Author's Note: OMG I'm back. (not that anyone missed me...) but I'm back anyway. After a VERY long hiatus (actually forced but oh well) My computer crashed and I had to get a new one. Sorry to those who might have wanted to see some of my fics finished. You can find em on hopefully. I lost all my documents, sorry guys. I'll do my best to get them back
Okay, now without further ado, Lights!
ChibiTrunks: Lights!
SaiyanBeauty: Camera!
ChibiGoten: Camera Rolling!
SaiyanBeauty: And action! click!
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The sun was out bright and early on this fine summer morning. Any kid in their right mind wouldn't be up until noon. However, some doubted if he was in his right mind to begin with. Those onyx eyes cracked open suddenly at the sound of the alarm clock. He rolled over and slammed his hand down on the button to turn it off, instead it broke.
"Damn it..." He muttered and pulled the covers over his head. Then proceeded to sleep for another hour.
"Vegeta! Get up, or your going to miss the bus!"
"alright!" Vegeta grumbled and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. Pulling on some clothes, usually the first thing he saw. He went to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
"Vegeta, hurry or you'll miss breakfast!"
"I'll come down when I'm good and ready women!" He slammed the door behind him and went about his morning routine. Let the bus leave, this year wouldn't be the same anyway. The old band director retired, leaving them with some new guy who was probably an amateur. Last year had been a disaster with him. Once he was finished, Vegeta stepped out of the bathroom to come face to face with a pair of very angry eyes.
" I said to hurry..." She began calmly, Vegeta knew he was about to be yelled at. " Get down there now!"
Vegeta huffed, but said nothing. His mother was probably the only person he didn't talk back to. He went to his room to get his duffle bag along with a large suitcase. Today was the first day of away band camp. Which meant he was now in charge, Vegeta was section leader this year for the drummers. And all summer he had been planning all sort of ways to improve it. This year they'd leave festival with a division one rating.
"I'll get the flag bag Bulma... just make sure we bring the practice silks." Chi Chi called to Bulma over her shoulder as they helped load the truck with all the color guard stuff.
" I got it, heh. If our school wasn't so poor we could afford roadies." Bulma laughed and tossed the box of flags on to the truck.
" Yeah well, this year color guard is gonna be awesome. I'm Captain so everything will run more smoothly." Chi Chi picked up her things. "Come on, lets go back to the band room to make sure we didn't forget anything.
"Hey 18, why the long face?" Bulma asked as she walked into the band room.
" I was just thinking, This year is going to be hard. Especially with out the seniors."
"Yeah I know. I miss Master Roshi, he was a good director. No matter how perverted..." They both broke into laughter. " But what about the new band director? I heard he was real mean..." 18 shrugged.
"I haven't had a chance to talk to him much, but he seems serious if that's what you mean. I think this band needs to shape up if you ask me."
"But band camp supposed to be fun ya know.." Bulma winked at her. "Especially since its so easy to sneak off with you know who.."
"Shut up!" 18 blushed and recalled last year's escapades with a certain clarinet player.
"Whatever 18.." Bulma chuckled, then started for the door.
"Hey, if you see a senior. Tell them there's a senior meeting in the band room before we leave."
Pretty soon, a bunch of sleepy and tired teenagers began to file in to the band room. Android 18 was standing along side Piccolo, the new band director. The tall green man's eyes looked over every one of the seniors as they entered. One of the first that he noticed was a short but very menacing looking boy. The scowl on his face seemed as natural as the hair that stood up on his head. He was the drumline section leader, never seen with out a pair of drum sticks in his hand. They seemed to be glued there.
Next came the two color guard captains. The blue haired one chatted away with the mean looking one. Well she didn't look that way now, but Chi Chi could be very scary when she wanted to be. After them came Goku in tow. He was never far from Chi Chi, the two were love birds. It sickened Piccolo. Goku was hardly ever seen with out that stupid grin on his face but he was a good musician. And the only tuba that they had this year. Instrumentation was tight this year, they'd need all the help they could get if they were going to pull off festival. Yamcha and Krillen followed Goku, both looking like the walking dead. That Yamcha fellow still had on his pajama pants. It wasn't that early, meeting at seven in the morning would give them a perfect start. And when they got to Olivet College, it would give them entire day to get started on marching techniques. Finally came Kikyou, the flute section leader. Piccolo wasted no time in getting to the point.
"Alright, listen up. This week is going to be long, it is going to be hard. You all are seniors and you need to start acting like it. I won't tolerate any screw ups from you. Everyone must set an example for the underclassmen, especially the freshmen. Their going to come in with no experience and we have exactly one week to teach them everything you know about marching. Or at least try, but there is no doubt that you will excel. And go above and beyond my expectations. Any questions?" Everyone's hand went up at the same time. Piccolo picked the first random kid he saw.
"Yeah, now that you've got the pep talk over. What is our theme this year?" Vegeta asked with the usual cockiness in her voice.
"Android 18, pass out the music to them." She nodded and went to get the folder for it. "18 is giving you the music for your sections, and you will be responsible for getting this to your section. If someone doesn't get music, then it's your fault. Got it? So I'm going to chew you out if someone doesn't get a part." Android 18 went out handing parts to all the section leaders.
"Are you serious?!" Vegeta glared as he looked over the music. "I've never even heard of Carmina...and Burana."
"Did you say Cantaloupes and Bananas? Is that our theme?" Yamcha suddenly said as he looked around in a sleepy stupor.
"No you idiot. Carmina Burana." Android 18 chimed in.
"Well, what exactly is this from?" Goku said as he scratched his head, looking at the music.
"Its an opera. The music is challenging and there are a lot of dynamics to watch out for. But this will be a judge pleaser, and I have a good show worked out for it. 18, hand out the charts as well." Piccolo said and handed her a stack of thick packets that were the marking charts. A groan was heard through out the entire room. This would be a long week.
"Oh and don't forget pre-game music too. We have a game the first week of school so we have to be ready. 18 make sure they get that music as well." Piccolo added with a slight smirk. This was going to be a long week but he was determined to get pre-game learned and at least half of the charts to half time.
Later that day....
"Alright listen up. This year is going to be different. No screwing around, no playing coming to practice when you feel like it." A pair of menacing onyx eyes glared as he passed up each person standing at attention. "This year I have decided that anyone who wants to be on the drumline will have to try out. And by the end of camp, you will know whether or not you made it." Vegeta came to stop infront of a junior. A cocky little bastard, he thought. But a good snare drummer, only second to himself of course. " And I won't have any lip from you Inuyasha."
"Hmp. I wouldn't waste my breath on you." The white haired hanyou smirked, he couldn't stand Vegeta.
"Good, then you won't mind keeping your crappy comments to yourself."
Suddenly a girl came running up towards them. She was panting and looked like she was about to fall over. Rather tomboyish looking and she wore a orange bandanna on her head. As Vegeta continued his assessment on the line, she came to stand beside the last person. Trying to catch her breath and hoping that Vegeta hadn't saw her come late.
"You there." He turned and fixed his eyes on the girl with a smirk. "Color guard is meeting on the first floor lobby in the dorms. This is drumline."
"I am on the drumline." She said with a frown. Vegeta stalked towards her.
"Really? I don't think so...Not until you..." He gazed up and looked at all of them. "Not until all of you prove that you're Percussion material." Something akin to a smile curved on to Vegeta's lips. "Now, lets start with drills." Vegeta went over and picked up the marching snare drum. He began with short, steady clicks on the rim. Click,Click,Click "Percussion, a-ten hut!"
"Un-two!" Came the response from them as they assumed attention position. Click,Click,Click.
"Percussion, Left haste!"
"Un two!"
"Alright color guard! Now that we're all stretched out, everyone grab your flags and we're going to start with the basics." Chi Chi said as the girls filed out of the lobby and outside to an open patch of grass.
There weren't many freshmen color guard this year. Just one, a cute, spunky girl who had blue hair the same as Bulma's. Her name was Bra and she was related to none other than Vegeta. He was her brother and terribly over protective. Miroku, who was the only guy color guard, ran to catch up to Chi Chi.
"Hey Chi Chi, What's our theme this year? And when are you going to show us the routines?" Miroku asked. Miroku was a junior and even though he was a guy. His main reason for joining color guard was girls. Yes, this life depended on them and he was very much a lecher.
"I'll tell you all later. But first, we have to learn the basics and start teaching pre-game. Piccolo is expecting a lot from us this week and there won't be any goofing around like last year." Once the spot was reached, they all set about learning the basics. Flutters,arials,left and right handed drop spins, rows and inverted rows to start off with.
Chi Chi and Bulma stood back as the watched all of the flags dropping and falling at the same time. A few of the silks, began to sail. Sailing is when the flag gets tangled up in the pole.
"1-2...3-4...5-6..7-8.." Chi Chi counted aloud. "Everyone should be counting! Down-up, down-up!"
"Don't let your flags sail." Bulma chimed in. "Miroku your getting off. Pay attention and count." Miroku shot a glare at her and continued to count. He had a perfect view standing in back of the rest of the girls. Both of them could be real bitchy, he thought. And it was only going to get worse as the week went on.
Meanwhile, down at the field with the flute section....
"1..2..3..4..5..6..7..line!"
"2..2..3..4...5..6..7..line!" Kikyou watched from the side as the flute section in one straight line marched down field. "I can't hear you counting!" The sound of freshmen flutes grew as they counted a little louder. "Get those elbows up! Your marching in attention position! Next person who drops there elbows gets five laps around this field."
Kagome sighed, was camp this bad last year? No, it had actually been fun. But now that Kikyou was section leader, it would be nothing but work, work for them. Her arms were killing her, and the sun was barring down on all of them. She felt sorry for the freshmen though, this sort of thing would make them not want to do band camp again next year.
"5...6..7..stomp down!" The entire line of flutes came to stop on the 50 yard line. Kikyou slowly approached them all, ready to give out more criticism. "Not bad, but remember. I repeat, remember that your right foot always hits the line. And always, always! Chair with your left foot. Not right, your left. If you don't know your left from right you better learn quick." The very scary looking flute player glared down the line of freshmen and underclassmen flutes alike. This year the flutes would not be sloppy. "Alright, again. About haste, foward march eight, mark time eight, foward march sixteen, mark time eight foward mark eight, TTR(turn to right),foward march eight,TTR, foward march sixteen,stomp down." Kikyou clapped out the beats. CLAP,CLAP,CLAP.
"Chair!" Everyone's left foot came up and they began the drill.
Later that day as everyone gathered for dinner. Tired freshmen found a table near the window to grumble and complain at. Sophomores just sort of gathered randomly and juniors were scattered about with the Sophomores. However, the seniors had sectioned off tables for themselves. They all sat together, discussing whatever it was that they were discussing. Pan, Goten, and Bra went over to where Trunks was already eating. The food wasn't exactly great but he was starving. Vegeta really knew how to work a person, if it wasn't for dinner he might of had them running laps and practicing music all night.
"Try to get some of that in your mouth...." Pan said in disgust and sat down across from him. Glancing down at her on food, it didn't look too apetitizing.Well...the salads looked decent. Trunks only paused for a second to look up her before he continued to scarf down his food.
"Anyway, how did your day go Bra?" Pan asked trying to start conversation.
"I'm tired, color guard is harder than it looks. Plus I think the captain, Chi Chi." The blue haired girl gestured to the senior table where Chi Chi was; seated next to Goku and basically telling him what to do as he ate. Completely ignoring her. "She scares me..."
"Who scares you?" A voice came from behind Bra. She turned around and there was Kagome, standing there with her tray. "Mind if we sit here?" This time Trunks looked up from his food. There was a raven haired girl, and standing just behind her was a kid with the strangest white hair. He stood out more than Trunks, who had been sporting a nice shade of lavender hair since his birth.
"Sure!" Bra said with a smile.
"I'm Goten!" The miniature of Goku offered with a smile, and a mouth full of food. Goten and Goku were cousins, odd they were identical.
"I'm Kagome and that's Inuyasha." Kagome gestured to the frowning, white haired kid as she sat down." I'm a sophomore and Inuyasha's a junior"
"Nice to meet you Kagome. We're all freshmen, saved for Trunks. He's a sophomore too." Pan added. Inuyasha scoffed.
"I know who he is. Vegeta's pet."
"I am not! Your just mad because Vegeta chewed you out this afternoon."
"I'm the best snare drummer on the whole line! Shut up, girly boy" Inuyasha sat back with a smirk. "What self respecting guy dies his hair purple?"
"At least I didn't decide to go white! You look like a total fag!"
"What?!"
By now both boys were standing up, glaring at each other and leaning on the table. Daring the other to make a move. Bra and Kagome stood up and smiled nervously. Trying to get both of them to sit back down. They were drawing attention to themselves, and they didn't want the band director to have to come and deal with it. Too late, Piccolo stood and glanced around.
"Listen up everybody. After dinner, report to the band room over in the hall across the street. There we will begin the Freshmen/rookie auction." Piccolo grinned and then sat down to return to his dinner. Of well, water. Namekians didn't eat.
"Freshmen/rookie auction?" Pan, Goten and Bra all exchanged worried looks. They looked to Trunks, Inuyasha and Kagome. They would obviously would know something but they weren't talking. All of them had went back to their food without a care in the world.
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A/N: MUHAAHH!! I'm done, so it took me awhile but hey I'm getting there. I'm really looking foward to reading reviews again hinthint Please tell me what you think. If any of you are in marching band that you might have a clue! yay! So Until next chapter!
Sb over and out.....