A/N: Sorry those who read 'Marron the teenage drama queen' but from Bra's POV, Marron isn't a nice person. So she may seem a little bitchy in this story.

When I first arrived at Orange Star High, back when I was in year seven, it went off to a good start. I was smart, pretty and rich, three qualities that also came with popularity, although I was never really popular amongst guys. In fact, most of them HATED me.

Even if there were some girls who thought I was a miserable show-off and pretty much all the guys considered me a know-it-all, it didn't really bother me because a majority of the girls wanted me as their best friend. And what really made settling into high school easy was having my elder brother, his form's most popular person, in the grade above.

But when I finished year eight, everything changed. My teachers were highly impressed with my perfect 100% grades in every subject as well as my perfect attendance record and the amount of extra activities I had taken on which had continued over the past two years. So my teachers held a meeting with Bulma (Of course Vegeta wouldn't go) to discus my schooling and it was decided I should move up a grade.

All my friends were highly impressed. While they would be going into grade nine next year, I was started grade ten. At first, I was excited at meeting new people and learning new things but then I discovered that being smart, no matter how pretty, rich or popular you were in a lower year, did not count to your social status. In general, I was now the dork of my grade despite my brother's impressive reputation.

So now school isn't my favorite thing in the world, as it used to be. But even so I am still the top of my grade, despite the fact I was a year younger than the average class age. So when I trudged along to school a the day after Bulma's shopping trip, the usual feeling of complete and utter depression fell into my stomach.

When I entered the classroom, I could hear people talking in loud voices about dates and dancing and scowled, realizing what had just happened. Trunks had announced his upcoming party to everyone in our class. Most likely by lunch, the whole school would know.

"Hey Bra!" Goten cried, waving frantically from across the room. I waved in reply and dropped into the seat at a table behind him and Marron, Trunks sitting at the table next to us with Josh. Because I had no other friends in this large, party going, hyperactive teenage group, I clung to my brother however sad that may sound.

As our teacher entered the room, my eyes fell on Marron who was nattering away to Goten. Her brilliant green eyes were focused on Trunks who was hurriedly copying notes, hardly noticing her watching him. Goten seemed to take an interest in where her eyes went though and you could almost feel his heart leap out of his stomach when she tossed her lavish blonde hair and winked in his direction, hoping to catch Trunks' eye.

The odd thing about this form was that certain private matters like peoples relationships were common knowledge. If I had a boyfriend (Something which would NEVER happen mind you) I would rather keep it a secret than have everyone know. What's the sense in that? But anyway, it is 'common school knowledge' that Goten has feelings for Marron, but she has a crush on Trunks, my brother. Kind of a nice circle happening between the children of three families of close friends, wouldn't you agree?

At lunchtime, I followed Trunks into the cafeteria as usual and sat at his table as I always did. Marron strode towards us, giving a demonstration of a model on a catwalk and approached Trunks with the widest smile a human being could possibly make.

"Hey Trunks, mind if I sit here?" She dimpled. By dimpled, I mean that her smile was so large, the dimples in her cheeks reminded me of slightly deformed wrinkles.

"Yeah, whatever." Trunks said carelessly and turned back to her to face someone else. I gave him a wide smile of appreciation.

Marron sat beside him and daintily chewed her lunch while the other girls watched eagerly. I let out an exasperated sigh which took all of Marron's strength to ignore. My smile broadened; I had an advantage. Marron wouldn't say anything if she was trying to convince Trunks to date her at this party.

It wasn't as if Marron was the main problem. The main problem was Eliza. Marron was, shall we say, the side dish. Eliza was watching me with those dull brown eyes of hers, her rather squished up face filled with utter loathing and hatred. I smiled a falsely charming smile, only deepening her scowl.

"So Trunks, most guys are taking their girlfriends to your party...." Marron trailed away, her eyes on the back of his lavender head.

"Yeah. I guess they would." Trunks said carelessly. "Sorry to sound rude Marron, but I'm kind of in the middle of a conversation."

Marron didn't reply, but slowly rose to her feet and moved across the table to sit with Eliza, who was still watching me with hatred.

Eliza had hated me since we started high school. It was the beginning of the year and grades seven and eight combined together to perform in a school drama production of a classic tale called 'The Wizard of Oz'. Both Eliza and I auditioned for the part of Dorothy and, as always, I came out on top. Eliza ended up being the wicked witch of the East, which meant she had no lines and her only part in the play was sticking her overgrown feat out from underneath a cardboard house.

She has hated me ever since. Only from what I gather, she doesn't seem to want everyone to know it. If she did, she wouldn't have to wait until after school for us to engage in, shall we say, or usual afternoon sports.

"You're being unusually quiet, Bra." Trunks whispered into my ear, trying his best to ignore the giggling blondes watching him from afar. "Something wrong?" I suddenly broke out of my dreamy state and put of such a large smile, it practically sickened me. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say I had no idea what was wrong with me and shoveled a mouthful of the strange green substance we had been served for lunch into my mouth and chewed merrily, despite the oncoming taste of rotten lime.

Not entirely convinced, Trunks turned his back on me and talked to Goten instead. As soon as his head was turned, I spat out my food and made my way to the library. The only place in the school where I could have some peace and tranquility.

I hadn't noticed Marron leave the table but she was now sitting in the corner of the library alone, staring absent mindedly into space. There were several reasons why I had to be nice to Marron. First and foremost, she is my only chance for popularity in grade ten. Secondly, our families are close friends, and if we were mean to each other, they would know about it. And finally, Marron isn't THAT bad. In fact, compared to Eliza, she was as sweet as anything.

"What are you doing here?" Marron asked, breaking out of her dissolution.

"Well, most of my high school years have revolved around this area of our school in some way." I said with a shrug, flopping down beside her and enjoyed watching the puzzled expression on her face while she tried to work out what I had just said.

"Oh. That makes sense." She said after a while, then added quickly. "I'm not doing anything."

"You have no idea how suspicious that sounds, Marron. It is pretty obvious that you are planning some sort of scheme. Something to do with my brother and his party, perhaps?"

Marron narrowed her eyes in an all too familiar way. "Of course not! Like I said, I'm not doing anything."

"That's what worries me." I said with a laugh, just as the bell rang. Marron leapt to her feet and stalked past me. I followed her, still laughing psychotically.

When school ended, and the entire class rang with sighs of relief, I groaned almost painfully and for good reason too! We had only just begun to start a new science topic. While others hurried out of the room, I stayed behind and copied down a few more notes before our science teacher had to literally drag me from the room.

I was the last one in the locker room when I arrived. That was, accept for Eliza, a single giggling blonde named Anna and a tall, ethnic and heavily muscled girl with dreadlocks known as Mez. No one knew her real name.

"Well look who finally decided to show up." Eliza said with a grin that made her resemble a large, warty toad. "We thought you wouldn't be coming, Bra."

Anna spluttered with false laughter when Eliza put full emphasis on her name. Mez was coming closer to me and I pretended to be intimidated as I always did. You would think that after all these years, she would have grown wise to the fact that alien life forms are actually stronger than the common human being. Most times, I would have taken sheer delight in breaking my mother's rule in letting them know the secret of my father's origin. Of course, then they would know I was COMPLETELY insane.

"So, what Bra do you have on today?" Eliza asked, shoving her ugly pug face right up into mine so our eyes met. I noticed her's glowing fiercely, is if they were on fire. "Oh yeah. Little girly-girls who are only fifteen don't need to wear bras, do they?"

"I'm only a year younger than you, Eliza." I said evilly, but still smiling. "And I believe that Anna's crush is only fifteen as well."

Anna's usually perfect slender face turned a strange shade of red. Images of a large turnip flashed into my mind. I was unsure if she was red with embarrassment or rage, but the next sentence cleared all my queries up.

"YOU LEAVE GOTEN OUT OF THIS!!" She bellowed. Mez put a hand to her rosy pink lips to silence her.

"Shut up you idiot! Don't want some teacher coming in here, do you?" Eliza warned. Mez removed her oversized, tattooed hand and Anna nodded apologetically.

"Right." Eliza began again, facing me once more and rolling up her sleeves. "You're meant to be real pally with Goten Son, right? So the girls and I want you to hook Anna up with Goten and my good friend Marron up with Trunks. You got that?"

"No, actually." I said, turning my back on them to face my locker. "Your primitive vocabulary is far too difficult to understand. However, if you loose some of the slang and that awful false American accent, I may be able to decode the general point of this conversation. With the help of several hand gestures, as well."

I may not be excellent at martial arts, but I knew enough basics to know how to sense ki. So I was able to feel Mez's ki rise immensely and ducked just as her fist shot over my head and collided with the steel wall at the back of my locker. Mez ripped her hand out, which was throbbing painfully, and stroked it like a kitten. Her angry eyes never left me.

"Right you." She breathed deeply. "Never insult Eliza like that, you hear me? You little nerd, do what we say!"

"Make me." I said airily turning back to my locker and trying to hide my pleasure in tormenting them so much.

"Gladly." Mez said as she grabbed the back of my shirt. I sighed loudly as she attempted to strangle me. When Eliza and Anna saw her struggling, they leapt onto my back as well.

I had to admit that now I was struggling a little to stand up. But I managed to hold up long enough to swing them off my back, grab my things and slam my locker shut. Then I watched them scramble to my feet with amusement.

"Till next time, then?" I said in a false, sweet voice as if we were choosing the next time to meet for a golf club.

"Just wait, Bra Briefs!" Eliza shrieked, forgetting to lower her voice. "I am SO going to kill you!"

I backed out of the room and ran to the bus stop where Marron, Goten and Trunks were waiting impatiently.

"Bra, you can't always be this late if you want to come home with us!" Trunks shouted when he saw me approaching. "Where were you, anyway."

"Oh no where." I said hurriedly as the bus rolled around the corner. "Hey, bus is here."

I knew exactly how my family would react if I told them about what went on between Eliza and I every afternoon. Vegeta would insist I pulverize her, Bulma will burst into a fit of hysterics and Trunks would storm up to the school and take the advice our dear father had intended me to use. Which wouldn't be too good for him if he wanted to get into a good university.

So I sat on the bus next to Trunks and talked to him cheerfully, while he was completely unaware that Eliza, Anna and Mez were making up new plans to 'kill me' as we spoke.