Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Popular ❯ All the Cool People ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Notes: I've never been any good with writing first person POV before, so that prologue was very challenging for me. Anyway, most of the rest of the story will be with the ever-omniscient POV and I'll tell you when they change.

Chapter One: All the Cool People…

Lounging in the bed of his truck, Krillin stared up at the sky then shifted his gaze to one side when he heard his girlfriend calling his name. Sighing, he sat up and lifted one eyebrow in question until she put her hands on her hips and hiked her own eyebrow. "What?"

"You know what."

"No…"

"Yes you do you little pervert."

"Huh?"

"Where in the hell did these panties come from?" Eighteen's hand shot up, a pair of deep red string bikini cut panties hanging from her fingers.

Shaking his head, he started laughing as he lay back in his truck once more.

"What do you think your doing? You aren't resting until I get any answers."

"Did you look at the tag hanging on them?"

"What tag?"

"The one attached to the inside washing instructions."

Frowning, the tall blonde opened the underwear and studied the tag for a second before breaking out in a grin and jumping into the back of the truck with him. "Thank you so much Krillin, they're so pretty."

Rolling his eyes, he hugged her back then looked over at his friend, Goku's truck.

Goku…looked like an all American Jock except for the tattoos that covered his biceps and his back. He rode in an old Chevy S10 that probably hadn't seen such a meticulous owner in the entirety of its life. He was currently hidden under the hood of his truck while he tinkered with the engine, probably trying to make her roar louder, kind of like his girlfriend when she was angry.

"GOKU! Get out from beneath that hood right now, you're getting all greasy and dirty and if you expect me to touch you while you're covered in grease then you've got another thing coming to you buster."

Laughing softly to himself, Krillin watched the two as they exchanged words about the way he worked on the truck. He enjoyed listening to Chi-chi ranting and raving about how Goku treated his truck better than he treated her, his own girlfriend. Maybe he shouldn't have found their spats so funny but he did, and even thought the way they made up as soon as they finished quarreling was amusing. Hearing another truck pull up, he sighed and turned his attention away from the couple in time to see a blood-red Durango pull into the empty spot on his right. "Damn, Vegeta's here already."

Rock music blaring, Vegeta parked his truck, removing his sunglasses to survey the parking lot around him. He knew he was earlier than his normal time but he had to get here to watch the race that was supposed to go down tonight. As a rule, he never missed a single race and always challenged the winner to a race down one of the old back roads in their small county. His favorite was Glass Road, with its eight sets of sharp curves, one right after the other. He knew all of the roads and what times were best for racing…and he knew of one road that no one could race without crashing. 614, a dangerous road that had claimed many people who weren't even racing and hadn't done anything wrong other than go a little too fast around the hairpin curves. One of those casualties had been his mother, but he didn't dwell too much on the past and kept his thoughts away from that road. Rolling down his window, he nodded to Krillin, watching as the shorter teen lifted one hand in a wave before returning it to his girlfriend's waist. Hearing the shrieking voice of Goku's girlfriend, he winced then shook his head and looked off to the opposite side of their group of popular people. He could see Bulma, one of the few girls ever to catch his attention for any amount of time, leaning against her deep blue Camero with a look of complete boredom marring her beautiful features. A bright flash of light stole his attention from the blue haired goddess, causing him to look up as a jet-black Cougar XR7 pulled into a parking spot nearby with a purring roar.

Seventeen climbed out of his Cougar, a subtle grin of amusement barely moving his lips. Pushing his black hair back from his face, he scanned the parking lot, his blue eyes flicking back and forth restlessly. Finishing his scan with a soft, yet bored, sigh, he slammed the door shut and walked over to Vegeta's Durango. Looking up at the darker teen, he flashed him a quick, if even fleeting, grin then settled against the side of the door. "Looking forward to the race tonight?"

"Definitely." Looking around for any signs of the two racers, he turned his radio down a few decibels so he could hold a conversation with the taller boy. "Although, at this rate, I doubt anyone is going to show up for the race."

"Why?"

"Zarbon isn't here yet, although that doesn't bother me as much as the fact that I haven't seen Radditz, Nappa, Turles, Yamucha, and Tori show up either."

"Kid sister troubles?"

"You wouldn't begin to understand the troubles."

"I wouldn't?"

Stopping for a second, he rethought what he said then chuckled softly. "Damn, I keep forgetting that Eighteen is ten minutes younger than you."

"I'm sure." Noticing a vehicle coming towards them from the gas station, he let the conversation slide and moved away from the door so the other teen could get out. "Looks like the crowd has arrived."

"Indeed." Dropping lightly to the ground, he watched the newcomers pile out of the beat up Hummer and shook his head in disgust when he saw his sister hanging on Turles' arm. Personally, he couldn't stand Goku's twin brother, and the damn goodie-two-shoe ways of his. At least the older of the two boys had more of an adventuresome, if naïve, spirit. He had a soft spot for Goku, although he would never tell anyone that he found him to be a good friend. His pride wouldn't allow it and his stubborn will wouldn't let him. Watching his sister plant another chaste kiss on the wuss' cheek, he imagined several different ways he would love to break the younger man's body into pieces. He was favoring the idea of soaking him in tuna fish juice and tying him to a dock piling when Zarbon's truck arrived.

Zarbon was considered one of the pretty boys of the group, although he had one hell of a mean streak when it came to the girls he was with. His long green hair was in a single braid that went all the way down his back until stopping right at the base of his spine. He was tall, handsome, and one of the biggest jerks to ever come out of the high school; something that nobody forgot.

Everyone's attention was diverted away from Zarbon, however, when a new vehicle started coming towards them, it's headlights blindingly bright.