Chapter Two

Bulma rushed to get to her class, when she realized that she had the wrong binder. She turned the other way, back to her locker and then made her way to class again.

Her science teacher most likely wouldn't care, but she was never late for class. She opened the door, expecting to see the dull face of Mrs. Blidelta and a class full of chattering students. But it was the exact opposite.

Everyone was sitting in their rightful seats and eerily quiet. Bulma looked up front and realized that it wasn't Mrs. Blidelta. Instead, there was a woman not much older then themselves, with long auburn hair with black highlights. Bulma could see why no one was fooling around. One look at the new teacher's fierce face and you could tell that she was not meant to be messed with.

"You're late." she stated calmly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's just I tripped on this-"

She raised her hand and stopped Bulma from talking. "Let's see…name?"

"Bulma Briefs."

"Hhmm…Briefs…" she looked through a manila folder, with her eyes going down the list slowly. "Here we go. You've never been late before right?" she looked up.

Bulma nodded.

"Okay, then. You're off the hook…for now. Please sit down."

Bulma walked over to her seat, and noticed that the rude girl from earlier, Chichi, was there. Then as her eyes roamed around the room. She realized that there were a lot of people in class that she never paid any attention to. There was that short bald guy who lost his book, and a girl Bulma saw earlier with Yamcha.

"Alright, as I was saying," started the new teacher. "I'm Miss. Caliata, your new science teacher."

Someone raised their hand.

"Yes?"

"Umm, I was wondering what happened to Mrs. Blidelta." a boy in the back shyly asked.

"She was fi-" Miss. Caliata didn't get to finish (though they had good idea of what she was going to say anyway) because two other people just stepped inside the room late.

One of them was the guy who hit her in the head with the football. The other guy had flame like hair was obviously a skater, once you saw his skateboard in hand, and ripped jeans, showing he must've fallen quite a lot.

Miss. Caliata sighed and turned to them.

"You're late." she said flatly, starting to lose patience. She didn't even give them a chance to try and make an excuse. "Name?"

"Goku Son." the jock replied.

"You've been late before."

"Yeah um, because I had to meet with my coach." Goku said.

It was obvious to Bulma that he was lying, with the way he looked around the room. Either that, or he never saw the science room before.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, but told him to sit down in the end. "Name?" she asked the skater boy.

He rolled his eyes and said "Take a guess."

Miss. Caliata's eyes flashed and she smiled sarcastically. "Ahh, Vegeta Ouji?"

She had heard stories about this 'teenage delinquent' before. Most of them were bad.

He didn't say anything, but made his way to his seat by the window.

But Miss. Caliata decided to be lenient by saying, "Next time is detention."

"Whatever." replied Vegeta.

Miss Caliata went on with the lesson and no one really paid attention. Bulma once again took in her surroundings and tried figuring out who she knew. Which was one girl and another boy, who she only knew since he asked her out…while she was still dating Yamcha. Needless to say he wasn't too happy.

Her eyesmoved over to Krillin who was diligently taking notes, then over to Chichi and her small group of friends talking in hushed voices. Bulma took out her pen, getting ready to at least pretend to be taking notes, when a spinning sound caught her attention. A few desks down on her right, sat Vegeta. He was carelessly spinning the wheels on his skateboard and staring out the window.

'Hmm, he's kind of hot…like Yamcha. Great, I'm thinking about that bastard again.' she absentmindedly took her pen filled with hot pink ink, and stabbed the paper in her binder. She breathed in and out slowly. 'It's healthy anger management.' she told herself, then looked back at the stabbed papers. 'Ookaay. So it's not too healthy.'

Bulma stared at her papers, imagining it to be Yamcha's face, and looked up when she heard-

"Okay now, since you all seem SO interested in what I'm saying, I'll make your groups myself." she said.

"What!" yelped half of the class.

"Good, now that I have your attention, I'll pair you all up. You'll all be in groups of six. Once I call out your group, pick out a table with your group and think of some ideas.This project will be about half of your final report card grade, and remember, the more creativity, the better."

The class groaned.

"Okay, group one…Caroline Winters… Michael Lite, Rachel Gellar, Rayne Kino, Daniel Yoone, and…Jade Parker."

There was a small rustle of books moving around and soon, Miss. Caliata continued. "Group two…Chichi Mau, Krillin Roshi, Goku Son, Bulma Briefs…Vegeta Ouji, and…Juuhachigo Gero."

Bulma stared at the teacher in horror. 'Chichi the bitchy cheerleader, Krillin the absolute geek, Goku the dumb ass jock, Vegeta the arrogant skater, and…who's Juuhachigo Gero!'

The rest class was also staring at Miss Caliata, wondering what she had gotten herself in and thinking the same thing. CLIQUE CLASH!

Miss. Caliata looked up expectantly and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Get moving!"

The six of them stood up reluctantly and Bulma saw who Juuhachigo Gero was. She was a pretty blond girl wearing badly ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with red words saying 'You live to live and I live to fuck.'

Bulma now wished that she didn't know who Juuhachigo was. 'Arg! And a punk too! Is Miss. Caliata BLIND! How are we supposed to work on a project together!'

Bulma sighed, moving to the table that most of them were at, and sat down.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and none other then Goku to break the it. "So…"

Silence again.

'Okay, that's enough. I've never failed anything and I'm not planning to.'

"So, anyone have any ideas?" Bulma asked.

"Well, we could do a hybrid chart with some hamsters." supplied Krillin, putting away his large rimmed glasses.

Bulma nodded. "Okay, anyone else have any ideas?"

"Why are you trying to be nice?" asked Goku suddenly.

Bulma blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard him." said Chichi. "Why are you acting like we're all friends or something."

'Geez, a girl can't be polite around here?' wondered Bulma.

"I just don't want to fail this class." Bulma was looking through her notes, but could feel the eyes being rolled from Chichi.

"Well, then let's get started." said Goku enthusiastically. He noticed the looks on their faces and added. "If I fail I'm kicked off of the team."

Realization dawned on their faces, but still no one moved.

"Okay, do we agree with the whole hamsters thing?" asked Bulma, trying to be patient. To actually pass this class, they needed to be at least somewhat polite to eachother.

Chichi made a face. "Why hamsters? Can we get germs from them?"

"Yeah," drawled Juuhachigo "Wouldn't want poor Chichi to get- dare I say it- dirty."

Chichi didn't pick up on the sarcasm and nodded and said "She's right."

"She was kidding you pompom girl." Vegeta said, rolling his eyes.

Chichi looked outraged at the name and Bulma turned to him, "What do you think we should do?"

He snorted. "Like I care."

"Alright, then. It's settled with the hamsters. Goku you get some poster board for the chart, uhh, Krillin you can look up different types of hamsters and pick two, then Chichi you can go buy the hamsters-" Bulma started giving out orders, when Chichi stopped her.

"What? Why me?"

'Because I don't like you.' Bulma thought wryly. "Well, because you seem more suited for it."

"What! But-"

"Anyways," Bulma continued before Chichi finished. "Juuha-"

"18" she interrupted.

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Umm, what?"

"Don't call me Juuhachigo, call me 18."

"Umm, okay. You, me and Vegeta over there, can look for more information and record the results."

"Where are we going to do all this?" asked Krillin.

"Well, who wants to keep the hamsters at their house?"

Silence.

Bulma let out an exasperated breath. "Fine, I will then. And I'll get back to you on when we start." she started packing up as the bell rang. 'Saved by the bell.'

This period was her lunch time, and she was thankful for it. Bulma grabbed her bagged lunch and found the table where her friends were at. Their tabled was in the middle of the lunch room, right next to the cheerleaders, who were on the left of the jocks. All the way in the back sat the punks and skaters. The more outcast type of kids of the school sat all the way in front to the right, and the smart outcasts were on the left.

"Hey Mel. This is so not my day." complained Bulma. "Why can't it end?"

Mel giggled. "Hang in there Bulma." then she turned serious again. "I heard about you and Yamcha today."

Bulma groaned. "That asshole." was all she said.

"Are you REALLY leaving him this time, or are you going to forgive him when he comes crawling back?" asked Melanie. "You know he's no good. I don't see why you still keep him around."

"I don't know, it's just…I don't know!" Bulma rest her head on he table and finally murmured. "I don't want to be alone."

"That's ridiculous! You can get like, ant guy in this whole school." said Melanie, smiling to keep her eyes from flashing green They were friends, but she couldn't help but feel jealous sometimes.

"Let's just drop it." replied Bulma, taking out her bottle of water. "If he comes back I'll see what I'll do."

"Bulma!" someone called out.

She looked up to see a brunette with twinkling amber eyes. "Oh, hi Ashley."

Ashley was another close friend of Melanie and hers.

"Bulma, I forgot my lunch, can you wait on the line with me?"

"Why?"

Ashley pointed to the lunch line where there were skaters waiting on the line and messing around by trying to skate on the railing that was separating the line from lunch line from the drinks line. The lunch monitors have long since given up on trying to get them to stop.

"Yeah, so?"

Ashley let out a whimpering sound and said "I'm scared."

"Scared? Of them?"

She nodded.

Bulma smack her forehead in exasperation, but got up anyway. "Alright."

Ashley smiled and walked with Bulma to the line.

"What're you gonna get anyway? Most of the food here tastes nasty." pointed out Bulma.

"I think I'll have a plain bagel or something. And a Snapple." she replied. "They don't have lattes here, right:

"No," Bulma laughed. "They don't."

"Thought so."

"So, why are you afraid of them?" asked Bulma curiously, and she pointed to the skaters.

"I'm not exactly afraid of them. I'm just afraid that they'll crash into me or something." replied Ashley as they neared the food.

"And you have me to in front of you so that I get hit while YOU stay perfectly fine."

"Yep."

'Hmm, the chocolate pudding's looking good, maybe I'll…" Bulma trailed off in her thoughts as she reached out to get herself a cup when-

Just then a Bulma felt something hit her in the side and pushed her head first into the-what else-pudding.

'I am so fucking jinxed.' was her only thought, before slowly turning around. The whole cafeteria was quiet and she could see Ashley looking both worried and slightly guilty. 'Must not scream.' she told herself. Bulma looked around for the guy who crashed into her and saw that it was Vegeta, he didn't even look sorry in the least. He was amused. Smug. 'Must not scream.' On the brink of laughing while her hair was dripping. Oh fuck this.

"Watch where you're going next time!" she shouted at him, that was the only thing that came to her mind to say. But before he could reply, she stalked out of there, and into the hallway to get to the bathroom. She could almost here the people now laughing in the cafeteria.

She turned on the faucet in the girl's room and washed her face, then hair. Bulma looked down at her blouse and saw a stain that wasn't about to be washed away anytime soon.

This was most definitely not her day.

(A/N) Review! I don't know when the next chapter's actually going to come out because I gave school in a week. So let's just hope it comes out soon.