Chapter 2
Math
Goku looked around, a little confused as to where to sit, for he and Krillin were the only two of the gang who had Math the first hour. Suddenly, his eye fell on the leader of the Dragon Riders, with three other members.
One of them was a young gal with blue hair, but yellow, cat-like eyes, with her hair tied in a braid at the nape of her neck. A ribbon was tied around it at the base, with none other than a Dragon imprinted on it. The second was another girl, but she had fierce red hair that was done in two ponytails at the upper-sides of her head, and somehow maneuvered to make them look like mouse-ears. There were two blood red stripes running over her cheek, and one over her forehead. Her eyes were a clear blue. The last one, a boy with flame-like black hair (like Vegeta) on the front, and a waterfall of cascading inkish hair running down his back. It had been tied in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. There was a blood red line painted on his face to go over his left eye. But this guy's eyes…… they freaked practically everyone out.
There were no pupils, no one could read his eyes, and they were drenched in the color of blood.
This guy looked pretty pissed, as he readjusted his handless Dragon gauntlets.
As Goku approached them, the boy's ears perked and he turned his head in Goku's way. That's something Goku also noticed then; the boy's ears were pointed.
Goku just gave the boy his child-like grin, and asked: "Can I sit here?"
"We don't know," the blue haired girl said, "can you?"
The four Dragon Riders snickered, and Goku blinked.
"That wasn't nice!"
"I never said it was, now did I?"
"Yo Goku!" Krillin shouted, waving his friend over. "Over here!"
Goku grinned stupidly, and walked over, with the Dragon Riders watching him with wry smirks on their faces. However, once he was gone, the second boy's smirk fell and his eyebrows dipped down to meet his nose, and he growled ferociously.
"I don't like him," the redhead said angrily as she grabbed a small mirror and a small handbag, applying some mascara to her eyelashes.
"He's too curious for his own good," the blue haired female said.
"And why would that be, Rez?" Vegeta asked wryly.
"Curiosity killed the Dragons you know?" Rez answered.
Just then, the teacher walked in, and the redhead had hidden her make-up so fast, that no one saw it happen.
The teacher was a middle-sized woman with spectacles, straight black hair and brown eyes.
"Good morning class, I am Mrs. Tafazoli, and I will be your teacher in Math. Math is not based on opinions, but the bare facts, so there are no such things as half-wrong. There is only wrong, and right."
The red eyed boy snorted softly, his gaze absolutely penetrating. Some kids wondered why he never managed to burn a hole in everyone's soul.
They were each allowed to walk around and talk, but the Dragon Riders just sat and talked with each other. The red-eyed boy however, hardly moved. His cold eyes were focussed on something no one could see, as they burned brighter than fire.
Practically everyone soon learned not to approach the Dragon Riders, for they had a tendency of becoming very angry. However, not everyone got the picture.
Goku approached them again, and asked a simple question.
"Might I ask who you are? Exactly?"
The redhead growled as she glared at him, and said: "None of your damned business! Get lost!"
"If you know a maze for me to get lost into, can you point me to it then?" Goku asked.
The redhead was left gaping as a few people began to chuckle, hiding it behind their hands.
After awhile, the blue-head turned her head and said: "You're annoying, so leave us alone."
"Once I have your names," Goku replied.
The two galls looked at their leader, silently asking for help.
He sighed and said: "Whatever. I am Vegeta, last names don't matter for us. These are Rez," the blue haired girl snorted, "Zachana ©," the redhead sneered angrily at Goku, "and Haelles ©," the red-eyed boy didn't even acknowledge the fact that he was being introduced.
Goku tilted his head and said: "Your friend's rather silent, you know."
Haelles then spoke with a voice so piercing, that almost everyone wanted to curl up and die: "Unless you want me to serve your parents your head on a silver platter, then you'd better fuck off right now."
Krillin, who had been watching, gulped nervously, but Goku wasn't fazed. Haelles hadn't moved, but Goku noticed that he was rather pale, almost white, which was accented by his inkish black clothes.
"You look rather ill, have you eaten this morning?" Goku asked.
Haelles didn't move when he said: "I'm naturally pale."
"Oh."
Art
Chichi, Jay and Juu walked into Art class, looking around warily. A lot of people were already painting, including a few members of the Dragon Riders. One of them, a spiked redhead with a set of frowning emeralds, dabbed his brush in a bright red splotch of paint, which he carefully spread over the canvas he was working on.
Maneuvering around a few other working people, she made her way over to him, watching him paint. Her eyes widened once she realized what he was making.
A large, winged, yellow colored creature lay, asleep, on a bed of gold, silver, silk, velvet, and the most precious gems she had ever heard of. It was spread under the creature, and Chichi instantly recognized the creature. It was made so realistic that there was no denying possible.
"A Dragon?!" she asked, and the boy turned his head, before turning to the painting again.
Juu and Jay walked over as well, watching the painting with wonder, but keeping quiet. The brush was rather small, but it was a very accurate piece of work, and he needed silence to work, so they left him as he continued.
The teacher, Miss Cunningham, was a nice teacher, and allowed them to work so she could figure out what they liked. She also did a check to see if everyone was there.
"Chichi Mau."
"Here!" Chichi said, raising her hand.
"Juuhachigou Ribbon."
"Just 'Juu' will do fine!" Juu called out.
"Juunanagou Ribbon."
"Call me Jay."
"Elvor Greadon ©."
The spiked redheaded Dragon Rider turned to face the teacher, turned back to his painting and said: "Present."
This continued for awhile, with two more Dragon Riders in the group. Eneii Trazks ©, a curly blonde with dark blue eyes, and Ancha Zeloy ©, a sweet blonde with aquamarine eyes and a gentle face. Ancha almost looked too nice to be a Dragon Rider, but her clothing gave it all away.
Chichi however, had a feeling she'd seen the young girl somewhere before.
History
The woman that entered had long golden hair, which surprised Bulma to no end. Her eyes were highly slanted, and the woman looked like a more adult version of Laze, hadn't it been for the woman's eyes, which were a dark magenta.
"Good morning, I am Azanka Milen ©. I really don't mind if you call me 'Azanka', 'ma'am', or anything else, as long as it's not negative. I'll be your History teacher for this year, and my behavior depends completely on your own. Doesn't it, Laze, Norak?" the woman asked with a smirk, and Bulma looked from Laze to Norak.
"Tha it does, ma'am," the two of them said politely at the same time.
Azanka nodded.
"Alright, now, some of you are familiar, others are not, but not to worry, I have certain ways of getting to know-- MR. YAMAGACHI!!!" she suddenly shouted angrily, and Yamcha fell onto the floor with a loud thud.
He had been too occupied with staring at Bulma in shock at where she sat.
"Y-y-yes ma'am?" he asked once he sat back in his chair, embarrassed.
The entire room was looking in his direction, some in confusion, but Laze and Norak looked pissed off. Azanka looked quite mad as well.
"I'm rather surprised, Mr. Yamagachi, that Miss Briefs has yet to dump you after the things you did to her. If you were to treat my daughter that way, not only would she beat you up, I'm sure my husband would be thrilled to personally kill you."
"Mother," Laze whined, "why would I want such a dweeb as him?! He's not even worth my time!! He's utterly disgusting!"
The Dragon Rider defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and Bulma stared at Laze in shock. No wonder that Laze looked so much like Azanka!
Azanka chuckled as she shook her head.
"Yes, yes, I know."
She then glared at Yamcha.
"As for you, Mr. Yamagachi, if you have the guts to either bother, or make promises to Miss Briefs that you're going to break, I'll make sure that you'll be in even more trouble than being beaten by Laze."
Laze and Norak's heads whipped to face their mother in pure shock.
The rest of the day flew by, and after some agonizing hours, Bulma and her friends made their way to the center of the school, which was a huge garden, shielded by a roof of glass, where the lunchroom could be found. In the utmost center of the room, was a large fountain, with eight creatures shooting water from their palms.
Six of them they all knew, but there were two others. The Dragon girl was accompanied by another one of her kin, only male. The freaky thing about it though, was the fact that the boy that stood behind the girl, literally merged hands with the girl.
The last one, was a large demonic creature, too large to be a child. The man had his palms raised skyward, and his head was tossed backward, onto his back. The water sprayed rather high, and some kids walked over to drink from the water.
Bulma sat near fountain, eating the sandwiches she brought with her. However, her eyes were glued somewhere else. Or should I say, on someone else?
"I don't like tha Yamcha jerk!" Laze said angrily as she ripped a piece of her sandwich.
She chewed with her mouth closed, swallowed, then growled.
"I know whatya mean! Tha's one filthy sonabitch!" Norak said, and took a large swig of the wineskin he kept in his bag.
What he kept in it was a strong drink his father had prepared, and it was rather strong.
Vegeta simply ate his lunch, not talking too much. He had a strange feeling that he was being watched by someone, but he knew that was ridiculous.
"Vegeta," a voice said, and he turned to face a curly auburn haired girl and brown eyes.
"What?" he asked.
The girl looked to behind him and said: "Look behind you."
Vegeta looked around… and immediately saw the blue haired girl whip her head around. The girl had been staring at him, but why?
"Who is she?" the auburn haired girl asked.
Vegeta turned again to glare at her.
"How am I supposed to know, Ancle ©!?" he demanded, and the girl shut up.
Ancle wore a few Dragon anklets and her curls framed her face lovely.
Laze looked up, and saw the girl too.
"Oh, her! Tha's Bulma Briefs. She's ta smart for her own good, she coul give us alot o' trouble if we ain't careful."
She checked her watch, and said: "We got 5 more minutes. I'll see ya guys in a few, I have sometin ta do."
Laze grabbed her bag and left the group for awhile, who knew what she had to do, all too well.
Bulma entered the restroom, and was rather surprised to see Laze there. She tossed something in the trash, and left, without saying a word to Bulma. Bulma was confused, and walked over to the trashcan. A lot in it was rather normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
'Hey, wait a second!' Bulma thought and pulled something out of it, something that was out of the ordinary.
It was something that, by the looks of it, had to be put between one's teeth. There was a small open space in it that seemed to have housed something before, but what?
Bulma put it in her bag, and hurried to her next class.
Thanks everyone for all those reviews. Anyway, no stealing my characters, and no stealing my plot!
One more thing, what Bulma found was something like John Anderton (Tom Cruise) used in Minority Report.
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