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Well, that's all for the reviewers... Not very many this time...



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On with the story!



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The Greatest Fantasy



Halloween Plans



Bulma, Vegeta, 17, and 18 were sitting at there usual table in the commons area. Bulma, Vegeta, and 18 had all had their privileges of open campus* revoked for the week, so they were forced to stay in school. 17 was only there because Bulma was. No one knew, but 17 had developed a small crush on her.



"Vegeta, are you serious?" 18 asked, leaning back in her chair.



"Of course, it would be the perfect way to get him back," Vegeta, replied. "I have another plan for him too, but it will require going to that stupid dance thing next week..."



"Just go with Bulma, and we can execute your plan from there." 18 gave Bulma a look that told her to go along with her.



Bulma just rolled her eyes, "18, seriously, I am not going to some gay ass dance to watch preps rub up against each other."



"Did someone say something about rubbing up against each other?" a voice called.



"Shit!" Bulma muttered to herself. "I don't want to have to put up with him." She gave her friends a pleading look to get rid of Yamcha. Vegeta was busy maintaining his anger, 17 was daydreaming, and 18 found it rather amusing.



"Hello Babe!" Yamcha said. "I couldn't help but over hear your conversation about the dance."



Vegeta cracked his knuckles, "Bet you could..."



Yamcha wasn't quite as sure of himself anymore, but he continued anyway. "How would you like to be the girl that gets to rub up against me? Hmmm?"



18 smirked and decided to save her friend, but Bulma cut in first. "I'm sorry Yamcha, you know as much as I would love that, I think you'd be better off with Abby. Or Alesa. Or Aleisha. Or Ashley. Or Andrea. Or Alyssa. Or Alexis. Or Amanda. Or Alicia. Or you could just go find Ally. They are all definitely closer to your type."



"Yeah they're all very whorish," Vegeta added. "Kinda like you."



"I can't believe you!" Yamcha yelled. "And you call yourselves popular! Really, Bulma, I thought you had more class than to hang out with people like these! You really have changed, and I thought you were still one of us..."



"How dare you insult her!" 17 yelled, standing up in rage. He was usually a quiet guy; sure he had a love for destruction, but he was still very calm and reserved. Yamcha had just pushed him too far; no one insulted Bulma Briefs in his presence.



His friends stared at him in shock.



"Brat, calm down," 18 muttered, pushing him back into his seat. "Yamcha, just calm down. Bulma can't go to the dance with you because she already has a date."



Bulma was confused, "I do?" A look from 18 told her to just play along, "I do!"



Now Yamcha was confused, "She does?"



"Yes," 18 replied. "She does. She's going with Vegeta."



It was Vegeta's turn to be confused, "She is?" After a split second he figured it out, "She is."



"I am?" Bulma said not catching on right away. "Oh! I am!"



17 looked shocked, "You are?"



"YES!!!" 18 shouted. "BULMA IS GOING TO THE DANCE WITH VEGETA! DAMN! HOW HARD IS THAT TO FIGURE OUT?!?"



Everyone in the commons area was now staring at the group of people that included the most sexually active guy in school, the richest heiress in the world, the most mysterious guy in school, and the strange twins with odd names. Whispers broke out people were pointing and muttering to each other.



"Lovely..." Bulma muttered to herself. "Thank you Juu, for announcing that to the whole commons... You do realize of course that my front lawn will now be filled with reporters trying to get the latest scoop on me. I hate reporters!"



"I'll just destroy them all Woman**," Vegeta said. "Alright you whorish baka, get away from here before I have to beat your ass into a pulp!"



"EEEP!" Yamcha ran as fast as he could from the commons area. The bell rang and everyone headed off to their third block classes.



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Bulma's Third Block



Bulma was sitting in the back of the classroom, listening to her CD player. She already knew this stuff so there was no point in trying to pay attention.



"Miss Briefs," the teacher, Ms. Fletcher, called.



There was no answer from the back of the room.



"Miss Briefs," Ms. Fletcher tried again, louder.



There was still no answer from the back of the room.



Ms. Fletcher walked over to Bulma and tapped her on the shoulder.



Bulma looked up, "What? I'm trying to listen to music here, leave me alone."



Everyone one in the class gasped. You think that they would get used to her saying stuff like this to teachers.



"Miss Briefs, will you please take off the headset and pay attention?" the teacher asked.



"No," Bulma turned up the music and closed her eyes.



"Miss Briefs, take off the headset and pay attention!" Ms. Fletcher yelled.



Bulma gave her an evil glare and turned her CD player off. "Why exactly do I need to pay attention?"



"You need to learn this," the teacher replied.



She rolled her eyes, "I already know it; probably better than you..."



Ms. Fletcher pondered the situation, "Miss Briefs, if you can prove to me that you know this stuff better than me, I will let you not pay attention for the rest of the term."



"Fair enough, and if I'm right and I do know this stuff, you will give me free time to just sit here and be bored."



"Fine. Let the tournament begin."



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10 minutes later



"Geez, Bulma, I had no idea you were that smart!" a girl that sat in front of her said.



"Yeah, not everybody can beat a teacher in trivia in their own subject!" muttered someone else.



"Bulma, can I ask you a question?" Abby asked.



"No," Bulma replied.



"Are you really going to go to the dance with Vegeta?" she asked. "'Cause, like, I heard that you were from, like, everybody!"



Bulma just rolled her eyes, "Yes, now get away from me. Your mere presence makes me feel like I'm loosing I.Q. points."



"For rills!***" Abby squealed. She latched on to Bulma's arm. "O-M-G!**** The most famous and rich girl in the school is going out with one of the hottest guys in the school! That will make you one of the hottest couples! I have to tell the girls! You should come over to my house and I'll find you something to wear! A famous person shouldn't show up to the dance in those clothes!"



Bulma screamed in rage, "I've had enough! Stop invading my personal space damn it!" She retched her arm out of Abby's death-grip and stormed toward the door.



"Miss Briefs! Where do you think you are going?" the teacher called to her back.



"To the nurse! I have a migraine!" she yelled back.



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Vegeta's Third Block



Vegeta was watching Goku stir the pudding in Basic Foods; Goku had convinced him that it would be an easy class because they both loved food. The only problem was that Vegeta always ended up with him as a partner and he couldn't cook anything without burning it. Even if it didn't require cooking Goku always seemed to burn something.



"KAKARROT! HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO START THE PUDDING ON FIRE?" Vegeta roared as he tried desperately to put out the flaming pudding.



"I don't know, I was just stirring it and sorta just started on fire..." Goku replied. "I'm not really sure how it happened..."



"DAMN IT KAKARROT! YOU'RE LUCKY YOUR MATE ISN'T HERE TO SEE THIS! SHE WOULD SMACK YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH THAT DAMNED CALCULUS BOOKOF HERS!" his frantic friend yelled, trying to find a fire extinguisher.



Just as Vegeta spoke, Chi-Chi came into the room to hand the teacher some extra credit baking, and she saw the large clouds of smoke coming from kitchen six. "Oh my goodness!" She grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and ran to the kitchen to put out the flames. There she found Vegeta had managed to put out the flames, but Goku was trying to taste the burnt pudding. "Son Goku!" she screeched.



"Better watch out Kakarrot, the Banshee Woman has found you.." Vegeta muttered as he took the bowl and threw it in the sink.



"Oh no..." Goku moaned as he turned to look at his girlfriend. He instead got smacked over the top of the head with the dreaded Advanced Biology Book of Smacking Goku. "Geez Chi! Where did you get that one? It's a lot heavier than the Calculus Book!"



"Don't you start with me Son Goku!" Chi-Chi screeched in higher levels than were humanly possible. "How is it possible that you started PUDDING on fire?"



"I don't know Chi... I was just stirring it and then a flame appeared..." he explained.



"I don't see how that's possible, but don't do it again!" she cried. "Anyway, Vegeta, what's this about you going to the dance with Bulma?"



Vegeta slapped his forehead and buried his face in his hands. "Damn it! Can't anyone keep their blasted mouths shut?"



"I take it your not going to tell me what's going on then? Oh well, I'll just ask Bulma," Chi-Chi said, and she walked back to Biology.



"Gee Vegeta! I didn't know you and Bulma were going out! So what's going on? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Goku began poking his annoyed cousin in the shoulder. "Huh? Come on! Tell me!"



"Mr. Ouji!" the teacher called. "There is someone here to talk to you. She said something about causing a disturbance in the Commons."



"Thank Kami," Vegeta muttered. "I'd rather have detention than stay here." He then noticed that Goku was still poking his shoulder. "Damn it Kakarrot! Stop poking me!"



"Sorry V-man!" he called to Vegeta's retreating form.



"And don't call me V-man!" Vegeta screamed.



"Alright V-man!"



He let out a low growl and turned the corner to find Bulma waiting for him. "What? Did they send for you to get me so we could both get detention?"



"Please," Bulma groaned, "I said I was going to the nurse, and I didn't feel like walking around alone. You need a halfway convincing story to get past the cooking teacher, and you causing trouble is pretty damn likely."



"Oh," he replied. "So why are you skipping this time?"



"Damn bakas can't keep their big mouths shut, that's why," she growled.



"I know," Vegeta mumbled, "Kakarrot found out and he wouldn't stop pestering me about it. So what's the deal with this? Do we want people to know or what?"



"The hell if I know! It's your plan, not mine. In this great plan, you didn't happen to think up a formula for Abby repellant, did you? I can't get her and her prep friends to stay away from me now! Everywhere I go there is one of them asking me what I'm going to wear to the dance or when I'm going to come over to their house for a makeover! It's really fucking annoying!"



"And you've only been here for a few months. I've been here for three years and they follow me around all the time! They think I'm some sex god or something..." Vegeta complained.



"Poor baby," she muttered unsympathetically. "Lets go somewhere else, I'm sick of this place."



Vegeta quirked an eyebrow as he watched her walk away, "By the way, what are you going to wear to the dance?"



Bulma's eyes went wide and immediately narrowed, "Listen Bub! We are going to the dance together because I want to humiliate Yamcha and you want him to get away from us. We are NOT going to become the Most Popular Couple or some horse shit like that!"



"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, teasingly.



"I... um..."



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*Open campus- it means that you are allowed to leave the school for lunch or for open blocks.



** "I'll just destroy them all Woman"- Vegeta said this, or something close to this during the Buu Saga on the way to the World Tournament when Bulma said she didn't want journalists all over her front yard.



***For rills?- This is something the preps at my skool say ALL the time... I'm a fabulous eavesdropper, but prep conversation is only useful for this...Damn Preps



****O-M-G!- Does not stand for anything except what it says, and you say it just like its spelled. That is also something the preps at my skool say all the time! Baka Preps!



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A/n: So everybody! What do ya think?



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