't flame. There's a big difference. Thank you ^_^.

I think most of you should know these terms by now, but for those who don't:
Baka: Anything that insults a person's intelligence.
Onna: Woman
Nani: What?
Hiretsukan: Bastard

I'm not BlackGlovedWolf, just someone who she let borrow her account until I have my own activated. ^_^

High School

Chapter 1

Gokoo couldn't keep a brief grin from crossing his face as he silently constructed his next spitwad for the inconspicuous fight that he and Kuririn were currently holding. The 17 year old was supposed to be studying history, but he found it hard to care about things that had already happened hundreds of years ago, or whatever. Not to mention he was bored out of his mind, and besides, it wasn't as though he had been the one to start the stupid fight.

...Ok, so maybe it was. But so what? That just meant that he had to be the one to finish it.

Lifting his head, he chanced a quick peek over the wooden divider that separated his desk from that of his neighboring classmate to check on his opponent's positioning. At the same moment, Kuririn took a peek of his own. The smirk that flitted across Gokoo's expression was enough to make him duck back down with a muffled yelp. He was just in time to avoid the missile that the other teen hurled in his direction.

Of course, it probably wouldn't have hit him anyway, owing to the fact that Gokoo had seriously misjudged the distance and had sent it flying a few desks down. Glancing around, Kuririn's eyes registered mild surprise as he mouthed across to Gokoo, "Where'd it go?" He resisted the overwhelming urge to sigh and roll his eyes as the characteristic blank look of his friend greeted him.

Further down the row of desks, the scowl that was already gracing the features of Gokoo's victim deepened considerably. The teen reached a hand up and plucked off the crumpled piece of paper, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he inspected it and noticed the dampness on it. Without moving his head, he directed a glare towards the duo. Kuririn caught the dirty look and flinched, what happened next was not going to be pleasant. Vejiita flung the offending item over his shoulder and stalked over, one arm reaching out to grab for the other boy's shirt...

Kuririn had never been so relieved when the bell signaling the end of class started. Leaping out of his seat, he bundled his things into his pack and raced out the door as fast as he could. Mrs. Takashi sighed and shook her head slightly. "Would someone care to get him back until we have officially dismissed?"

"I'll go, " Vejiita offered in a tone that left no doubt as to what would happen if he were the one to go after Kuririn.

"Uh, no, why don't I go?" Gokoo interjected hastily, swiftly making his way out after Kuririn before another word could be said.
*
"What do you guys think of the new guy?" Yamucha asked abruptly at the table that he was currently sharing with Buruma, Kuririn, Gokoo, ChiChi, and Yajirobe. The question caused the others to turn as one and look in the direction of Vejiita, who unsurprisingly was sitting on his own on the other side of the cafeteria.

"I don't know," ChiChi answered with a shrug. "I don't think I've heard him say two words since he came here."

Gokoo replaced his arm after ChiChi's shrug had removed it from its perch. "Radditz might be able to tell you something about him. I think he's one of his friends or something..." Further comments were muffled by the sandwich that the teen was eating at an alarming rate.

ChiChi squealed as some of the food dropped onto her arm. "Really, Gokoo! Have you ever heard of manners?"

"Hrm?"

The girl rolled her eyes but couldn't resist a smile as her boyfriend turned to her with a questioning look, the sandwich still hanging from his mouth. Without warning she leaned forward and took a bite out of the bottom of it. Gokoo smirked and dropped the rest of the sandwich on his plate, then grabbed her and attempted to get it back. The scuffle that followed caused them both to fall off their seats and thud heavily to the floor. Not that it did anything to stop them.

"Oh, please," Buruma snorted, leaning over the table to mock-glare at them. "Some of us are trying to eat, if you don't mind." Getting no response except for some giggling from ChiChi, she sighed and returned to her seat, leaning against Yamucha wryly. "Someone throw cold water on them or something."

"Hey, Buruma," Yamucha purred. "Wanna join them?" The rest of the group sweat-dropped.

"In your dreams, Yamucha-kun," she smiled sweetly.

"Sooo," Kuririn said quickly, trying to ignore the feeling of Gokoo and ChiChi bumping into his legs as they wrestled playfully. Couples fooling around with each other were not a rare sight at the school, but it was quite disturbing when your friends were the ones doing so. "Where's everyone headed after this?"

"Gym," was the unanimous reply, some irritated, others more enthusiastic.

The sandwich finally gone, Gokoo and ChiChi picked themselves up off the floor and started gathering up their things. "Speaking of which, we'd better get going. Coach doesn't take kindly too people who go in late."

"Tell me about it," Yajirobe grumbled. "I'm still sore from all those laps he made me run the other day."

"Well, who can blame him? What kind of excuse do you call what you gave him?"

"Good?" the boy answered in the same tone as before.

"Yeah, right," Yamucha chuckled and slapped Yajirobe on the back, accidentally causing him to stumble into Buruma, who in turn squeaked and fell over onto a nearby table.

"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going, baka onna?"

Buruma gaped. "Nani?"

"You heard me!" A scowling Vejiita was standing next to the tipped table, glowering maliciously into the girl's startled features.

"Get away from her," Yamucha hissed, good humor gone as he gently pushed Buruma behind him and returned the shorter boy's glower. "Are you all right?" he continued, half-turning to check on her. In that instant Vejiita's fist had connected with his chin, forcing him to stumble backwards awkwardly and clutch his jaw. Immediately the others rushed in to help. Yajirobe and Kuririn grabbed onto Yamucha to keep him from retaliating and getting into trouble, while Gokoo helped Buruma up from where Yamucha had knocked her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said to reassure his concerned questions. Pulling away, she planted her feet firmly and faced Vejiita, who was still standing there glaring at them. "What's your PROBLEM, you jerk? What did you do that for? I can't BELIEVE you HIT him while he was OFF-GUARD!"

"Come on," Kuririn muttered as he grabbed her arm and started pulling away, not at all liking the look in the eyes of the older teen. "Let's get Yamucha out of here...he's bleeding."

Worry took the place of rage in Buruma's eyes as she turned around and hurried over to her boyfriend's side. "Wimp," Vejiita scoffed as they moved past him. Yamucha made a very creditable attempt to lash out at him, but was restrained once again.

Buruma growled in aggravation and turned to the smirking boy who was still staring after them, watching them go. "Hiretsukan!" she shouted at him, feeling a surge of triumph as the smirk dissolved into a scowl. She turned and followed the rest of her friends out, leaving Vejiita to seethe by himself.

A/N-It IS going to be a B/V fic later on. They're my favorite couple, but that's mainly thanks to Vejiita.