Well, I didn't have much else to do, so I figured I'd work on the story a bit.

Chapter 2 – Speed

"What class do you have next?"

"Huh?"

"What class do you have next?"

Marron looked up from her desk, to see Pan looking inquisitively at her. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out her crumpled schedule. "Uh…Math." she muttered. The photography teacher was lecturing them all about proper way to take a picture, but, bored, most of the class fell asleep. Pan snatched the schedule out of Marron's hand.

"Hmm…Photo, Algebra, Biology, Computer Programming, Spanish, Band…hey! I have band with you. What instrument do you play?"

Marron shifted uncomfortably. "It's really stupid…I don't wanna talk about it."

Pan just smiled. "Hey. I'm gonna find out anyway, so why not tell me now and get it over with?"

Marron put her head down and groaned loudly. "I don't wanna!" she mumbled. Pan rolled her eyes. "Well, fine then!" she whispered indignantly. "I guess I'm not your friend anymore! You're too smart anyway. You'll end up makin' me look bad!" The bell rang again and a universal sigh of relief carried through the room. Marron backed up her books. She had already lost a potential friend because of her stubbornness. She picked up her bag and sighed softly.

"Marron!" Pan laughed, tapping her on the shoulder. Marron turned around. "Damn, you didn't think I was serious, did you?"

Marron shook her head, slightly embarrassed. "Of course not!" she said. Pan grinned. "Good. Well, look for me or Uub at lunch, okay." she grabbed Uub's arm, who was still snoring loudly. "Uub! Time for Botany!" Uub opened one eye, and then yawned sleepily. "Uhhg…wake me up at three…hey!" Pan grunted irritably and pulled him out of his seat. "Come on, moron!" "HEY! What do you think you're doing!" Uub shrieked. "OW! Hell! My arm doesn't go that way! Pan! Leggo! Agh! You're gonna break it! Lemme go!" Marron giggled as Uub staggered out the door.

'I wonder if they're going out…'

Marron looked at her schedule again and sighed. She forgot to ask them where the Algebra classes were.

"You got a nice ass, blondie." laughed a voice behind her. Marron jumped and turned around. "Mind if I cop a feel" the guy said as he squeezed her butt. Marron turned bright red and slapped him as hard as she could.

"Jackass!"

The guy grinned broadly. "That's what most people call me!" She recognized his face. He was the drummer from the other day. "Or Yamcha." His breath reeked of beer and pot. "Are you drunk, high, or both." she hissed. The boy's grin remained. He just laughed again. "Surprisingly enough, neither. I don't get drunk, and there is only a certain amount of weed one can smoke in the morning, before school starts." Marron shifted nervously. This guy made her uncomfortable…very uncomfortable. "Where is room 451?" she asked.

"Right between rooms 450 and 452."

"I know that" she groaned at the terrible joke. "Just…how do you get there?"

"Well, blue-eyes, you head in that building there" he pointed at the main building, putting his arm around her shoulders. "and it's in the very back of the top floor."

"Thank you." Marron sighed. She began to walk off when he put a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"What do I get in return, girlie? For giving you this vital information, I mean." Marron glared at him fiercely, and then swung a strong kick right at his groin. The boy doubled over and curled up in a ball on the floor. "Y'get that, you pig." she yelled. He eyed her as she stomped out of the building. "Fuckin…bitch…" he groaned miserably. "…hell…."

Marron sat down in the last open seat…which just happened to be next to the blue haired girl from Photography. She looked at the new girl who was sitting down next to her.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully, extending a hand out to Marron.

Marron forced a smile. "Um…hello." she shook the girls hand. "My name is Marron."

"I thought so. I figured that from Photo. Your name is the only one I didn't recognize. I'm Bura Briefs." Marron smiled. "Nice to meet you, Bura."

The teacher looked up from the handout. "YOU LITTLE BRATS BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE I SEND YOU IN THE HALLWAY!" he yelled. Both girls nodded nervously.

"Yes sir!"

Marron pulled out her math notebook and started to doodle mindlessly. Bura peered over. "Hey, you're really good!" she whispered. Marron looked at the paper. It was an angel. She blushed slightly. "Thank you…this is terrible though…"

"No, no! It isn't though. Much better than me."

"Well, let's see."

Marron handed her the pencil and Bura soon belted out a stick figure of a spiky haired monkey stuffing his face. They giggled.

"Who's that? A monkey?"

Bura giggled again. "I told you I was bad. It's my boyfriend, Goten."

"He has a tail."

"He's…well, weird. He wears it a lot…especially at performances. He's in the band…you know, the one that has ads posted everywhere." Marron nodded, and then looked up, to see the teacher glaring at them both. She quickly pretended to be taking notes. Bura did the same.

"Pan and Uub are in it too, you know." Bura whispered to her. Marron nodded again.

"Yeah…I saw them all a couple of days ago. At the coffeehouse."

"I thought I saw you somewhere before…" Bura grinned. "My older brother plays the keyboard for them. He's weird too. They're all a bunch of oddballs, if you ask me. Especially the drummer, Yamcha. He's a perv. I don't see how Pan puts up with him."

Marron winced slightly at the mention of the last one. That was the same guy that was harassing her in the halls. "You have an older brother?" she said, changing the subject to her current object of affection. "What's he like?"

"A science geek. Plain and simple. He's into aliens too. He keeps one in the basement."

"Stop kidding me."

"No, really!" Bura shouted. The teacher smacked his books down on the desk. "THAT'S IT! HALLWAY…NOW! BOTH OF YOU!"

Marron and Bura blinked stupidly. Bura's arms twitched under the weight of the two buckets.

"First day, and I already get kicked out of class…" Marron said pathetically. Bura sighed, and decided to try to keep up the old conversation.

"He really does. He keeps an alien in the basement!"

"Bura, how stupid do you think I am?"

"Honestly! You can come and see for yourself this afternoon, if you want!"

Marron was shocked. Was she just invited to the purple-haired god's house, by his sister? And on the first day of school too? She smiled and nodded. "Fine. I will."

Biology went by uneventfully, and the teacher told Marron how to get to the computer lab for her programming class. She sat down wearily at a computer in the back corner of the room. She was early, so she decided to watch the people that filed in.

Tall, skinny black-haired boy.

'Most likely a drama nerd…'

Shaggy redhead in clothes too big for him.

'…Hippie…'

Girl in a Ramones t-shirt and too much make up.

'…poseur punk…'

Purple-haired hottie.

'God. Holy crap!' she watched him take a seat with Bura's boyfriend and the drama nerd. 'He's in my class! My class!' He turned around and smiled cheerfully at her. 'Breathe stupid! BREATHE! In out…in out'

"Hey Marron."

"Ummm….hi!"

He turned around and started talking with the other guys, while Marron was in the back of the class hyperventilating.

'In...out…in…out…in…out…in…'

"Well, look who it is." said the familiar voice of Yamcha. Marron rolled her eyes and kept walking. He just followed her, a legs' length away.

"Blondie, you killed about 200 little swimmers when you kicked me."

"I'll kill more if you don't shut up."

"Aw, come on. A hot girl like you shouldn't be so cold!"

She swung a kick, but he jumped back, smiling playfully. "Aw…you're so mean to me!"

"Go to hell."

"After you!"

Right before Marron turned around to permanently cripple him, Pan ran up to them. "Hey! Marron! I was looking for you." she said, giving a warning glare to Yamcha. She grabbed her arm and started to pull her over to their lunch table. "I made sure I saved a seat for you, so you better not be sitting with anyone else."

Bura stood in front of the door to their basement, Marron right behind her. "Trunks just permanently moved his room down here too, so I'm not allowed in anymore." she said as she unlocked the door with a credit card. "Hurry up before he gets home." They walked down the steps.

"Bura…maybe we should cut on the lights…"

Bura clapped her hands twice, and the lights cut on.

"The clapper…one of the most pointless technological miracles of our time." Marron nodded in agreement. She eyed the room, in total awe of it all. The room was the first thing she saw. His bedroom-y stuff (bed, dresser, alarm clock, etc.) was on a loft, while a big screen TV hooked up to cable and an Xbox, computer desk, mini-fridge, and microwave were all below it. A keyboard was against the wall and an acoustic guitar was leaning against it There was a bathroom nearby and in the far back of the basement was a makeshift science lab.

"A person could live down here…" she said in awe. Bura just nodded.

"Yup. Earlier this summer he locked the door and didn't come back up 'til he ran out of food."

"Hot damn…"

"HEY! BURA! IS THE DOOR OPEN!"

Marron jumped at the new voice. "B-Bura…" Bura just laughed. "Chill out! It's just Piccolo."

"Isn't that an instrument? You know…like a flute?"

"Stop making fun of my name." said a gruff voice behind her. Marron turned around. In front of her stood a giant, pointy eared, antennae-ed green…thing. Marron's eyes bugged out.

"AGH! MONSTER!" she screeched, running up the steps and right into Trunks. She then lost her balance and tumbled right back down the steps, landing right on Bura. Both girls were twitching uncontrollably. Piccolo sweatdropped. He hated kids.

"Why the hell are you in my room?" growled Trunks. Bura jumped. She figured he was talking to her and not the unconscious girl on top of her.

'Jeez, that doesn't even sound right to think…'

Trunks walked down the steps and picked both girls up. "OUT!" he yelled, tossing them both out the door. He then went up and locked all the locks on the door.

"God, they're both idiots."

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