Author's Note: Thank you to all who reviewed! I hope you're enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing. So without further ado, on with the fic.

Disclaimer: My lawyers and I are working on purchasing the rights for InuYasha and Dragonball Z...So far, neither have responded to are bids.

There was no way to describe today, other than to say it sucked. All their sunshine and hot weather seemed to disappear as quickly as pizza goes at a Fraternity house. Since early this morning, it had been raining...more of a drizzle but rain none the less, which made practice unbearable today. It wasn't even lunch time yet and everyone was ready to throw in the towel. On the field, Piccolo walked around, seemingly not bothered by the rain as he put everyone in their spots for the first chart of Carmina Burana. No one was at attention and every ten minutes or so, the drum majors would have to remind them.

" Alright. " Piccolo's voice echoed out of the bull horn he was holding. " We're going to foward march 48, mark time 16, foward march 8. All to a drum cadence and then Seventeen will give you the cue to begin playing. Let's try it from there. "

" GET THERE! "

" GET THERE!" Several seniors ran past the others who were dragging their feet.

" GET THERE! "

Various seniors and upper classmen yelled this as everyone ran back to their spots. Some taking their sweet time seeing as this day plained sucked to them. As everyone fell into place, the drum major and field commanders began to quiet everyone down. Seventeen's voice could be heard as the murmurs died away.

" Everyone you're in parade rest. " There was a pause before he blew his whistle in one short blast. " Band, A-TEN-HUT! "

" UN-Two! " Came the clipped but loud reply as in two swift movements, the band members stood at attention. Their chins up, shoulders back, chest out, instruments in carriage position and their feet at a forty five degree angle with the heels touching. The field commanders and drum major themselves marched out to the middle of the field and then gave three claps for the percussion to begin playing.

Dut...dut...dut...digga dut...dut...dut...

The band marched foward to their positions on the field with the Color Guard bringing up the rear. Unlike the rest of the band in straight lines, they were arched along the back. And as the band came up in playing position, they took their position to begin the routine to Carmina Burana one. Unfortunately, the rain made it very difficult for them to actually do any real flag movements. Through out the entire song their silks remained tangled and one more than once they dropped their flags. But it wasn't just color guard, the entire band seemed to be sucking out loud today. These words echoed Piccolo's thoughts as he stood atop the tower watching the band.

" Stop. " He called in a clipped and annoyed voice. " Everyone bring it in. " There was an audible sigh of relief from the entire band as they trudged foward to the tower, surrounding it in a semi circle. Everyone's morale seemed to be running on low this morning. " We're going to break early. I expect everyone to be ready and prepared after lunch to do some work. I don't care if its raining or if the sun is beating down on you. We ARE going to finish this chart today, I'll rehearse you all the way through your dinner if you don't get your act together. " After wards the band was dismissed and everyone trudged miserably towards the dorms.

Well almost everyone, percussion could be seen lining up once more to march back to the dorms. Vegeta at the head of the line started off the cadence and they took the long way back.

" Man this sucks..." Grummbled InuYasha. His normally very well kept hair was matted down because of the rain and his clothes were equally soaked and uncomfortable. He had had just about enough of the tyrant who used too much hair gel.

" I know but you know how Vegeta is. He's a perfectionist...and if we look bad then he looks bad." Trunks commented from behind Inuyasha while still keeping the down beats with his bass drum.

" He ALREADY looks bad! "

" Less talking and more marching! " Vegeta said turning around now to walk them march. " Left, left, left...LEFT! How can you be a percussionist and not know how to count. " Vegeta stopped to watch them all march by. Making sure they roll stepped and that they were on the right foot. Pan passed by looking particularly beaten... She hated this. Maybe it was a mistake to join marching band. By now she had given up on marching and simply walked while trying her best to keep from dropping the cymbals in her hands. Her arms hurt like no other and her shoulders had knots in them thanks to Vegeta and his damned push ups.

" Stop. " He called after her while the rest marched on. " I won't tolerate lazy percussionists. I suggest you get it together after lunch or else you'll be put in pit. " Pan frowned, he didn't have to be so mean.

" At least I wouldn't have to be subject to your yelling. " She snapped and walked off in the opposite direction towards the dorms. Leaving Vegeta to catch up with the rest of the percussion.. Who did he think he was? By the time she reached her room, Bra was already there and changed in to dry clothes.

" You're back early... I didn't even see the other percussion leave. "

" That's because I left. I can't stand Vegeta anymore... I want to go home. " Pan sighed and plopped down onto the twin size bed. Kicking off her shoes in the process, her feet her and she was sure she had never been so tired in all her life.

" Well everyone hates Vegeta. Except for Bulma that is... but I don't know what she sees in him." Bra shrugged and continued to brush out her hair in front of the mirror.

" I don't know if I want to stick with this marching band thing... Maybe I should have joined Color Guard like you. "

" Sure if you don't mind the occasional gropes by Miroku. Besides... no offense Pan but you have no rhythm what so ever"

"Hey!" Pan chucked her pillow at Bra, hitting her square in the back of the head.

" What did I do?! "

Meanwhile, the percussion filed into the dorms while most of the band members had settled into a card game or two outside their dorms. Some simply sat and talked. A small group occupied the end of the hall near the stair well. Sango, Miroku, Gohan, Videl, Kouga and Erasa all sat playing a card game.

" Haha! Draw four! " Cried Sango in triumphant as Miroku was forced to take four more cards to his growing hand of cards. " I'm going to win and you're going to loose! " Miroku grummbled and wondered again what he saw in that girl. So maybe she had no clue of his intentions but anyone with eyes could see that. Unfortunately for our dear Miroku, Sango seemed to be blind to his feelings. Maybe the constant attempts at molesting her? Perhaps...

" Even if you beat me I love you still love me." He countered with a smirk and earned a sharp blow to his shoulder. " Oww...I'm sore you know... You try holding up a flag in attention all day."

" You forget I do. Suck it up you big baby.."

The two went on like that while the rest of the group seemed only interested in playing cards, even if it was Uno. It was a great deal better than being outside, and no one was looking foward to after lunch.

Goten, Rin and Shippou all sat practically sprawled out in the hallway in front of Goten and Shippou's room. They were all exhausted from just this morning and who knows what this afternoon would bring.

" I don't think I can move.." Complained Goten. Rin and Shippou grunted in agreement.

" At least we're not subject to Kikyou for the time being.." Rin said.

" True...especially if there are sectionals. I hate the ways she drills us. And she expects us to start memorizing the music already! Who does she think she is?! " Shippou said with a pout, arms crossed over his chest.

" She's section leader and a senior...That's who she is." Came Rin's reply.

" And I thought I had it bad with the trumpets. " Goten sighed. " All Kouga and Yamcha do is argue over the music. We don't get much work done and its beginning to show. I think Piccolo is going to start cracking down on all of us pretty soon. "

" We'll see..."

There were mixed groups of students heading towards the cafeteria. Wearing hoodies, jackets, and hats to keep the rain off of them. Trunks ran to catch up to Pan who trailed behind Bra and a group of freshmen. He was panting when he finally fell into step beside her, lavender hair askew from the rain.

" Hey..." He paused to suck in deep gulps of air. " What happened to you back there. " Immediately Pan frowned, casting a sideways glare at him from the corners of her eyes.

" Nothing... Vegeta is just an ass is all. "

" Yes we all know that but there has to be more to it than that. " Pan hesitated and walked on for the space of a few breaths before finally speaking.

" Basically he told me to shape up or ship out. And I'm thinking about shipping out of here... its not worth it. "

" Aw come Pan, its really not so bad. Besides its only your first year... and Vegeta is always hard like that. Not just on the freshmen but all the percussion. You've seen how much he gets on InuYasha haven't you? " Trunks didn't wait for an answer but went on to say. " I know this can be thoroughly frustrating...and this is only the beginning. The school year hasn't even started yet but trust me...once we get that One it'll all be worth it. I'll even help you out with your marching if you like. " Trunks smiled, one of his award winning smiles that always seemed to make every girl melt. Pan looked at him, and a timid smile spread across her features.

" Alright then... I'll stick it out. But I still wouldn't mind seeing Vegeta fall face first in the mud..." The two laughed all the way into the cafeteria with that picture.

At lunch, the seniors all sectioned off two large tables for them to sit at. Some even had their indentured servants for the week to bring them drinks or even food from the buffet line. Chi Chi sat beside Goku while he stuffed his face, and the food kept coming. Much to her dismay, he was too busy to hear a word she said so she turned to Bulma on her other side who was equally disgusted with the way her boyfriend ate.

" Do you suppose that their stomachs are actually bottomless pits? " Bulma suggest as she watched Vegeta shove large amounts of salad into his mouth followed by several bites of a hamburger.

" Maybe..but I just tried to distract Goku and he almost bit off my finger! " Bulma giggled however Chi Chi failed to see what was so funny.

" Let them be gluttons...We should get to work on the second chart tonight."

Lunch seemed to end all too quickly for them... However the good news was that it had stopped raining. Already the sun was beginning to peak from behind the dull grey clouds. Things were already beginning to look a little brighter. And with renewed spirits, the band collected on the field once more to get back to work.

End A/N: What do you think? Heh, I know sort of a filler chapter but I thought it was a good way to get to know more of the characters. You know the drill...hit that review button and tell me how much you loved it! ...or flame me. ;; Whatever works for you. Hehe, its four AM so you better at least like me. I'm outtie for now.

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