Bulma groaned as she flung an arm out from under the covers, smashing the snooze button of her far too loud alarm clock with a bit too much force. She hated school, absolutely hated it, mainly because she was smarter than all of her instructors by a wide margin.
"Honey! You awake? You don't want to be late, do you?"
The blue-haired beauty groaned again, pushing the covers away as she sat up. It was times like these when she wished her mother would drop dead. The high-pitched voice was more than unwelcome at such an early hour.
Without answering her mother, Bulma rose to her feet, stumbling from sleepiness as she made her way to her large bathroom. A shower would be so nice, but there wasn't time.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, the teen moved a bit faster. She pulled on a pair of too tight white jeans, a bright blue tube top, and a white cotton short-sleeve button-up top, which she left open, tying the ends together in a knot right at her navel. As she brushed her hair, pulling it back in a ponytail, she silently cursed the school for having such an annoying dress code.
"Ms. Briefs, what have I told you about wearing such revealing clothes?" Bulma said, mimicking the secretary's squeaky voice as she pulled on a pair of matching blue sandals and hurried downstairs. With the front door in sight, she checked her watch. She wasn't that late.
"Don't forget breakfast, dear!" called a far too young looking woman, wearing tight blue jeans, an orange and red striped tube top, and a pair of matching red heels, and her curly blonde hair was pulled up on the top of her head. She'd made an abundant amount of yummy pastries, knowing full well her daughter never had time to eat at home and had friends with very large appetites.
Bulma turned on a dime, snatching the large white paper bag from her mother's outstretched arm, "Thanks." She muttered, turning again and hurrying out the door.
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"Maron! Where are you going?" Krillin called, watching as his beautiful on/off girlfriend hurried inside the large building that served as their high school.
Rubbing his smooth bald head, he tried to rethink what exactly had been said. He shrugged it off though, knowing her she'd probably forgotten already too. By lunch things would be back to normal.
Leaning against one of the many large trees surrounding the red brick building, Krillin sighed, watching the parking lot patiently for his friends to arrive. Why was he always the first one there? Probably because he always dressed simply, wearing loose-fitting blue jeans and a T-shirt nearly everyday.
Finally, a small white two-seater Capsule car pulled in. Krillin slowly approached, envious of the shiny new hover car. He'd yet to have a showy vehicle, using a small Capsule plane to get to school instead, mainly because he lived so far away, "When did you get this?"
"Just yesterday. I traded my old one in and spent every last dime I had." Yamcha said, climbing out of his pride and joy in a pair of light khakis and a slightly unbuttoned yellow dress shirt, his short black hair combed stylishly.
"How are you going to make payments?" Krillin asked curiously, knowing his friend had more than bad luck at keeping a steady job.
Yamcha shrugged, refusing to give his short buddy the satisfaction of an answer. Together they stepped back under the shade of the trees to wait for the rest of the gang.
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"Hey, guys Where's everybody? The bell's going to ring soon." Chi-Chi said, giving both boys a look over. She gave them both a pleasant smile, brushing her long black hair out of her eyes.
Both Yamcha and Krillin stared. It wasn't often Chi-Chi wore her hair down and she looked more than sexy in that lavender sun dress and matching sandals.
Krillin found his voice first, "Well, Maron's inside-" he didn't get to finish though, the loud screeching of wheels interrupting his thoughts.
They all looked up to see Bulma skidding to a halt in one of her many Capsule vehicles, today's being a large white motorcycle. She just so happened to be one of the richest teenagers in the world, her father being the inventor of the famous Capsule Corporation.
"Hi, Bulma. Late again?" Chi-Chi said, readjusting her messenger bag's strap on her shoulder.
"I'm not late. The bell hasn't rung, has it?" she asked, stepping up to the group, elbowing Yamcha for staring at her best friend, "You should leave your hair down more often, Chi."
"Oh, but it's so much trouble. Did you finish your homework?"
"Homework? What homework?" Bulma, Yamcha, and Krillin asked simultaneously just as the bell rang.
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"Where's Son-kun?" Bulma asked, eyeing a very handsome boy as he passed.
Yamcha elbowed his girlfriend gently, "Now who's staring?" he said sarcastically, earning a snicker from Krillin.
"That's Rio Senshu. He's new here and already I heard he's captain of the soccer team." Chi-Chi said, glancing back to get another look.
"Really? Son-kun's not the captain?"
"Heh heh. Nope. He can't remember the plays." Krillin said, chuckling.
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Goku charged down the crowded hallway, avoiding fellow students. Then, he caught sight of his friends.
Bulma and Chi-Chi were the most popular girls in school. Chi-Chi being the most desirable due to Bulma's insistent temper, plus, her and Yamcha had been dating for some time.
"How late am I?" Goku said, running up beside Krillin.
"Hey, I was wondering where you were!" Bulma said, tossing a large white paper bag to her long time friend.
"Pretty late, what took so long?" Chi-Chi said, eyeing the object of her interests, hoping he too would say something about her hair.
"Wow, Bulma! Thanks, I'm starvin'." Goku said, practically swallowing the sweet pastries as they all stepped into a classroom together. Being seniors, there weren't many electives left they hadn't had, and the few there were, they all had together.
"Goku, you know better. No food in the class rooms." Their art history instructor said in a stern tone.
"Nn, Right " Goku managed between bites, swallowing the last of his breakfast, disposing of the bag.
"You have got to get a Capsule plane or a hover car or something. Riding Kinto'un to the city limits and running the rest of the way just isn't safe." Krillin said in a hushed voice, taking a seat in the back along with the others.
"Shhh!" Bulma warned her bald friend, laughing at the naughty note Yamcha had passed to her.
"It's no big deal," Goku said, relaxing in his seat as the tardy bell rang.
He and Krillin both lived on an island not too far from the coast with an old martial arts master, Meijin Roshi. Their school was located on the border of East City, closest to the ocean.
"Do what you want, but when people find out, you're going to be in a lot of trouble." Krillin said, shaking a finger at his best friend.
"My father said you could live with us." Chi-Chi offered, smiling sweetly. They all knew the girl's rather large father and didn't put it past him. The guy was a nut, far too nice and hospitable.
"No, thanks, I like livin' with tha old guy. I think I could reach a new level soon." Goku said, slouching as he rested his head in his hands. School was so boring.
"Whatever, I just think you need to rethink your wardrobe. Really Goku, you're clothes are so old fashioned." Bulma said, leaning over her desk as she jotted down a few things in reply to Yamcha's note.
"I know right, you've been wearing that same outfit since we first met." Yamcha said, chuckling at Bulma's own naughtiness.
"I like what I wear, it's comfortable." Goku said in defense, looking down at his clothes. The orange was a bit bright, but he liked it, and there was nothing more comfortable than a gi.
"I guess, but at least lose the weights." Bulma said, digging in her pockets for some gum or something, only finding lint.
They all gave their long time friend a once over. His navy boots, trimmed in yellow with a simple red tie, his navy wristbands, and his navy undershirt were all weighted. He had his own look though, especially with his jet-black hair, jutting out in different directions It was like he had his own style, and people loved him for it, that and his innocent kindness. The strangest thing about their friend, however, was the fact that when they'd first met him, he'd had a tail, just like a monkey. Yamcha had had the pleasure of removing it so long ago, right after Goku had transformed into a rather enormous ape.
All of their thoughts were halted when their instructor spoke up, "Sorry about that class. Well, let's get things started. If all of you would just pass your homework forward."
Chi-Chi was the first to find hers, neatly in her messenger bag where she'd left it. The others proceeded to snatch their books from beneath their desks, flipping through the pages for their assignment. Bulma found hers first, sighing, and praising herself for being such a genius, having finished it in class the day before. Yamcha and Krillin found theirs next, glad they'd thought to copy Bulma's answers the day before. Goku, however, continued searching.
"Goku, am I going to have to write you up?" the instructor questioned, gathering all the papers, knowing full well that the boy wouldn't have his assignment.
"Ah, nope. I found it." Goku said, reaching into his gi shirt, pulling out a wrinkled, folded up piece of paper.
"Really, you kids have got to get book bags." The instructor said, approaching and taking the paper from the boy's hands, unfolding it with some effort only to see that it was blank.
"Goku, are you wearing the same thing you wore yesterday?"
Goku looked up at his neatly dressed teacher with a confused look, "Yeah."
"Eww, Goku! That's gross!" Bulma and Chi-Chi squealed in disgust.
"Well, it seems you forgot to check your, uh, pockets when you got home. This paper is blank."
Bulma instantly busted out in laughter. That was such a Goku thing to do. The big dope!
Disappointed in his student's lack of respect, the instructor snatched yet another crumpled piece of paper, but this time off the blue-haired girl's desk, "And what's this? A note? What have I told you two about passing notes during class?"
"But class hasn't started yet." Yamcha protested, keeping his eye on the note as his teacher slowly unfolded it.
"That's it, all three of you have detention. Go stand in the hall." The instructor said, blushing madly at the inappropriate words that littered the paper, which seemed to have been sprayed with some kind of cologne. The entire class began snickering as three of the most popular students filed out the door.
