Chapter 1- New School
"Wow!" Bulma exclaimed looking around at all the people. "Kennedy High must've been a pretty big school! We didn't have near this many kids back at Carver."
"Yeah." ChiChi said. "I wonder if we'll meet anybody new. Maybe some cute guys."
"Well if the boys from Kennedy look at all like the ones from Carver, I wouldn't count on it." Juuanchi put in.
"Hey!" Krillin and Yamcha yelled offended.
Bulma and ChiChi giggled.
"Well. Why don't we go introduce ourselves to some people?" Bulma said.
Just them the bell rang signaling for them to go to their first hour class. They all walked into the main building, except for Krillin, who had Gym first.
"Oh. Well. I guess we could meet some people during class. Who you got?" ChiChi asked.
"I've got Computer-Tech, then Advanced English, then Trigonometry, Health, then Lunch." Bulma said looking at her schedule.
"Hey we take English together!" ChiChi exclaimed.
"What about you Yamcha?" Bulma asked.
"Umm." He started, a bit embarrassed by his schedule. "I've got Applied Math, PE, Family Study, Workshop, then Lunch."
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you taking such easy classes?"
"Well. I don't know. I'm not a genius like you." He pouted.
"We all knew that." Juuanchi said. "But applied math?"
"Well...I...I gotta get to class." He said then turned down the hall he figured his class would be on.
The others figured that Yamcha was right, for once, and headed toward where they thought there classes would be too.
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It was well past the tardy bell when ChiChi arrived at her first hour class. From the looks of it, lots of other kids had gotten lost in the giant school too. They had maps, but it was stil hard to find their class.
The teacher was sitting at her desk, trying to be patient with all of the late kids, some of which hadn't arrived yet.
"Welcome to Home-EC." The teacher said putting on a very fake smile. What's your name, please?"
"ChiChi." She said. "ChiChi Son."
"Son..." The teacher mumbled dragging her pen down the name list. "Oh here." She put a check on the paper. "Well my name is Ms. Wemlon. Please feel free to look around the classroom until everyone else gets here."
"Okay." ChiChi said walking away.
She looked around the classroom seeing a few people she knew, although not very well. Finally she spotted a boy with wierd spiky hair that went in all directions. She didn't know him, so she decided to go introduce herself.
She approached the boy, well he wasn't really a "boy", she decided. He was about a foot taller that her.
"Hello." She said cheerfully.
The "boy" paid no attention to her. He seemed to be staring intently at a poster of the food pyramid.
"Hello." She said louder poking him in the arm. It was very rude to ignore people.
This time she did get his attention. "Oh! Hello!" He said putting his hand behind his head and a big goofy smile on his face. "Sorry I was daydreaming."
"About food?" ChiChi asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Sure! I do it all the time." He seemed to remember what he was doing and quickly pulled his hand from behind his head and stuck it out to her for her to shake. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. I'm Goku." He said still smiling.
"I'm ChiChi." She said accepting the shake. She thought that Goku was severely psychotic, but she somehow found herself liking him.
"Well ChiChi," Goku said. "Would you like to be my Home EC partner, by the way that's how they do it here, partners I mean."
"Sure." ChiChi said and followed him to a table.
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Bulma hadn't had very much trouble finding her first class, although she hadn't made it before the tardy bell. The teacher had spent the entire class telling everyone the 'classroom rules'. Bulma had figured that would happen and had brought her CD player to pass the time.
She had met a few people already, but most of them were nerds.
Once there had been an all page, but Bulma couldn't hear it clearly over the headphones. She figured that it was probably just somebody skipping class, and so had settled back on her music.
The bell rang and the whole class filed out of the room.
"Okay" Bulma mumbled to herself trying to look at her map, the numbers and letters on the wall, and not run into someone at the same time. "I need to go upstairs to the third floor, down 'K' hall and to the third door on the right."
After a little bit of walking and a couple of wrong turns, she finally made it to the right classroom. She found a seat in the back and sat down. Not many people were there yet. After a few minutes, ChiChi walked in. She looked around, spotted Bulma and walked directly to the empty seat in front of her.
"Hey Bulma." ChiChi said turning around, "Met anybody."
"Oh." Bulma said in overly emotional sarcasm. "A couple nerds, a couple dweebs. All dorks. What about you?"
Bulma was almost sorry that she had asked the question, because ChiChi just about exploded with a story. "Oh Bulma! He's so cute. At first I thought he was mental, and then I started talking to him and he's so nice. He used live with his grandpa but he lived very far away from any cities. So his grandpa sent him here to go to school. And he has his own apartment. He knows martial arts, and he plays football, and..."
"Wait! Wait! Wait, ChiChi!" Bulma all but yelled to be heard over ChiChi's rambling. ChiChi immediately stopped.
"What's his name?" Bulma asked in a very calm voice compared to the one she had just used.
"Oh. His name is Goku. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No."
"Oh... Well, anyways. He..."
"Class!" The teacher yelled gaining everyone's attention. "Good Morning. I am Mr. Dilloir." He turned and pointed to his name that was written on the board. "Now before I get into the rules, I'm going to call role." He pulled out a grade book and started calling out names. "Alanson,"
"Here" A boy with brown hair said.
"Alleman,"
"Here" Another student said.
"Boudreaux,"
"Here."
"Briefs."
"Here." Bulma said waving her hand in the air so the teacher would see her.
Mr. Dilloir continued to call through students' names.
"Oakley,"
"Here."
"Oubre,"
"Here."
"Ouji" Mr. Dilloir paused like he did for all the other kids waiting for a response. None came. "Ouji." He repeated. "Vegeta Ouji." Still no answer.
Mr. Dilloir finally lifted his eyes from the grade book to scan the class. Upon not seeing who he was looking for, he got off his stool. "I've heard of him." He mumbled. "The boy's smart enough, but he's good for nothing."
He pressed the button for the intercom.
Yes The secretary's voice sounded from the intercom.
"This is Mr. Dillard. Can you please All-Page Vegeta Ouji to report to room K-3?"
The secretary's sigh could be heard through the intercom. I can try Mr. Dilloir, but I've already called him this morning.
"Alright." Mr. Dilloir said, as the intercom cut off, and returned to calling role.
"Goku knows that guy." ChiChi said turning back around to Bulma.
"What guy?" Bulma asked.
"Vegeta Ouji. Didn't you hear them paging for him during first hour?"
" I did hear an All-Page. Well sorta. I couldn't make out what they were saying. I was listening to my CD player." She answered not really interested in whoever this Ouji guy was.
"Well anyway. He was the star football player back at Kennedy. He's supposed to be really strong. But Goku said he had a pretty rough childhood, so he's not really a people-person."
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked feeling kind of sorry for the guy.
"I don't really know. Goku wouldn't give me any details. He said that Vegeta doesn't like to talk about it and that it was best if no one else did either."
"Oh." Bulma said. "So what does he look like?"
"Well Goku didn't tell me this, but some girls were talking about him and they said he was totally hot, and supposedly single."
"Girls in the back!" Mr. Dilloir yelled interrupting their conversation. "I am now going over the rules, so if you would please listen."
Bulma and ChiChi didn't talk for the rest of the hour.
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It was basically the same thing in all of her classes. She had tried to push thoughts of the Ouji guy out of her head, but every time she did there would be another All-Page looking for him. Every time she'd hear his name she would get more curious about him.
Finally it was time for lunch. It didn't take her long to find ChiChi and the rest of the gang. Yamcha wasn't there because it had been decided that he would go to McDonalds and get all their food.
ChiChi, Krillin, and Juuanchi were all sitting at one of the many tables in the schoolyard. (yes they're outside)
"So where's this Goku guy?" Bulma asked ChiChi as she sat down.
"That's what I was wondering." Juuanchi said.
"He's coming." ChiChi said.
A few seconds later, a pretty tall guy with weird hair came running towards them. "Hey ChiChi!" He yelled.
ChiChi jumped out of her chair. "Hey Goku!" She exclaimed when he got to the table. "This is Krillin, Juuanchi, and Bulma." She pointed to each of them as she said their names.
"Hi. Uh. I'm Goku." He said putting his hand behind his head smiling. "Do...um... Do any of you have anything to eat? I'm starved."
"Well." Bulma said pulling out her cell phone. "If you want, I could tell Yamcha to pick you something up at McDonalds."
"Sure. That sounds great."
Bulma dialed the number and waited until Yamcha picked up. "Hey. It's Bulma. I need you to add something to the order. Okay." She put her hand over the phone and turned to Goku "What do you want?"
"Three number 3's, four number 4's, and five number 5's."
"Seriously?" Bulma asked monotonously.
"Sure." He answered.
Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well Yamcha's paying, not me." She mumbled to herself and put the phone back up to her ear. "Yamcha, we need three number 3's, four number 4's, and five number 5's... No that's not for me!" She turned back to Goku. "Is that all you want."
"Uhhh...A coke too."
Bulma repeated the rest of Goku's order and hung up.
They talked for a while until Yamcha got back with the food. ChiChi introduced Goku to Yamcha, and then everyone sat down to eat. Yamcha, Bulma, Krillin, and Juuanchi sat there amazed as they watched Goku eat all of his food in only five minutes.
After everyone finished eating, there was another All Page for Vegeta. This time it was the Principal, not the secretary.
VEGETA OUJI! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! I WANT YOU IN MY OFFICE IN ONE MINUTE OR I WILL COME AND GET YOU MYSELF He yelled.
Goku looked up and sighed. "I guess I'd better go and talk to Vegeta."
"Can I come with you? I'd like to meet him." Bulma spoke up before Goku could leave.
"Yeah me too." ChiChi added.
Goku looked at them. "I'm sorry guys. But when I saw Vegeta this morning he looked pissed enough to hurt somebody. I don't think it would be smart to introduce you to him now. Maybe I'll introduce you tomorrow."
And with that, he ran off.
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Hi everybody! High school fics seem to be pretty popular, so I thought I'd try to do one. This one won't be just high school though, there will be a bigger plot to it trust me. It will have a bit of romance and some action/adventure. ~GothicDream