Krillin's High School Diaries

Chapter 1: New Kid

High School. A time when young adolescents find their identity, experience heartbreak in relationships and blossom into adults. I kinda found this hard, seeing that I was a short incoming freshman with no nose and a bald, shiny head; my mom says I got it from my dad. Anyway, my parents enrolled me in nearby Dragon High School, which, for some strange reason, had a citywide reputation for producing the highest percentage of patients in hospitals and graves in cemeteries.

However, the school still managed to excel in both academics and athletics and was close enough for the bus to come pick me up and drop me home everyday. I can still remember the fateful morning, on the first day of school, when I nervously waited for the school bus to arrive at my neighborhood stop; it seemed like forever till I heard the screeching of rubber tires echo through the early virgin air.

Looking down the street, I saw the twinkie-of-a-vehicle swing through my neighborhood streets before it abruptly came to a stop in front of me. The door flung open to reveal an old man, wearing sunglasses, sitting behind the wheel with his face immersed in the pages of a dirty magazine. He peeped up and stared at me while I stared back,

"Well, are you getting on or not?" He asked.

I came to my senses and nodded hard before taking my first step onto the bus's platform, "Oh y-yeah…" I stammered then held out my hand in front of the bus driver, "…my name is Krillin."

The old man looked at my hand then back at me, "A teenager with manners, we'll that's new." He took hold of my friendly gesture and smiled, "Just call me Mr. Roshi, oh and I don't mean to scare ya but be careful back there, these kids today will eat you alive!"

I took a nervous laugh and turned to face the narrow aisle that separated the long rows of seats filled with my fellow peers, each having a grim or tough expression on their face. I took a deep gulp and proceeded down the aisle, hoping to find a friendly glance that might insure the chance of sharing a seat or an empty one all to myself.

Muffled snickers and whispers plagued my ears as I went deeper and deeper down the aisle, till finally I heard a voice that broke through the hostile aura, "Wanna sit here?"

I looked to my right and saw a kid grinning goofily while he patted the empty space next to him.

"Hurry up back there!" Mr. Roshi yelled, immediately inclining me to sit beside the welcoming stranger.

"Hey there, my name is Goku." The kid introduced himself as the bus engines started up once again and began trolling down the street in the same wild manner.

"Uh, my name is Krillin."

"Hey are you a freshman too?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Cool, I've been wanting to see someone else on this bus like me, especially since I failed last year."

"Wait, you're repeating a grade?"

Goku smiled, "Yeah, maybe it was because I always used my Periodic Elements in English or that fact that I always used stuff from my History books whenever my teacher tried teaching me something called 'Math'."

Mr. Roshi made the bus give off a sudden hard jerk as he steered over a right corner, throwing one kid out the window.

"Does he always drive like this?" I screamed.

"Yeah, he always tries reading his magazines while driving but the school district says he's not liable for any lawsuits since he's a senior citizen."

For about ten minutes, which seemed more like ten hours, we went through this torture till the frame of Dragon High School came into view. Looking through my moving window, I observed, from my bus seat, the plethora of adolescent youth that crowded the campus in various and unique socializing cliques as the bus slowly made its way to the school entrance.

"ALRIGHTEE, HERE WE ARE KIDS!" Mr. Roshi exclaimed as he stopped the bus on top of the entrance curb.

"Hey, since you're new here, I'll show you around!" Goku grinned as both he and I stood up along with the other kids to unload off the bus.

Taking my first step onto the hard concrete entrance ground with Goku right beside me, I took a deep breath as I stood before the intimidating scene of burly guys, cute girls and the large building in which I would spend the next and final four years of my required education. Goku, however, slinging his arm over my shoulder, grinned deeply as he mentally welcomed the familiar setting, "Allow me to introduce you to everybody…" He began with a cool enthusiasm, "…see those guys all by themselves smoking over there by the side of the school?" He asked while pointing his finger in a certain direction.

I looked to where Goku pointed and saw five guys, each in ascending height, loitering, on a isolated section of the school's far left side, while talking with one another and wearing black leather jackets with the word "GINYU" printed on the back.

"Those are the Ginyus, the roughest and toughest group of bullies on campus; they love to mess with freshman, especially." Goku spoke with a serious tone in his voice making me begin to tremble.

"Look over there…" Goku pointed, again, with his finger to a gathered crowd in front of the school, "…see those kids breakdancing in the middle of the crowd? That's 16, 17, and 18, they're what you would call the 'rebels' of the school and for some reason, they don't like me very much. I even heard a rumor that they wanted to kill me last year."

"KILL!?" I shouted.

Goku laughed, "Don't worry about it, it's just a rumor. Hey, look over there! You see that big tall dude over there with all those cheerleaders flirting beside him, well that's Broly, our Football team's star player." Goku spoke as he directed his index to the largest juggernaut of muscle and masculinity dressed in a letterman jacket, shirt, and jeans that I had ever seen.

"WHOA, don't tell me that guy's an actual teenager!" I cried aloud in surprise.

"Hey Goku!" A sudden voice shouted from behind me and Goku, causing both of us to turn around and face a group of approaching teenagers.

"Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu, Piccolo, what's up!" Goku saluted.

"Ah nothing, we just arrived here. Y'know I just got my Driver's License this summer and I thought I'd give the guys a ride to school…" Yamcha grinned before taking a glance at me, "Hey, who's the new kid?" He asked.

I opened my mouth to speak but Goku's voice came out quicker than mine, "Krillin. He's a freshman here and rides my school bus. I was just finishing showing him around a little."

"Yo, yo, what up son!" Chaozu greeted as he pulled up his baggy Dickies and tipped his ball cap.

"Yeah, what's happenin, kid?" Tien added while adjusting his own baggy pants then tightening the bandana on his head.

Piccolo, after witnessing the actions of his two friends, sighed and looked over to me, "Please excuse these two; they're some clowns. They went to one G-Unit concert over the summer and ended up like this the next day."

The school bell suddenly rang and everybody began to herd to the front doors of the school including me, Goku, Chaozu, Tien, Yamcha and Piccolo. Along the way, I took notice at the constant, smothering greetings of different people toward Goku as our group advanced further toward the school's front door.

"I didn't know Goku was this popular." I spoke over to Yamcha, who, was walking right beside me.

"Yeah, he's got a lot of friends and just as many enemies. I guess it kinda comes with the territory when you're the strongest fighter in school." Yamcha replied.

"Strongest fighter? Goku?" I questioned with high exclamation.

Yamcha nodded, "Yep. Got to know how to fight if you want to survive in this school, and nobody and I mean nobody can beat Goku. Speaking of which, do you know how to fight?"

I cleared my throat, "Well, yeah, I know some Martial Arts and stuff, but-"

"That's good…" Yamcha interrupted, "…just stick with us, we got your back."

I took a deep gulp at Yamcha's pledge and gathered myself as it came time for me to enter through my new school's door. Only time would tell what Dragon High School would have in store for me.

END OF CHAPTER ONE