First Day at a New School

Adjusting my uniform once again while I looked in the mirror, I took in my looks for my new life.

Tall - much taller than my last life. I must have been around 6'5" and I had the muscle to fill out the frame so I didn't look lanky. Though I didn't look overly bulky either. I had a perfect balance, I guess?

As you'd expect from the Saiyan wish, I had black hair and black eyes, and while I guess I looked handsome, it was definitely a more rogue-ish, wild handsome, when compared to the typical prince charming. But I liked it. I had tan skin, similar in color to what Broly's was in the latest movie.

Ah, and I didn't have a Tail. I assume that was them nerfing my pick a little. Either that or they preemptively removed it because they knew I probably would have.

Oh well, I'm sure I can still access the Ikari State like Broly.

Anyway, I walked to the doorway before slipping on some shoes, doing as much as I could to not break them. You see, right now my strength was a little out of control. For me, at least.

Every action that I tried to do with what I perceived to be 'normal' strength, ended up breaking everything around me. Simple steps left indents on the floor, pulling the handle on the door to my bedroom led to my bedroom door no longer being on its hinges. While it was annoying...it was also thrilling.

When I stopped to feel it, I could feel this source of overflowing strength. Like the power in my muscles was enough to rend metal and crush rock into fine powder...and that was just the physical strength. When I dug into my head to look for Vegeta's memories on Ki, I realized that I could already sense it.

And that's when I felt the unholy amount inside of myself.

Though I couldn't see it, I knew it was green in color. The kind of green reserved for radioactive - bright, neon green. It was like an ocean of green energy inside of me and the energy was just nourishing me constantly, allowing me to channel even more Ki. It was like a cycle of sorts. I felt a deep burning in my heart as I thought about training, about gaining strength--

About fighting.

An itch I never knew before was deep inside every strand of muscle, every gram of bone--every goddamn fiber of my being--eating away at me. The urge to fight. To destroy my opponent. The urge to stand victorious.

Man, no wonder the Saiyans are always fighting. It's like an itch you've gotta itch but all over your body.

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes, a fierce glint in them.

I'd soon find someone I could fight, and I couldn't help but smile and bask in the feeling of excitement. How long had it been since I'd felt such pure excitement?

Picking up my bag, I opened the door carefully before walking on my way to school. I had potential fights to look for after all.

. . .

Walking into the school was a tense thing. I wasn't nervous per se - my new instincts wouldn't allow me to be - but I was cautious because if I was a betting man...I most likely wasn't the only Avatar in the school, and right now, I was showing myself off to them.

I stood straight but somehow kept my appearance lax, like a Lion who was lazing about on a rock - even if it was lying down, you could tell it was still dangerous despite it looking like a big cat stretching in the sun.

Right now, I was trying to come across like that. I needed to instill deterrence into the other Avatars.

And my Saiyan blood knew of only one way for that: Look strong. Look like the biggest and baddest motherfucker these guys have ever seen.

The result? Most of the student body was taking glances at me. At my height, at the obvious muscle mass I had but most of all, the fierce, almost animal-like eyes I had.

Though I did see a select few people who didn't even pay attention to me. A smile split across my face, but it looked twisted and filled with savage excitement:

Strong people.

One such person actually turned toward me and tilted her head.

Her black hair was slightly messy and went all the way down to her knees. Her slightly blank black eyes just stared at me before fully turned her body toward me and walked over. She was incredibly beautiful and I could see that her body was toned and athletic but also had feminine curves, but I ignored that for now - I could feel her strength and my blood burned for the first fight of this life.

I knew who this was. Amou Kirukiru, a deranged psychopath who was also a martial arts prodigy. Uechi-Ryu Karate is what she practices, and with the world she's in now, I can only assume that she's much stronger than she was in the Anime.

Most people would be scared such a girl was walking toward them, but I'm not 'most people', am I?

Filled with vigor, I walked to meet the girl.

Despite being tall for her age, she was still overshadowed by my massive frame. Though this didn't intimidate her like it did most people, she just looked at me in admiration.

"What a truly wonderful body you have," she started innocently enough, "What martial art do you practice? I would assume some form of Judo, no?" her blank eyes were sharpening as she looked at me, matching my own fierce eyes.

I knew this girl was pretty much insane - she would hurt people without blinking and she had an unusual desire to dominate people. She was also shown to pretty much be a Yandere. So, a crazy chick.

But I don't think I could be deterred from the possible fight, even if my opponent was completely deranged.

Shrugging my shoulders, I answered, "I don't really practice martial arts. I just like to fight and I've got a self-taught style*," I paused before looming over her a little, "That's why you came over though, right? To fight?" my words, though normal in volume, had a deep intensity to them which would intimidate most people. Not Amou Kirukiru, though.

(*A/N - This isn't exactly wrong. Vegeta taught himself how to fight and he has Vegeta's fighting style, so he doesn't practice any mainstream martial arts. It's more like basic moves that have been refined for years - each punch is still a punch and each kick is still a kick, there's nothing special or mystical about it.)

"Well, technically, yes," she started with a small smile, "But I want to add some conditions. If I win, you'll become an underling for me, if you win, I'll follow one request of yours," she confidently smiled at me and I returned such a smile with a derisive smirk.

Her mentioning me becoming her underling poked my pride a little and may have angered me.

"Pretty confident of you, no? I could ask for something unpleasant for you, no?" posing this question I just shrugged, realizing this was a fight I wanted, "Whatever. When do you want to fight?"

She went into a thinking pose, presumably to think about when would be best. When she didn't reply after a while, I felt myself getting a bit impatient so I went to walk passed her, knowing she'd come and get me or attack me when she wanted to fight.

But an arm grabbed mine and squeezed very tightly, like an iron vice around my wrist. I was sure I could break from it, but I could also tell that this girl wasn't trying her best at the moment.

"Don't you dare walk away from me," she calmly spoke but the bloodlust in it was very surprising - who thought such a beautiful girl could release such bloodlust? Even if I did know who she was, this kind of bloodlust was rare even with people who'd killed a lot of people. I wonder...how many people has this girl killed?

But I still ignored her and just continued walking. She tried her best to stop me but how could the strength of a human, no matter how well trained, beat the raw power of a Saiyan? Especially a Legendary Super Saiyan like me. Though I didn't feel like dozens of men were pulling me back with thick metal chains.

Feeling this strength, I couldn't wait to fight her and see her use this strength with her techniques.

It will be so much fun.

Smirking viciously, I turned my head to look at the annoyed face of Amou, "Why don't you go bother someone else until you make up your mind on the time for our fight? Maybe Nomura Fudou or someone else? I've got a class to get to, and as a transfer student," I stared her down, "I don't want to make a bad first impression."

She stopped trying to hold me back, her face deadpan but her eyes alight with complex feelings, mainly hatred, and anger, but I ignored her and just walked away, her hand letting go of my wrist.

I guess now she'll come at me even harder, huh? Brilliant.

Smiling, I got on my way to my first class. Or rather, I had to get to homeroom. On the way, I noticed more stares like Amou's and despite my excitement for fights, I knew there was a time and a place, and that wasn't right now.

Finally arriving at my classroom, 2-A, I knocked on the door before waiting for a response.

From the memories in my head, I was in the General Class. Why was it called that? Because there were multiple different 'Elite' classes. Cooking, Music, Sports, Martial Arts, things like this had Elite Classes full of the best the school had to offer. Why was I in the General Class? To avoid attention I suppose. I wasn't going to be low-key or anything but I wasn't going to go around displaying that I was an Avatar of a God.

As I was coming to the end of this thought process the door opened to show my teacher, a rather beautiful woman I recognized, who walked out to speak with me, closing the door behind her.

"Ah, you must be Hayato Tsugami, it's nice to meet you. I'll be your homeroom teacher and your teacher for Modern Japanese Language," she bowed which I reciprocated, despite how much it annoyed me to bow to what I saw as a normal Human. Unaware to my annoyance, the teacher went on to introduce herself fully, "You may call me Hiratsuka-sensei, okay, Tsugami-kun?"

Nodding to her, she smiled before turning around and opening the class door again before walking in. I heard her announce to the class that there was a new transfer student before she called me in.

Knowing I pretty much wouldn't have anyone worthy of fighting in this class, I just walked in before turning to the class and introducing myself.

"Hello, my name's Hayato Tsugami, it's nice to meet you all," I bowed slightly, again, ignoring the annoyance building, "It's nice to meet you all."

Once I finished what I had to do, I looked to Hiratsuka who pointed to a chair near the back, in between a blonde chick and a cold-faced black-haired girl. Both of which surprised me with their appearance in this class.

Shouldn't they be in at least one of the elite classes?

Ignoring this thought, I sat down on the seat before putting my bag down next to it. Before I could even get comfortable, the blonde girl reached out her hand to me, which I noted to be extremely fragile and delicate looking, before flashing a very bright smile my way.

"Hi! My name's Kaori Miyazono, it's nice to meet you, Tsugami-san!" her cheeriness practically poured out of her mouth, making me feel like I was talking to a human battery with how energetic she was. But I wasn't impolite, I still reached out and shook her hand along with a nod of greeting or whatever. Though she didn't seem to see as she was marveling at how much bigger my hand was to hers, "Woah! You're like a giant, Tsugami-san! Do you practice martial arts? Because I think you could be good with such a big frame!"

Hearing her, I felt a laugh escape my throat to my own surprise if anything, but I chalked it up as this girl have an aura that put others at ease.

Bringing my hand back, I shook my head with a smile, "There's more to fighting than just being bigger and stronger than your opponent. Sure, it helps, but skill is also indispensable," I leaned into my chair, the wood and metal creaking a little under my weight, "I was born big, so I guess my size now is normal," I threw in a lie for the sake of it, knowing that my 6'5" frame couldn't have come out of nowhere, at least from a human's point of view.

Before Kaori could reply, the black-haired girl on the right side of me spoke out with a voice of condescension, "So you've always been a big brute? Well done. Please focus on the lesson instead of distracting the class with your idle chatter," she paused for a moment before adding, "I feel sorry for your mother if you truly were born big."

This seemed like a mean-hearted comment but when I remembered who it was coming from, I could only smirk.

"I feel sorry for her as well," I laughed lightly at this, remembering my mother back in my first life. Suddenly I felt a little empty, and the girls seemed to notice that, so Kaori focused on something else and the black-haired girl, Yukino Yukinoshita just looked at me for a few more seconds before looking to the front of the classroom.

I pushed through my thoughts and resolved myself to live my new life without regrets. But before I did that, I had to wonder...how was my mother taking my death back on my Earth? I hope she's okay.

Shaking my head and digging my nails into my palm, I focused on the registry Hiratsuka-sensei was doing. Though all that was on my mind was my fight with Amou.

But because of that, I didn't see the gaze of a certain girl looking at me with a slight madness to her eyes.