A/U: I am aware of all the several amounts of DBZ high school stories there are however, I like to add my own flavor to the mix so I hope you enjoy in spite of all that. This was made for an author I adore and hopefully he/she likes it. Natalya you may want to look into her awesome stories, If you're a yaoi fan that is. She gave me a good slice of advice that allowed me to write this story for all of you so if you don't review for me at least do it for her/him. Love Missy Madness.
Title: Welcome to the Jungle Chapter 1: Hell's Gift - High School.
Rated: T
Summary: Vegeta, Bulma, Goku, Krillin, and Chi-Chi are facing problems all their own. And the only way anything can be solved is if they stick together (Multiple DBZ Character appearances) Warning: *some yaoi*don't like don't read. Along with B/V, G/CC, k/18, and multiple other couples. Canon and non.
Mr. Prince this, Mr. Prince that, it was never ending… Vegeta's entire day was spent with teachers trying to get him to send a good review to his father. If you were to do the comparison between a step stone and Vegeta there wasn't much of a difference.
Now he knew why he never attended a public school in the first place. The school food was horrid not to mention small, the women were both self consumed and flew to every guy they saw, and the fact that everyone in school treated him like an alien wasn't so great to stomach either.
But I guess that's why the following things happened.
(With Bulma)
"Alright people, get to moving. This science fair isn't going to win itself you know." she ordered clutching a ruler for emphasis. She sighed deeply.
"Hey Bulma! Check this out!" Goku exclaimed holding a spoon on his nose. Bulma looked over "Hmm?" The girls surrounding the all too adored quarterback swooned at his innocence as Bulma puked at it.
"Goku can you at least pretend to try for once; honestly I help out with your football games and stuff and all I ask is for you to do is help me out a bit. Okay?" Goku chuckled rubbing the back of his neck as the spoon clanged and clattered to the ground which one of the girls picked up in an instant.
"Go easy on him B he's just having some fun." Yamcha soothed, but to no avail he was barked at instead. "Go easy! Oh of course your highness I'll go easy on the biggest project of my life!" she fumed as she through her arms up in anger which ultimately brought everyone around to a halt.
"Ooh I know how about we all just give up completely and let everyone have some fun and stick spoons on our noses. That'll be okay. Better yet, let's all not call our girlfriends and go against everything she stands for!" Bulma shouted she then covered her eyes with her hand, "Everyone just go home I've got it from here."
Yamcha shook his head "B look I-."
"Ba ba!" she interrupted, "Just go I'll feel better in the morning I just need to rest a bit."
With that the group took that as the cue to venture out into the world of hormonally induced teenagers as Bulma stood working on something of greater importance to both her and her deceased grandfather.
There she stood all alone in that gym as the echo of her sneakers squeaking against the floor kept her company.
She swiped a hand towel from the bleachers and began to wipe down her newest creation. "I'll never get this done in time for tomorrow, maybe Yamcha's right maybe I should just give up." she then took the towel and wiped her own forehead.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't know how you feel." spoke a voice from behind her.
She turned and a smile grew across her face "Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked. He had his hands dug in his lab coat pockets when he planted a toothy grin on his face.
"Your grandfather would be so proud of you Bulma dear." Bulma smiled weakly her disappointment eating away of any sign of hope.
"I strongly doubt that, I mean look, this hardly shows any sign of super intelligence dad."
Her father hooked an arm around her she still had her hand pointed over to the pathetic excuse for a science project when he turned her away from it. "You know what I see?"
Bulma sighed "A beautiful sign of perseverance." she filled in for him.
"No." he paused and laughed "Well yes, but what I also see. Is someone who works way too hard and hardly gives herself any credit once so ever. Your grandfather was a genius because he failed not because he won."
Bulma sighed again "Well I guess I'll be amazing cause I'm failing."
Mr. Brief's laughed a hearty laugh "Alright come with me darling, we're going to take your mind off of this and go get some iced cream. What do you say?" he asked.
She smiled "Yeah I guess so but I will get this finished."
"Yeah, yeah."
(With Vegeta)
This school was quite large he had to admit, and it pleased academically, but it lacked many things like a person with a big enough brain to do this school any justice but like always he guessed he'd have to play the big boy and do it all himself.
That's when he stumbled along a sign posted against one of the bulletin boards that read,
Hello faculty and students, Tomorrow we'd like to present a display of academically gifted children and their science fair projects. Make sure to drop on by and check out what our school has to offer.
Vegeta stood and scoffed "Display of gifted children, yeah right."
And that's where he saw it, there in the gym big and tall and a sight to behold.
He slowly inched his way into the gym to get a closer look at it and he was sure he would have never believed it if he wasn't seeing it first hand.
He dragged a hand along it's service "What beauty, this has to be it, there's only one like it in the world and someone here managed to, to copy his work in such accuracy how bizarre." he mused it wasn't like him to get worked up over such a piece of machinery but this wasn't just any piece of machinery it was his life's research.
A Space capsule.
(With Krillin)
"Hey egg head make sure to wipe my locker better today, or it's your ass!" shouted one of the many football players. There he sat hands in knees scrubbing what was left over of the brownies he had spent so much time making. "You know is it too much to ask for them to do some laundry?" Krillin seethed picking up the sweat soaked clothing of his 'teammates' he picked each one up as if it were a dirty tissue. "Filthy, rotten, spoiled…" he growled.
He sat down after he had scrubbed each and every locked in that room and for once it smelt somewhat human and not like some shaggy dog came in their and started to shake. But he knew it wouldn't last long all good things didn't last long it was just how life worked.
It was his fault for getting so consumed in with being noticed for being wanted even if it was for his money and look where he was now and who was there to blame; sure Maron but when it narrowed down to it, it was really all his fault he had this coming and he knew it.
(With Chi-Chi)
It was then did Andre swoop Camille into his arms and bring her in for a breath taking kiss one that would send him and her down a road of hardships but it was alright because they had each other…
Chi-Chi let out a long sigh that brought her chest out like a bird. To think too people could find love so easily and she had spent her last six years of school searching for the one.
And freshman year she found him, the one. They were friends as children and it was fun while it lasted. But all great things come to an end. It was when she got back did she see him again. Goku.
It was humiliating to remember it. She came happy and all smiles she liked changes and this was the ultimate place for change she'd be school valedictorian she'd surpass all her classmates. And no one or nothing would stand in her way.
With this she was certain. And then like she got hit by a car she saw him walking with that familiar and refreshing smile on his face as he walked down the hall completely unaware of any hardships the world faced.
He was Goku he was optimistic and selfless and that's what made him so intriguing so different.
When they were kids the competition was no where close to what it was now. Sure when he was younger he wasn't tan , tall, muscular, or anything of that sort he was all man and he was up for grabs.
And Chi-Chi didn't hold a candle to half the girls who stood beside him gawking and giggling and making utter fools of themselves.
Sometimes secretly Chi-Chi would find herself thinking of what it would be like if she changed, if she followed him, if she got to touch him. What kind of girl would she be for him.
And even though it sickened her to think it, she was willing to be anything for him. And that's where she was wrong.
(With Goku)
He filled in with the crowd as always but even though apart of the crowd he stood out, he was quarterback and that alone made him different, loved, envied.
But as oblivious as ever he figured everyone had there own troubles that had nothing to do with him whatsoever and that too set him apart.
There was so many things he wanted to do even if he wasn't mentally capable. Sports had been the only thing in this world that made Goku belong and that suited him ad that's what he enjoyed.
But a part of him, a rather big part I may add wanted to indulge in much bigger things.
His coach Cell would say that Goku only felt that way because he never did those things and that football could quite possibly be the only thing that allowed him to stand along with everyone.
Goku took that as "Yay more friends and people to meet and be a team."
And Cell meant "Kid you're dumber than a bag of rocks just stick with what your good at."
Either way it made no difference Goku was popular and being so real friends didn't come easy.
A/N Hello again this is Missy Madness I hope you decide to review it would mean a lot to me. This story revolves around multiple characters and have multiple plot points unlike most high school stories there will be friendship humor romance and drama like a regular day high school.
Title: Welcome to the Jungle Chapter 1: Hell's Gift - High School.
Rated: T
Summary: Vegeta, Bulma, Goku, Krillin, and Chi-Chi are facing problems all their own. And the only way anything can be solved is if they stick together (Multiple DBZ Character appearances) Warning: *some yaoi*don't like don't read. Along with B/V, G/CC, k/18, and multiple other couples. Canon and non.
Mr. Prince this, Mr. Prince that, it was never ending… Vegeta's entire day was spent with teachers trying to get him to send a good review to his father. If you were to do the comparison between a step stone and Vegeta there wasn't much of a difference.
Now he knew why he never attended a public school in the first place. The school food was horrid not to mention small, the women were both self consumed and flew to every guy they saw, and the fact that everyone in school treated him like an alien wasn't so great to stomach either.
But I guess that's why the following things happened.
(With Bulma)
"Alright people, get to moving. This science fair isn't going to win itself you know." she ordered clutching a ruler for emphasis. She sighed deeply.
"Hey Bulma! Check this out!" Goku exclaimed holding a spoon on his nose. Bulma looked over "Hmm?" The girls surrounding the all too adored quarterback swooned at his innocence as Bulma puked at it.
"Goku can you at least pretend to try for once; honestly I help out with your football games and stuff and all I ask is for you to do is help me out a bit. Okay?" Goku chuckled rubbing the back of his neck as the spoon clanged and clattered to the ground which one of the girls picked up in an instant.
"Go easy on him B he's just having some fun." Yamcha soothed, but to no avail he was barked at instead. "Go easy! Oh of course your highness I'll go easy on the biggest project of my life!" she fumed as she through her arms up in anger which ultimately brought everyone around to a halt.
"Ooh I know how about we all just give up completely and let everyone have some fun and stick spoons on our noses. That'll be okay. Better yet, let's all not call our girlfriends and go against everything she stands for!" Bulma shouted she then covered her eyes with her hand, "Everyone just go home I've got it from here."
Yamcha shook his head "B look I-."
"Ba ba!" she interrupted, "Just go I'll feel better in the morning I just need to rest a bit."
With that the group took that as the cue to venture out into the world of hormonally induced teenagers as Bulma stood working on something of greater importance to both her and her deceased grandfather.
There she stood all alone in that gym as the echo of her sneakers squeaking against the floor kept her company.
She swiped a hand towel from the bleachers and began to wipe down her newest creation. "I'll never get this done in time for tomorrow, maybe Yamcha's right maybe I should just give up." she then took the towel and wiped her own forehead.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't know how you feel." spoke a voice from behind her.
She turned and a smile grew across her face "Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked. He had his hands dug in his lab coat pockets when he planted a toothy grin on his face.
"Your grandfather would be so proud of you Bulma dear." Bulma smiled weakly her disappointment eating away of any sign of hope.
"I strongly doubt that, I mean look, this hardly shows any sign of super intelligence dad."
Her father hooked an arm around her she still had her hand pointed over to the pathetic excuse for a science project when he turned her away from it. "You know what I see?"
Bulma sighed "A beautiful sign of perseverance." she filled in for him.
"No." he paused and laughed "Well yes, but what I also see. Is someone who works way too hard and hardly gives herself any credit once so ever. Your grandfather was a genius because he failed not because he won."
Bulma sighed again "Well I guess I'll be amazing cause I'm failing."
Mr. Brief's laughed a hearty laugh "Alright come with me darling, we're going to take your mind off of this and go get some iced cream. What do you say?" he asked.
She smiled "Yeah I guess so but I will get this finished."
"Yeah, yeah."
(With Vegeta)
This school was quite large he had to admit, and it pleased academically, but it lacked many things like a person with a big enough brain to do this school any justice but like always he guessed he'd have to play the big boy and do it all himself.
That's when he stumbled along a sign posted against one of the bulletin boards that read,
Hello faculty and students, Tomorrow we'd like to present a display of academically gifted children and their science fair projects. Make sure to drop on by and check out what our school has to offer.
Vegeta stood and scoffed "Display of gifted children, yeah right."
And that's where he saw it, there in the gym big and tall and a sight to behold.
He slowly inched his way into the gym to get a closer look at it and he was sure he would have never believed it if he wasn't seeing it first hand.
He dragged a hand along it's service "What beauty, this has to be it, there's only one like it in the world and someone here managed to, to copy his work in such accuracy how bizarre." he mused it wasn't like him to get worked up over such a piece of machinery but this wasn't just any piece of machinery it was his life's research.
A Space capsule.
(With Krillin)
"Hey egg head make sure to wipe my locker better today, or it's your ass!" shouted one of the many football players. There he sat hands in knees scrubbing what was left over of the brownies he had spent so much time making. "You know is it too much to ask for them to do some laundry?" Krillin seethed picking up the sweat soaked clothing of his 'teammates' he picked each one up as if it were a dirty tissue. "Filthy, rotten, spoiled…" he growled.
He sat down after he had scrubbed each and every locked in that room and for once it smelt somewhat human and not like some shaggy dog came in their and started to shake. But he knew it wouldn't last long all good things didn't last long it was just how life worked.
It was his fault for getting so consumed in with being noticed for being wanted even if it was for his money and look where he was now and who was there to blame; sure Maron but when it narrowed down to it, it was really all his fault he had this coming and he knew it.
(With Chi-Chi)
It was then did Andre swoop Camille into his arms and bring her in for a breath taking kiss one that would send him and her down a road of hardships but it was alright because they had each other…
Chi-Chi let out a long sigh that brought her chest out like a bird. To think too people could find love so easily and she had spent her last six years of school searching for the one.
And freshman year she found him, the one. They were friends as children and it was fun while it lasted. But all great things come to an end. It was when she got back did she see him again. Goku.
It was humiliating to remember it. She came happy and all smiles she liked changes and this was the ultimate place for change she'd be school valedictorian she'd surpass all her classmates. And no one or nothing would stand in her way.
With this she was certain. And then like she got hit by a car she saw him walking with that familiar and refreshing smile on his face as he walked down the hall completely unaware of any hardships the world faced.
He was Goku he was optimistic and selfless and that's what made him so intriguing so different.
When they were kids the competition was no where close to what it was now. Sure when he was younger he wasn't tan , tall, muscular, or anything of that sort he was all man and he was up for grabs.
And Chi-Chi didn't hold a candle to half the girls who stood beside him gawking and giggling and making utter fools of themselves.
Sometimes secretly Chi-Chi would find herself thinking of what it would be like if she changed, if she followed him, if she got to touch him. What kind of girl would she be for him.
And even though it sickened her to think it, she was willing to be anything for him. And that's where she was wrong.
(With Goku)
He filled in with the crowd as always but even though apart of the crowd he stood out, he was quarterback and that alone made him different, loved, envied.
But as oblivious as ever he figured everyone had there own troubles that had nothing to do with him whatsoever and that too set him apart.
There was so many things he wanted to do even if he wasn't mentally capable. Sports had been the only thing in this world that made Goku belong and that suited him ad that's what he enjoyed.
But a part of him, a rather big part I may add wanted to indulge in much bigger things.
His coach Cell would say that Goku only felt that way because he never did those things and that football could quite possibly be the only thing that allowed him to stand along with everyone.
Goku took that as "Yay more friends and people to meet and be a team."
And Cell meant "Kid you're dumber than a bag of rocks just stick with what your good at."
Either way it made no difference Goku was popular and being so real friends didn't come easy.
A/N Hello again this is Missy Madness I hope you decide to review it would mean a lot to me. This story revolves around multiple characters and have multiple plot points unlike most high school stories there will be friendship humor romance and drama like a regular day high school.
