Disclaimer: My life sucks

Summary: All her life Bulma has been a nerd, even though all her friends are popular. This tale is of her struggle for acceptance. But she soon realizes the popular life is not what she expected. Behind closed doors are eating disorders, adultery, back stabbing, over protective brothers, neglecting fathers, anxiety attacks, and the threat of losing those you care about.

Chapter 2

It had been three weeks since Bulma had came up with her 'ingenious' plan. She had decided to forgive her father. It must be really hard to pretend your family is perfect when you have an overweight daughter. The world wanted to see him with a beautiful family. Beauty sells. Now she wished she had not yelled at him. He must have been really stressed out. When he told Ms. Harris Maron was his daughter he had her best interest at hand. He didn't want her in be in the papers everyday, or people following her around trying to take her picture. If she was skinny, things would be easier. If she was skinny they would only say nice things about her. If she was skinny no one would try to take advantage of her. If she was skinny everyone would adore her. See, all the more reason to lose weight. She found it hard to pay attention in class, she was more tired than usual, but her method was working. She was losing weight and that was all that mattered.

Bulma sat down at her usual seat at the lunch table. Chichi frowned. "Did you have a big breakfast again?"

"Yeah."

18 shook her head. "You haven't run out of bagel's *yet*?"

"No, I don't know why mom won't let us give them away."

Vegeta scowled. How could they be so stupid? And they call themselves her friend. Her hair was dull, her eyes lost their sparkle, her skin had gray tints, and there were bags under her eyes. Something was obviously wrong, but what?

Bulma frowned at him. "What's wrong with you Veggie Head?"

"Nothing, Bloomer."

She rolled her eyes and checked her watch. "I've gotta go, see you later."

Vegeta watched her go. There was something going on and he was going to find out.

Bulma was hurrying down the hall. The final bell had just rung and she wanted to get out of the hell hole that everyone called school. She walked out the door and past the softball field. Someone grabbed her and pulled her under the bleachers.

"Hey, what's the big idea Vegeta?"

"What's going on?"

"Leave it to you to answer a question with a question."

"Just answer me!"

"I asked you first."

"And I asked you second."

Bulma sighed. "What do you mean what's going on?"

"You've been a zombie for the past three weeks. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I said nothing's wrong! And if you will excuse me." She turned around and started walking. "I'll see you later."

-- The most stubborn girl around--

Vegeta crossed his arms. If she thought she was getting away that easily she was mistaken.

Bulma flipped through some of her mom's magazines. She would look like one of the models in the magazines soon. If she was strong and didn't eat anything. Vegeta was very persistent, maybe he suspected something. He could ruin this for her. Who the hell did he think he was? Getting into her business like that? He is such an asshole.

She rolled off her parent's bed and went downstairs. Bulma walked into the kitchen to get some water. She frowned when she saw Maron sitting at the table. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm Maron the new intern and you are."

"I'm also an intern my name is Bra."

"Wow you're an intern, too? Do you like it here? Have you learned a lot? Will this cut into my social life?"

"Yes, absolutely, definitely not."

"So how long have you been here?"

"A couple years."

"Wow, I've only been here for a couple weeks."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me, did you meet a Ms. Harris?"

"Yeah she thought I was Dr. Brief's daughter. I was about to tell her I wasn't but Dr. Briefs cut me off."

"You know, Dr. Briefs has a daughter."

"Really? What's her name?"

"Bulma."

"I don't think Dr. Briefs ever mentioned her."

"That sounds like him."

"What?"

"Oh nothing. See you later Marcia."

"No it's Maron."

"Right." Bulma grabbed a bottle of water and went up to her room. Why had her dad hired her? She seemed kind of spacey. Maybe he wanted someone who he could pass as his daughter. She wouldn't put it past him.

Bulma pressed two on her speed dial. "Hey Chi, did we have any homework?"

"I dunno let me call up Goku." Bulma tapped her nails on her desk. She heard the phone ring three times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" It was an elderly man.

"Hello, may I speak to Goku?" Chichi asked.

"There's no Goku here you have the wrong number." There was a click.

"He hung up on me!"

"Call him back."

"Hello." It was the elderly man again.

"Hello, is Goku there?"

"Listen, there is no Goku here-"

There was a voice in the background. "Is that for me, grandpa?"

"No they want some boy named Goku."

"That's for me." Goku took the phone. "Hello?"

Gohan grumbled in the background. "Your father named you Kakkarot not Goku, you tell your little hooligan friends you call you by your name."

"Hello, Goku?"

"Yeah?"

"This is Chichi-"

"And Bulma!"

"-we wanted to know if we had any homework."

"I dunno you should call 18."

Gohan's voice could be heard in the background. "I know her parents didn't name her 18, you kids need to stop butchering people's names. Children these days."

"Call me back and tell me if we have homework."

"Alright bye."

"Tell her not to call here anymore!" Gohan shouted in the background.

"Bye."

"Now I have to call 18. If I knew finding out homework would be this difficult I would have written down the assignment."

"Like you would have remembered."

"Shut up!"

"Just call 18 okay?"

"Whatever." The phone rang a few times.

"Hello?"

"Hey 17 can I speak to 18?"

"No she's not here."

"Who is that?" 18's voice asked from the back round.

"She's out on the corner trying to get some business."

"Who is that?!"

"She blew all her money on crack and now she needs money to buy some more."

"Is that Chichi?"

"But you can talk to me instead. What are you doing Friday night?"

"I have a date with Goku, you know my boyfriend."

"Pity."

"Is that for me?!"

"You know, you could always dump him and go with me."

"It is for me isn't it?! Give me the phone!"

"I don't think we'll be breaking up anytime soon."

"GIVE ME THE PHONE YOU JACKASS!!!"

"I'M TRYING TO TALK ON THE PHONE YOU BITCH!!!"

"HAND IT OVER BASTARD!!!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY ASSHOLE!!!"

There was struggling in the background and a few muffled sentences like:

"Not every mother fucking phone call is for you!"

"I know for a fact that your little ho's don't call 'til after midnight!"

"You would know right!"

"Stop pulling my hair!"

"I will when you stop strangling me!"

Chichi laughed nervously. "I'll call you back." She hung up quickly. "So who next?"

"Yamcha's got a date and Krillin NEVER knows the homework assignments."

"We could call Vegeta."

"Hell no."

"Come on."

"I said no!"

"No need to get hostile. I see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah tomorrow bye."

Bulma checked the clock, it was still early and she had nothing to do. The phone started ringing. She checked the caller id. It was Vegeta. She frowned, how in the hell did he get her number? Probably from Chichi. But why was he checking up on her? She was not a child.

She narrowed her eyes and gave the phone her most menacing stare hoping that he could feel her hatred. When the phone rang the forth time it was obvious that he wasn't getting the message. So she went downstairs to get away from the constant ringing.

"Hey Bulma!"

"Oh hi Marlee, what are you still doing here?"

"It's Maron. I left to run some errands for Dr. Briefs and I came back because he's having company."

"Really, who?"

"He didn't tell you?"

"No, I don't meet clients. I'm more of the behind the scenes person."

"Ms. Harris is coming."

"Tell me, what is it that you do?"

"I help represent the company or that's what Dr. Briefs tells me."

"Like.?"

"I do important stuff like bring him coffee, pick his clothes from the cleaners, and take notes when clients come over."

'Doesn't sound so important to me.' "Wow, he must really trust you to give you such an important role in this company."

"Dr. Briefs tells me I'm a quick learner."

"I bet you are. Well it's been nice talking to you Mary."

"It's Maron."

"Right." Bulma went back to her room with a headache. What puzzled her was that her dad hardly ever took on interns. He said he needed only experienced personal. What was so special about Maron? Although she seemed pretty nice, she didn't come off all that smart. She kept messing up her name on purpose. Probably out of spite. But she really couldn't blame the girl for what her father did. Even if it was easier.

Bulma was walking around the halls. She had a free period because she was exempt from taking the French Exam. She wanted to leave the school but didn't feel like driving. The young genius walked out the building and sat on a bench under her favorite tree. It was a beautiful tree. It's leaves turned auburn in the fall, it blossomed in the spring and it provided shade in the summer.

But right then Bulma didn't care about the tree. She needed a smoke. She pulled out her cigarettes and tried to click on her lighter but it decided not to cooperate. Someone sat down next to her.

It was Vegeta. He pulled out his favorite black lighter with the gold dragon on it, lit his cigarette, and inhaled deeply.

"Can I get a light?"

-- Go on and get the lighter-

He blew out a smoke ring. "No, smoking is bad for your health."

"Hypocritical prick." She muttered under her breath.

Vegeta went on like she hadn't said anything. "So is starving yourself."

For a second Bulma froze then she laughed lightly. "I don't know where you got that idea-"

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that you haven't been eating anything and you look like shit."

"Oh gee thanks for the compliment."

"I'm serious."

"There's nothing wrong with it-"

"Really? Then why where you acting as if you did not know what I was talking about? If there was nothing wrong with it then why were you trying to hide it?"

Bulma stood up. "I don't appreciate you minding my business."

Vegeta grabbed her arm. "You're killing yourself, and if you don't see that you're more of a moron than I thought."

"You know nothing." She hissed, trying to shake him off.

"Hey you guys."

Vegeta let out an exasperated sigh and let go of Bulma's arm. She shook her arm, trying to get some circulation. "Hey Chi, what are you doing out her here?"

"I left my homework in my car. What are you two doing out here? Are you two skipping? Are you smoking? How many times to I have to tell you smoking is bad for you? It causes all kinds of diseases. Do you want to die ten years from now? Did you ever get your homework?"

"Slow down Chi. I'm just out here cause I don't have to take my exam."

"Oh. Did we have homework because Vegeta didn't know either and I don't want to get a zero because-"

"Chichi, calm down! It's not that serious."

"Oh sure you can say that because everything is easy for you-"

"Please, nothing comes without a price, believe me I know. Now go get your homework before you teacher gets suspicious."

Chichi gasped and ran off. "I completely forgot about that!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "How can you stand that harpy?"

"She is not a harpy."

"Sure she isn't. Look I want you to start eating again."

"And since when do you care about me?"

"Since I realized if you die I'll have no one to argue with."

Bulma shook her head. "You don't know what its like and I'll do anything to forget." She ran into the building. Vegeta let her go. She needed time to think.

Bulma went into her bathroom to get ready for bed. She had seen Maron again when she had gotten home. The intern seemed really nice which made it hard for Bulma to dislike her. Hard but not impossible. She washed her face and brushed her teeth.

She walked out of her bathroom and pulled on some PJ's. Bulma picked up a comb to comb her hair but stopped to look a picture of her and her friends. She looked different then. Her face was fuller and her skin had a healthier glow.

Bulma shook her head. At least she was loosing weight and that's all that mattered. She pulled the comb through her hair and gasped. A chuck of hair came right out. No, maybe she just ripped it out. She ran her hand through her blue locks. More hair came out. She was losing her hair.

Bulma sunk to the ground. Maybe something was wrong with her. She crawled over to her phone and shakily punched in a number that she hadn't dialed in a while.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Vegeta. I need help."

-- Had quite a heavy night-

Bulma fidgeted in her seat, squeezing her legs together as she held her hand up high. "Mrs. Green may I go to the restroom."

"Sure thing Bulma."

She walked quickly to the bathroom. Bulma walked to the back stall. It was the large one went for the handicapped. She found the extra space easier to maneuver in. After wiping herself, she pulled up her pants and was about to leave when she heard two familiar voices.

"I can't believe I ate that much Jen, I feel like a cow."

"I told you not to eat that Cinnabon, Brit."

"I know, I know." She walked into the first stall. Bulma grimaced as she heard what sounded a lot like regurgitating. Brittany walked over to the sink and washed out her mouth. "I feel like I just lost ten pounds. Let's hurry up and go see if Steven finished our math homework."

"Can you believe he actually thought you liked him?"

"I know, what a loser. I mean I am so out of his league. What was he thinking."

Bulma slowly walked out of the stall. She couldn't believe what she just heard. So that was they're secret! That was how they stayed so slim. Well if they could do it so could she.

18 sipped some chocolate milk. "So how do you think you did on Ms. Jones pop quiz?"

Chichi folded her arms. "A good friend would have warned me."

"But that would take all the fun out. Besides since when have been a good anything?"

"I might have flunked and if I did I will strangle you."

"I'm sure it will be out of love."

Krillin frowned. "We had a pop quiz in Ms. Jones class?"

"You would have known had you not fallen asleep."

"I couldn't help it, her class is just so damn boring. You could have at least woke me up."

"And disturb your beauty sleep? Perish the thought."

"If I flunk that class I will hold you accountable."

"If you flunk that class it will only be the outcome of your stupidity."

"Don't make me make a blonde crack."

"Don't get me started on you cue ball."

17 ran across the cafeteria and sat down. He kept looking over his shoulder. "Did I lose them?"

"Who the Jordan sisters?"

"No." He shuddered. "Cheerleaders."

18 flinched. "How did you get out of that one?"

"I jumped out the bathroom window. I barely escaped."

Yamcha shook his head. "Why anyone would want to get away from cheerleaders is beyond me."

"You didn't see their faces. They're beasts!" (no offense to any cheerleaders)

Yamcha had a sleazy smile. "That's the way I like them."

18 pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "How many times to I have to tell you? TMI!" (too much information)

He winked at her. "You know you like it."

"Not even in your dreams."

He shrugged. "It couldn't hurt to try."

Vegeta looked behind him. "You might wanna hide 17, your fan club is coming." 17 slipped out of his seat and under the table.

The Varsity Cheerleaders walked up to their table. Ashley looked around. "Have you seen 17?"

18's eyes narrowed "No."

Samantha flipped her blonde hair. "Are you sure?"

She rolled her eyes. "No I'm not sure if I have seen my brother. I must have forgotten what he looked like. Oh darn."

Krystal sighed. "Well if you see him tell him we're looking for him."

"I'll warn him for ya."

The cheerleaders turned around. "Maybe we should check the boys' bathroom again."

17 peeked over the top of the table. Once he was positive the coast was clear he sat back in his seat. "Thanks sis."

"You owe me." She downed the rest of her milk and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Hey B."

Bulma sat down with her tray. "Hey."

"You look happy."

"Yeah."

-- The moon must have mended my bad mood --

"So...."

"So...?"

"Grrrr." 18 slammed her fists on the table. "TELL ME WHY YOU'RE SO FUCKING HAPPY DAMNIT!" She coughed when she noticed the whole cafeteria was staring at her.

"Must I have a reason?"

"Yes you do."

"To bad 'cause I don't."

"I know you do and I WILL find out."

"Sure you will." Before 18 could retort, Bulma inhaled her food and started eyeballing Chichi's.

Chichi moved her tray slightly away from her. "Run out of bagels?"

She blinked. "Huh?"

"The bagels, did you run out?"

"Oh, yeah."

"So did you eat them all or what?"

"We gave them away."

"I thought your mom didn't want to give them away."

"What mom doesn't know won't hurt her. Do you want that roll?"

Chichi stuck her finger in it. "Oh this roll?"

"Never mind."

Vegeta watched her out the corner of her eye. He was going to make sure that she ate every day. He couldn't have her die on him. Who would he yell at? Who would help him with his French homework when everyone else was busy? Who would give him their fries at lunch? He supposed he might miss her presence. Might. Big might. She was eating, yes, but something still was not right. He would have to keep an eye on her. Which was something he did not enjoy. There were better things he wanted to do with his time and that did not include babysitting.

Bulma stood up. "Gotta go, see ya'll later." She left earlier so that she could make a detour to the girl's bath room. She went to the last stall and listened for a moment for any one who might be around. When she was positive no one would here her, she roughly shoved her finger in her throat, emptying the contents of her stomach. She coughed, whipped off her mouth with some toilet paper and went to wash out her mouth.

This was a great plan. Ingenious. Why hadn't she thought of this before? She could eat what ever she wanted and not gain a single pound. Yes this would work. She would loose weight in no time.

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