A/N: This is my second fic, please be kind I am going to try to have the second chapter up by tomorrow, but I have to use the school computer so you must see my delema. Read & review. I'm open for anything. I know there isn't really good descriptions, but there will be in the next chapter. This chapter is a sort of prologue you could say. ant way enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: i don't own DBZ!!!! ='[
This Is My Life
You know, even in a cruel and cold world such as the one we live in, you can still find happiness. My name is Bulma Briefs, and my story starts in a well recognized community, and soon ends up in the slums of West city. Yea, I know what your thinking, 'how can you be living in filth when your father is the infamous Dr. Briefs?' Well this is how. My father kicked my mother and me out on the streets after being offered a great sum of money, at the cost of his family. So basically he threw money in our faces and kicked us to the curb. Of course my mother never the one to show anything other than smiles and giggles had quickly attracted the attention of my step father, D.J., as he liked to be called. So after remarrying we moved into D.J.'s home, which just so happens to be in the worst part of West City. So it is in this house that my horrors begin. Some of the things I will describe to you will be a little grotesque, but please bear with me it lightens up in the end.
Now let us see here, where should I start? Well I guess the beginning will do nicely. It all began the second day of my freshman year of high school. I was only fourteen then, but I was vastly approaching my fifteenth birthday. I had finally gotten all my classes in order, and I was heading to my third block class, which happened to be English 1. As I walked in I noticed some familiar faces, although not many, and plenty of new ones. Of course none of this concerned me much as I wasn't a very good people person. I found my assigned seat and sat down with a slight huff, just then the door opened and in walked a very handsome boy in jeans and a Hollister t-shirt. He was no older than me, and it felt as if all the others in the world had been put on mute and blurred beyond recognition leaving just the boy and myself. I locked my oceanic blue irises onto his dark brown before looking away back at my hands resting on my lap. With more grace than a cat he silently took the empty desk that happened to be right next to my own.
It was about half way through the class period that a small paper ball bounced off my rather ample chest to land in my lap. I looked over to the boy to see him smile mischievously, with embarrassment coloring my pale cheeks I threw it back managing to hit him in the head. I gave a slight smile to him, and was presented with one of his own beautiful smiles. Although just a smile, it had brightened my day significantly. Now that I got a closer look at him I noticed he had long raven hair that fell in soft waves down his back, his body was well toned and healthy, and his skin was soft with an olive tone to it. Not noticing what time it was I jumped when the bell sounded signaling that it was now time for lunch. I got up slowly watching the boy walk out of the room.
Sitting on a bench alone eating a packed lunch, I observed all of my surroundings, form the people to the little specks of dirt clinging to the concrete. As I was just moving my overly observant eyes to a group of scantily dressed girls, most likely seniors, I noticed the boy walk past my line of vision. Immediately all my attention was focused on him as he walked up a flight of stairs to sit alone, just as I am now. I finish my lunch all the while watch the boy that has captured my interest so easily. Standing up, I stretch lightly then reach to grab my trash, as I walk over to the brown gum covered trash can I see that the boy is still alone. I ponder as to why he would want to stay alone or if he has any friends. Not wanting to have an unwanted conversation I walk the other way to the upstairs part of the building and head up to my algebra 1-A class, or as I like to refer to it as the last class of the day.
The next day in the same English class I notice the boy again take the seat next to mine. Even though I don't mind I know it is not his assigned seat, and I would hate for him to get into trouble. At that moment the teacher told us we were going to a computer lab to set up some sort of account. I didn't exactly know as I was lost in my own thoughts at the time. As we walked down the hallways leading to the lab I felt someone's gaze burning into my back though I didn't dare turn around.
Taking a seat somewhere in the middle of the rows of computers I quickly typed in my login info, only noticing too late that the seat to my left had been occupied by the very presence I was trying to avoid. Looking at the boy I sighed quietly as he smiled sweetly at me, "Hello, my name is Yamcha, what's yours?" Yamcha asked in a smooth deep voice that had me clenching my knees together. "Uh-um my n-name is Bulma" I said quietly in my usual shy demeanor. His smile grew wider and almost blinded me with it's radiance as he reached over and gently put a hand on my jean covered thigh, "can I have your phone number?" he asked with a low voice leaving me to melt as I slowly but surly pull out my cell phone and hand It over to him, watching as he exchanges our numbers. After finishing up he silently slipped the phone back into my pocket, his arm slightly running over my breast. That was the first time I had spoken to Yamcha, the boy that captured my heart with one look. Although you know, looks can be deceiving.