Hope you enjoy this story, my mom actually gave me the first basic idea, I call it the first draft of the story, I asked her for an idea of what to write and she gave me the basic of a plot, and I came up with this, I get to write about a character other than the saiyans too, it's a nice change. I actually started it a couple years back, and have many of the chapters written down in a book. I'll just have to type up the chapters and you'll have it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, it's a bit of a new plot, and I find it interesting, it's not all about the saiyans for once, and there is very few stories that really involve Chichi as a main character. :D This was incredibly fun to write and incredibly interesting, especially since Chichi is living with her mother and not her father. You never got to meet her mother, so it's pretty interesting to picture a story like this xD

They're all humans too, kinda the classic 'highschool story' of these guys. Just centers around Chichi xD

I'm only fifteen, I have black hair that goes down to my shoulders and bangs across my forehead, over my dark black eyes. My mother was barely 30, but we didn't get along very well, and that's because of one thing specifically-

"Hun, where's all the beer I bought?" She called from the kitchen downstairs

"You drank it all, mom," I stressed out her name sarcastically, but she ignored it, and went outside to buy more beer. She's been like this ever since dad died. My dad was a construction worker, huge 7 foot guy too, he died in an accident, he was crushed by a piece of cement. It's heart breaking to even think about. That was about 5 years ago though, sure I cried and I still get sad about it when I think about it, it's hard to except, but my mom's never been the same. I start school tomorrow, I should go to bed...

I wake up on my math book, I was studying and making sure I'm not gonna be behind when school starts. I woke up because of a loud door slamming downstairs, my front door, I guess mom's back. I walk downstairs to see the damage myself. People would say my mom looks like me, if that's so, she's a very very drunk version of me.

"Stupid, Cab driver.." I hear my mom slur

"Cab driver?" I question, "What happened to the car?"

"Stupid car cut me off," I hear my mother slur in response, basically explaining the entire situation to me in that short explanation, that many people would have to question for more answers.

"Oh," I say, but I know it was my mothers fault, she probably caused the accident. I just walk upstairs before I explode into a fit toward her, trying to clear my mind.

"Oh, dad." I cried, "Why can't you be here for me? Why did you have to die so soon?!" I questioned in tears, pressing my head into my pillow. Once I again I somehow manage to cry myself to sleep.
"Chichi, hun, wake up, you gotta get to school," My mother shakes me awake. There she goes acting all sweet again.

"Huh?" My eyes ease open, 'At least she still remembers to wake me up for school,' I conclude to myself. My eyes automatically flicker over to my clock, it was flashing, 7:30, school started at 8:00. "Why didn't you wake me up at 7:00 at least?!" I questioned angrily. I get up and started pulling on cloths out of my dresser and getting ready at super speed.

"Well, hun, you've been studying so much I thought you deserve a little more sleep." She told me sweetly. Although I have to admit it was surprising she even knew that about me, however I say nothing else to her.

I grab all my stuff and gobble down a piece of toast real quick. When I'm about to run out of the house I hear my mother, "Slow down sweet heart, I'll give you a ride." She told me.

"HAH!" I laugh out loud at her, "Maybe if you didn't crash last night," I stated, every word stinging her like venom. "I need money for lunch." I remembered and grabbed all the cash she had left in her wallet, which was only like ten dollars, then I grab the credit card too,
"What do you think your doing?" She questioned me.

"I'd be better off holding onto the money." I scolded her confidently, putting the credit card and cash in my pocket, "I'll go grocery shopping on my way back too," I decided and raced my way out the door and to school before I became late for homeroom. Hopefully I would make it.

It seems luck was on my side today, I got to homeroom in the nick of time, as soon as I made it in my seat the bell rang. I started breathing hard and everything, 'I should try out for track,' I joked around with myself in my head.

"Great, we got class with the town freak," A boy with spiky black hair, at least a mile high and onyx black eyes, told his friends, motioning over to me, as if I couldn't hear him.

My fists clenched angrily, but I reminded myself there was no way that would help the situation, so I unclenched them and took a deep breath and decided to ignore them.

Then all of a sudden in a flash, a girl with shoulder length blond hair stood up and socked the guy in the face, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor. She spit on the floor next him and brushed her hair behind her ear, her bright blue eyes glaring threateningly.

"What the hells your problem 18?" The boy accused, standing up and clenching his fists.

"What's your problem?" She questioned back, "This girl was only trying to be a good honored student, and get to class on time, you don't know her reasons for needing to rush. You could learn something from her! You're lucky I don't put you in the hospital, nobody needs all your bad insults running through there head!"

"18, Vegeta, Both of you to the principals office," The teacher, Mr. Hendrickson, ordered of them, "And it's barely the first day."

"Fine," They both muttered in unison, 18 came over to me first though, "Are you okay?"
"Um..." I don't really know what to say, so I just nod, I've never had someone stick up for me like that.
"18!" The teacher threatened.

18 looked back just as threatening as when she was looking at the boy, this time toward to the teacher, "I'm comin'!" She informed and turned to me one more time with a smile and winked, "Stay strong girl, high schools almost overs," She encouraged and walked out the door with the boy she was fighting with, and they both started there walk toward the principal. Obviously she didn't know I was a freshman, it is kinda hard to tell when I'm in an AP Geometry class. Still, that was very kind of her to stick up for me, I'm still a little flustered by the whole situation.

That was the first time anyone had ever, even tried to stick up for me. Although, she's probably not even gonna remember me tomorrow, so I shouldn't get my hopes up. As soon as she gets to know me, she'll realize she doesn't like me. I let out an exasperated sigh and listen to the teacher.

Later in my cooking class, there was the CUTEST boy ever in there, but it seemed he was only in that class for the free food, but still, he was SO cute! He seemed very lovable, like he could befriend anyone! He had onyx eyes just like me, but they were full of love and warmth, they were SO comfortable to stare into. Although I burnt my eggs, so I should probably keep my eyes away from his while cooking. He also has black hair like me, but his hair is so much nicer, spiked in every direction. Even when he messed up his meal he still ate it, then he would beg for some of everyone else's dish, he sure ate a lot. I could sure come up with some creative day dreams about that hunk, but... then I would always wake up to burning food, and that would only burn away my dreams of straight A's. I gotta stay focused.

I stopped by the grocery store, like I told my mother I would, and picked up some things that we needed. After I bought it, I took the grocery cart home with me, I know I'm not supposed to, but I got to get all these grocery's home somehow. As soon as I get home I park the cart in front of the house and go back and forth unloading. When I'm done I move the cart away from the house and behind a tree, someone always seems to find it and does something with it, so whatever. Then I got up to my room to do homework.

Soon, my mother comes home, a little drunk, probably got some free booze at a bar from guys, whatever, better than her spending all our money. "Hun, I need the credit card." My mother stated as she entered my room.

"Why?" I questioned, being the adult of the house since she won't.

"Just give it to me." She demanded.

"No," I told her simply and turned my attention back to my homework.

"Excuse me young lady?" She questioned, trying to take back her calling as the mother.

"Ground me all you want, I don't want you wasting all our money on booze." I explained, closing my eyes to not lose my temper, trying to stay calm. My fists clench, but I keep them at my sides, I don't think I mentioned this, but I'm a black belt at karate, although, I don't really like violence. My dad was set on me learning to defend myself against boys.

My mother is obviously getting angry too, she doesn't control herself though, she grabs the credit card from my pocket, luckily I managed to get the other end of the card, "I am your mom, and that is MY credit card!" She yelled tugging and tugging for it.

"I don't want you wasting our money!" I yelled at her, finally snapping, I tripped her onto the ground, and was about to stomp my foot on her, I was a little relieved that she caught my foot and pushed me on the ground, she's still my mom, and I'd hate to hurt her too bad. Although, I still can't control my anger and I Karate chop her arm in anger. It all just happened so fast, I barely remember all of my mothers attacks, not to mention mine. But she did manage to get the credit card. I know that because she got up and slammed my bedroom door, and a few minutes later, I heard the front door get slammed.

I just lay there, I don't even have the strength to get up, I start weeping to myself, soon caressing my self to sleep.