- Perfect!

It was their first day of school. During the last week, Bulma had filled him so he'd catch up a little with the many years he'd missed of school. A least, he still remembered how to read, write and count...

- In fact, today we only get our schedule, locket, books and stuff like that. Real school begins tomorrow! How do I look?

She turned on herself, her skirt revealing some more of her thighs. Yamcha blushed, nodded in approbal as she fixed the ribbon of her ponytail.

- Wonderful, he said, bringing more joy on her face.
- Let's go now.

She caught his hand and held it as they walked out of the huge building her home was. Bulma's air bike popped out of its capsule, they jumped on it, the young girl as the driver and soon disappeared at the corner of the street.

Puar sighed and left the window of his bedroom. He'd hoped Yamcha would at least wave him good bye...

- Hi Bulma!
- Miss Brief! Hello!
- Yo, babe!

Bulma politely waved her hand around, smiling proudly as pretty much everyone greeted her as she walking through the school's hall, closely followed by Yamcha. She stopped by a group of adults in tie and suit.

- Hi, Mr. Meeley, she said nicely, grabbing her boyfriend's arm.
- Miss Brief! exclaimed the taller man. We were wondering if our genius would ever arrive.
- I was put late by Yamcha, sorry! He's new, so...

Yamcha gave her a stupefied look. "Late because of me?! It took her an hour just to chose what she'd wear!" But he didn't say a word.

- Well, I'll see you in class, she told the others, probably teachers. Let's get our schedule, Yamcha.

She pulled him to a table where piles of sheets were being dug by a few students, under the cold supervision of a strict looking woman. Bulma casually saluted her and started looking for her and Yamcha's schedules. This one stayed behind, feeling useless. He was admiring the ceiling's color (he was also bored) when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned his head to the person.

It was an incredibly gorgeous girl, smiling at him warmly.

For the first time in weeks, Yamcha felt his legs changing into cotton and heard a volcano of panic erupting not too far.

- Hi, said the beauty, pushing her long raven hair behind her shoulder. I'm Dolby. You are...?
- Huh... I... My... Yamcha...

She shook his sweaty hand, like she didn't notice the strange blue coloration of his face.

- You're a new student, right? Because I never saw you before and I couldn't forget such a cute guy...
- I... It... Huh...

He was about to run away, or to plain faint, when Bulma smacked a sheet of paper on his chest, violently.

- Come with me, baka, we must get our books!

She pulled him by the ear, since he wasn't able to walk, let go a scary growl when Dolby giggled and winked at Yamcha.

Once out of the hall and alone in a corridor, Yamcha regained his composure, though remained a bit lost.

- How could you?! screamed Bulma, slapping his cheek. On the first day here!
- What have I done?!
- YOU WERE HITTING ON THAT GIRL!
- I WAS?!?

His surprise was so true and huge that she fell over in the classic anime way.

- Bulma... You know I can't help it... Don't be mad, I wouldn't cheat on you in three hundreds years!

The young girl sighed. She perfectly knew that.

- Sorry... But when I see you like that... With such a girl... I... I can't control myself...

She bit her bottom lip, looking down. Soon enough he hugged her tightly.

- It's ok, he said. Just know that I love you, and only you.
- I know...

He and kissed her softly. She kissed him back happily, glad she'd found such a perfect guy.

- Hmm... We only have physical education together, concluded Bulma after comparing their respective schedule.

Yamcha pouted and gave a look at hers. He'd chosen easy classes and didn't exactly plan on working his ass off at school, and was curious to know what her semester would be like.

His eyes widened as he read ADVANCED before every single class name.

- Huh... It's...
- Yeah, don't seem like a though year for me.

He paled when he realized she was serious, but then remembered she'd built a detector of Dragon Balls and a few other genius things. So he just smiled.

Since they both had useless class in the morning (advanced maths and geology, who needs them?), Bulma and Yamcha only arrived at school for the second period; physical education. They could have skipped it as well, but it promised too much of fun.

- Hello kids. Nice too see Miss Brief deigned joining us this year.

Bulma grinned. She had already told Yamcha that she hadn't gone to any of those class in two years.

- Today, we'll do some soccer, announced the teacher after the usual and repetitive welcome-back-to-school speech. Please divide the group in three teams...

Bulma immediately picked the best players in her team, as well as Yamcha. "No girl with us, no problem" she thought as playfully messing with his hair.

The first match opposed them and another team mainly composed of girls, to Yamcha's despair.

- Just focus on the ball and send it into that big goal without using your hands, ordered his girlfriend.

Yamcha nodded, hoping nothing would go wrong. He looked at the ball, decided to follow Bulma's advice and started running after it. He wasn't exactly pushing, but soon realized he was running much faster than everybody. As he kicked into the ball, he wondered if there was any worthy fighter in this school. As he followed the ball to make sure it wouldn't hurt anyone before it reached the goal, he remembered Goku and the thrill of fighting him. "I hope I see him soon!"

- GOAL!!

He immobilized, smiled proudly at the group.

He then realized they were all staring at him and blank expressions, Bulma included. He sweat dropped.

- What is it?
- The game started less than a minute ago! exclaimed a boy on the bench.
- You're fast, commented the teacher, more than impressed.
- Thanks...

"I wasn't going that fast!" He noticed his team mates' angry eyes. Not only that freak had taken Bulma from them, but he was also fast and good player! Judging by his muscles, he was probably strong as well...

Yamcha felt hated, as he tried to ignore the admiring looks from the girls. For the rest of the game, he just jogged with the running group, carefully not touching the ball.

- Hey, Bulma?

The young girl buckled her belt, staring at a little group of giggling girls as waiting for them to talk.

- Yamcha... Is he really your boyfriend?
- Yes, she answered with a frown. Why?
- Because he's so cute...
- And fast!
- And cute!
- And sweet!
- And nice!
- And cute!
- Stop saying that!
- ...that we couldn't believe he'd go out with a girl like you.

Bulma shut the door of her locker angrily. She quickly tied up her hair and faced the group, fire in her eyes.

- Well he does! He loves me very much and you better not do anything to try stealing him from me! Understood?!

Without waiting for an answer, she left the changing room and rushed out of the school. The Hell with mechanic class, she was probably better than the teacher anyway.

- DAD!!!

Dr. Brief jumped of surprise. The magazine he was holding fell on the floor and his hands grabbed a tiny hammer nervously.

- Yes? he smiled at his daughter, not even thinking she should be at school.
- You have to use your influence so Yamcha and I are in the same classes! Or I put a bomb in the school and you know I can do it!!

She immediately left the lab and a minute later, a door was slammed shut.

Dr. Brief sighed, took back his magazine and returned to his more or less intellectual lecture.

It was probably a nightmare. It had to be one.

Yamcha couldn't pass the door of his home economic class. It was full of girls. No guy. None at all.

But someone pushed him into the class, laughing lightly.

- Yamcha, isn't it?

He recognized Dolby and could barely stop himself from running away screaming at the view of her tightly fitting dress.

- Tell me... Are you really Bulma Brief's boyfriend?

Suddenly every single girl in the class was staring at him in disbelief.

- Well, yeah, he said, holding onto the idea they would now forget about him.
- How can you be with such a... A... With her?
- Huh? She... She's nice and funny and smart and... Pretty...

The girls shook their heads.

- She's snob!
- And slutty!
- She's a bitch!
- She's a teacher sucker...
- And has the temper of an harpy!

Yamcha blinked as they all shouted random insults. "Ok, she can be scary and violent but... She's not that bad!"

- Well I still love her, he finally said, shrugging.

Silence. Then they all "awww"ed him and he noticed a little bit of pity in their voice. But he didn't care. He did love Bulma and it was the only important thing.


Bulma sighed. She had been about to step into the class to drag Yamcha to the principal's office so he'd get a new schedule, when Dolby had asked him how he could be with her. His answer, and the way he ended her bashing, made her heart melt. He did love her... "I love you to." she mentally told him.

She decided to not change him of classes and headed to her mechanic lesson, happily whistling. She didn't care the girls hated her and hit on Yamcha; he wouldn't even dare cheating on her. She just knew it now.


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