Title:Fall To Pieces

Summary: There was the cheerleader, the prep, the jock, the punk, the geek, and the skater boy. From different cliques, will they be able to become friends through a school project…and maybe something more? And how long would it last? BV CCG K18

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ...ya know the rest..

(A/N) Okay, this is a high school fic. But they're not all friends in the beginning and with twists and turns, they just might be in the end. There's a reason for the title too.

Chapter One

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BEEEEPP

A blue haired girl at 17, shot up from her bed sharply and groaned. Walking towards her in-room bathroom, she already knew it wasn't her day.

Her eyes were hardly open, and her cerulean locks were in knots. And that was only appearance wise. Her comb was missing, her toothbrush took exactly nine minutes to find, and the toothpaste squirted all over her face. Yet, outside the sun was bright and the birds were chirping. She scoffed. Irony.

After throwing on a classy blouse and a pair of black jeans, she rushed downstairs while at the same time putting on some lip gloss.

"Bulma, honey!" came the unmistakable voice of her cheery mom. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No time, sorry! Got to go bye mom!" Bulma gave her mother a quick kiss on her cheek and did the same with her dad, who was starting to tasting his coffee. "Bye dad, oh, can I have that?" she quickly swiped his coffee and was out the door before he had a chance to even utter a syllable.

Bulma got into her cherry red convertible, and quickly drove off to her school.

She walked up to the door and met her close friend, Melanie. She had strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey Bulma!" she greeted.

"Hi, did the bell ring yet?" Bulma asked, sipping her coffee and immediately making a face. "Ugh, this is black coffee."

"Well, then just throw it out, and to answer your last question, we still have a few minutes before classes start." Melanie replied.

Bulma nodded and made her way to the trash can, careful to not get in the way of the skaters, who were trying to skate on the statue of school's first principal. The flap on the trash can made a clomping sound as it closed and she looked up. The sight made her sigh and told her to get ready for another confrontation.

"Hey, little miss priss, are you going to be standing there all day?" asked a feminine voice from behind her.

Bulma turned and was met with a girl with raven black hair and narrowed brown eyes. She was wearing a red cheerleading outfit and had a gum wrapper in her hand.

'Oh, a pompom girl…Never really got along with them. What was her name again? Chelsea?' Bulma was taken out of her thoughts when the girl spoke again.

"Hello? Anyone there?" The cheerleader started tapping her foot impatiently.

"Wait, what did you call me before?"

"Oh, you mean little miss priss?" she asked. "Well, that's what some people call you. And I think the name probably suits you well."

Bulma was stunned at the girl's rudeness.

The cheerleader sighed exasperatedly, pushed Bulma out of the way, and discarded her gum wrapper.

'Bitch.' Thought Bulma as she walked over to Melanie.

"Why were you talking to Chichi?" inquired Melanie at once.

"Oh, so that's her name." said Bulma.

"Yeah, that's her- Chichi 'Bitchy' Mau. "Don't you have science with her or something?"

"Yeah…I guess." Bulma shrugged.

Just then the firstbell rang.

Bulma got her needed books from her locker and saw a certain someone she needed to talk to, come her way.

"What the hell do you mean I'm exagerating!" shouted Bulma to her boyfriend, Yamcha. They were together for about two and a half years, if you don't count the 23 break-ups in between. "I know what I saw!"

Passer Byers already formed a crowd around the couple, or soon to be ex-couple, and watched Yamcha start cowering at Bulma's glare.

"It's not like that!" he tried explaining. "You see-"

"Yeah, I see someone who's never going to change their stupid ways. So good-bye." Bulma said before he could finish. She turned and opened her locker, taking out a purple picture frame. She shoved it into his hands and walked to her next class. Science. They had the most horrible teacher in that subject. But it was good for the students who got to do pretty much anything they wanted.

Then, as if her day couldn't get any worse, something hit her hard in the back of her head, making her trip on something on the ground.

"Shit!" she got up and turned around to see two boys- one with crazy hair wearing a jersey, and a short one with no hair at all.

"Uh, sorry I kind of lost control of the ball there." he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"You think?" Bulma asked, while picking up the football and a…book? She looked to the short guy. "This yours?"

He nodded.

She handed them back their things and sighed. 'This day can't get any worse, can it?'

Just then, the tardy bell rang. 'Shit!'

(A/N) I tried introducing most of the charaters in this chapter, but couldn't get all of them in. And I'm sure you figured out who's in which type of clique, but I'll tell you just in case.

Cheerleaders: Chichi
Preps: Bulma
Jocks: Goku
Punks: 18
Geeks: Krillin

Skaters: Vegeta

So, what do you think? Tell me in a review! And if you have to flame or something, have something to back it up with. Don't just say it sucks without any reasons.

I PROMISE NOT TO GIVE UP ON THIS FIC like the others. Believe me.

One last thing if anyone cares: I'm also rewriting My Identity and it's coming along, so hopefully that'll be out soon.