Disclaimer-Don't own it. I don't own Start the Fire by No Doubt either.
Summary: All her life Bulma has been a nerd, even though all her friends are popular. This tale is of her struggle for acceptance. But she soon realizes the popular life is not what she expected. Behind closed doors are eating disorders, adultery, back stabbing, over protective brothers, neglecting fathers, anxiety attacks, and the threat of losing those you care about.
Flamez of Doom-Hope ya'll like this. Go easy on me. This is my first fic.
Beautiful in Blue
Bulma walked up to the teacher's desk. Mr. Taylor glanced up at her. "Sorry I can't answer any questions for the test."
"I'm done, sir."
He blinked in surprise. "You finished 110 questions in 5 minutes?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's excellent!" He took the paper
Bulma beamed on her way back to her seat. Everyone glared evilly at her. She had finished the test when they where on number two AND she made them look bad. All of her classmate's looks went unnoticed as she pulled out her novel and began reading.
She had to keep pushing up her glasses. It was really irritating. Bulma had begged and pleaded with her mom to let her wear contacts but she kept saying she was too young. The young genius loathed her glasses. There where the thick kind that made your eyes look three times bigger than they really are. But she couldn't see a thing without them so she had to wear them.
Bulma sifted in her seat. She always felt uncomfortable sitting in school desks, she could barely fit into them. It was her opinion that they made them entirely too small. It was ridiculous really, you had to be a size two to fit into them.
She gazed over the top of her book at Jennifer and Brittany. They were definitely a size 2. They were the two girls that all the guys wanted to date. Jennifer had flaming red hair and bright green eyes. Brittany had smoky brown hair and clear blue eyes. Yeah, guys threw themselves at them. It was disgusting, using your body to get what you want. Damn, she wished she was them. Guys didn't find her very attractive. She had long discolored hair, it was blue, which freaked out a lot of people. Bulma was a geeky, overweight, outcast. Sure she had friends but she always felt that everyone else separated her, placing her into a category.
Welcome to Rejectville, Japan. Population: 1
Bulma sighed and stared into space. She even felt like she was an outcast at home. When people came to tour Capsule Corp., she wasn't allowed to speak to them. When people put the Briefs family on the cover of magazines, she was never in the picture. When businessmen came to check the progress of her inventions, she was not invited to the meetings. It was as if her hideousness would put C.C. to shame and they would no longer be prosperous. She doubted if most people even knew she was related to them. Sure they knew the last name Briefs but they never made the connection.
Bulma looked at the clock wondering how much more time she had left in the period. Unlike most teens, she hated it when she had free time. She always kept herself busy so that she would have to think about how shitty her life is. She let her eyes wander aimlessly around the room, for what felt like years, until the bell rang.
Next period was Study Hall, the period she liked the least. For one thing it was all the way in hall E which was on the other side of the building, on the forth floor. By the time she got there, she was late and out of breath. Climbing four flights of stairs is no joke, it sucked up all of her energy for the day.
Bulma rested in the doorway of the library to catch her breath before walking in. "Sorry I'm late."
"That's okay Miss Briefs, take a seat."
Bulma sat down at her usual place in the corner. She was just about to start her French homework when two shadows fell onto the wooden table.
Jennifer cleared her throat. "Me and Brittany were having trouble with our French homework and we were wondering if you could help us out."
"Sure, what are you having trouble with?"
"Everything."
"Well I guess I could explain it to you."
"Well you see that may take a long time, so why don't you just do it and well study it."
"I don't know-"
Brittany patted her on the back. "Thanks we knew you would help." They turned and left.
Bulma shrugged. It wasn't like it would take her long to finish it. She was helping them learn, they said they would study. They needed to pass French. If they got anything lower than a B on their report card they couldn't be cheerleaders anymore. What the school do without their top two cheerleaders? The football and basketball teams would lose their morale, the pep rally would no longer be peppy, and the parades would be.well you get the picture. If she helped them out then she would be doing the whole school a favor. Yeah. See doing this work was the right thing to do.
Bulma finished quickly and put the work on their table. They had disappeared somewhere and she knew they would get the work when they came back. "Mr. James, may I go to the restroom?"
"Sure thing, Miss Briefs."
Bulma stood outside the door, calculating where the closest restroom was located. She turned left and went down the hall. The young genius had a lot on her mind. If Jennifer and Brittany passed French with an A maybe they would start being nice to her. Not that she didn't have any friends. She and her friends made a group called the Z senshi. The Z senshi was made up of some of the most popular kids in school, excluding Bulma. She wasn't exactly sure why they hung out with her, she being an outcast and all, but they seemed sincere. They never asked her for money or for her to do their work for them.
She walked into the first stall and was about to pull down her pants when someone came in.
"Can you believe that, Brit?" It was Jennifer's voice.
"I know, did you see how hopeful she looked when you talked to her, it was pathetic."
"Yeah that Bulma Briefs is such a loser."
"Did you see what she was wearing?"
"Those high waters!"
"She was flooding the whole damn school! And when she raised her hand in class and her shirt lifted up."
"All I could see was rolls!"
"She had no business wearing those tight jeans. I don't know how that cow ever fit into them."
"She probably invented something to help her in them."
Jennifer let out a high pitched laugh. "I certain wouldn't surprise me. Let's go and see if the cow finished our work."
Bulma waited until she didn't hear their footsteps before she started crying. This is what they thought of her. Those mean and hateful words is how they felt. Bulma flushed the toilet to drown out her wails of anguish. She usually waited until she was at home to cry. When she cried, she would hiccup, her stomach hurt, her nose was red, her eyes where bloodshot. She was always a mess.
-- You really know how to bring me down --
When her wails slowed to sniffles, she staggered over to the mirror and tried to fix her disheveled appearance before leaving. Bulma looked at her watch. It was almost time for lunch. She might as well just skip the rest of study hall and go straight to the cafeteria. Bulma walked over to the Z senshi's usual table. All of her friends where already sitting there, they usually skipped 5th period so that they could get a good spot in the lunch lines.
There was Juuhachigou, everyone calls her 18, a tough punk chick with a quick temper. She always stood up for Bulma. Whenever someone picked on her 18 would beat them up. She was the only girl in the history of Orange Star High to ever join the wrestling team. Her favorite subject is PE because she gets to whoop all the guy's asses in every sport known to man.
Next to her was Chichi, a rich daughter of the famous Ox King. She was always stressing about some paper being due or a test that was coming up. She was like the mother of group, calling to make sure they weren't running late for school or completed their homework. Chi's favorite class was Home Economics because she loved to cook. She was a sweet person but you really didn't want to piss her off, because when she got mad she was worse than 18.
Sitting across from 18 was Krillin, a bald joker with height issues. He is always cracking on someone about something. Krillin always gets detention for starting class disturbances He is an average student that really could care less about his grades. His favorite part of the day is lunch so that he can quote "get away from the bitchy teachers". He had a crush on 18 since the third grade but she didn't know.
Then was Chichi's boyfriend Goku. His real name was Kakarot but no one could pronounce it right except for Vegeta so they just called him his middle name. He was goofy and a little slow at times but that's what everyone loved about him. Goku was the strongest boy in school but was too kind to fight anyone. His mother died when he was really young, and now lives with his father Bardock, his grandfather Gohan and his brother Radditz. His favorite class was Home Ec. because of the food.
Beside him was Vegeta, the loner/rebel with out a cause. He is always getting into fights for no reason. He is the strongest guy after Goku, not that he would ever admit it. His best friend/ rival was Goku but he would not admit the best friend part. All the girls throw themselves at him, he rarely had a girlfriend for a week. He is way smarter than he lets on. He usually skips most of the school year. His favorite subject is PE because its quote "the only class worth my time".
Next to him was Juunanagou, more commonly known as 17. He is 18 twin brother, they look exactly alike except he has black hair and she has blonde hair. The girls memorize his schedule and follow him around. He can usually be found in the restroom, hiding from his fan club. He doesn't like Krillin because he's always fawning over his sister. His favorite class is Tech Ed because he gets to play with the propane torch.
Then was Yamcha, the reliable man whore. He swears he's a pimp and can get any woman he wants. He doesn't usually have girlfriends only one night stands. His hobby is stealing other guy's girlfriends. He makes bets with some other guys to see how long he can get some chick in the bed. He is mostly a good friend and is there when you need him. He is dependable except when it came to relationships. (So basically if you're a female RUN FAR, FAR AWAY!!!!) His favorite class is PE because he likes to watch the girls play volleyball. Bulma has had a crush on him for years but he's too busy chasing skirts to notice her.
Bulma took her usual seat next to Chichi. "Hey."
18 whispered behind her hand. "Are you ok 'cause you look like shit."
"Gee thanks for the complement."
"Naw fo' real though."
"Well."
"Come on you can tell me." Hesitantly, Bulma told her what happened. 18 stood up, cracking her knuckles. "I kill 'em."
"No 18 don't make a scene it will only make it worse!"
"I can't let them get away with it."
Chichi nodded. "Yeah I have to agree with 18."
Vegeta snorted. "Let the woman fight her own battles."
Chichi's eyes narrowed. "Shut Vegeta, no one asked you."
Bulma tugged 18 back into her seat. "Please don't start anything over me. Please?"
"Okay."
"Good." Bulma stood up. "Now let's get something to eat."
Goku jumped up. "Now you're talking!" He hurried over to the lunch line.
After everyone got their food they all sat down. Bulma eat most of her food, excluding her fries. She was trying out this no carb diet. It wasn't working so far but maybe she just couldn't notice any results. Vegeta reached over and took her fries.
"Hey I wanted those you bastard!"
He snorted. "If you wanted them you would have ate them by now."
Damn she hated it when he was right. "How the hell do you know I wasn't saving them for later?!"
"Because I know!"
"You inconsiderate, egotistical, arrogant, son of bitch! I want those fries dammit!"
--The army of words is in me-
"Stop bitching and take them back then!"
"Not after your hands have been on them! We all know you don't wash your hands and you probably were digging up your ass!"
"You would know about asses, since you spend most of your time kissing the teacher's!"
"At least I don't sleep with them!"
"You must have me confused with Yamcha!"
Yamcha frowned. "HEY!"
They both turned to him. "Shut the fuck up!"
Bulma poked Vegeta in the chest. "The next time you want some of my shit then you have you ask you jackass! Keep the damn fries!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. She had just yelled at him for taking some food that she didn't really want. He and Bulma had a strange relationship. They absolutely detested each other and they loved to verbally bash each other. They would argue at any and every opportunity. But if anything happened to them they would always stick by them. Yes, it was a very strange relationship indeed.
Just then Jennifer and Brittany walked by their table. 18 stuck out her foot, causing them to trip. Jennifer landed face first into her green jello and Brittany's spaghetti was all over her shirt. The whole cafeteria went silent.
Jennifer wiped some jello off her face. "You little bitch you did that on purpose!"
"Yeah and?"
"You are so lucky we're in school right now or I'd so kick your ass."
"Aw little Miss Jen is afraid she'll get in trouble."
"That's not it-"
Chichi put her hand on her shoulder. "Just shut up while you're ahead."
Brittany pulled some spaghetti out of her collar. "Come on Jen let's go, we'll deal with these losers later." They stuck their noses in the air and stomped away.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Bulma turned to 18. "I told you not to start anything over me."
"I didn't start it 'cause of you, I started it 'cause they were pissing."
"And how did they do that?"
"I suddenly found that girls named Jennifer and Brittany piss me off."
Bulma shook her head and laughed. "What are we gonna do with you?"
"Tell me what a great friend I am."
Chichi snorted. "She'd be lying."
18 rolled her eyes and hit her gently on her arm. "Shut up."
Bulma looked at her watch. "I should be getting to the library." She waved to everyone and left. She walked slowly, dreading the walk to the library. Orange Star High had an unusual lunch schedule. There was first lunch which was right before fifth period, second lunch was in between fifth period, and third lunch was after fifth period. Everyone wanted second lunch because first lunch was leftovers from the day before and third lunch was always cold. Bulma was lucky, she supposed, to have second lunch. The only down side was that she had to climb four flights AGAIN.
She walked into the library panting. They need to put some elevators in the school, those stairs are gonna kill someone someday. Bulma always made a point to leave lunch early so that she could make it to class on time. The large room was empty so she just plopped down in the nearest seat to catch her breath. It was Jennifer and Brittany's table. She looked at the papers she had placed on it just an hour ago. After making a quick decision, she tore up the papers and threw them away.
Bulma went to the back and sat at her table. Mr. James walked in. "Hello Miss Briefs."
"May I go the nurse, I'm not feeling well."
"Sure thing."
Bulma picked up her things and left for the nurse's office. After being checked over from head to toe, she was diagnosed with a stomachache and was sent home.
She laid on her parents bed and flipped through her mom's magazines. It was full of beautiful skinny woman who seemed perfect in every way. Bulma wanted to be just like them. But she was cursed with an ugly body. Why, why couldn't she have inherited her mother's looks and not her father's? Was Kami playing some cruel joke on her? Was he on his look out looking down at her and laughing? Was the whole world laughing at her?
Bulma threw the magazine across the room. She was disgusted with herself for wallowing in self pity. She went downstairs and walked into the kitchen.
Dr. Briefs looked up at her. "Hello darling how was your day."
"Fine and yours?"
"Perfect, listen dear could you do me a favor and work on this introduction program for the new interns?"
"Sure I'll be in the lab."
"No not the lab, I need to use it. Could you do it on you laptop in your room?"
"Yeah sure, just let me grab an apple and I'll get to it." After rummaging through the refrigerator, she found what she was looking for and went back upstairs. She spent about a good twenty minutes on it before going to the lab to find out what kind of music her dad wanted. Bulma stopped when she saw some unfamiliar people walking around the lab with her dad. She backed into a corner where she could watch and not be seen.
"This is very impressive Mr. Briefs." A woman in a black suit said.
"Thank you, Ms. Harris."
"And what a lovely daughter you have." She gestured to a slim teen with blue hair and blue eyes. She had on a white lab coat was holding a clip board.
"Thank you."
Bulma stood there in complete shock. So this was why he didn't want her in the lab. That program was just an excuse not to have her come downstairs while Ms. Harris was over. She slowly backed down the hall and went back upstairs. Her own father didn't want to claim her. Was she that much of a disgrace? She jumped onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow.
-- Silent the soldier weeps --
She dried her tears on her comforter and sat up. Her appearance was the root of all her problems. So why not fix it? It will not be easy but she will whatever it takes. But before she could work on the outside she will work on the inside. She decided to confront her father.
Bulma inspected herself in the mirror. She looked like shit just as she expected. She went into her personal bathroom and slashed her face with cold water. After patting her face dry she took a deep breath and went down stairs.
Dr. Briefs smiled. "Hello sweetie, did you finish the program?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Briefs set a plate stacked with food in front of Bulma. "I made your favorite."
"Thanks." She shoved a fork full of mashed potatoes in her mouth and chewed slowly. After swallowing she asked causally. "I did not know we were having company."
"We're not going to have any, any time soon."
"I'm not talking about later, I'm talking about Ms. Harris."
Dr. Briefs coughed nervously. "Oh her, I didn't know she was coming."
"Really, why didn't you tell me she was here?"
"I didn't want to interrupt your work."
"Please, I can do the most complex programs in my sleep and you know it. What about that blue haired girl?"
"Who, the new intern Maron?"
"Don't you mean your daughter?" Bulma stood up. "I mean she looks *just* like you. Why didn't you tell me I had a sister?"
"Bulma I can explain!"
"Save it!" She threw her plate at the wall and kicked all the bots that rushed to clean the mess. Bulma stomped up the stairs. "And leave me the fuck alone!" She slammed her door so hard the whole complex shook.
Bulma put all her pictures of Dr. Briefs in a metal box. She held one picture over the flame of her favorite blue flame lighter and threw it into the box. She lit a cigarette and watched the photos burn to ashes.
-- We're gonna start the fire -
Bulma knew cigarettes where bad for her. That was why she was going to quit, but she really needed a smoke. When she was 16, 18, Chichi, and she had decided to try a cigarette while they were spending the night at 18's house. She had no idea why she had kept smoking but right now she didn't care. She didn't care if she would get cancer 15 years from now. She didn't care if her father never spoke to her again. She didn't care if he kept telling everyone that Maron was his daughter. All she cared about was finding away to become beautiful. When she was little, Mrs. Briefs always gave her things that she never had when she was a child. That included trips to France, designer clothes, and expensive food. Lots of food. Bulma had been an overweight toddler and the rest was history.
She did NOT want to get plastic surgery. She was afraid they would take the wrong thing out or leave something in. She did NOT want to exercise. Her current diet was not working. What was there to do? Maybe she could make up her own diet since none of the others she tried worked. It could work. Besides, no harm ever came in trying. Right? Right.
Bulma crept downstairs. She decided to do an inventory on all the bad foods she eats. If they weren't allowed in her diet then she would get rid of them. After tearing up the kitchen and finding no suitable food she when back to her room. She sat down on her bed. Now what? There was no real healthy food. How would she solve that problem?
Simple: If there are not any healthy foods, don't eat.
Bulma smiled. Yeah that would work, she would lose weight in no time. Yes she was a genius. She pulled the covers up to her neck and fell asleep with a grin on her face.
Summary: All her life Bulma has been a nerd, even though all her friends are popular. This tale is of her struggle for acceptance. But she soon realizes the popular life is not what she expected. Behind closed doors are eating disorders, adultery, back stabbing, over protective brothers, neglecting fathers, anxiety attacks, and the threat of losing those you care about.
Flamez of Doom-Hope ya'll like this. Go easy on me. This is my first fic.
Beautiful in Blue
Bulma walked up to the teacher's desk. Mr. Taylor glanced up at her. "Sorry I can't answer any questions for the test."
"I'm done, sir."
He blinked in surprise. "You finished 110 questions in 5 minutes?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's excellent!" He took the paper
Bulma beamed on her way back to her seat. Everyone glared evilly at her. She had finished the test when they where on number two AND she made them look bad. All of her classmate's looks went unnoticed as she pulled out her novel and began reading.
She had to keep pushing up her glasses. It was really irritating. Bulma had begged and pleaded with her mom to let her wear contacts but she kept saying she was too young. The young genius loathed her glasses. There where the thick kind that made your eyes look three times bigger than they really are. But she couldn't see a thing without them so she had to wear them.
Bulma sifted in her seat. She always felt uncomfortable sitting in school desks, she could barely fit into them. It was her opinion that they made them entirely too small. It was ridiculous really, you had to be a size two to fit into them.
She gazed over the top of her book at Jennifer and Brittany. They were definitely a size 2. They were the two girls that all the guys wanted to date. Jennifer had flaming red hair and bright green eyes. Brittany had smoky brown hair and clear blue eyes. Yeah, guys threw themselves at them. It was disgusting, using your body to get what you want. Damn, she wished she was them. Guys didn't find her very attractive. She had long discolored hair, it was blue, which freaked out a lot of people. Bulma was a geeky, overweight, outcast. Sure she had friends but she always felt that everyone else separated her, placing her into a category.
Welcome to Rejectville, Japan. Population: 1
Bulma sighed and stared into space. She even felt like she was an outcast at home. When people came to tour Capsule Corp., she wasn't allowed to speak to them. When people put the Briefs family on the cover of magazines, she was never in the picture. When businessmen came to check the progress of her inventions, she was not invited to the meetings. It was as if her hideousness would put C.C. to shame and they would no longer be prosperous. She doubted if most people even knew she was related to them. Sure they knew the last name Briefs but they never made the connection.
Bulma looked at the clock wondering how much more time she had left in the period. Unlike most teens, she hated it when she had free time. She always kept herself busy so that she would have to think about how shitty her life is. She let her eyes wander aimlessly around the room, for what felt like years, until the bell rang.
Next period was Study Hall, the period she liked the least. For one thing it was all the way in hall E which was on the other side of the building, on the forth floor. By the time she got there, she was late and out of breath. Climbing four flights of stairs is no joke, it sucked up all of her energy for the day.
Bulma rested in the doorway of the library to catch her breath before walking in. "Sorry I'm late."
"That's okay Miss Briefs, take a seat."
Bulma sat down at her usual place in the corner. She was just about to start her French homework when two shadows fell onto the wooden table.
Jennifer cleared her throat. "Me and Brittany were having trouble with our French homework and we were wondering if you could help us out."
"Sure, what are you having trouble with?"
"Everything."
"Well I guess I could explain it to you."
"Well you see that may take a long time, so why don't you just do it and well study it."
"I don't know-"
Brittany patted her on the back. "Thanks we knew you would help." They turned and left.
Bulma shrugged. It wasn't like it would take her long to finish it. She was helping them learn, they said they would study. They needed to pass French. If they got anything lower than a B on their report card they couldn't be cheerleaders anymore. What the school do without their top two cheerleaders? The football and basketball teams would lose their morale, the pep rally would no longer be peppy, and the parades would be.well you get the picture. If she helped them out then she would be doing the whole school a favor. Yeah. See doing this work was the right thing to do.
Bulma finished quickly and put the work on their table. They had disappeared somewhere and she knew they would get the work when they came back. "Mr. James, may I go to the restroom?"
"Sure thing, Miss Briefs."
Bulma stood outside the door, calculating where the closest restroom was located. She turned left and went down the hall. The young genius had a lot on her mind. If Jennifer and Brittany passed French with an A maybe they would start being nice to her. Not that she didn't have any friends. She and her friends made a group called the Z senshi. The Z senshi was made up of some of the most popular kids in school, excluding Bulma. She wasn't exactly sure why they hung out with her, she being an outcast and all, but they seemed sincere. They never asked her for money or for her to do their work for them.
She walked into the first stall and was about to pull down her pants when someone came in.
"Can you believe that, Brit?" It was Jennifer's voice.
"I know, did you see how hopeful she looked when you talked to her, it was pathetic."
"Yeah that Bulma Briefs is such a loser."
"Did you see what she was wearing?"
"Those high waters!"
"She was flooding the whole damn school! And when she raised her hand in class and her shirt lifted up."
"All I could see was rolls!"
"She had no business wearing those tight jeans. I don't know how that cow ever fit into them."
"She probably invented something to help her in them."
Jennifer let out a high pitched laugh. "I certain wouldn't surprise me. Let's go and see if the cow finished our work."
Bulma waited until she didn't hear their footsteps before she started crying. This is what they thought of her. Those mean and hateful words is how they felt. Bulma flushed the toilet to drown out her wails of anguish. She usually waited until she was at home to cry. When she cried, she would hiccup, her stomach hurt, her nose was red, her eyes where bloodshot. She was always a mess.
-- You really know how to bring me down --
When her wails slowed to sniffles, she staggered over to the mirror and tried to fix her disheveled appearance before leaving. Bulma looked at her watch. It was almost time for lunch. She might as well just skip the rest of study hall and go straight to the cafeteria. Bulma walked over to the Z senshi's usual table. All of her friends where already sitting there, they usually skipped 5th period so that they could get a good spot in the lunch lines.
There was Juuhachigou, everyone calls her 18, a tough punk chick with a quick temper. She always stood up for Bulma. Whenever someone picked on her 18 would beat them up. She was the only girl in the history of Orange Star High to ever join the wrestling team. Her favorite subject is PE because she gets to whoop all the guy's asses in every sport known to man.
Next to her was Chichi, a rich daughter of the famous Ox King. She was always stressing about some paper being due or a test that was coming up. She was like the mother of group, calling to make sure they weren't running late for school or completed their homework. Chi's favorite class was Home Economics because she loved to cook. She was a sweet person but you really didn't want to piss her off, because when she got mad she was worse than 18.
Sitting across from 18 was Krillin, a bald joker with height issues. He is always cracking on someone about something. Krillin always gets detention for starting class disturbances He is an average student that really could care less about his grades. His favorite part of the day is lunch so that he can quote "get away from the bitchy teachers". He had a crush on 18 since the third grade but she didn't know.
Then was Chichi's boyfriend Goku. His real name was Kakarot but no one could pronounce it right except for Vegeta so they just called him his middle name. He was goofy and a little slow at times but that's what everyone loved about him. Goku was the strongest boy in school but was too kind to fight anyone. His mother died when he was really young, and now lives with his father Bardock, his grandfather Gohan and his brother Radditz. His favorite class was Home Ec. because of the food.
Beside him was Vegeta, the loner/rebel with out a cause. He is always getting into fights for no reason. He is the strongest guy after Goku, not that he would ever admit it. His best friend/ rival was Goku but he would not admit the best friend part. All the girls throw themselves at him, he rarely had a girlfriend for a week. He is way smarter than he lets on. He usually skips most of the school year. His favorite subject is PE because its quote "the only class worth my time".
Next to him was Juunanagou, more commonly known as 17. He is 18 twin brother, they look exactly alike except he has black hair and she has blonde hair. The girls memorize his schedule and follow him around. He can usually be found in the restroom, hiding from his fan club. He doesn't like Krillin because he's always fawning over his sister. His favorite class is Tech Ed because he gets to play with the propane torch.
Then was Yamcha, the reliable man whore. He swears he's a pimp and can get any woman he wants. He doesn't usually have girlfriends only one night stands. His hobby is stealing other guy's girlfriends. He makes bets with some other guys to see how long he can get some chick in the bed. He is mostly a good friend and is there when you need him. He is dependable except when it came to relationships. (So basically if you're a female RUN FAR, FAR AWAY!!!!) His favorite class is PE because he likes to watch the girls play volleyball. Bulma has had a crush on him for years but he's too busy chasing skirts to notice her.
Bulma took her usual seat next to Chichi. "Hey."
18 whispered behind her hand. "Are you ok 'cause you look like shit."
"Gee thanks for the complement."
"Naw fo' real though."
"Well."
"Come on you can tell me." Hesitantly, Bulma told her what happened. 18 stood up, cracking her knuckles. "I kill 'em."
"No 18 don't make a scene it will only make it worse!"
"I can't let them get away with it."
Chichi nodded. "Yeah I have to agree with 18."
Vegeta snorted. "Let the woman fight her own battles."
Chichi's eyes narrowed. "Shut Vegeta, no one asked you."
Bulma tugged 18 back into her seat. "Please don't start anything over me. Please?"
"Okay."
"Good." Bulma stood up. "Now let's get something to eat."
Goku jumped up. "Now you're talking!" He hurried over to the lunch line.
After everyone got their food they all sat down. Bulma eat most of her food, excluding her fries. She was trying out this no carb diet. It wasn't working so far but maybe she just couldn't notice any results. Vegeta reached over and took her fries.
"Hey I wanted those you bastard!"
He snorted. "If you wanted them you would have ate them by now."
Damn she hated it when he was right. "How the hell do you know I wasn't saving them for later?!"
"Because I know!"
"You inconsiderate, egotistical, arrogant, son of bitch! I want those fries dammit!"
--The army of words is in me-
"Stop bitching and take them back then!"
"Not after your hands have been on them! We all know you don't wash your hands and you probably were digging up your ass!"
"You would know about asses, since you spend most of your time kissing the teacher's!"
"At least I don't sleep with them!"
"You must have me confused with Yamcha!"
Yamcha frowned. "HEY!"
They both turned to him. "Shut the fuck up!"
Bulma poked Vegeta in the chest. "The next time you want some of my shit then you have you ask you jackass! Keep the damn fries!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. She had just yelled at him for taking some food that she didn't really want. He and Bulma had a strange relationship. They absolutely detested each other and they loved to verbally bash each other. They would argue at any and every opportunity. But if anything happened to them they would always stick by them. Yes, it was a very strange relationship indeed.
Just then Jennifer and Brittany walked by their table. 18 stuck out her foot, causing them to trip. Jennifer landed face first into her green jello and Brittany's spaghetti was all over her shirt. The whole cafeteria went silent.
Jennifer wiped some jello off her face. "You little bitch you did that on purpose!"
"Yeah and?"
"You are so lucky we're in school right now or I'd so kick your ass."
"Aw little Miss Jen is afraid she'll get in trouble."
"That's not it-"
Chichi put her hand on her shoulder. "Just shut up while you're ahead."
Brittany pulled some spaghetti out of her collar. "Come on Jen let's go, we'll deal with these losers later." They stuck their noses in the air and stomped away.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Bulma turned to 18. "I told you not to start anything over me."
"I didn't start it 'cause of you, I started it 'cause they were pissing."
"And how did they do that?"
"I suddenly found that girls named Jennifer and Brittany piss me off."
Bulma shook her head and laughed. "What are we gonna do with you?"
"Tell me what a great friend I am."
Chichi snorted. "She'd be lying."
18 rolled her eyes and hit her gently on her arm. "Shut up."
Bulma looked at her watch. "I should be getting to the library." She waved to everyone and left. She walked slowly, dreading the walk to the library. Orange Star High had an unusual lunch schedule. There was first lunch which was right before fifth period, second lunch was in between fifth period, and third lunch was after fifth period. Everyone wanted second lunch because first lunch was leftovers from the day before and third lunch was always cold. Bulma was lucky, she supposed, to have second lunch. The only down side was that she had to climb four flights AGAIN.
She walked into the library panting. They need to put some elevators in the school, those stairs are gonna kill someone someday. Bulma always made a point to leave lunch early so that she could make it to class on time. The large room was empty so she just plopped down in the nearest seat to catch her breath. It was Jennifer and Brittany's table. She looked at the papers she had placed on it just an hour ago. After making a quick decision, she tore up the papers and threw them away.
Bulma went to the back and sat at her table. Mr. James walked in. "Hello Miss Briefs."
"May I go the nurse, I'm not feeling well."
"Sure thing."
Bulma picked up her things and left for the nurse's office. After being checked over from head to toe, she was diagnosed with a stomachache and was sent home.
She laid on her parents bed and flipped through her mom's magazines. It was full of beautiful skinny woman who seemed perfect in every way. Bulma wanted to be just like them. But she was cursed with an ugly body. Why, why couldn't she have inherited her mother's looks and not her father's? Was Kami playing some cruel joke on her? Was he on his look out looking down at her and laughing? Was the whole world laughing at her?
Bulma threw the magazine across the room. She was disgusted with herself for wallowing in self pity. She went downstairs and walked into the kitchen.
Dr. Briefs looked up at her. "Hello darling how was your day."
"Fine and yours?"
"Perfect, listen dear could you do me a favor and work on this introduction program for the new interns?"
"Sure I'll be in the lab."
"No not the lab, I need to use it. Could you do it on you laptop in your room?"
"Yeah sure, just let me grab an apple and I'll get to it." After rummaging through the refrigerator, she found what she was looking for and went back upstairs. She spent about a good twenty minutes on it before going to the lab to find out what kind of music her dad wanted. Bulma stopped when she saw some unfamiliar people walking around the lab with her dad. She backed into a corner where she could watch and not be seen.
"This is very impressive Mr. Briefs." A woman in a black suit said.
"Thank you, Ms. Harris."
"And what a lovely daughter you have." She gestured to a slim teen with blue hair and blue eyes. She had on a white lab coat was holding a clip board.
"Thank you."
Bulma stood there in complete shock. So this was why he didn't want her in the lab. That program was just an excuse not to have her come downstairs while Ms. Harris was over. She slowly backed down the hall and went back upstairs. Her own father didn't want to claim her. Was she that much of a disgrace? She jumped onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow.
-- Silent the soldier weeps --
She dried her tears on her comforter and sat up. Her appearance was the root of all her problems. So why not fix it? It will not be easy but she will whatever it takes. But before she could work on the outside she will work on the inside. She decided to confront her father.
Bulma inspected herself in the mirror. She looked like shit just as she expected. She went into her personal bathroom and slashed her face with cold water. After patting her face dry she took a deep breath and went down stairs.
Dr. Briefs smiled. "Hello sweetie, did you finish the program?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Briefs set a plate stacked with food in front of Bulma. "I made your favorite."
"Thanks." She shoved a fork full of mashed potatoes in her mouth and chewed slowly. After swallowing she asked causally. "I did not know we were having company."
"We're not going to have any, any time soon."
"I'm not talking about later, I'm talking about Ms. Harris."
Dr. Briefs coughed nervously. "Oh her, I didn't know she was coming."
"Really, why didn't you tell me she was here?"
"I didn't want to interrupt your work."
"Please, I can do the most complex programs in my sleep and you know it. What about that blue haired girl?"
"Who, the new intern Maron?"
"Don't you mean your daughter?" Bulma stood up. "I mean she looks *just* like you. Why didn't you tell me I had a sister?"
"Bulma I can explain!"
"Save it!" She threw her plate at the wall and kicked all the bots that rushed to clean the mess. Bulma stomped up the stairs. "And leave me the fuck alone!" She slammed her door so hard the whole complex shook.
Bulma put all her pictures of Dr. Briefs in a metal box. She held one picture over the flame of her favorite blue flame lighter and threw it into the box. She lit a cigarette and watched the photos burn to ashes.
-- We're gonna start the fire -
Bulma knew cigarettes where bad for her. That was why she was going to quit, but she really needed a smoke. When she was 16, 18, Chichi, and she had decided to try a cigarette while they were spending the night at 18's house. She had no idea why she had kept smoking but right now she didn't care. She didn't care if she would get cancer 15 years from now. She didn't care if her father never spoke to her again. She didn't care if he kept telling everyone that Maron was his daughter. All she cared about was finding away to become beautiful. When she was little, Mrs. Briefs always gave her things that she never had when she was a child. That included trips to France, designer clothes, and expensive food. Lots of food. Bulma had been an overweight toddler and the rest was history.
She did NOT want to get plastic surgery. She was afraid they would take the wrong thing out or leave something in. She did NOT want to exercise. Her current diet was not working. What was there to do? Maybe she could make up her own diet since none of the others she tried worked. It could work. Besides, no harm ever came in trying. Right? Right.
Bulma crept downstairs. She decided to do an inventory on all the bad foods she eats. If they weren't allowed in her diet then she would get rid of them. After tearing up the kitchen and finding no suitable food she when back to her room. She sat down on her bed. Now what? There was no real healthy food. How would she solve that problem?
Simple: If there are not any healthy foods, don't eat.
Bulma smiled. Yeah that would work, she would lose weight in no time. Yes she was a genius. She pulled the covers up to her neck and fell asleep with a grin on her face.