After a long while of Street Racing, I'm taking a small break and writing this high school fic about Cabba. It'll probably take me until the end of summer, maybe more maybe less.

Note - This is not a racing fic. He is mostly doing legal stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Super

Italics is Music/Radio

"Italics in Quotations is thought"

Flashback:

"I'm going to transfer to high school?" Cabba asked. "Yes, your grades have been off the charts this year. Your power level far exceeds the required amount, I see no reason why you shouldn't be moving up in the world." His old principal said. "I know, but, I'm already a month and a half into school!" Cabba exclaimed. "With your intelligence and power level, you should be able to catch up easily." The principal replied. "Do well, I'll be wishing for your success." "I'll try." Cabba replied. (End flashback)

Cabba approached the school with butterflies in his stomach. "Oh no, these kids are giants! How am I gonna survive?!" Cabba thought, gulping. He walked down the hallway and into the principal's office. "Hello sir, I'm Cabba Senshu, I just transferred." Cabba greeted. "Ahh. Your the one who came straight from 8th grade, am I correct?" the principal asked. "Yes sir." "Very well, here's your schedule. Be quick, class starts very soon." The principal handed him a sheet of paper with his classes on it. "Arigatou." Cabba thanked him before tearing down the almost empty hall, students mostly in their classrooms. He checked his schedule, he had language first. Cabba grabbed his books from his already stocked locker and tore down the hall.