Note: Ok. Today's the 1st day of Jr. High. Oh, don't worry about Bulma being a prep. That will be fixed shortly. *Cracks her knuckles, preparing to scheme something. * Oh, Sorry but the chapters might take a while to make. My Mom is pregnant and I have to take care of her and my bros.
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Bulma strolled into the school, head high and shoulders postured. She looked around for her friends after she looked up who her homeroom teacher was. "Hmmm…" she said to herself, running a finger down the list in search of the last name. "Bags, Beaton, Briefs!" she exclaimed. "Uh… Mr. Namek?" she said, head recoiling slightly. "That's and odd name for a teacher. Oh, well."
"Bulma!" she heard a familiar voice squeal. Bulma turned around to see her best friends. "Jessie!" she squealed back. They ran and hugged looking at each other.
"I like your outfit, Jess!" She was wearing styled jeans and a red, tight tank top.
"Your outfit is to die for, Bulma!" Jessie said, returning the complement. Bulma was also wearing styled jeans but a perfect fitting black top that said "Prankster" across the bottom. It had the cat from Alice in Wonderland on it. It outlined her form perfectly. (Heheh. When an author describes a shirt or something or says "this character likes", that's a secret meaning that means the author is the one that likes it or has it! LOL.)
"Whose your homeroom teacher, Jess?" Bulma asked, turning towards the paper.
"Uh… I think it's Mrs. Dajes. Lemme check."
"We've both got Mrs. Dajes, too!" Laura said, nodding toward Meg. Meg nodded in agreement. They all linked arms and set off down the hall.
"So, what are we doing this afternoon?" Meg asked the gang.
"Mall?" Bulma asked.
"Nah, I've been there for the past week getting my clothes." Laura said.
"How 'bout a movie?" Jess suggested. The group agreed.
"Watch it!!!" a voice barked as Bulma accidentally ran into the someone. She took a step back, releasing her arm from the link. The other girls looked at Bulma.
"Uh… we gotta go, Bulma. Our class is on the other side of the school and the bell's gonna ring in 3 minutes! Cya!" They ran off.
Bulma glared at the boy she had run into and was taken aback. She stared at him.
"Wut? You gotta problem or something?" he growled. Bulma blinked.
"Don't I… know you from somewhere?" she asked, her eyes squinting and studying him.
He stepped back. "Are you going to dissect me or something? Get away!"
"Uh… your name is…. Veggied!" she squealed.
"How'd you know that? Wait!!! It's Vegeta!!!!!! V-E-G-E-T-A! Not Veggie! Got Woman! How many times do I have to tell you that!" he said automatically. He paused and thought about what he just said.
"It's you! The woman!" Bulma pouted.
"If you want me to get your name right you should at least get mine right!" she snapped.
"Stop your yapping and get in the class." He shoved her into Mr. Namek's room, shutting the door behind him. (Which was right next to them, by the way.)
"Wait! How'd you know I was in Mr. Namek's homeroom?"
He kept pushing her to the far end of the room. "Two reasons. I overheard some dopes talking about the famous 'Bulma Briefs' being in their class, and if you weren't in his class you wouldn't have been dallying outside the door of it."
"Hmmm. Your right!" she said, following him when he stopped dragging her around.
"I'm always right," he said flatly.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yah. Sure!" She sat down in the seat to the left of him mechanically. (Is it just me or does she always go back for more?)
"Hey Bulma! Hey Vegeta!" a familiar voice greeted. Bulma turned to her right to see none other than Goku!!!
"Hi Goku! How've you been!" Goku opened his mouth to reply but suddenly the door burst open, hitting the wall..
A green man walked in. (In this world that isn't abnormal. LOL. If you don't know who it is you should be slapped (figuratively)) He had a whip and he looked mean.
"OK brats! Listen up! I. WILL. NOT. TOLERATE. FOOLISH. BEHAVIOR!" he said as if he was in the army. "You will do what I say whenever I say it! Now!" He brought the whip down on the desk, resulting in a jump from everyone except Vegeta and Goku, who was eating a sandwich at the moment. "When I say your name, say a form of 'here' and nothing else! If you are here and you do not answer within three seconds, THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES! Alton, Dave!"
"Here!"
"Briefs, Bulma!"
"Here!" Bulma answered, receiving hushed whispers from the front of the class. Mr. Namek continued to take roll.
Bulma chatted with Goku for a while. She tried to talk to Vegeta but all he did was grunt and make insults to everyone. He took out his CD player and put some dark shades on. (Don't ask me why I made him do that. I don't know either!)
"Son, Kakarot!" Goku looked up for a second.
"I think that's me, sir!" he said. (I don't mean it as in a mean way, remember he hasn't been called that in a while because Vegeta's been gone.)
The class laughed. Mr. Namek raised an eyebrow but continued.
"Kakarot, you really do need help!" Vegeta said.
"Ouji, Vegeta!"
No answer.
"OUJI, VEGETA!!!!" he roared this time.
"I'm over here, dipstick!" Vegeta growled. Mr. Namek raised an eyebrow again.
"Huh. Must be calculating the personalities of all of us. Getting to know us just by our reactions to roll call. Brilliant!" Bulma mused.
Vegeta lowered his shades and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Stop being so fricken' smart for once. I know big words are the only ones in your vocabulary, but try to be normal for once."
Bulma pursed her lips. "If being abnormal keeps me a multi-billionaire, then I think I'll stay abnormal, thank you very much!" she retorted.
Vegeta merely grunted and resumed listening to music.
Mr. Namek finished roll call and passed out the schedules. Shortly after, the bell rang.
Bulma observed her schedule. "Hm… I got S.S-room 114, Spanish-119, Reading-lit-129, Language Arts-132, P.E-gym, Algerbra-112, and Science-137." Goku came up beside her.
"Cool. We got three classes together. I got Science- room 137, French-120, Reading-lit-129, Language Arts-132, P.E.-gym, Math 8-113, and S.S.-115."
Vegeta came up beside Goku and glanced over both Goku's and Bulma's schedules. "Great!" he said to Bulma sarcastically. "I got you in six classes! What odds! Six out of seven!" He showed them his schedule.
Table:
Name Subject Room Teacher Period
Bulma/Vegeta S.S. 114 Ms. Beonce 1
Goku Science 137 Mr. Namek 1
Bulma/Vegeta Spanish 119 Mrs. Faring 2
French 120 Mrs. Wilson 2
Goku French 120 Mrs. Wilson 2
Bulma/Vegeta Reading-lit 129 Ms. Sawdon 3
Goku Reading-lit 129 Ms. Sawdon 3
Bulma/Vegeta L.A. 132 Ms. Wilson 4
Goku L.A. 132 Ms. Wilson 4
Bulma/Vegeta P.E. GYM Mr. Adams 5
P.E. GYM Mrs. Adams 5
Goku P.E. GYM Mr. Aaron 5
Bulma/Vegeta Algerbra 112 Mrs. Shakina 6
Goku Math 8 113 Mr. Lee 6
Bulma/Vegeta Science 137 Mr. Namek 7
Goku S.S. 115 Ms. Brownie 7
(Yes, I'm sorry. Very confusing. I'll make a better one later when I get everyone together. The idea of making a table of the classes came from Princess Panchii! *bows* One of the greatest author's alive!!!)
"The bell's gonna ring, guys, I'd better scram!" Goku said, bolting outta the room.
"We're lucky. We get to stay here!" Bulma announced to Vegeta, who wasn't really paying attention on a count of he was snoring. She whacked him in the head.
"Vegeta! Get up! NOW!"
"Damn!" he growled, rubbing his ears. "You gotta loud ass voice!" Bulma merely narrowed her eyes and the first day of Jr. High began.
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So! Tad dah! What do you think? Long, no? Well, I hope you like it. I'll be updating soon, but no too soon. This stuff takes a while and I got four other stories up ya know! Any grammar and spelling mistakes I apologize for because I'm too lazy to proofread.