Authors note: Thanks, for giving me constructive criticism, it helped. Oh, by the way, KimiruMai, I would love for you to help me. Thanks again :)! This chapter may be a little suckish, because I am trying to introduce all the characters. WARNING! There is a little Bulma X Yamcha. It wasn't fun to write, but it will make the next chapter interesting. Also I read over some other fanfics I realized they all had something I didn't, disclaimers! So here it is!

Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters in this story (minus Isis and Sam) Akira Toriyama does. I own the story, not the characters!

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Chapter 1

I blinked as I noticed my familiar surroundings. I dreamed of this place every time I closed my eyes. I walked past the patches of daisies to the crystal clear pool of water in the center of the clearing. Violet flowers with flecks of blue were reflected in the water. I stared down at my reflection. I wore a Strapless, turquoise dress, with a black flower embroidery near the bottom. The dress reached down to my ankles, I stared at my feet realizing they were bare. My electric blue hair was down in waves. I noticed a darker form next to me in my reflection. It was slightly blurry, but then it cleared, and I saw the image of a man. His hair was black and stood up like a flame, and he wore black pants with a navy blue t-shirt that exposed muscles that every man dreamed about.

"Where are you?" he demanded. His expression shifted into to an impatient glare.

I looked up from the water, to where he should be. But he wasn't there. Confused, I looked back down at the water. I opened my mouth to demand who he was.'

I shot up as my alarm annoyingly screeched. I quickly turned it off, while trying to recover from the mini heart-attack it gave me. 'Ugh! Stupid alarm clock!' I had been so close to finding out who the man was, but I was used to It. Every time I tried to ask him who he was, the dream ended. It's so unfair, he gets to ask me questions, and if I so much as speak, the dream ends. Whatever, it's just a dream, right? I don't understand why it bugs me so much. I go to my closet to find something to wear. After a few minutes of searching, I found a white peasant top with a gold chain attached, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and white sandals. I went to take shower and brush my teeth. When I got out of the shower, I straightened my long waist length hair, and got dress then I ran downstairs to get a piece of toast. I took one look at the time and thought 'ChiChi's going to kill me!'

" Oh, Bulma dear, is that all your going to eat for breakfast? Let me cook you something to eat." My mother said as she walked into the kitchen. Her blonde hair was in its usual style, and she wore a blue dress.

"I can't, mom, Im going to be late." I said.

"Fine, but you have to let me cook you breakfast tomorrow," she said, pouting.

"Ok mom, bye." I said, running out the door to my silver Lexus. I drove well over the speed limits to get to ChiChi's house. When I got there, I honked the horn and ChiChi came running out wearing out wearing a red soccer shirt and a pair of black shorts. Her black hair was in a pony tail. She glared at me as she got in my car.

"We're going to be late." She said angrily.

" Yeah, I know, sorry" I apologized as I pulled out of her driveway.

"Mr.P is going to kill us if we're late to his class again!" ChiChi continued her angry tirade.

"Sorry Chi," I said trying to soften her anger by using her nickname.

"Whatever," she said crossing her arms. Yep, she was still angry. When we got to school, ChiChi had cooled off a little, but we were definitely going to be at least five minutes late. We ran to our lockers not wanting to be later than we already were, but my stupid locker had other plans, and it took us five minutes to open it. When we walked into Mr. P's classroom He turned around and glared at us. He was wearing a purple t-shirt, baggy purple pants, a light blue, and brown shoes that looked like something a

"Nice that you could join us, and ." his voice was sickly sweet. Knowing we were in trouble, we quietly walked to our seats.

"As I was saying, tomorrow we will be having a two new students, and since and think it's ok to be late to my class everyday, they will be showing them around to help them find their class, and they will be showing up one hour before class to help me grade papers." He said smirking. "Now open your textbooks to page 200, and let's read the chapter on Namekia. Namekia was an ancient civilization."

"Like Atlantis," some kid in the front blurted out.

"No, not like Atlantis," Mr.P looked a little annoyed at the kid's outburst, "Namekia and Atlantis were enemies."

"Why?" the same kid asked.

"Their allies were enemies. When Namekia chose Atlantis' sworn enemy was their ally, Atlantis attacked them. They destroyed Namekia, and almost killed all of the Namekians, but the Namekians' ally sent a hero to help them fight off Atlantis' attack. The hero defeated the Atlantians' army, but Namekia was destroyed, so the Namekians' ally gave them a new land. This land was hidden, so that Atlantis could never find it. The Namekians called it Namek. They still live there, but some have decided to blend in with normal humans." said Mr.P.

Nobody else said anything for the rest of class. I don't think anyone noticed, but he was talking as if the Namekians weren't human. After class, I walked off to my second period class, ChiChi wasn't in it, but the hottest quarterback in Ouran high school history was in it, Yamcha. He had long, spiky, black hair. His skin was perfectly tanned, and he had dark brown eyes that you can stare into for hours, because they were so deep. The only imperfection was the scar ran over his right eye, and the scar on his cheek, but they only maximized his perfection.

"Hey Bulma," I heard him breathe huskily in my ear. "Are you coming to my game tomorrow night?"

"That depends, do you want me there?" I turned around and grinned flirtatiously. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

"No," I was a little taken aback by his answer, when he continued "I need you there." he grinned, but I could tell he was serious.

"Ok, I'll be there." he beamed.

"Ok class, back in your seats." , my English teacher said. He was a short , round African American man that dressed sort of like a genie. He wore white baggy pants, a vest, and a white turban with a red jewel in the center. He's my favorite teacher. He assigns no homework, and he's more laid back then most teachers.

"Today, we will be practicing expository writing." he said. We all chose a topic. He gave us books on those topics, and we spent the whole class writing notes.

"Hey Bulma do you want to eat lunch with me and my friends." Yamcha asked me at the end of class. I thought about saying no, because she was going to be there, Marron. Up until the 8th grade, Marron ChiChi, and I were friends. When Yamcha starting noticing me, she started to change. Originally, she was a tan, brunette with brown eyes, but she dyed her hair blue, bought blue contacts, and she had surgery to make her skin paler, like mine. Then she started acting like a real jerk to ChiChi and I. When she was at our houses, she would steal from us. She started talking about us behind our back, and when we confronted her about it, she dumped her lunch on us. After that we stopped hanging out with her.

"Yeah, I'd love to eat lunch with you and your friends." I said. Marron wasn't going to stop me from eating with the hottest boy in school. I wasnt worried that ChiChi would think I ditched her, because she already told me she wasn't eating lunch today, because she had to make up a test for Mr. Kai. is the math teacher. I had him for fifth period. He was kind of funny, but most of his jokes were kind of lame.

When we were in the lunch room, I got in line, grabbed a cheese pizza, a brownie, and a lemonade, and payed for lunch. Then I walked over to Yamcha's table and sat right next to him, and right across from Marron.

"Hey Bulma." much to my distaste, it wasn't Yamcha who spoke, it was Marron. Her tone held a hint of disdain. " Long time, no see."

"Yeah, wonder why that is," I said sarcastically.

"You sure you want to eat that brownie, you've been looking a little chunky lately." Marron said smirking.

"Oh, is that a pimple I see or are you a growing a second head?" I smirked as she squeked and covered her nose. I heard the whole table snicker, even Yamcha sported a wide smile. The rest of lunch went by with Yamcha and I flirting and Marron trying to get me back for the pimple comment. The weird thing was, every time Yamcha touched me, a tidal wave of guilt hit me like a brick, and I couldnt get the man from my dreams out of my mind. When lunch period ended, I said goodbye to Yamcha, and ran off to meet ChiChi at the gym.

"Hey," she said as she ran up to me "where've you been?"

"Nowhere," I paused, giving a secretive grin. "Just eating lunch with the hottest boy at Ouran!" I said smiling widely.

"No way! You had lunch with Yamcha! But what about Marron?" she asked.

"By the end of lunch, she was speechless." I said.

"Marron, speechless? No way!" we laughed as we went to the locker rooms to change. When we came out, Mr. King had everyone doing stretches. Mr. Yemma wore a white t-shirt and black shorts. Mr. Yemma was built like a body builder, and his skin always had a reddish tint to it.

"Now let's head out to the track to run some laps," he said. Everybody groaned as we headed out to the field. ChiChi and I jogged side by side as I gave her in full detail what happened during lunch. After running seven laps, everyone was drenched in sweat. I'm in great shape, but even I felt like I was dying by the end of class. I showered in five minutes and changed back into my normal clothes.

"Ugh, I feel like a part of me just died," ChiChi complained.

"I know what you mean, my legs feel like jello," I said. We walked downstairs to the art room. We had art with Mrs.S. The rest of her name was unknown, no one asked what it was, and she never said anything about it. Her hair was the same color of her eyes and she wore a skin tight blue dress that stopped right above her knees. She wore a white feather boa and white heels. She was really weird. Sometimes when she was really angry her eyes would flash crimson, but when I blinked, her eyes were back to their weird orange- brown color. She hissed when she spoke. Instead of yes please, she would say yesssss pleasssse. Mrs.S really hated me, and she took every opportunity to try and make me look stupid, but my IQ is way higher than hers. So there was no way to make me look stupid. In fact, because it's so high, I'm not required to come to school, but I decided to come anyways.

"Now classsss," she hissed "I want you all to draw the one placcccce that you love more than anything. It can be the school, your home, or maybe even the mall. Anywhere is fine, asssss long as it holdssss meaning for you." she then stared at me and smirked "Mrs. Briefs would probably draw Good Will, because we all know how much meaning it has for her." her voice had a nasty edge that I didn't like.

"Oh Mrs.S, I've never had the pleasure of going there, but I'm sure you've been there plenty of times," I said looking over her clothes mockingly. Her eyes flashed a brilliant red crimson, then went back to normal as she smoothed out her dress.

"Well, you kidsssssss know where the drawing paper is, so after you sketch the landscape, use the drawing paper." she said glaring at me, and I glared right back at her.

"Gosh, it's like you want her to hate you," ChiChi said disapprovingly. I looked back down at ChiChi.

"Hey, she started it." I said in my defense.

"Bulma, that sounds really childish." she said in the same tone.

"Whatever, Chi." I said rolling my eyes. "So what are you going to draw?" I asked.

"Im going to draw the park we first met at," she said smiling.

"Aw, Chi that's totally awesome!" I said grinning.

"What are you going to draw?" she asked.

"I don't know. Im just going to draw, and see what it becomes." I said. We began to sketch our landscapes. I wasn't paying too much attention to my work. I was just letting the pencil do the work. When I looked down to see the clearing from my dreams.

"Is that what I think it is?" ChiChi asked. I looked over at her and saw her studying my sketch. ChiChi knew about my dreams. She was the only person who knows about them. After I told her, I thought she was going to think I was some kind lunatic, but she just smiled and said it was ok.

"Yes, I was just drawing and then it became this. I never realized this before, but I have always wanted to draw it and make it real." I said.

She nodded and breathed "It's as beautiful as you described it."

"Is that him?" she asked. I nodded and looked at the water and saw him. My picture didn't do him the justice he deserved, but he was still beautiful. No amount of shading could ever show just how deep his onyx eyes really were. A scowl adorned his perfect features. On anyone else, it would have made them look stupid, but on him it looked kind of sexy.

I looked over at ChiChi's drawing and saw a place that brought back a lot of memories. It was of a park I used to go to when I was younger. I met ChiChi, when I went to the park on my fifth birthday. She had piggy tails and wore a red dress that went down to her knees. She had been crying, because a park bully had taken her ball. I ran up to the boy and kicked him in the shin, he dropped the ball and started hopping up and down. I grabbed the ball, then grabbed ChiChi's hand, and we started running. After that we became best friends.

"Aw, Chi it's beautiful." I said.

"Thanks, but I can't decide if I should draw you kicking that boy in the shin."

"Oh yeah! You should definitely draw that!" I said laughing at the memory of the boys face.

"Ok, I will." we laughed and contined to draw. After the bell rang, I walked off to math, and Chi went to language arts.

"How do you make time fly?" asked?

"I don't know how?" the class asked in unison. I rolled my eyes, I'd heard this over a thousand times.

"You throw a clock!" he bursts out laughing. When nobody laughed with him, he stared at everyone and crossed his arms and said "If you don't have a sense of humor, I won't pass any of you." Then everybody started laughing. After that, he gave us a sheet with 100 algebra questions, and said "do 25 of these problems in class, and do another 25 for homework. If you finish the first 25 you can start on your homework." I finished 45 questions by the end of class. Then groaned as I rushed off to 's class

is the single most hated teacher in the entire school. He swamps everyone with homework, he yells at you for the stupidest things. He thought everyone in the class was an idiot, and made sure we knew it. looked like an older version of Mr.P, but , the principle, and could be brothers. There's only one difference was way nicer than .

"Listen up Brats!" said. "I am retiring tomorrow, so after today, I never have to see you fools again." he said in his scratchy voice. The cheers of class 2-B were heard all over the school. Even though it was his last day, he still gave us a bunch of homework. I walked to my locker and grabbed by backpack and waited for ChiChi.

"Ready to go, Bulma?" I looked up to see ChiChi with her backpack in her hand.

"How did you get your backpack? I was standing here the whole time." I asked.

"I came here after seventh period. Now let's go I have a lot of homework." she said. After I drove ChiChi home I went home and did the last five problems on my math homework.

I had just finished my science homework, when my mom walked into my room and told me sinner was ready. I walked downstairs and sat at the dinner table, while my mom uncovered the trays of food. There was ceaser salad, chicken sandwiches and three slices of chocolate cake, and I took one of each.

"Bulma, your teacher called and said you would be going in one hour early tomorrow, is that true?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, I was late again." I said.

"Oh you're going to school early tomorrow, then I guess I'll have to wake up early to cook your breakfast tomorrow." my mother pondered.

"Oh, that's ok, mom. I'll just eat a piece of toast." I said.

"no I want to cook you breakfast." my mom said smiling.

"Ok." I said shrugging my shoulders.

After dinner, I ran upstairs to change my clothes. I changed into a pair of baggy, green shorts that barely covered my thighs. Then I brushed my teeth and went to sleep.

I didn't have any dreams that night. It disturbed me to not see him, even if he was a dream. I shook my head and got up to get ready. I was dressed in record time. I wore a long, casual, purple and white striped, batwing t-shirt with long sleeves, and a pair of skin tight skinny jeans with calf length black boots, and my blue hair was curled.

I ran downstairs to see my mom had cooked me breakfast. I quickly thanked her as I scarfed down my omelet and toast with strawberry jelly, then chugged my milk. I ran out the door, and called ChiChi and told her I was on my way. When I got to her house I texted her and told her I was there. She came out in a pink shirt with blue skinny jeans with black converse, and her hair was down.

"Wow Bulma, I think we're going to make it on time," she said incredulously as we pulled out of her neighborhood.

"Yeah, I know, I can hardly believe it myself." I laughed as I drove towards the school. When we got there I pulled into an open parking space, and we walked to our lockers, grabbed our books for first and second period. Then we walked over to Mr.P's classroom where he sat at his desk waiting.

He raised his eyebrow and said "see, you girls can be on time." we laughed in response, then he handed us the tests he wanted us to grade, and we spent the rest of the hour grading tests in silence. At the end of the hour me and ChiChi spoke to each other, until class started.

Mr. P started saying something about the new student, but I wasn't really listening. I was doodling on the side of my paper. For some reason, I felt compelled to look up, and when I did, my jaw dropped, because there stood the man of my dreams, literally. He wore ripped, black jeans with a dark blue t-shirt with a black jacket, and his onyx eyes were staring right at me. I barely registered the fact that the boy standing next to him was speaking.

"My name's Vegeta," he said in a deep voice.