A girl about fifteen years old with long emerald green hair stared up at the imposing building in front of her. The lady beside her with the straight blue locks looked to be about in her mid twenties when in reality she was in her mid thirties.

"Alright, Piccolo," Bulma said as she took hold of Piccolo's wrist and marched her through the door to the front office. "I've put you in as Daimao Pine at fifteen years old. I requested that you'd be put into Gohan's class. Classes run with the students staying in one room well the teachers switch. Only in PE will you be leaving the class."

Bulma stopped in front of the door to the Principles office and looked Piccolo up and down. "If your so adamant in wearing that gi could you at least change the coloring? Gohan is going to get suspicious. And no cape! That would really get him thinking."

Piccolo sighed as she snapped her fingers while Bulma shielded her from anyone's view. Her gi turned a dark forest green that complemented her hair and her red sash turned into an electric blue that attracted the eye. "Is this good?" she humphed as she folded her arms over her chest.

Bulma looked her up and down. "I guess I'd be asking to much for you to smile?"

Piccolo stared at her as if she was nuts.

"Yeah, I figured." With that Bulma dragged her into the Principles office, said, "Daimao," and left.

Piccolo was left on her own in front of the balding little fat man that sat in front of her, signing some paper. Finishing with a flick of his wrist, he looked up. "Ah, your that new transfer student, correct? The one Mrs. Briefs paid to be allowed in without the entrance exams?" Pic... I mean Pine nodded. "Alright, the intern outside will show you the classroom."

Pine nodded and left. Two steps into the office, a hand grabbed her wrist.

Instinct took over and with a jerk of her wrist she was free and spinning around so fast nobody saw it. She pulled her punch just in time before it actually connected. Pulling her fist back from the shocked face of the older girl, she hissed in a low whisper, "Never, EVER grab me."

"Ye...yeah," said the now shaking girl. After a moment she shook her head violently and looked up into Pine's eyes. "Ms. Daimao, please follow me." With that the girl turned around, paused briefly at an empty desk to pick two things up, and left, walking sedately down a corridor as a bell rang somewhere, making Pine wince and trying to cover her ears.

"That's the period bell. First periods just started. There's eight periods every day, according to your schedule, you have lunch during fifth period with the rest of your class outside in the court yard. Did you bring anything or should I put you down for the line?"

"What line?"

"Theirs a lunch line here. You take what you want out of the buffet and eat somewhere and put the tray back on the tray table once your done. The bill's sent to your guardian at the end of each month."

"Ah, put me on the line," Pine said, blushing slightly. She had figured out last night that being in a human body also meant having to eat. She had passed out in the living room of Capsule Corp around eight o'clock at night after an hour of hearing strange grumbling noises from her midriff area.

She was told later that she had been very lucky Trunks had been walking by the door when she had fallen to the floor over the spot where she had been meditating. Apparently some vital nutrients that this new body needed just never were in water, and since the only thing Piccolo had ever had for her whole life was water, her body had started to shut down under the lack of vital nutrients.

After Bulma had revived her she had been force feed her first meal. During the whole time she had constantly complained about the tastes, until she had been introduced to, what had Bulma called it, ah yes, white rice. It was bland and had tasted slightly of what she usually consumed. After she had eaten three bowls of the stuff, she had gotten a feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her start to slow down and eventually stop.

"Now, you wait right here for a moment," the intern said as they stopped right next to a door that looked to Pine like all the others that lined the hall. The older girl opened it and slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

Pine waited tensely, trying with all her might not to feel nervous as she crossed her arms across her chest again, trying her hardest to clear her mind. Pine winced again as she started hearing what humans called music coming from somewhere in the building, just close enough to make her grind her teeth in pain.

The door opened again, almost making the nameck turned girl jump. The intern was back, opening the door wide and exiting the room. "Go right in when the teacher calls your name. Here's your planner," she said as she handed Pine a small notebook. The older girl brushed past Pine and left down the hall. As she went around the corner, Pine's sensitive ears heard what the teacher inside said next with a dark baritone voice.

"Class, settle down. We have a new transfer student here today," the class erupted with calls of "What?" and "Another one?". Raising his voice above that of the students he continued, "Now please welcome Daimao Pine."

Pine inhaled briefly and walked into the room to stand next to the teacher. She watched as almost all the boys in the room leaned forward to get a good look at her. "Now, Ms. Daimao, please introduce yourself to the class."

Pine's anger started to boil. No one told her what to do. She crossed her arms over her chest and winced as her ears picked up an especially high shriek from some instrument she could hear through the walls of the room. "No," she growled out, standing still in the room with hr arms crossed.

The teacher frowned slightly at the pointy eared girl. "Come now, Pine," he chided lightly. "It's only polite to introduce yourself."

Pine smirked a little as she tried to ignore the sounds of the damn instruments she could hear as she turned to look the teacher in the eye, having to look down at him. "Why should I be polite?"

The teacher frowned openly now. This new kid was starting to get annoying. "Because you just should. Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?"

Pine's smirk widened as she rocked back onto the heels of her feet and looked up at the ceiling. Amazingly, she was having fun making this guy angry. "Hmm, kinda hard for dead people to teach a person manners, now, isn't it?"

A couple of the people in class giggled at this come back. NO ONE had ever been able to make Mr. Kutari turn this shade of red before. "Fine, if you don't want to introduce yourself, go take a seat behind Son Gohan over there," Mr. Kutari said, pointing his finger to the right of the class.

Piccolo smirked so wide that her fangs peeked out. Turning and looking straight into the middle of the back wall she started. "My name's Daimao Pine, I'm fifteen years old, and right now I'm living over at the Capsule Corp building with my Aunt Bulma Briefs and her family. I'm into fighting and hate school. Anyone thinking of touching me shall count himself or herself warned before hand. Touch me and be prepared to get the crap beat out of you." Piccolo smirked once more, showing off her fangs once again, and walked over and took her seat.

Piccolo felt a deep seated feel of satisfaction as she sat down in total silence. Even those damn instruments had stopped their annoying high pitched cacophony. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

Oh, how wrong she was...

--To be Continued.