Krillin, Chichi and Bulma got out of the blue-green car and looks
around. A bunch of kids where hanging out in front of the huge Freeza high
school building. Bulma put the car back into its capsule and placed it in
the small box. Krillin stuff his hands in his pockets and sucked his teeth,
"Pretty big huh?" he asked the girls standing behide him. Chichi nodded and
turned her baseball cap backwards.
"Guys come on we're already late," Bulma said walking to the football
field which was lite up with bright lights, the trio passed a small group
of gothic kids.
"Hey honey," a girl with a ghostly pale face and dark green hair
said, talking to Krillin. She flicked her tongue ring at him and batted her
eyelashes, "Come and hang out with us for a little while," she said
giggling. The bald teenager blushed heavily, due to the girl's habit of
flashing him with her tongue ring.
"Sorry toots," Chichi said grabbing hold of Krillin's arm. "He's with
me," the Goth pouted and went back to her group. Krillin narrowed his eyes
at Chichi. The princess smiled and Bulma laughed at the two.
"Admission," they heard a voice say bluntly. They looked up at a huge
man with the words MAMA'S BOY written in big bold letters on his shirt.
"How much?" Bulma asked.
"5 bucks each," the man said holding out his hand. Bulma reached
inside her bra and felt around for a moment before pulling out a large wad
of money. The guy's eyes almost popped out his hand and she smacked 15
dollars in his hand and walked inside the gate.
"Bulma," Chichi asked.
"Yea?"
"Why do you keep your money in your bra?"
"Oh that's easy, it's two of the few people I can trust." Bulma
stated. Krillin stood next to her dumbfounded until he got her joke. The
three teenagers laughed as they walked to the side of Freeza High's fans.
The cheerleaders ran back into place in front of the crowd, dressed in red
and black uniforms. Krillin shook the girls that was beside him, "LOOK!" he
shouted. "There's 18!"
"18?" Chichi and Bulma said at the same time.
"Yes, The number I got at the park?"
"Ooohhhhh," the two girls said together. They looked at the beautiful
girl with blonde hair that stopped right before it reached her shoulders
and the icy blue eyes.
"18 YOUR HOT!!" they heard a guy shout out from the swollen crowd.
The girl just gave a sarcastic smirk before her face faded back to its
emotionless mask She pushed back some strands of blonde hair behide her ear
as she stood with her pom poms in her hands.
"READY?!" A cheerleader with dark purple hair and smiling black eyes
called out to her team.
"OK!" the squad returned.
"BEAT, GREEN STAR, BEAT GREEN STAR, B-E-A-T BEAT GREEN STAR B-E-A-T
BEAT GREEN STAR," the cheerleaders chanted 2 times before breaking out into
another cheer which included holding girl's up and tossing them into the
air.
Bulma's eyes watched the game between the two high schools. Green
Star was losing badly, VERY badly. She felt something poke her in the ribs,
she looked over and saw Chichi standing up happily.
"Look look its Goku!" She said excitedly.
"Where?" Bulma asked standing up too. Chichi pointed to a huge guy in
a black jersey with the red numbers #29 on the back. He charged at a guy
like a bull with the football in his hand, the guy flew up and landed on
his back, Goku continued to run and dodge the Green Star players easily
until he made it to the end of the field. He slammed the ball down and
broke into the funky chicken.
"DDAAAMMMNN.." Bulma and Krillin said at the same time. Just then the
team moscot ran in front of the gate, dancing around idiotically. The band
piped up, playing Hood Rich. The moscot (which was a huge bigheaded version
of Freeza) stuck it's butt out and shook it. It quickly started to jump
backwards, it's ear end still stuck out until he backed-up into 18. She
looked at him annoyed and tried to continue her cheer, but he bumped into
her again. She turned around and punched him in the face. He fell back, his
head spinning around on his shoulders.
"Look that's...Umm...Vegeta, I think," Chichi said pointing to #01.
"And that's Piccolo!" the younger girl shouted over the music, this time
pointing to #13. Bulma nodded as she saw Yamucha get tackled by Piccolo.
She smiled smugly as Green star was getting killing by Freeza High.
It wasn't long before the game ended. Freeza won 46 to 29. The fans
spilled off the bleachers as they screamed and cheered. Green Star fans
filed out of the stands, slowly making their way to their cars. Bulma
wasted no time making her way over to the other side of the field, she made
sure her aqua blue hair so she wouldn't stand out. She watched her handsome
boyfriend make his way over to a girl with wore the Green Star cheerleading
outfit. Bulma frowned at her coemption, the cheerleader had longer legs,
bigger boobs, and Yamucha's attention.
The blue haired genius managed to hide herself in a large group of
kids so she was close enough to her what they where saying.
"I'm so sorry baby," The girl said pressing herself agasint Yamucha.
He smiled sadly and ran his hand through the girl's blue hair.
"It's okay babe. It's just one loss," he said fixing his hair. "Wanna
come over for a little while?" he said quickly recovering from his pitiful
football game loss.
"Sure..but what about that girlfriend of yours?" the cheerleader
asked twirling hair around her finger.
"She's probably out shopping or something." Yamucha said laughing,
the cheerleader laughed as well. Bulma grinded her teeth together. She
whipped around quickly and stood in front of Yamucha and his date. His eyes
grew wide as he pushed the girl off him.
"For the last time Marron! I already have a girlfriend!" he said
quickly. The girl's blue eyes narrowed.
"But YAMUCHA! You said-" she was cut off by the football player
twirling her around and pushing her off into the leaving crowd.
"BABY!" he said to Bulma with open arms.
"YAMUCHA YOU LYING CHEATING SON OF A B-"
"Bulma!" A voice called out. Bulma felt herself being pulled into
someone's arms. She looked up at the person who was holding her from
behide. His strong arms squeezed her affectionately. "I can't believe you
came and watched me play," the raspy voice said rubbing his face into his
hair.
