Sooo, another chapter. Yay! Some of you maybe wondering their ages so here they are:

*Bulma-36 *Goku- 36

*Vegeta-36 *Chichi-35

*Trunks-12 *Gohan-18

*Videl- 18

*Yamcha- 37

*Goten-11

*Krillin- 36

*18 and 17-35

*Broly- 38

*Launch and Tien- 35

*Piccolo- 36

Please don't flame me for this. I have to make them certain ages in order to work it all out. Well onto the fic!

Chapter Three: Stacey Nightshadow

"...stupid Vegeta..." Bulma mumbled as she sat at her desk in her Biology class. It was a week since the 'accident' and Bulma was still mad at Vegeta. She remembered exactly what Yamcha told her on that day...

"I don't trust him..." Yamcha said as he sat down at the kitchen table. He turned his head just a bit to get a view of the living room, and to make sure Trunks was nowhere in sight. Bulma turned around from the sink to face Yamcha. "I kinda agree. I can't believe I have to work with him now. Who knew that Vegeta of all people would be the dean. I can't get over it." She threw the dish towel she was holding down and sat next to Yamcha.

"Hey babe, did you realize that Vegeta has all those expensive cars? I swear I don't know how he could afford it."

Yamcha blinked in confusion. "Wait...did you see the Lexus he has?" Bulma nodded. "I don't know what car dealership he ripped off but..." He paused for a moment and Bulma waited for him to answer but he didn't finish his sentence.

"Hang on, is next Wednesday the seventh?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Aww, crap! I got to take over Michael's shift that day, so I might not get home till about five."

"What? I have a teacher's meeting that day, who is gonna pick Trunks up? Can't you just call off or something?"

"No, I can't. I took last Friday off. I'm sorry."

Bulma crossed her arms across her chest and frowned. "Great, just what I need." Yamcha was about to open his mouth when Trunks entered the room. Trunks glared at him and walked toward the frig. Yamcha leaned close to Bulma and whispered, "Thing is, I think there is a reason to why Vegeta came back. Surely he knew about your teaching job, right?"

"Well, I don't know." She whispered back. "When we were married I told him I always wanted a job in teaching but...I knew I couldn't because I was pregnant with Trunks. Do you think he did this on purpose? Just to be with me again?"

Trunks slammed the refrigerator door and turned to face his mother. In his hand was a chocolate pudding, and he opened it without taking his eyes off Yamcha or Bulma. He dug the spoon in and began munching on it and watched them with the confused look on their faces. "What? Don't mind me, carry on." Bulma rolled her eyes. "Trunks, this is an adult conversation, go back into the living room and eat."

"You said only eat in the kitchen. I'm doing that now and if I spill it on the carpet you're going to get mad, am I correct?"

This time Yamcha answered him. "You heard your mother. Please leave Trunks, we're discussing something important."

Trunks narrowed his eyes. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way. I'm just as an adult as you are!"

"Trunks, will you calm down? Go in the living room!" Bulma shouted. Trunks rolled his blue eyes. "I don't know why you're taking up for him mom. He probably doesn't even know how old I am! He probably doesn't have a clue about next Friday!" With that, Trunks stormed out of the room with his pudding.

Bulma sighed extra loudly and covered her face with her hands. Yamcha looked at her and asked, "What's next Friday all about?" Bulma couldn't believe her ears. She looked at him and said, "Its September ninth, Trunks' birthday. He's turning thirteen. You don't remember? You've lived with us for five years already."

"I'm sorry, but I have more important things to worry about." Bulma uncovered her eyes and gasped. She has never been so angry with Yamcha. How could Trunks' birthday NOT be important? It was the day he was born and Yamcha didn't care one bit. Let alone he forgot it. How could he say something like that? These questions raced through Bulma's mind as she stared at him with anger and hatred. She stood up. "Jerk." And then left the room.

Now she sat at her desk, in her Biology room, grading the quiz she gave her students the day before. She had to say they didn't do a very good job on it anyway. The highest score she had was a C, and she was already angry. She pulled out her red marker and began marking all over a boy's quiz. He probably got a D and this didn't make her any happier.

Bulma pressed down so hard on the marker that the tip broke off and she yelled, "Arrgh! I hate this!" Of course, everyone in the room looked at her like she was crazy. She gave them a packet to work on and said don't make any noise and here she was yelling her head off. Bulma blushed, and shook her head. "I'm sorry class, just angry at something. Continue working."

To make her day even worse, she had to go talk with Broly as soon as the period was over. If it was thing she didn't enjoy, it was going into his office and talking to him. The man seemed hard to talk to. He never lets you 'get to know him'. She knew she wasn't going to enjoy this. Bulma glanced up at the clock and in about five seconds the bell was going to ring, and it did. Everyone stood up and walked out of the room. Bulma reached down and grabbed her purse and walked out of the room.

If there was one thing a teacher didn't enjoy, it was to walk through the hallways with a bunch of teenagers. She almost reached the office when she spotted Vegeta walking down the hallway. Oh, god no! I don't feel like dealing with this jerk! Vegeta had his hands in his pockets and walked right up to Bulma. He narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down.

"You look like a cow today."

"Screw you Vegeta! Move out my way. I have to speak with Broly."

A couple of teenagers walked pass and eyed the two. Vegeta ignored them and crossed his arms across his chest. "Why do you need to see him?"

"Do you think I know? He just e-mailed me ten minutes ago. Shouldn't you be doing something?"

"I am. I'm patrolling the hallways making sure none of these punks break the rules."

"Oh, I bet you feel really happy that you got a little authority, huh?"

"You know I am. I hope in your chemistry class that something spills on you, who knows it might make you look a little more attractive."

Bulma frowned. She was about to open her mouth when she saw Brent skateboarding down the hallway. Ever since Bulma taught here, she known Brent from when he was a freshmen. Everyday he would skateboard through the hall to his next class and none of the teachers could do anything about it. He would swerve in and out between students and nobody could stop him. Not even when Mr. Scofield was there. Now, Brent was a senior and he was enjoying the feeling until something caused him to flip over and land on his back.

He hit the ground pretty hard and Bulma could've sworn she heard bones crack. Brent looked up and was surprised to see his skateboard gone. He sat up with confusion written on his face and he looked to see Vegeta. He some how managed to grab the board from him without him knowing of it. "What gives dude? Give me back my stuff!" Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Oh, don't tell me you weren't here on the first day, do you know who I am?"

"No! I don't care! Give it back dude!"

Vegeta grabbed the board and without any warning, he cracked it in half just like it was a stick. By now, dozens of students were watching and all of them gasped. Including Bulma. "Dude! Why did you do that?" Vegeta dropped the broken pieces on the floor and grabbed Brent roughly by his shirt.

"You're in my school now punk, and if I ever see you in here with this piece of crap, I'll see to it personally that you don't walk across that stage. Do I make myself clear?"

Brent quickly nodded and Vegeta let the boy go. Brent quickly jetted down the hallway and was soon out of sight. "What are you all looking at? Get to class!" He yelled and everyone scattered away. Bulma blinked and stared at Vegeta. "Why did you do that?"

"The brat wasn't obeying the rules. You know that."

"You are too into your job." She spun on her heel and walked away. Bulma opened the door to the main office and saw Tien leaning on the desk top. Bulma quickly backed up and leaned on the door. Launch had her arms wrapped around his neck and they were sharing a deep, passionate kiss. CRAP. She stood there for a second until she heard, "Alright, I need to get back to work. I'll see you later." That was Tien.

"Aww, do you have to?" Launch whined. There was silence and Bulma guessed that they were kissing again. "Yeah, don't worry. I'll see you tonight." Tien walked out of the office and saw Bulma leaning against the wall. "Umm, Bulma what are you doing?" She quickly got off the wall and blushed. "Oh, um. Nothing! I was just wondering where Broly was. That's all. I didn't see anything!" Tien raised a brow.

"He's in his office. I gotta go teach my P.E class. See ya."

He quickly walked away and Bulma sighed. Turning, she walked in and saw Launch. Her blue hair looked messy and her shirt wrinkly. She sat at her computer and looked up when Bulma entered.

"Hiya Bulma, Broly is in his office."

"Oh, thanks Launch."

"If I were you I'd wait. He's on the phone and I think he needs to talk to you, Vegeta, Goku, and Chichi. I don't know why though. "

"Yeah, okay."

Bulma walked over to his office and knocked on the door lightly. She stood there for a moment and without thinking, she opened the door. Broly sat at his desk with his back turned to Bulma. He was looking out the window and had a phone in his hand. She quietly entered the room and heard Broly say,

"Look, why do you keep calling me? I'm at work." He paused. "No, I don't think that way about you. I love you." Broly has a girlfriend! "No, I didn't say that. I don't even know why I'm talking to you. I'll call you later. No, I'm not trying to get rid of you. Its just that I'm at work and..." He sighed as Bulma heard a woman yelling on the other end. What he said next made Bulma fall over anime style. "...I'll talk to you later...mom. Love you and bye."

He hung the phone up and spun around in his chair and saw Bulma. He blushed. "Bulma, when did you come in here?"

"Oh, about a moment ago, why?"

"Nothing, I was just talking to my, um...girlfriend...anyway, do you know why I called you in here?"

"No."

Broly got out of his chair and walked in front of his desk. He leaned on it and Bulma couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous body. He was the most muscular man she ever saw, and he use to be a personal trainer before he started working there. He wore black jeans and a blue shirt and his blonde hair was practically the brightest thing in the room. (A/N: Srry guys if I messed your visual up of Broly. I just want him to be a blonde in this story. He looks better in his Super Saiyan form. ^_^)

He reached off his desk and grabbed a folder. "Well, since I wasn't here on the first day of school, I had to attend a School Board meeting and they want you to teach Honors Human Anatomy and Physiology." Bulma gasped. "What? Me? Why me? I only teach freshmen and sophomores. I possibly can't move up that quick in the science industry. Why?"

"Well, since your father is none other than Dr. Briefs himself, they thought you should teach something a little higher. It might be a great experience for you and who knows you might enjoy. It's just for this semester and if you do a good job then they'll let you keep it."

"Oh, okay. When do I start?"

"Next class period. Today."

The door opened up and Goku, Vegeta, and Chichi walked in. Broly opened up a folder and began taking papers out. "Watsup Broly?" Goku asked and lifted a hand up to high-five him. When Broly just glared at him, he quickly dropped his hand back down to his side. "Okay, I need to finish this paper work

so I'll be brief. Chichi, you have to give your class that new packet I sent you. Just print it out and have them finish it by next Thursday." He looked in Goku's direction.

"You have to teach Honors Trigonometry and Pre-Calculus." Goku's eyes widen.

"WHAT? I don't even think I have that type of degree! I can barely teach Pre-Algebra how am I suppose to teach that to seniors? You can't be serious Broly!" Broly looked down at a sheet of paper and responded without looking up.

"Like I said to Bulma, the School Board is trying something new, they want to switch it all up for some odd reason. Its just for this semester so don't get scared you fool." He looked back up. "Its some sort of test. I don't know why though." He then turned to Vegeta. "There's nothing important to say but the School Board is very proud of your performance since the first day of school. They want you to keep up the good work."

Broly stood up and walked over and sat back down in his computer chair. He turned his computer on and right when they were leaving he said, "I hope you all remember the Pep Rally we are having today." That caused the four of them to stop. Goku said, "Aww! Come on! Its today?"

Broly nodded and began typing. "Yep, its fourth period and after that you have to teach your new classes. I'll see you guys at the Pep Rally. Now get out of my office." The four walked out and began walking down the hallway when they heard Launch say, "Yo! Broly! You got a phone call!" It was blonde Launch, she must've sneezed when they were in his office.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Your momma!"

Goku and Bulma snickered while Chichi just sighed. 18 approached them with 17 beside her. "Have you guys seen Piccolo?" She asked and Chichi answered her. "He's the football coach, he must be in the gym somewhere, why?"

"Oh, I need to know if I should line my cheerleaders up early or should I wait for him."

"Cheerleaders?" Vegeta asked.

"Yes, Vegeta. Just because 18 is the librarian doesn't mean she can't be the cheerleading coach." Bulma stated.

Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes. Since it was third period, the only who had to teach a class was Krillin. So the others decided to go to the teachers lounge to hang out till the Pep Rally. Bulma sat down at a table next to Chichi and 18, while Goku, Vegeta, and 17 sat next to each other. Goku was eating as usual and the others just munched on some thing.

"So Bulma, what happened with Trunks?" 17 asked as he took a chip from his bag. Bulma frowned and her eyes quickly darted over to Vegeta. He had his phone out and didn't even bother looking up at her. "Well, the boy got suspended from school for a week."

"Isn't his suspension over?"

"Yeah, it was over yesterday and he went back today. I swear he just does things without thinking."

"Who does that remind you of?" Vegeta commented but Bulma ignored him.

"Goten told me that it took five teachers to pull him off the kid. Poor boy. Isn't he still in the hospital?" Chichi asked and Bulma nodded.

"Well, I gotta go check my mailbox. Bye people." 17 stood up and walked out with a bag of chips in his hand. Vegeta smirked. "I just got a text from Stacey. She said something funny." Goku raised a brow.

"Who's Stacey?"

The door to the teacher's lounge opened up and in walked Stacey Nightshadow. Gwendolyn Nightshadow's mother. She had long black hair and green eyes. Her figure looked like an hour glass. She wore pink skinny jeans and a purple tube top that matched her eye shadow. She had bright pink lipstick and wore black sandals. She walked right over to Vegeta and almost knocked Goku out of his seat.

"Move. I want to sit next to Vegeta." Goku obeyed and caught the look Chichi was giving him which said: Oh-no-not-this-stupid-bimbo-again-lets-just-get-out-of-here-before-she-starts-talking-to-us. They both nodded, stood, and left out of the lounge leaving Bulma, Vegeta, and 18 alone with the woman.

The reason why nobody like Stacey was because she was single.

When she is single, men run from her. She got a divorce about two years ago, and since then she's been known to flirt with every man in her sight. Even the new male teachers. Most of the women there disliked her because she would flirt with their husbands right in front of them. Some say she is so desperate for a man she even tries to hook up with her students. No one known's if its true or not.

Bulma for one thing did not like her one bit. Once, when Yamcha dropped a package off at the school Stacey saw him and tried to ask him out. If Bulma didn't intervene he probably would've said yes. She didn't speak to him for four days because of that incident. Now, Stacey found a new man as her 'bait' and she usually doesn't stop until she gets him. That's why no one likes her.

"Did you get my text?" She asked and scooted closer to him. To Bulma's surprise, he didn't push her away. He's ENJOYING her next to him like that. You can't be serious. Vegeta nodded and smirked. "It was very funny." He stated plainly.

Stacey looked forward and said something that made Bulma want to jump over the table and beat her. "Why'd ya guys get divorced? I bet it was Bulma's fault."

Vegeta jumped from her sudden question and anger surged through him. 18 noticed this and quickly said, "Um, maybe you shouldn't ask them that. Its really personal and if they wanted you to know they would've told you."

"I only asked." She whined. "Tell ya what, I'll tell you why I got a divorce. I cheated. There, plain and simple. Now you guys tell me." Bulma and Vegeta didn't answer her. If 18 didn't know better, she could've sworn Bulma was about a cry. "Forget I said anything, Vegeta do you mind if call you Veggie? I think it sounds cute."

"Only one person is allowed to call me that and that's Bulma when we were married. You CAN'T call me that."

Stacey just shrugged. Bulma had been quiet for five minutes before saying, "Don't you have a class to teach Stacey?"

"What? Oh, no of course not. Since I teach English in the morning around seven, I don't have to teach until noon. So that gives me one more hour for a break. By the way Bulma, I love your outfit, don't you agree Vegeta?"

Vegeta's eyes wandered over to Bulma. She wore a black tank top with a denim jacket over it. With it, she wore navy blue jeans and knee high black boots. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she wore pink lip gloss. Vegeta just nodded and Stacey said, "But mine's better."

"At least I dress more like a teacher than a ." Bulma muttered. Luckily, Stacey didn't hear her but 18 did. Bulma just picked up her cup and began taking sips from it. Meanwhile, Stacey kept snuggling closer to Vegeta. "Soooo, Vegeta. Do you want to go see that movie called The Last Exorcism? I heard it was scary."

"I don't get scared at the movies like the rest of you morons." With that, Vegeta stood, and left out of the room. Stacey looked at Bulma and shrugged. The three women got up and walked out of the room in opposite directions. Bulma walked down the long hallway until she spotted Vegeta leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

"Vegeta, are you going to go with Stacey to the movies?" She asked nervously. Why am I nervous? Why do I even care?

"I dunno. Why? You shouldn't even care." He responded. He does have a point.

"I just want to know. She can be a pest at some times."

"And?"

"Look, I'm just looking out for you."

"Well, don't. In fact, I might as well say yes to go."

"What? Why? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and got off the wall. He turned on his heel and walked away. Before he was out of earshot he said, "Live your life Bulma, and I'll live mine."

A/N: WOW! So did you like that? Will Vegeta really go? Or is he just doing this to make Bulma jealous? If you want to figure out what happens next, then if I were you I'll push that little button that saids "Review". I'm sorry for not adding Gohan/Videl in this chapter. Don't worry they'll be in the next!