1Author's Note: Hello all, big thanks to all who reviewed. I really appreciate it! I'm hoping you'll like this chapter very much. By the way, a lot of my ideas for this stories are things that have actually happened. Well, you'll see. Oh yes, and here's just a little list of the sections and their section leaders.

Head

Piccolo- Band Director

Android 17- Drum Major (senior)

Android 18- Field Commander (junior)

Marron- Field Commander (junior)

Percussion Section

Vegeta- Section Leader (senior snare drum)

Trunks- Bass drum (sophomore)

Pan- Cymbals/Pit (freshman)

Inuyasha- Snare drum (junior)

Low Brass

Goku- Section leader;tuba (senior)

Sesshoumaru- trombone (junior)

Gohan- frenchhorn (Junior)

Videl- baritone (sophomore)

Erasa- trombone (sophomore)

Color Guard

Chi Chi- Captain (senior)

Bulma- Co-captain (Senior)

Miroku- (junior & only guy C.G.)

Bra- (freshman)

Sango- (junior)

Trumpets

Yamcha- Section Leader (senior)

Kouga- 2nd chair (junior)

Goten- (freshmen)

Clarinets

Naraku- Section Leader (senior)

Krillen- (junior)

Sharpner- (junior)

Flutes

Kikyou- Section Leader (senior)

Kagome- (sophomore)

Rin- (freshman)

Shippou- (sophomore, only guy flute)

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Inuyasha. (unfortunately)

As all the freshmen filled in to the band room, there were several seniors standing on the stage. The room was designed oddly. When you first came in there was the general area where the chairs and stands went. In front was a chalk board and conductor's stand. A few away from that was a stair case leading up to a stage like balcony. That's where Bulma and Goku were standing. The freshmen were lead up the stair case and told to wait there. The rest of the juniors, sophomores and seniors not actually participating in the auction were all seated in the audience.

"Alright lets begin, everyone quiet down." Piccolo said over the microphone and the room grew silent. "For those of you who don't know, mainly the freshmen and first timers. The first night here the Seniors conduct an auction. Where the rookies are sold to the highest bidders and become indentured servants for the entire week. This means, they will have to carry your instrument to the field, or bust your tray at lunch everyday. Things of that nature. Remember the limit for each person is 50 dollars."

"Lets begin" Goku said as he took the microphone from Piccolo. "First up is..." He looked up and saw Pan standing there. "Pan! Lets start the bidding at 10 dollars. Do I hear ten?" Miscellaneous people began to bid on her.

"15 dollars"

"23 dollars" Some else called out.

"I got 23 dollars do I hear 25 dollars?"

"30 dollars." Vegeta, held up the money.

"35 dollars" Someone shouted, a tall looking Junior who happened to be none other than Gohan. He was the one and only french horn player in the low brass section and very good at it too.

"50 dollars" Vegeta smirked and looked at the defeated Gohan. Percussion always bought all the freshmen percussion. And this year it would continue.

"SOLD For 50 dollars. Now up next we have.." Goku glanced back to see one was up next. A small little kid no taller than four feet. He had red-orange hair and big bright eyes. "It looks like Shippou." Shippou was the only guy flute player. "How about...10 dollars? Do I hear 10 dollars"

And it went like that all night. Every freshmen was auctioned off to the upperclassmen. Many of the upperclassmen had two servants or more. Poor freshmen, though no one really felt sorry because everyone experienced indentured servitude at band camp. Chi Chi and Bulma went in on Bra. Goten was bought by Videl, a cute little sophomore with pig tails. And finally, Rin was bought by a very reserved Junior Trombone player. His name was Sesshoumaru. However, tomorrow was when the real work would begin. Everyone would be in for a rude awakening. Literally. Just before lights out, Vegeta was making rounds to all the rooms that held percussionists. He knocked on their door and told them that they'd be meeting at 6 AM for early morning practicing and running before breakfast. He earned a groan from everyone he told. This was ridiculous A certain junior thought so.

"Did you hear that Kagome?!" Inuyasha grumbled as he sat down in the hallway by her door. Kagome settled next to him.

"Sorry Inuyasha but drumline does have it harder than the other sections..."

"Well that's no excuse for him to work us like dogs"

"..." Kagome was silent. She really couldn't do anything about it. Sure, Vegeta could be a jackass at times but that was Vegeta. Nothing could really be done about it...well, maybe Bulma could do something but she seemed to like his bad boy attitude.

There came a knock at the doors bright and early. Actually not so bright, the sun wasn't even up yet but in less than a half hour; all the percussion were lined up on the 50 yard line as Vegeta stared them all down. They all gazed at the ground, trying to keep there eyes open. 'One...two..five...' Vegeta counted the number of bodies.'eleven..'

"Who's missing?" Vegetas commanding voice was clear and precise. They talked among themselves before they answered. Vegeta grew impatience.

"Uh...Inuyasha." One person spoke up.Though their eyes weren't on Vegeta, they were on Inuyasha. Who was currently stalking towards the group, looking like he had just dragged himself out of bed five minutes ago. Vegeta turned to look at him, he was none too happy about this.

"And where the hell have you been?"

"Sleep, like any other SANE person here."

"Well..." Vegeta smirked at the remark. He was going an example of this insadordinant runt. " Just for that you can do push ups. 50 to be exact" Vegeta turned to the rest of the group, while Inuyasha grunted and grumbled the entire time. "First we will warm up, then we will begin practice on pre-game music." They all filed to the side lines to get their marching drums.

Pan was still half sleep, she could barely see straight let alone play any music. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed up so late. Whatever the case, when they started the warm ups she came in at all the wrong places. She couldn't even count straight, the music blurred before her eyes and strained to read the sheet music.

"Stop." Vegeta cut them off and came to stand in front of Pan. "Can you count?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so. Especially since you come in on the 2nd and 4th beats of each measure. How hard is it to count, 1,2,3,4? Apparently it must be very difficult if you can't figure out when to come in" Pan winced as Vegeta yelled. His voice echoed around them and that made it even worse. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah..." Pan said in an annoyed tone. She really needed some sleep.

"What did I just say?" Kami! She hated that question. She really hadn't been listening too much There was silence, she had no clue.

"Well, I guess your not. That's enough warm up. Everyone, three laps around the field." There was an audible groan from the group. And the day had just begun.

The hot noon sun shined brightly on the field, there was not a tree nor building in sight to block its hot rays. Everyone looked like they were ready to drop, luckily water break was coming up. It was too bad they didn't last longer.

"Alright." Piccolo's voice boomed over the bull horn. "Go back and do it again. Pre-game all the way through. Beginning with kick step. Get there." There was a groan or two and every slowly started back to the side lines. Suddenly the seniors began to run.

"GET THERE"

"GET THERE" They all yelled and some began to jog to pick up the pace while others continued to walk.

"Alright, next time I see someone walking they get three laps." Piccolo said."Begin."

Everyone settled down as they lined up on the field. The band settled down and the drum major took the center field on the 15 yard line in front of the percussion. Android 18 gave three clamps.

"Percussion. A-ten hut!"

"Un-two" Came the response and they all moved from parade rest to attention position in two quick movements.

ClapClapClap

Dut...Dut...Dut...digga-deta-dut...dut..dut...Was the sound of the snare drum as the percussion came out and ended in a halt. On either side of the field, the heads that were lowered snapped up with a quick, short response. "Up" There was a long whistle and then kick step back. The two sides of the band met in the middle of the field and turned to face down field at the end of the halt.

Tweet, tweet, tweet!

The trumpet blared with the sound of musical cheers. Followed by the clarinets who joined in along with the flutes. The low brass brung up the end. The music paused and the entire banded shouted, "Blue and White, Blue and White, GO, FIGHT, WIN" The music came back and it ended. Immediately going in to the school fight song. It was the Navy's tune.

"Stop." Came a familiar voice over the bull horn. "Stop, Stop. Your lines are all wrong. People your not guiding. I standing up here watching you and you aren't paying attention. You might as well be marching down field blind folded. Take a water break and we'll try again." The group all filed over to the shady trees across the street. Grabbing water bottles from coolers and passing them around. Each person took a nice long gulp of water and some simply poured it on their heads. Kagome came over with Bra and Goten to sit with Trunks, Pan and Inuyasha who were all sitting on the side of the road under the shade of a tree.

"Its really hot today. Why can't we practice in the shade? " Bra commented sort of complaining, this was the most work she had done all summer.

"Because it would be kind of hard to march down field with a bunch of trees in the way." Trunks retorted, and earned a dirty look from Bra.

"Anyway." Pan interjected. She was always trying to keep the peace. "How has sectionals been going for everyone?"

"Its like hell." Inuyasha commented. "Vegeta is a slave driver." Trunks nodded in agreement.

"Yeah he is...but we can't do much about it. He's section leader." Pan sighed, she too wasn't having a great time.

"Look at him, he disgusts me." Inuyasha said in a low voice, their eyes followed his gaze over to him sitting with Bulma, Color Guard Co-Captain. His arm was situated protectively around her waist.

"Awww!" Bra squealed. "Their a cute couple."

"Oh brother..." Trunks sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You'd be surprised, there are a lot of band couples." Kagome began. "There's also Goku and Chi Chi. They've been going out since freshmen year. They make a cute couple, though I wonder about Goku sometimes. Chi Chi can be a little bossy. I don't think Goku cares too much, he's just happy to be with her."

"Look, now you've gotten her started.." Trunks muttered and received a quick slap to the back of the head. "Ow..." He said, though it didn't really hurt.

"Kagome's the authority on everyone's business." Inuyasha smirked.

"I am not! I just happen to know who's with who" She said and shrugged.

"Alright, everyone back out on the field." Came Piccolo's voice, there was an audible groan from everyone as they all headed back on to the sunny field. Man this was going to be a long day. When was dinner again? Unfortunately it wouldn't come for a few more hours. And after wards there was free time for everyone to just hang out in the dorms around the room. On the second floor nearly everyone was out in the hall or had their door open. The band director, Piccolo, had a strict rule about guys being in girls rooms and vice versa. So thus, everyone was out in the hallway socializing. A few were playing cards, while others ran back and fourth chasing one another. Just random things. Meanwhile, downstairs in the lobby the seniors were having a meeting to disgust tomorrow's night activity. For a while everyone argued amongst themselves about what they should do. And after awhile someone yelled and the room grew quiet. Everyone looked at Goku who was standing there with a big grin and looking sheepish.

"We shouldn't fight you guys..." He simply commented. The room was finally quiet.

"Why don't we have a snipe hunt?" Came the quiet voice from the corner of the room. It was 17, he and Android 18 were brother and sister. He was of course, older.

"A what hunt?" Chi Chi questioned, and everyone turned their attention to him for an explanation.

"A snipe hunt...Its basically all a hoax. Its an imaginary nocturnal animal that you make up, and then send everyone on a wild goose chase." 17 shrugged. "We did it before once when I was in boy scouts."

"How is that fun?" Yamcha asked. Yamcha was a tall guy, and kind of muscular. Not overly so with short black hair. Kind of cute even, maybe hot if it weren't for the scar that ran over his cheek bone.

"I'll tell you how." Vegeta spoke up. That was a shot, like 17, Vegeta never spoke at these meetings he thought were pointless. But Vegeta was always up for mischief making. "Here's what we'll do...." Everyone leaned in close and listened in on the plan.

End A/N: Well there's chapter two! What's going to happen next?! What is Vegeta going to do? And what exactly is a snipe hunt anyway! Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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