A/N: Hey hey hey. Check out Wy's story Let's Go Public. Having said that, read on for Chapter three! Hehe.
Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT
Chichi didn't open her eyes until the sun was blazing in the room, heating her skin. She stretched her arms and legs and rolled on her stomach, burying her head into the pillow. Eighteen had already left for school, leaving a heap of clothes in the middle of her bedroom floor from deciding on the right clothes. It shouldn't have been that hard, a majority of the clothes were black. Chichi sat up slowly, yawning on her way. She looked at the clock. It wouldn't be long before school was out. She decided to walk to the school and wait for Eighteen, nothing else to do. She wouldn't be writing the paper until the last minute anyway.
She stood and walked to the bathroom, pulling out her toothbrush and other personal belongs. Her clothes fell to the floor easily and she stood in the shower, turning on more hot water than cold. The water fell against her skin, relaxing her muscles from any tensions. As she finished cleaning up she wrapped a towel around her slim body and looked in the mirror. A scar ran across her left shoulder, small enough that it could be hidden. She remembered very well how it had gotten there, and shook her head to think of something else. She dressed in a deep red shirt and black jeans, pulled the only coat she had over them. There was a few buttons missing but she did what she could and walked out the door.
Eighteen lived closer to the school so walking was no big deal. She easily made it in time before the last bell of the day ended and stood in front, resting against a tree with a cigarette in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was thinking, so she didn't notice the large man that stood before her.
"Hey," The voice made her jump and she dropped her cigarette.
"Shit," She grumbled, "What the hell do you want?" She looked up into the eyes of the man that disturbed her and glared.
"Sorry, just sayin' hey," Goku Son smiled a friendly smile.
"You owe me a cigarette," She replied, crossing her arms across her chest and tilting her head.
"I don't smoke," He told her, "I can try and get Vegeta to give you one."
"BAKA!" The booming voice yelled across the courtyard, "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Goku grinned at Chichi and gave a nervous laugh.
"That would be him." Chichi looked over her shoulder at the owner of the voice and it turned out to be the boy who wanted a cigarette from before.
"He's talking here," Chichi spat back, giving him a view of an unmistakable finger. This caused Goku to laugh more.
"I don't care what the hell he's doing, if he wants a ride home he better get his dumb ass over here before I leave him!" Vegeta gave a triumphant look and crossed his arms.
"Then I'll just have to get him a ride home, you prick," Chichi said calmly, but her face showed annoyance.
"Who the hell are you to call me a prick, stupid slut," Vegeta said while walking towards them. Chichi smiled a sweet but bitter smile.
"It's none of your business, ass wipe," She turned back to Goku but Vegeta put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him.
"Don't look away when I'm talking to you," He warned. She spat in his face.
"Don't touch me when I don't give you permission," She told him. Goku just watched the two argue and stood ground, ready to defend if necessary. He didn't know who he would need to defend… the conceited male or the tough female. He shrugged to himself.
"Not even in school and you're getting' in fights," Eighteen's voice was sweet as honey, a sarcastic tone tingling in.
"This bastard thinks he has a right to order people around," Chichi glared.
"He IS a bastard, I'll give you that," Eighteen laughed softly.
"Stay out of this, Eighteen," Vegeta told her, glaring as well, "What the fuck kind of name is Eighteen, anyway?"
"I think it sounds better than something similar to vegetable," Eighteen remarked while crossing her arms, "So fuck off." Goku began to laugh and the three looked at him, surprised and angry.
'What the hell is your problem?" Chichi asked.
"Vegeta causes so many fights," Goku told her, "I just think it's funny that he can't get any girls because he's always fighting with them."
"Shut up, baka," Vegeta growled, "That's it, I'm leaving. Get your own ride home." And with that he walked to his car, got in and sped off.
"Great," Goku muttered. Eighteen shrugged and Chichi looked like she couldn't care less.
"I'll get you a ride home," Eighteen said, "Just follow us to my house first." She led the way and Chichi and Goku followed, "Ey Chi, did you see my brother around today?"
"No," Chichi told her, shoving her hands in her pockets, "I've been asleep."
"Figures," Eighteen shrugged and stopped in front of her house, opening the gate to get inside.
"Wow… this house is huge," Goku said, staring wide eyed at the house.
"Eighteen's a little rich girl," Chichi said, smiling a little bit while making fun of her friend, "Daddy and Mommy pay for everything."
"Hey," Eighteen glared, "I get by."
Chichi nodded, "So do I."
A/N: Haha. Thanks for the reviews!