A/n: I got good reviews on this story so I decided to continue it!

Meliah: Great...

Shut up!

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~Bulma's Thoughts~

The Greatest Fantasy

I Don't Care What They Think!

"What the fuck do you want?" Bulma screamed at the person staring at her.

"I- uh," stuttered the blonde girl before she regained her normal arrogant tone, "I just wanted to welcome you to the school! My name is Abby. Seeing as you're famous and all, would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch tomorrow? I'm sure that they would probably accept you into our group because you're rich."

Bulma snorted and rolled her eyes. This was the type of person that she had wanted to avoid. ~Damn it! I would have to sit next to one of these people... Now, how to reply...~

"They would probably accept me? Who says that I would accept them?" Bulma asked.

"I-I-I um..." Abby stuttered, completely surprised that she had rejected her offer.

There was a laugh to Bulma's right and the two girls turned to see who it was. Abby's eyes formed into little hearts and Bulma became very confused.

"Hi, Vegeta!" Abby said sweetly. "Would you like to sit at our table today?"

"Wench, you know very well that the day I sit at that table of whores is the day that Kakkarot gets an A on a final," Vegeta replied.

Now Bulma started laughing. "So it seems that I'm not the only one who hates these people."

Vegeta was about to reply when the bell rang for the end of class. They grabbed their books and left.

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Bulma's next two classes were extremely boring and pointless. The day had been filled with the annoying prattle of teenage girls and countless guys asking her out and getting turned down, but now it was time for fourth block.*

~Finally! This is the last class on my schedule. Ugh! Not another Science class!~

Bulma walked into the classroom and waited for everyone to go silent like they had in every other room. There was only one seat open in the back of the room, and luckily there was only two people sitting by it. One was the guy named Vegeta who had headphones on and was listening to his CD player. The other was a blonde girl with ice blue eyes. She looked like she hated the fact that she was there almost as much as Bulma did. She walked over to the desk with they eyes of most of the students on her, some of them had other classes with her, and knew better than to say anything. Vegeta looked up from his music to see her sit next to him before he closed his eyes and started to sleep.

"Hello," said a cold, indifferent voice. "You must be the new girl that has the whole school talking?"

"I guess. I'm Bulma Briefs; I think that fact is the reason they are all talking. They can't believe that the Famous Bulma Briefs acts like this. What's your name?"

"18," the girl replied, and added when she saw the look on Bulma's face, "My father was a boring idiot."

"I understand, my mom's like that," she sympathized. "I am ready to go home right now just to get away from these bakas."

Abby had been listening to their conversation from two seats up, she had exceptional hearing when it came to gossip. She stood up and walked back to sit right in front of Bulma and 18. "You know," she said, "if you keep talking about the people here like that, everyone will think you're a bitch."

Bulma laughed at the girl in front of her. "I don't care what they think. You know, basically everyone hates you people. The only way you could ever get a guy is to screw him."

"That's not true! I have Vegeta! I haven't screwed him!" retorted Abby.

"Yet..." added 18. This caused her and Bulma to crack up. "Vegeta told me that you promised to give him a..." Just then, Abby was saved from disgrace, by the bell.

Vegeta didn't seem to hear it and just continued to sleep. 18 smacked the back of his head and yelled, "Hey, Monkey Boy, its time to leave!"

He sat straight up in his chair and looked around wildly for what had just screamed in his ear. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the smirking 18. "Stupid wench! What the hell was that for? I swear, if you weren't my friend, I'd kill you!"

"That's nice Vegetable Head. Come on, Bulma, let's go."

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It turned out that Bulma and 18 had their lockers right next to each other.

"So, 18, who the hell is that Vegeta guy?" Bulma asked as she stuffed her books in her locker.

"He's an arrogant ass. He is sort of famous around here. All the guys wanna be him, and all the girls wanna be with him. You too are a lot alike. Maybe you should to sit with us tomorrow. Then you could meet him," replied 18.

"Alright, it's a better offer than I've had so far."

"You can meet the rest of the group too. There's my boyfriend, Vegeta's baka cousin, his girlfriend, Yamcha, and my brother."

"Okay, see ya tomorrow!" Bulma yelled as she threw the capsule to her car.

A/n: So how was it? Should I keep going? Yes? No? Hell no? Any ideas on the story? R&R!

*My school runs on a block schedule with four, 80 minute classes and a Super Study before of after lunch instead of Homeroom, so unless this is too confusing for the readers to understand, that is how their schedule is gunna work.

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