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Well, looks like I have 7 whole reviews. Go me! ^_^ I don't really have anything to say here, so from the screwed up mind of wind, I present you chapter 3!
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"Don't turn around, don't look ahead, I won't listen to all the lies I'm fed. I don't have to listen to you, so don't you fucking tell me what to do."
Goku stared at the girl in front of him, shocked.
"ChiChi, why are you here? We agreed on tomorrow night, remember?"
"Because," ChiChi said, stroking her hair, "I wanted to get to work on the project. The sooner we get it done, the less time we spend together, right?"
"I guess…but I was just about to spar…"
ChiChi looked behind Goku. "Who's that?"
"Oh, this is Vegeta, Bulma's new boyfriend."
"Bulma's back in town? I HAVE to say hi!" She squealed. She pushed past Goku and Vegeta, and headed into the house.
"Who's she?" Vegeta asked in a rude tone.
"Long story…you really don't want to hear it."
"Oh."
"Well, looks like we won't be able to
spar tonight…" Goku said, looking down at Vegeta.
"Damn, and I really wanted to fight a kid too." Vegeta's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I wouldn't have that huge ego if I were you. You might be surprised. I'm the strongest and most skilled fighter around here."
Vegeta laughed, "Okay kid, whatever you say. When you're done dealing with school and that woman, we'll have our little spar." Again, every word was said with unbelievable sarcasm.
Goku rolled his eyes. People just never learn when to not underestimate him. School was one thing, but almost everyone knew not to mess with him in a fight. He was the best martial artist around, and there was no denying it.
Vegeta turned and walked into the house. Goku sighed and followed, dragging his feet behind him.
~*~
"Bulma!"
"ChiChi!"
Bulma and ChiChi held each other in a tight hug.
"So," Bulma said, pulling away from ChiChi. "I see you and Goku have finally gotten together. I have been waiting for years to see this!"
Wait a second…WAIT A SECOND! Where the heck did Bulma get this idea? ChiChi thought. Oh yeah, why else would she be over there? Idiot…
ChiChi held up her hands, "Oh no, we're not going out. No one would ever give Goku a second glance. You just stay away from him."
Bulma looked shocked. "What? Why? He's so sweet."
"Reject is about to flunk out of school. I don't hang out with people like that." ChiChi whispered.
"Like that?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"I have an image to maintain. It wouldn't look good if I was seen hanging out with him."
Goku paused around the corner to listen. So that's what she really thought of him—as a candidate for high school dropout. Her "image" was more important than any friendship she ever had. Suddenly, Goku felt upset and angry. Angry at her leaving him, for dumping their friendship like it was nothing for a bunch of girls who probably didn't care for her as much as he once did. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his power from exploding.
"Is that all kids today care about?" Bulma asked. "Have you taken a single glance at Goku lately?"
"What are you talking about?"
"He's practically a man now! He's strong, good-looking, and incredibly sweet. He'd never hurt a fly, nevertheless another innocent human being. He's the perfect guy! I'm surprised that someone hasn't already snatched him up."
"Bulma…you know the Goku from the Dragonball hunts. You haven't seen him since then. He's changed. Maybe you can't see it, but I can."
"No, I can see clearly. You're being blinded by your cliques and so called "images" You have to maintain."
"You were the same exact way Bulma, and you know it. You're practically a legend at our school."
Bulma sighed. ChiChi had her there. She practically was a legend at the high school. Most popular, prettiest, smartest…the list could go on. Trudging through the living room, Goku pushed past ChiChi and Bulma to go into his room. Loud music could be heard from the door…
Everything to lose
Nothing to prove
Just when everything has fallen to the ground
Gonna knock it down
Just believe me when I tell you its all right
ChiChi rolled her eyes. Music was always something Goku was obsessively into. She always remembered him listening to anything with depressing lyrics. Most of the time, they were empty words to him, but he never ceased to find the meaning in the songs. ChiChi turned away from Bulma, and headed over to Goku's room. She knocked lightly on the door with her knuckle, and waiting for him to open the door.
"What do you want?" A rough voice said through the door.
"Goku, it's me."
"Come in."
ChiChi cautiously opened the door. It had been ages since she had been in there, and god only knew how much it had changed. Peeking in, it looked relatively normal. There was a single bed and a dresser, along with scattered clothes and other items. You could barely see the walls, since almost every square inch was covered with one picture or another. Over in the far corner there was a bookshelf. There were few books in it, but for the most part it was filled with either CDs or movies.
"So," She said, looking through his CD collection.
"So," Goku repeated, sprawled out on his bed.
"Nice CD collection you have here."
"I try."
There was an awkward silence. Looking around more, ChiChi found a picture frame face down on Goku's desk. Walking over to it, she reached to pick it up.
"You don't want to see that," Goku said quickly, jumping up.
ChiChi smiled, and flipped it over. The smile quickly diminished, as she looked the picture over. It was of her and Goku, right before they broke off the friendship. Both Goku and ChiChi smiled brilliantly at the camera, their arms around each other in a best friends sort of way. ChiChi quickly flipped the picture down to its original position. She stared blankly at a wall, so she did not have to look at Goku in the eyes.
"Do you really think that about me?" Goku said quietly, looking down.
"Goku, you know your image. You also know my image."
"Is that all you care about? What they think about you?" He emphasized the word "they" as he spoke.
"They?"
"Those friends of yours. Do you think they really care?"
"Of course they do!" ChiChi exclaimed, the anger rising in her voice. Her friends would never betray her!
Goku shook his head, "Poor, naïve ChiChi. You're so blind. As soon as you do anything they disapprove of, they'll kick you out of the clique."
ChiChi furiously shook her head, "No way! They would never do that to me!" She screamed, her blood boiling. How dare he talk to her that way? Goku did not even know her friends!
Goku sighed, and fell back onto the bed. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his hand behind his head. Why him? Why did he have to be stuck with her as his partner?
"So are we going to do this stupid science thing?" ChiChi asked, crossing her arms across her chest. He sighed deeply.
"Fine." Goku said in a monotone voice. Getting off his bed, he walked over to his bookshelf, and took a science kit off the top shelf. He set it down on a clear spot in his room, and sat in front of it. He started to mix different liquids together, noting down reactions and such on a piece of paper.
ChiChi raised an eyebrow, "You know what you're doing?" She walked over and sat across from Goku. Grabbing two test tubes, she prepared to pour one liquid into another tube.
"Don't do that! It'll explode!" Goku yelled, stopping his work.
ChiChi laughed, "I know what I'm doing! Remember who has the better grade here."
Goku gritted his teeth. Just because he didn't try in school didn't mean that he was an idiot. Fine, he would let her blow up the room, killing the two of them. Whatever, he didn't care what happened to his life. Actually, he started to think about what they would say in the newspaper about him.
Son Goku, dead
Age 18, attended Orange Star High School
Found dead after his room blew up due to a mix of chemicals for a science project
Goku shook his head. What a horrible way to go.
ChiChi poured a green liquid into a blue liquid. She shook them together, causing them to fizz. Maybe Goku was wrong, and they wouldn't blow up.
The newly mixed liquid steamed, overflowed onto ChiChi's hand, and burned it. ChiChi yelped and dropped the test tube, nurturing her burnt hand. The test tube promptly fell, spilling the liquid all over the place.
Three…
Two…
One…
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Don't kill me that Goku and Vegeta didn't fight. They will in the future, I promise. ^_^
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