A/N: New Chapter. READ!

Disclaimer: This is gonna be the last damn time I tell people that I dont own DBZ or any characters that goes with it but I do own my characters so back the hell up.

Last time on DBZ...

"Finee" They all said in union.

They got back to the classroom and sat in their seats. There was only five minutes left so they gathered their things, waited for the bell while speaking so Bulma can get to know them more. The bell rung so they all went their separate ways.

Bulma packed up her books, shoved them into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. She walked down the hallway keeping her eyes down on her Iphone. Her friend, Maria just texted her saying they would help ditch her school if it got on her nerves.

Hey my babe, hows skool goin 4 ya girl! -M

Bulma smiled and started texting back. It aight but my ex iz in it 2. I swear 2 god he's manwhore! -B

RITE! So we gon' get ya if anythin happens so txt me love ya baby l8r -M

L8r Babe! -B

Bulma closed the screen then bumped into someone. She caught her balance but the other didn't and ended up falling on her ass. She squealed ouch and dropped her books and papers, that scattered everywhere. Bulma bent down and held out her hand.

"Sorry there, baby girl, you alright?" The small chubby girl looked up then immediately bowed her head, blushing.

I-It's alright. I-I-I kinda bumbed into you, m-my fault," She stuttered, still looking at the ground picking up papers only to drop them where arms got full. Bulma smiled at her cuteness and bent down to help.

"N-no that's alright," The girl said. "I can pick them up, you don't have to help." Bulma had already most of her things picked up and held out her hand to help the girl up. This time she took Bulma's hand and got up, dusting off her pants. Bulma stretched out her hand to give her the papers.

"Are ya sure your fine there, honey?" Bulma said, her southern accent coming out. Her mom's side of the family came from texas so Bulma inherited her accent.

"Yes thank you, um," The girl paused.

"Bulma."

"Bulma," She said confidently." My name's Donia," Donia whispered the last part. She looked at Bulma's dark blue eyes and flawless face and became sad. Why would someone as ugly as her handg out with a girl as beautiful and strong as her. Bulma eyed Donia in concern. In her brown eyes she could see torture, sadness, and self-loathing. You can tell she was being bullied because of probably her size and shape. Donia had acne on her face with glasses. Her lips were chapped and her clothes were baggy. She had makeup covering some places of her face. Bulma's eyes narrowed and immediately wanted to befriend her. She didn;t care about popularity or stereotypes. Being in the streets and stuff helped her learn that. She constantly worked out and trained. No one in their right mind would get on her bad side when she got really angry.

"That's a pretty name," Bulma finally said, "I'll see ya later darlin', if ya need anythin' just find or call me." Bulma pulled a card out her pocket and gave it to Donia.

Donia smiled."Thanks Bulma,"

"No problem, now go on to class, don' wanna be late."

"Okay, bye," Bulma watched as the girl rush away. Her eyes stayed on her until she disappeared. Bulma sighed and walked to the cafeteria. The noise level in there was deafening. She hissed under her breath and walked to the lunch line and waited. She noticed the trio she met earlier in class was behind her. She huffed and pulled out her earphones plugging one in and played her music. She felt someone tap her shoulder and turned to see no other than Yamcha. She gave him a dirty look and turned back around.

"Bulma," He called out. Bulma ignored him and walked up when the line moved.

"Bulma," He called again. Silence. A rough hand grabbed her arm and spun her around. She met a pair of dark onxy eyes. Vegeta.

"Didn't you hear him call you, woman," He boomed in her face."Answer him already!"

Bulma wasn't fazed. She just stared at him non-blinking. Her face was just an blank mask. Everyone in the lunch room was silent, they were watching the trio. Bulma, who was just staring boredly at Vegeta. Vegeta, who was getting more and more angry that he couldn't get a girl to fear or like him. Yamcha, who stayed suprisingly quiet now. Bulma touched the hand that was very tight. It'd be painful and would be bruising if she didn't excersize, but it did nothing. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed tightly, ripping it from her arm and turned walking away.

"Hey!," Vegeta seethed."I'm not done talking to you!" He grabbed Yamcha and walked after her. Bulma made it out the doors of the cafeteria and whipped out her phone and speed-dailed her favourite friend, Diego. He was a big burly man. His muscles are sleek and huge. He may look big and mean, but he's a teddy bear on the inside.

"Hey B what's up," Diego boomed through the phone. Bulma had kept it arm's length away from her ear in fear of becoming deaf. She pressed the phone to her ear.

"Diego, where are you guys?" She asked.

"Two blocks down from your school, He answered."Why?"

"I need ya to come by and wait for me. I need to leave right now." Bulma stopped by her locker, getting her glock(a/n: if you don't know what it means it mean a hangun.) that was hidden and check if it was on safety before slipping it down the back of her jeans keeping the handle out.

"Alright lil' bit, we're coming." Bulma could hear the engines riding down the pavement of the street.

"Thanks see ya."

"See ya."

Bulma shut off her phone and slipped it into her pocket. She could hear footsteps rapidly rush after her and turned to see that Yamcha and Vegeta was coming but they we're not alone. They brought Goku and two guys. The new one had one guy that had a large mane that fell by his knees and one that was a splitting image of Goku(a/n: guess who! Hehe). Bulma rolled her eyes and walked a little faster.

"Bulma!," Goku called."Where you going?"

Bulma didn't answer and just kept going she was almost at the front doors when someone tackled her to the ground. Bulma grabbed one of the arms and flipped them over her head. She got up only to be held by another pair of arms. She growled under her breath and crossed her arms, bending one knee and kept the other straight.

"Where are you going woman," Vegeta asked, sneering. Bulma stayed quiet, she was waiting for her friends. She could her them in the parking lot.

"Bulma seriously, what happened in the past happened, get over it!" Yamcha yelled in her ear. Bulma was still silent."C'mon B, I was sorry, you would give me any so I got it from somewhere else! Why can't you understand that! I gave you me you little bitch and you better speak before I get really angry," More silence." That's it!" Yamcha went to hit her and Goku stepped up to stop him but was stopped when four guns came out of nowhere and was held by their heads. The arms around Bulma released her slowly. She knew her friends would help if they heard the shouting. Bulma moved away. She looked to see Diego by Yamcha with his glock by his temple and the safety clicked back. Maria, James, and Mike were with the rest.

"I suggest you don't touch lil' bit like that ever again," Diego hissed in Yamcha's ear. Yamcha trembled in fear andyou could smell urine in the air. HA! He pissed himself. Diego and the rest pushed the guys away and checked over Bulma top to bottom. Bulma giggled when Diego poked her ribs.

"You okay lil bit?" He asked poking her again. Bulma wiggled away from him, laughing.

"I'm fine bear," She smiled. The laughed at the nickname Bulma gave him.

"Okay, okay, let's go chica."

"Oh so you have your little whores to help you out. By the way your all familiar to them, I would say you were fucking all of them woman," Vegeta hissed out. Bulma, whipped out her gun and clicked the safety back, holding it at Vegeta's forehead in a quick speed, no one even saw it.

"Fuck off, shorty! I'm in no mood to talk to ya, so shut the fuck up and go back to being a manwhore like that dick over there is," Bulma nodded the gun at Yamcha. Bulma removed her gun and signaling everyone else to leave with her, she sashayed out of the front doors. The four guys ran to look out the door window. To see five motorcycles file out of the school.

The new guys whistled. Goku, Vegeta, and Yamcha looked at them. The one with the long mane shook his head."You should have never bothered her, if she didn't want to talk to you in the first place then leave it alone." He said.

"But Radditz-," Goku started, but the other one cut him off.

"No," He snarled."That girl is not to be trifled with. I swear you both Vegeta and Yamcha are the dumbest fucks I've ever known. She not like the other girls to be controlled. I swear-," He cut himself off and shook his head."You know what, I had a feeling that something bad would've come out of helping you in this. Now look what happened. The girl is in the streets. I say you better find a way to get one her good side. Before you end up hospitalized or six feet under. Your choice, but leave us out of it. C'mon Radditz," He turned and walked away.

"Coming Turles," Radditz turned back to the silent group."Ya'll really fucked up this time. When I held her for you she didn't struggled. I could feel rock hard muscles in her torso and arms. She ain't like other girls like Turles said. Ya'll seriously got death wishes over your heads," With that said he grabbed Goku and dragged him to go back to class.

Vegeta and Yamcha stayed quiet for a minute, going back to staring onto the parking lot. What those two just said really got to them but they still won't believe it. There was no way that the Bulma, Yamcha knew, was in the streets or gang. She was just probably hanging out with friends and they just got guns for protection. Vegeta thought that Bulma was too weak to even hurt anyone with a gun. She was just probably trying to be intimidating. Trying to become popular. Well he wasn;t going to have that. He was going to prove that Bulma Briefs wasn't as tough as they saw. Little did he know how very very wrong he was.

Bulma and her friends rode down the streets over a 60 mph pace. She would go back to school but in a few days. She had more important things to do now...

Vegeta sat scowling in his seat. Everybody was annoying him and his friend Yamcha after what happened to Bulma. Goku to Chi-Chi who told 18 who told 17 who told Krillen then so on. Everyone was wondering where the blue heiress went because it has been four days. It's already friday. The bell rung so he grabbed his stuff and left with a scowl on his face. Then he heard loud noises come down from the hallway. He walked faster to see a girl named Donia that was top nerd of the school. Everyone picked on her. She was weak and ugly. No body liked her. And there she was with the whole cheerleading team on her, back her to where the stairs are.

"Hey look it's little Donia," A blonde cheerleader said. "Or should I say Ugly Duckling."

"You know by her size nd if she wore yellow then she would be a real ugly one," Another sneered.

"Well she going to a trip," The blonde went up and pushed her, laughing. "Break a leg and have a nice fall."

Everybody who was watching heard the scream and waited for an impact. They strained closer to see if she was unconscious, but came face to face with blue eyes fired with uncontrollable rage. It was Bulma. She had a shaking Donia, who clutched to her shirt, cradled in her arms. You could see the muscles in her arms flex and roll. She was wearing black short shorts with a red sleeveless shirt. She had on her black combat boots. A chain that was clipped to the front and back of her shorts. Her hair was straight and in a high ponytail. She had dark red lipstick and black mascara. She didnt bother putting on blush or another products on her creamy face. It was all natural. What made everyone back down from her was that she had a a long dark scar that went from the side of her left eye all the way down to her cheek. Tattoos that went down from her shoulder to her elbow on her right arm. Silver chains that hung from her neck. She was very intimidating and scary.

She slowly put Donia not taking her eyes off the crowd. They narrowed into slits when she knew that no one helped her. She came back today to change her schedule to AP honor classes and switch her locker, only to find her small friend(a/n: Donia doesn't know that now) being bullied. She had a feeling that everybody did that to her. She removed her eyes from the trembling people and looked over at Donia, giving her a once over.

"Are ya okay darlin' ?" Her southern accent was still going strong. She never hid it again.

Donia was still clutching to Bulma then calm down enough to let her go and nodded her head.

"Thanks," she whispered. Bulma nodded.

"Where's your next class?" Bulma asked.

"In room 220, English 12A." She answered, still as quiet.

"Go to class and be careful, alright."

"Kay, bye Bulma."

"Bye."

Donia went to the crowd and waited them to part so she could go through. When they didn't Bulma growled loudly causing them to jump and move. They kept their eyes on her while she kept her eyes to Donia. When she went to class that was three doors down and enter, Bulma snapped her eyes back at the bystanders and snarled. She turned left and forcefully pushed eveyone out the way, causing some to fall on the floor. If it's one thing that Bulma really hated the most, it was bullying. She reached in her back pocket and pull out her fingerless black gloves, putting them on.

Rumours spread through the school of what happened that morning. It was almost lunchtime and Bulma left class early to go have smoke. She pulled out her Blacks and lit on up, pulling in then exhaling in a sigh. Her cellphone rung. She looked at the Caller ID. Her dad.

"Hey daddy." Bulma smiled.

Hello Bulma, how are you?

"Good just grabbing a smoke," She answered truthfully. She told her parents everything. No point in hiding it if they were going to find out later.

Okay then, well I wanted to tell you that your mother and I are going away for two months for a conference with Hawaii and California.

Bulma rolled her eyes. They probably want to go on a vacation too. I mean seriously Hawaii...California...She ain't that stupid. "Alright dad, I'll see ya soon so be careful, okay," She scolded lightly.

I will, I will, just don't trash the house okay. And clean up when your done with everything. Goodbye dear.

"Goodbye dad and tell momma I said hi," Bulma squealed. The last thing she heard from her dad was "teenagers" then a click. She closed her phones screen and dropped the finished her first cigarette, crushing it under her boot. She turned to see the gang she met on the first day of school staring at her. She raised a perfect eyebrown and waited for someone to speak. When they didn't speak after a few minutes, she huffed and grabbed the keys that the principal gave her so she could enter and exit the school grounds when the doors were locked. She went to door number sixteen and stopped when a hand landed on her shoulder. She looked to see ChiChi looking at her with hurt and worried eyes.

"Yes," Bulma asked.

"Bulma, what happened. You were gone for four days! Vegeta and Yamcha said you ganged up them with your friends and with guns! Are you insane? Why would you have a gun? That is no way to treat our friends when we were so polite with you." She ranted. "I thought you were nice, but I can see why your like this. Look at you! You have tattoos, you're smoking, and have the school's keys to every single door. Are you trying to put us in danger and hurt us all? What is wrong with you?" ChiChi shouted.

Bulma stayed silent through the whole thing with a blank look on her face. Her eyes unreadable and solid ice. She stared at ChiChi then the rest who had expressions that they were agreeing and Yamcha and Vegeta looked smug. Goku looked sad. Bulma never blinking ripped her shoulder out of ChiChi's grasp and hissed at all of them, doing a mental happy dance when they backed away.

"You don't know anything about me," She growled. "I've been through much that your perfect little lives wouldn't be able to handle. I know what the real world is like. YOU don't. If you think that yelling at me and listening to those two douchebags are gonna get me to crack and give you information, you are dead wrong. I was going to try and be friends with the rest of you after what happened but I guess that won't do. Stay away from me. Because as of right now, those three in your group disgust me. Now you do, too. " She spun on her heel and hit two people with her ponytail across their face. She unlocked the door and went inside hoping the door would close and lock before the baffoons get in. She have never been cold like that but that's is going to be the last time people tell lies about her and accuse her of stuff. The very last.

A/N: So what did you think eh. Didn't see that one coming did ya? A total turn around for Bulma's character. No Cliffy. Hope ya'll enjoyed this. Give me some ideas of what to use for the rest of the story. Hehe give awesome reviews.

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