"Bulma Briefs, would you please report to the main office please?" The loud speaker sounded throughout the school.

Bulma rose out of her seat. The class erupted in "ooooooh". She frowned down at them as she exited the classroom. She walked down the deserted hall towards the office, wondering why she had been called down in the first place.

She opened the door and approached the receptionist.

"Hi, I was called down here, Bulma Briefs."

The receptionist looked up at the young girl, pushing her glasses that had slid down her nose before smiling up at her.

"Oh yes Ms. Briefs. A new student has just transferred in and you being the social butterfly you are, you have been requested to show her around."

"Sure! Where is she?"

"Over here." A voice sounded behind her.

"Where the hell is that woman?" Vegeta yelled, causing everyone to look up from their lunches. Even Goku stopped mid bite for a second.

"Who? You mean Bulma?" Krillin asked.

"Who else would I mean?"

"I saw her earlier in the hall. She's showing a new student around." ChiChi said before taking a bite of her sandwich.

"New student huh?" Krillin said. He placed his hand thoughtfully under his chin as he began to picture who this new student could be. He secretly hoped it was a pretty girl. He blushed at his own train of thought, quickly pulling his soda up to his mouth before his friends could notice.

"That doesn't explain why she's not here."

"Chill Vegeta. Why is it so important that Bulma be here?" Goku asked as he pushed his third plate to the side and pulled up his fourth.

"Damn it Kakarrot, stop asking questions that are none of your business."

"Then you shut your big mouth and quit asking us where Bulma is!" ChiChi yelled back.

Uh oh, Krillin thought, here we go. As bad as Vegeta could be, nobody had a temper quite like ChiChi. I guess he really couldn't blame her. She certainly didn't have an easy life. He guessed her past had made her that way, seemingly cold and uncaring, but he knew those were just walls she had built over the years to hide a big heart.

The two hot heads were screaming at one another. He glanced towards Goku who was eating his lunch like usual, not even paying attention to the two beside him.

"Typical" Krillin muttered before returning his attention to his lunch.

Bulma had decided to take the late lunch with 18, the new student she was showing around, so that she didn't have to eat alone.

"So, 18. How come you had to transfer to Orange Star so late in the school year? Did you just move here or something?" Bulma asked the pretty blonde across from her.

"Not exactly. It's actually kind of a long story." 18 replied as she pushed a piece of her thick locks behind her ear.

"Oh. Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want too. Just know that whatever it is it probably won't surprise me. Between all of my friends I think I have witnessed it all."

"What do you mean?" 18 asked.

"Well, at first glance my friends seem quite typical, but in all honesty they are anything but."

"Like how?" She asked the blue haired girl, becoming interested in what her friends were like.

"Well," Bulma started, placing a finger on her chin as she thought of how the best way to start was going to be, "I guess I could start with my friend Goku. You see, he lost both of his parents when he was really young. He lived in foster care with an old guy named Gohan. Then when Goku was around, oh I think, 15, Gohan passed away. He's been living on his own ever since."

"How can he survive on his own like that for so long?"

"Money wise? He competes in martial arts tournaments and lives off the prize money. Mentally, well he's got ChiChi."

"ChiChi?"

"Yeah, that's his girlfriend. She's got a dark past too. They met in 8th grade and have been together ever since. I'll warn you now, she can seem extremely cold and she has a huge temper, but once you get to know her you'll see it just a façade."

18 just nodded. She understood that well enough.

"Then there is Krillin. He is more like a mystery than anything else. You see, Goku trains at the Turtle Dojo, under Master Roshi. Well one day when Goku was like 6 or 7 this kid just showed up on the door steps. They had no idea where he came from, he was just standing there. He wouldn't talk or anything, and well he just never left. Master Roshi took him in and he lives at the Dojo. Eventually he started to come around and began talking, but he still has never to this day talked about where he was from."

The bell sounded, signaling the end of lunch.

Bulma walked with 18 towards Goku's locker where the rest of her friends would be. 18 seemed rather shy in Bulma's opinion, and she was hoping that by meeting her friends she would begin to open up a little.

"Hey guys! This is 18, she just transferred here." Bulma said as they reached her friends. "18, this is Goku, ChiChi, Krillin and Yamcha…"

"Woman!"

Bulma sighed and turned around to face the angry teen approaching her.

"And that would be Vegeta." She finished.

"Woman why the hell were you not in lunch?" Vegeta yelled.

"Because, Vegeta. I was showing 18 around and took the late lunch with her." Bulma shouted back.

Vegeta just then noticed the new girl standing there. He gave her a quick look before returning his full attention on Bulma.

"I need to talk to you now." he said as he pulled her a ways from the group.

18 watched as the two seemed to be arguing. At least she thought they were. She couldn't actually hear what they were saying but they were pointing fingers and Bulma's face was getting red.

"Don't worry about them. They always do this kind of thing."

18 turned and looked at the young boy who had just said that. She remembered that Bulma had introduced him as Krillin.

"They might be awhile; they usually get this stuff out of their system at lunch." Krillin continued as he scratched the back of his bald head. "If you want, I can show you to your next class."

18 couldn't help but smile at him. He seemed really nice, and cute. She quickly stopped her thoughts. They all seemed nice. Sure Bulma had told her about some of the weird stuff about them, but to her none of that seemed to be that big of a deal. Yes, they were nice people, good people and she knew she had to stay away from them. It was for their own good. She didn't want any more blood on her hands.

A/N: Things are starting to get a little bit more twisted… J