A/N: Here we go again! Thanks to those who reviewed! It's been a while...sorry for taking so long.
I don't own Dragonballz
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I guessed the previous owners must have been artists, with all the murals and creativity that went into the place. Uncle raves over this kind of stuff. It's one of the things we agree on. Juuana, on the other hand, thinks art is all the paintings of naked women. That's Juuana for you. Sick-minded pervert, but hey, he's my brother, and in all honesty, most guys his age are the same, so on a global scale he's not so bad. Let's emphasize GLOBAL.
A few hours later, the three of us were eating Kentucky Fried Chicken in silence. I don't know what the guys were thinking, but I was still having a riot in my mind over what happened at Burger King today. I snickered, and they both gave me a strange look.
"What?"
"Sis, you're a psycho."
"You get hit on by old men who flip burgers." My dear brother had absolutely no comeback for that, and Uncle started snickering as well. The two of us were soon laughing at Juuana, who looked like a cherry tomato at that point.
Oh, that was a fun night; we spent most of it making fun of my brother. By the time eleven o'clock came around, I was dead tired, what with all the move and the excitement. I curled up in my bed, upstairs in the darkly painted room and feel right asleep.
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Then, in what seemed like seconds at the time, I was opening the door to the main high school in the Southwest Capitol...Orange Star High School. What a name...I almost gagged as soon as I saw it. Walking inside, the smell of overcooked french fries invaded my senses, and I made a terrible face. I hate people who can't cook properly, especially if they're getting paid to do it.
"Hey there!" I turned around to see a tall guy with a six-pack waving at me. A prep...but he was actually being friendly, instead of pretending to be all macho. Odd.
"Hi." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Goku, I saw you and figured you were new around here." Goku smiled, like a person would smile if they were talking to a long-time friend. It was so easy to be comfortable around this guy. I gave him a wry grin in return.
"Yep, I'm new. Juuhachi's the name." I clasped his hand with mine and shook it; he had a firm grip. I instantly wondered if he was a fighter of some sort, and I asked him.
"Well, I've on the school's wrestling team for...yeah, this is my second year now."
"That's it? You're hiding something." He looked at me, quite baffled. I guess people he had just met didn't usually interrogate him like this. Well, that's me...I'm special.
"...I've been training in martial arts for a while. Hey, you don't look all that weak yourself, what about you?"
"Same. Ever since I was young."
"Cool!" His grin widened to the point where I found it idiotic, and I realized then that Goku probably wasn't the person to go to for intelligent conversation. Oh well. At least he was fun to talk to.
"Hey Goku!" The two of us turned around to see a group of smiling preps. Well, the guys were smiling. The girls were glaring at me as if I had just entered their precious territory. Please, I have taste, but of course, they all looked too stupid to know that. Turns out I was right.
"Who's THAT?" The way she ended her sentence reminded me of a rich toddler who was about to call her lawyer because the ice cream vendor didn't have the right flavour.
"Hi Maron!" Goku greeted her. She was wearing way too much frosted pink lipstick and her blue hair was hanging loose and long, identical with the two girls close by her. "Maron, this is Juuhachi. Juuhachi, my friend Maron."
"Nice to meet you." What the heck. I had decided that I would be nice to her, but, as predicted, she certainly had no intention of returning the favour.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Maron..."
"What is it Krilly?" Maron smoothed her hand over a shorter guy's bald head. For some reason the kid didn't seem to have a nose...I found that VERY odd, especially since preps usually cast out people with missing body parts or have anything that isn't 'normal' by their standards.
"Do you have to be so..."
"So what?"
The guy I assumed was named 'Krilly' sighed, and simply shook his head in resignation. Yep, the two were definitely going out, and 'Krilly' was the obvious bitch in this little relationship.
"Oh yeah. I guess I should introduce the rest of you guys, huh?" Goku chuckled and stuck a hand behind his head. He started off pointing at the bald midget. "This is Krillin," He moved over to the other guys and girls. "...and that's Cindy, Nadia, Jeff, Scott and Tyler." I said hello, and was greeted with one back...from the guys. I was particularly annoyed with the fact that Tyler was staring at my chest.
"You want these? Go to a plastic surgeon and get them for yourself then." I walked away to the office so I could get my timetable. Can you really blame me though? My tolerance is quickly diminished in the presence of idiots, it's not MY problem.
A few minutes later found me in my first class, science. Dear Lord...what a horrible start to any morning. You just don't do hard things first period! The teacher is...well...old! Really short, and really, really old.
"Hello class! You can all just take your seats and kick back and relax for a few minutes. I'm Mr. Roshi, but all the pretty ladies out there can call me Mr. R." Oh, just fucking great. We had a pervert for a teacher. Why was he wearing those God-awful shades? I guess old people are like that...they just don't understand that wearing something SOMEWHAT presentable DOES help them.
The class rolled on, and as Mr. Roshi was going on about how he was younger and excelled in martial arts, I decided that I should join in the flurry of conversations that were being held around me. I was just about to go over to a group that seemed all right when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see a girl with sophisticated glasses and long, sky-blue hair pulled back into a loose braid smile shyly at me.
"Um...hi there. You looked new." I glanced her over. She was wearing a sweater three times too big for her and regular, not very form fitting jeans.
"I am, actually. Juuhachi Gero."
"Gero? Hey, you wouldn't by any chance be related to Dr. Gero...would you?"
"Sure, he's my uncle."
She looked at me with surprise, and I wondered at the time just who this girl was. Not too many people know all that much about my uncle, unless they're engrossed in science. Then again...she did look like a bit of a nerd.
"Bulma Briefs." Well, that certainly explained a lot. She's probably the smartest sophomore on the entire PLANET for Chrissakes.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
I already had a plan forming in my head for matchmaking. Could I possibly do the opposites attract route, and have her go with Goku? At the time it seemed like it might work, although what happened later on in the day changed my mind completely.
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Please review, and sorry for the extreme lack of updates.
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~
I guessed the previous owners must have been artists, with all the murals and creativity that went into the place. Uncle raves over this kind of stuff. It's one of the things we agree on. Juuana, on the other hand, thinks art is all the paintings of naked women. That's Juuana for you. Sick-minded pervert, but hey, he's my brother, and in all honesty, most guys his age are the same, so on a global scale he's not so bad. Let's emphasize GLOBAL.
A few hours later, the three of us were eating Kentucky Fried Chicken in silence. I don't know what the guys were thinking, but I was still having a riot in my mind over what happened at Burger King today. I snickered, and they both gave me a strange look.
"What?"
"Sis, you're a psycho."
"You get hit on by old men who flip burgers." My dear brother had absolutely no comeback for that, and Uncle started snickering as well. The two of us were soon laughing at Juuana, who looked like a cherry tomato at that point.
Oh, that was a fun night; we spent most of it making fun of my brother. By the time eleven o'clock came around, I was dead tired, what with all the move and the excitement. I curled up in my bed, upstairs in the darkly painted room and feel right asleep.
~*~
Then, in what seemed like seconds at the time, I was opening the door to the main high school in the Southwest Capitol...Orange Star High School. What a name...I almost gagged as soon as I saw it. Walking inside, the smell of overcooked french fries invaded my senses, and I made a terrible face. I hate people who can't cook properly, especially if they're getting paid to do it.
"Hey there!" I turned around to see a tall guy with a six-pack waving at me. A prep...but he was actually being friendly, instead of pretending to be all macho. Odd.
"Hi." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Goku, I saw you and figured you were new around here." Goku smiled, like a person would smile if they were talking to a long-time friend. It was so easy to be comfortable around this guy. I gave him a wry grin in return.
"Yep, I'm new. Juuhachi's the name." I clasped his hand with mine and shook it; he had a firm grip. I instantly wondered if he was a fighter of some sort, and I asked him.
"Well, I've on the school's wrestling team for...yeah, this is my second year now."
"That's it? You're hiding something." He looked at me, quite baffled. I guess people he had just met didn't usually interrogate him like this. Well, that's me...I'm special.
"...I've been training in martial arts for a while. Hey, you don't look all that weak yourself, what about you?"
"Same. Ever since I was young."
"Cool!" His grin widened to the point where I found it idiotic, and I realized then that Goku probably wasn't the person to go to for intelligent conversation. Oh well. At least he was fun to talk to.
"Hey Goku!" The two of us turned around to see a group of smiling preps. Well, the guys were smiling. The girls were glaring at me as if I had just entered their precious territory. Please, I have taste, but of course, they all looked too stupid to know that. Turns out I was right.
"Who's THAT?" The way she ended her sentence reminded me of a rich toddler who was about to call her lawyer because the ice cream vendor didn't have the right flavour.
"Hi Maron!" Goku greeted her. She was wearing way too much frosted pink lipstick and her blue hair was hanging loose and long, identical with the two girls close by her. "Maron, this is Juuhachi. Juuhachi, my friend Maron."
"Nice to meet you." What the heck. I had decided that I would be nice to her, but, as predicted, she certainly had no intention of returning the favour.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Maron..."
"What is it Krilly?" Maron smoothed her hand over a shorter guy's bald head. For some reason the kid didn't seem to have a nose...I found that VERY odd, especially since preps usually cast out people with missing body parts or have anything that isn't 'normal' by their standards.
"Do you have to be so..."
"So what?"
The guy I assumed was named 'Krilly' sighed, and simply shook his head in resignation. Yep, the two were definitely going out, and 'Krilly' was the obvious bitch in this little relationship.
"Oh yeah. I guess I should introduce the rest of you guys, huh?" Goku chuckled and stuck a hand behind his head. He started off pointing at the bald midget. "This is Krillin," He moved over to the other guys and girls. "...and that's Cindy, Nadia, Jeff, Scott and Tyler." I said hello, and was greeted with one back...from the guys. I was particularly annoyed with the fact that Tyler was staring at my chest.
"You want these? Go to a plastic surgeon and get them for yourself then." I walked away to the office so I could get my timetable. Can you really blame me though? My tolerance is quickly diminished in the presence of idiots, it's not MY problem.
A few minutes later found me in my first class, science. Dear Lord...what a horrible start to any morning. You just don't do hard things first period! The teacher is...well...old! Really short, and really, really old.
"Hello class! You can all just take your seats and kick back and relax for a few minutes. I'm Mr. Roshi, but all the pretty ladies out there can call me Mr. R." Oh, just fucking great. We had a pervert for a teacher. Why was he wearing those God-awful shades? I guess old people are like that...they just don't understand that wearing something SOMEWHAT presentable DOES help them.
The class rolled on, and as Mr. Roshi was going on about how he was younger and excelled in martial arts, I decided that I should join in the flurry of conversations that were being held around me. I was just about to go over to a group that seemed all right when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see a girl with sophisticated glasses and long, sky-blue hair pulled back into a loose braid smile shyly at me.
"Um...hi there. You looked new." I glanced her over. She was wearing a sweater three times too big for her and regular, not very form fitting jeans.
"I am, actually. Juuhachi Gero."
"Gero? Hey, you wouldn't by any chance be related to Dr. Gero...would you?"
"Sure, he's my uncle."
She looked at me with surprise, and I wondered at the time just who this girl was. Not too many people know all that much about my uncle, unless they're engrossed in science. Then again...she did look like a bit of a nerd.
"Bulma Briefs." Well, that certainly explained a lot. She's probably the smartest sophomore on the entire PLANET for Chrissakes.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
I already had a plan forming in my head for matchmaking. Could I possibly do the opposites attract route, and have her go with Goku? At the time it seemed like it might work, although what happened later on in the day changed my mind completely.
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Please review, and sorry for the extreme lack of updates.