What is the world coming to? (A terrible horrible no good very bad end!!!). (A DBZ High School story)

Disclaimer: No I do not own Dragonballz. Shoot, if I did then I wouldn't have so much lint in my pocket. I would have money and lots of it. But unfortunately, I don't. sighs sadly

"You know….I do believe our counselors placed us in different classes even though…I specifically told them not to." The blue haired girl glared down at her class schedule, wiping her mouth and stopping in the middle of the hallway.

Chichi chewed her gum nervously, trying to find a way to find some kind of discrepancy on her own.

It was the beginning of senior year, and as things stood, Bulma and Chichi had been in at least two classes from sophomore year on. Bulma's father, being one of the richest people in the world, had given the girl the freedom to practically rule as she please. Of course, setting it up so that her and her best friend has class together was one of the many powers she exercised in Orange Star High. But this time, their counselor failed to come through, and at the moment, Bulma was seeing red. What did the counselor think he was doing? She could have him and the janitor switch jobs in the space of one week!

"Any way I..." Bulma trailed off as she turned her head and her expression went from happy to deadly in one-billionth of a second. A black haired young man was walking down the hall, smiling and holding out a small piece of paper to the girl in front of him. Bulma squinted to make sure she was seeing right. The boy didn't see her and continued to yap on with the red head her was with.

"Yamacha... Yamacha? YAMACHA!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!?"

The boy in question turned around in slow motion as if he wanted it to all be a HORRIBLE dream.

"Ohhh... Uh, Bulma hi I... this is Angela. Uh, uh, and uh, Angela this is..."

"Oh you're Bulma. I know you," the bubbly girl piped, "Yammie always talks about you to his friends all the time." Yamacha paled visibly and tried to cover Angela's mouth.

"Uhh hehehe hee uhhhh Angela isn't your counselor waiting for you to uhhh counsel you... hehe eh?" Angela wiggled out of his grip.

"Yammie?" Bulma sneered, cocking her head to the side at the nickname.

"I always thought you were so nice but Yammie says you're a stupid girl who sucks lots of …uhhhh I'm not supposed to say that word. But I didn't know you were like that."

"Who are you?" Chichi asked. Where the hell had this broad come from?

"I'm Yammie's girlfriend!"

Yamacha looked on helplessly as Angela threw his life out the window..

"Ah. So that's where that rumor came from…." Bulma mumbled calmly. A little too calmly.

"Yamacha said all that?"

Yamacha felt an intense need to crawl into a hole and die right then.

"You know Yamcha, it isn't good to tell people things that aren't true especially about you girlfriend. I think that someone one needs to be punished..." Yamacha gulped and pulled himself into a corner as Bulma stalked closer and closer...

To Be Continued
Don't be fooled this is a G/V fic just give it some time. Tell me if you liked it. I know it was short, but it will get much longer as the fic progresses. Review at your own devices. I don't know if you noticed, but for me, I normally don't get back to a lot of my fics for a long time, but if you'll just be patient with me, and leave a few comments, then I think I can continue at an excusable pace. Ahem, I've had this fic for about 4 years and it's now that I'm updating, revising, and editing.