A/N I've decided to do a Dragon Ball Z series. Staring from the freshman year and finishing when they have kids and it's a happy ending. They'll probably be about six stories maybe seven. Go onto my homepage to see the whole list of ideas I have now. Please enjoy and welcome to the start of an adventure – okay scratch that last bit, that sounded way too cheesy!
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ
Couples: ChiChixGoku BulmaxVegeta Krillenx18 LaunchxTien YamchaxMarron.
Well they will be the ending couples; there will be other couples obviously.
Chapter 1
"Nervous?"
A simple seven-letter word that was said so much on this day. A word that made people sweat and worry over nothing. For some reason, people were threatened by this tiny word. Some people just reacted by laughing and shaking their heads at the idea of nerves but were secretly terrified. Others half-heartedly shrugged as if they hadn't given it much thought but we're secretly thinking the worse scenario for anything. The final reaction was to nod shyly and bite your lip and worry in case they have the wrong sort of pencil.
Why would anyone be nervous? Well it was the first day of High School for so many around the world. The newly freshman were scared, nervous and trying to be brave but failing horribly. At Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs was doing just that.
"Oh don't be nervous!" Her dad fondly but an arm around his trembling daughter. "Eighteen will be there too. You shouldn't be nervous!"
"Who said I was nervous!" Bulma gulped for air. "Oh man, I think I'm going to have an heart-attack!" Bulma started pacing around the room. "I should leave now, I don't want to be late!" That was stupid because she'd woken up three hours earlier than she'd have had to and had been showered, dressed and eaten in about ten minutes so of course she had ages before she had to leave.
"Bulma!" Her mom gently took her hands and forced her to sit down. "You'll be okay, a lot of people experience this, and it's natural. Just think about happy things. You're favourite things maybe. Just… relax."
Bulma swallowed and nodded. "Okay! I'm fine. It's just… what if no one likes me? What if I drop my tray in the cafeteria? What if I walk into the boy's toilet instead of the girls? What if I…"
"Bulma." Her dad clamped a hand over her mouth. "You'll be fine. Just be yourself, people can't hate you for doing that! Make sure you're perfectly balanced when carrying your tray and make sure no one sticks out their leg and finally, just check on the door to see if it has the girl sign or the boy sign!"
"Oh dad. You don't know anything do you! If you want to fit in, you have to do cheerleading and laugh at things that aren't funny and talk and flick your hair and be loud and giggly and flirt with all the sporty guys and be pretty!"
"Bulma, I'm sure you're just imagining that. You've been watching too many movies!" Her mom shook her head. "Besides, you're beautiful and if those stories of yours are true about those popular girls, then you'll be fine!"
"Oh mother. You are so ignorant." Bulma muttered under her breath, making sure her mother didn't hear. These weren't silly little stories. This was real life. Make one little mistake and you could be classed as a loser forever, that's what Bulma thought anyway.
Eventually it was time to leave. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Her dad opened the car door for and mocked bowed but she wasn't in the mood to smile. She climbed in, clutching her bag with all her support. It didn't contain much, it was basically empty but she did have a few things in it.
"Don't be nervous." Her dad whispered, gently squeezing her shoulder. "You'll be fine!" He winked and she smiled and climbed out and he drove off leaving her outside the steps of the tall, looming building that would be her school for the next four years.
Bulma swallowed and took a step forward and smartly took a step to the side as a boy fell past her, just missing her. He crashed onto the ground with a thump and looked up in a daze. He was quite handsome in a weird sort of pretty-boy way. Bulma recognized him at once.
"Oh!" She spun around. "Eighteen!" Bulma waved a hand as the boy stumbled up, Bulma smiled. "Hey Seventeen, getting beat up by your sister already? Shameful." She was nearly knocked over herself as Eighteen flew at her and hugged her.
"HELP!" Eighteen whinged. "This place is horrible." She sighed and flicked back her blonde hair and linked arms with Bulma. "I hate it here." She dragged her up the steps as Seventeen complained bitterly. "Oh go cut your hair, you goon!" Eighteen snarled. "Just go find your own friends – oh wait you don't have any… oh well, have fun!"
Seventeen muttered something and stormed off. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Bully!" Eighteen just shrugged. Bulma winced as she opened the door and saw the sigh in front of her. Doors, stairs, lockers. How she had missed this. Not.
"Oh! Sorry!" A girl accidentally bumped into her as she walked past. She looked terrified. Bulma smiled and the girl took a deep breath. "I'm Launch, I'm just starting today, and you?" She swallowed.
"I'm Bulma, freshman too. This is Eighteen, my best friend." Bulma explained. "Don't be nervous, you'll be fine." Bulma hypocritically insisted. She was about to say something and stretched out her arms when she banged into a boy. "Oh! Sorry!"
The boy was about sixteen, very cute and very muscular. "No worries." He then blinked and noticed Bulma, he smiled. "Hey good-looking! I'm Charlie." He winked. "Popular. You come find me at lunch, you hear?" He then looked her up and down, smirked and walked away.
Eighteen squealed. "Oh my god! The cutest boy just asked you to sit with him! Wow!" She sort of skipped in the air. "Oh look! There are cheerleading trials tomorrow at lunch! We have to go! Imagine! Sitting with older, popular, cute boys and being a cheerleader!"
Bulma laughed and nudged her hip. "Calm down! We've only just got here for goodness sake. I think I WILL do the cheerleading trials tomorrow, all of us should! It'll be fun!"
A tall skinny, blonde girl walked up to her. "Excuse me, but that's total rubbish. You don't just get instant popular like that. Cheerleading trials are tough, Charlie just wants to get in your pants, so whatever. Don't kid yourself sweetie, it doesn't work like that."
"Mar, leave the kiddies alone." A boy leaning against the locker next to hers sniggered. "They're just newbies like you and me. They think that they're still at the sandpit." He sneered.
The girl burst with laughter. "You are so right, Yamcha. Some people just don't know how to grow up!" She flicked her hair out of her eyes and looked them up and down. "Christ, where did you get your clothes? A thrift store?"
Eighteen took a step forward. "For your information, her parents." She jerked a thumb at Bulma. "Own Capsule Corp, she's dead rich." She clicked her tongue. "So you watch your mouth."
"What's your excuse then?" The girl sniggered. "Sometimes I just know I'm the prettiest girl here!" She simpered. "Right Yamcha? Can you get me a table with the others at lunch?" She swivelled her eyes back round to the others. "Yamcha is a freshman too but he has contacts, plus his dad is the coach here and everyone just loves him. The seniors asked him to sit with them today, plus, the head cheerleader is dating his brother and his brother is the captain of the football team and Charlie is his best friend and captain of the soccer team!"
"Goody for you." Eighteen pretended to be excited. "I'm so jealous that I'm not sitting at the wannabe table!" She rolled her eyes. "Later!" She walked off, Bulma and Launch followed in silence.
"Wow! That was so cool how you stood up to Marron like that!" A girl with dark-hair appeared from nowhere. "I'm Chi-Chi! Nice to meet you!"
"I'm Bulma, this is Eighteen and Launch." Bulma pointed to each of them in turn. "So do you know anyone here?" The four girls walked down the corridor, searching for the place they had to be.
"Nope, just moved here – apparently 'just in time'." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. "I swear, parents are from a whole different generation." She hesitated. "Are any of you going out for the cheerleading trials?"
"Yeah." All three girls nodded. Bulma smiled at her. "Are you going to?" The girl was very slim and had dark hair and was quite tall, she would make a good cheerleader, not that Bulma was an expert but she had a quality about her.
"Probably. I'm good at gymnastics and stuff. Are you three?" For the rest of the morning, the girls chattered about summer and checked out the boys in their class. They were all in the same class and had some classes together.
English
"Okay, let me see…" Mr Dingle nibbled his lip. "You can sit where you like but it must be boy-girl." He decided then nodded and smiled. "Yeah I guess that works." He turned around. "I hate starting from scratch."
The boys stood on one side of the room and the girls stood on the other side, squaring each other up. A few people who knew each other sat down together including Marron and Yamcha. Seventeen smiled smugly and strode up to Bulma. "Come on, babe, you and me?"
"No thanks…" She quickly sat down at the first desk next to a moody-faced boy with crazy black hair. He looked a bit surprised but didn't say anything. Seventeen looked annoyed and then walked off in a huff.
"Hey… do you want to sit together?" A boy with messy, out of control hair smiled so warmly at Chi-Chi that her knees wobbled. "I'm Goku…"
"S-sure!" She nodded, her knees shaking as she slid into the desk behind Bulma and that other boy. "I-I-I'm Chi-Chi…" She smiled at him and he grinned and nodded.
"Awesome. I haven't seen you around before, what school did you go to before here? I went to Moon Rock Junior High. You?" Goku questioned. "I went with my best friend, Krillen." He nodded his head to a bald guy sitting behind them.
"Oh I went to a school miles away, I just moved here." She explained. "So I don't really know anyone properly yet. I've sort of made friends with Bulma, Eighteen and Launch."
"Can I sit here?" Eighteen glanced at the boy known as Krillen. "It's just that my friends are there, so…" She shrugged half-heartedly. Krillen nodded and Eighteen continued. "I'm Eighteen, who are you?"
"Me?" The boy squeaked. "I'm… uh…" He babbled, looking panicked. "My name is… is… uh…" He frowned, trying to think. "M-my name is… uh."
"Krillen." Goku swivelled round in his chair. "His name is Krillen. He gets a little shy sometimes." Goku smirked at Krillen who ducked his head and blushed furiously.
Eighteen grinned to herself and glanced forward to Launch who was in a deep conversation with a tall, bald boy. Launch smiled at the boy. "Tien! Honestly, I can't believe you did that!"
"Okay, let me see." Mr Dingle interrupted the general chatter as everyone was finally seated. "Welcome to my class, blah, blah, blah. I hope you find it very interesting and rules are like any other class, okay, everyone understand? Good, then lets begin. We're doing Shakespeare's sonnets, can anyone tell me what a sonnet is?" He glanced down at the list of all the kids in his class. "Lets see… Vegeta?"
Everyone looked around to see who that was and then the boy sitting next to Bulma sighed. "A sonnet is a like a poem, it has fourteen lines, each line has ten syllables and every other line rhymes and the last two lines both rhyme." He explained matter-of-factly. (There's a chunk of knowledge for you!)
"Right." The teacher nodded approvingly. "Well done. Great. Good explanation… now…" He continued the lesson and Bulma looked at Vegeta admiringly, she hadn't expected that answer, she had imagined a shrug and a 'don't know.'
"You must be pretty smart." Bulma whispered, smiling. He was kind of cute so she gave him her best smile, which she had been practicing. "Did you learn that at home or at school? Is one of your parents a professor or something?"
"It doesn't take a genius to know something." Vegeta muttered darkly. "It's just something that I know!" He rolled his eyes and muttered loudly. "Could this lesson be any more boring?"
The group sitting near Yamcha all laughed, respecting this boy who dared to be cheeky in the first lesson especially since he just gave such a good answer. Yamcha nodded. "Yeah! Damn right. Pretty pathetic for our first lesson!"
Mr Dingle blinked, looking a bit surprised and most of the girls felt sorry for him. "Well excuse me for trying to help you get a better job than at a fast-food restaurant!" He muttered. "Honestly."
"Well try to make it more interesting then!" Marron called out, which caused her supposed friends to giggle. Of course most of them just wanted to be popular and probably hated Marron.
"Anyone else who speaks will get a detention, now be quiet!" Mr Dingle snapped crossly and sat on his desk. "Now does anyone know any famous sonnets?"
Lunch
"Bulma!" Charlie smiled rushing over but still managing to look cool. "Come sit with me and my friends, your friends can come too, if they like." Charlie grabbed her hand and dragged her over. Eighteen, Chi-Chi and Launch followed.
Goku watched as he stood with Krillen, Tien and Vegeta who had somehow just appeared and was with them. "Oh, they're hanging out with the popular kids. Lucky them. I thought they could sit with us." Goku looked at Chi-Chi wistfully as she pulled an excited face at Eighteen.
"Yeah… well I guess we'll never see them again." Krillen sighed. "What a shame. That Yamcha was sitting near me last lesson and was going on about how popular Charlie Thorn was, I guess that's him."
"He just wants to manipulate Bulma." Vegeta leaned against the wall and randomly announced. "Some popular guys are okay but it's pretty obvious with him." He shrugged. "Oh well, that's her…"
"Hi Vegeta, want to sit with us?" Yamcha questioned as he and Marron walked past with all their cronies. "That was sweet how you said that in English." He looked at the three others boys. "I guess you can sit with us too." They all spread out on a couple of tables with some of the older kids.
Goku and Krillen exchanged glances but followed and slid into the table next to Charlie's and all his friends. Bulma was nibbling on some fries and laughing as Charlie said something and the other three girls were engrossed in conversation with some of his friends.
"Hey Yamcha. Where's your brother." Charlie glanced over at Yamcha who was talking to Goku. "Is he with Hannah?" Goku had learned that Hannah was the head-cheerleader and worshiped by many throughout the school.
"I guess." Yamcha shrugged. "Maybe he…" Yamcha never got to continue as the door burst open and an extremely good-looking boy strode in. He had thick black hair and wide eyes and an amazing body and face. Every female freshman's mouth fell open and all the male freshmen looked at him enviously. Next to him was a very pretty blond girl with wide blue eyes and a figure to die for, this time the boy's were in awe and the girls were jealous.
"Hey, Carlo, dude!" Charlie high-fived him and winked at Hannah. "So how are you man, I saved you two a seat." He nodded at the table and the three sat down together.
"I'm good." He then cleared his throat and turned on his seat so everyone on the three tables were looking at him. "Listen, I'm having a party this Friday. A back-to-school party." He smirked. "Anyway, my parents are going away – obviously. Like I'd have a party with them there!" A lot of people laughed. "Anyway, around seven, just tell your parents that my parents will be there or that you're staying at your friends, whatever. Okay. Good. Oh and you can all bring a friend if you like." He then continued to eat.
"Sweet!" Bulma whispered, clutching Chi-Chi. "What if we get through the cheerleading trials tomorrow? We'll be cheerleaders, going to popular parties and hanging around with popular boys! This is like a dream come true!" She sighed. "What can go wrong?"
The End.
Well, of the chapter.
Whatever.
Anyway, I live in England by the way so I'm sorry if I got any of the American School system wrong.
Please review, it'll mean a lot to me!