Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trench Coat ❯ Rumors, Gossip, hunks and uncomfortable lunch hours ( Chapter 1 )

AN: Yippy! Thanks so much for the first positive reviews. Most people can't wait for Veggie-chan to show up in the story. Sorry if there's lots of GokuxBulma in the first couple chapters. ^^;; Vegeta will arrive in a few chapters, I promise! Hope you like!

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" Come on, Goku, it's already 7:00! We're going to be late!" Kururin called up to me from the pit of the stairs.

" Like every day!?" I call back to him, quickly thrusting on a T-shirt. It was black and had ' LINKIN PARK' in dark print scattered all over it. I quickly crawl across the bed with bluexwhite plaid and not so carefully turn around and step on the ladder. I push down too hard with my foot and as soon as a realize it, I feel the old wood of the first little step crack beneith my heel.

I hear myself let out a frantic shout as I fall back first onto the ground. It's so painful when I land!! My whole body is throbbing with pain!

Kururin must have heard the noise, because he came rushing up the stairs to see what was going on.

I feel myself blush as he stares at me blankly, laying there on the floor in my blue and white polka dotted boxers and my hair a catastrophie. I blush even more when he starts to laugh hysterically at me. How embarrasing!!

I wobble up to my feet and rub my back sorely. I groan in pain, but Kururin is still laughing.

" You finally broke the ladder??" Kururin said between his laughter, little tears in his large, round eyes.

I laugh a little. " Well I'll be. And on my last day, too."

Kururin's grinning face suddenly turned solid, and he nodded. I wonder why?

" Mhm."

~~ seperate me from the tears that you cry~~

" Come on, get some pants on and let's go already." Kururin said with a chuckle, and turned and went down the steps again.

I nod and run over to a bunch of folded clothes in one corner of the room. I finally manage to get a pair of black jeans on with much difficulty. I don't bother to brush my hair. It looks the same whether I tear a comb through it or not.

I run down the creaking wooden steps, making sure to step hard on the seventh so it squeaks just for me. I run hastilly into the small kitchen and grab the sack lunch that Krillen prepared for me in advance. I run back to the front door and grab the shoes and socks waiting there for me, and then head out the door.

I cup my hand to my mouth and yell, " Flying Nimbus!!!" to the sky. Kururin has already left in a Capsule Corperation jet plane that he got for nearly free from our friend Bulma. I can see him flying in the distance.

In a few moments a puffy yellow cloud is waiting loyally at my feet. I take a minute to pet it, and hear it purr. It sounds just like a kitten.

I got Nimbus when I was 6 years old for my birthday, and we've been best friends since. Yeah, you probably think I'm weird by being best friends with a cloud, but it gets lonely on this tiny little island. I was supposed to get the bird of emortality, but it died of food poisoning. Yes, Master Roshi always gives strange presents on birthdays and christmas.

I laugh a little and jump ontop of it, cross legged. I settle my sack lunch between my legs.

" Ok, let's go!" I shout. It suddenly shoots off like a bullet, and I find it extremily hard to hold onto the feathery cloud and still manage to put on my socks and shoes.

Geeze, I finally managed to get my stupid shoes on without falling into the ocean.

The ocean...

I've looked at the ocean everyday since I was 5 years old. I'm going to miss it once I leave. But I can always come back and look at it when I want to.

~~ why point out everything wrong with my life?~~

The ocean is so beautiful. I guess you also think I'm weird because a boy thinks something is beautiful. Well, at the school I grew up, boys weren't supposed to think anything was beautiful besides girls. That's just how it was.

You had to keep your feelings locked inside....

~~ When the bird sings~~

~~ When the bee stings~~

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" Bye Nimbus! Seeya later!" I call up to the yellow cloud as I land down on campus. I can feel everyone staring at me, the strange boy with the 'haunted' cloud.

I watch Nimbus as it bulleted away again into the sky, leaving behind it a whispy, yellow trail. I turn around to see many of the people whispering to one another. Why? What's the big deal about a flying cloud? I guess it's nothing to get upset over if people are spreading rumors about me.

I walk past three girls and over-hear their conversation. I know these girls pretty well. I've known them since 8th grade, but they've never really been good friends of mine. They're just friends of Bulma's.

Roanoa knows me well the best. I guess she's the nicest of any of them. She's got brunet hair and eyes. Vice is the kind of girl who can't say anything without spreading some kind of rumor. She's got light blue hair and blue eyes. Serena is your typical highschool girl, and kind of a dumb blond.

I'm usually not this nosey, but when it's about me, I sort of want to listen.

Not that I care or anything......

Roanoa: Did you hear?? Bulma's boyfriend Goku is going to leave school!

Vice: Well *I* heard that he's going to break up with Bulma this afternoon so he can move away. What a waste, I swear!

Serena: Yeah, totally! He's *such* a geek. Bulma could do so much better.

Roanoa:Yeah, like, did you see how Yamcha was totally eyeing her during P.E. class??

Vice: Like, totally! It's just, like, the hottest topic of the whole school right now! What does Bulma see in that jerk Goku, anyway??

Serena: I dunno. What would an all around perfect girl like Bulma-chan want with *Goku*????

Vice: Oh, yeah! He's just one of those manga otakus who get lousy grades.

Roanoa: I dunno, I think he's kind'a cute. If he would just get out of that stupid manga club, he'd be *ok*...

Vice: I know, but he's nothing compared to *Yamcha*!

They suddenly clam up when they catch site of me. I turn my head away quickly and keep walking, trying to act as if I didn't hear a word they said.

You thought that hurt my feelings, didn't you? Not really...it hurts a little, but not as much as it used to. I'm used to it by now.

~~ Why point out all of my flaws and your lies? ~~

But it's true, everything they said; I've known Bulma since I was 7 years old. We became best friends immediatly. Maybe because we were both lonely. Her parents never had time for her, and I didn't really *have* parents.

We were complete opposites; She was the brain and I was brawn, and we grew up together. I asked her to go out with me 2 years ago, and she agreed to it.

We've never really....*done* anything, if you know what I mean. I've kissed her a few times. I've put my arm around her in the movie theater. Those kinds of things. Nothing..important.

But we're just like every other teen couple at this school. I think that 98% of the couples are just together for popularity's sake, not because they love eachother. But not me and Bulma.

I love her with all my heart.

It won't keep me from leaving, though. We love eachother so much, she promised that once she graduates, she's going to come live with me. Then we'll get married, and have children, and live a happy life together. It will be perfect.

A story book life......

But there's kind of more to it. We've each got people who've had crushes on us since kindergarden practically. Yamcha likes Bulma, and ChiChi likes me.

Ironic, huh? I bet you didn't see *That* one coming.

Well, enough self-speculation. I walk past everyone else without a second glance and get to the large, glass, double-doors of the front of the building. It's a giant brown and red bricked building. You're typical highschool, ya know?

Just then, Kururin comes running up to me.

" Hey, man! Hey, everyone's talking about you and Bulma! Is it true you and Bulma--"

" Yeah." I answer quickly. I don't feel like talking about it anymore." Come on, we're going to be late for first period."

I open the door for him and he heads to the class room. I'm just about to follow him when I hear girls squealing like crazy. It can only be one thing.

" Oh, great...." I mumble. I watch as a huge, long capsule corperation air plane/limo touches down in the parking lot.

" It's Yamcha, it's Yamcha! Come on girls!" All of the girls are running towards the shiney black vehicle. Yamcha steps out and suddenly all of the girls are in an up-roar, practically pouncing him, asking if they can carry his bag, his books, his sunglasses.

He's the typical perfect guy of highschool. Every highschool has one, I believe. The perfect tan skin, the perfect eyes, the perfect body ( besides me, of course) and perfect long, shiney, black hair.

I never did like him.

" Woah! Hey ladies, one at a time now!" Yamcha exclaims, and wraps his arms around two particularly pretty blonde girls, the others trailing behind them in jealousy.

All of the girls love him, but it's obvious that he really only has eyes for Bulma.

I'm....afraid....

I'm afraid that once I leave, he'll scoop Bulma up while I'm gone and she'll fall inlove with him instead of me. Why did it have to be this way? Why can't that guy just pick out his own gorgeous babe and leave mine alone?

Whatever. I know Bulma only has eyes for me. Atleast that's what I think, and hope.

I guess I should head to first period before I'm later than I already am...

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It's a pain in the ass! I'm not in any of Bulma's classes. We're acctually on totally different sides of the hall. It totally sucks. That's why school is so lonely.

That's why I'm dropping out.

Atleast Kururin is in almost every class I have. That makes it alot better, but not a whole lot.

It's lunch time, finally. Probably the only subject I look forward to. Is lunch even a subject?? I guess not.

I look around the huge lunch room. I swear, it's probably bigger than the gym. You could lose someone in here. And it's *always* crowded.

I look around and spot Bulma waving to me to come over. I immediatly smile brightly at her and rush over. I've missed her all week.

Her always perfect blue hair is down against her shoulders, and she's wearing a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. I finally get across the cafeteria to her table and sit by her.

" Hi, Goku!" She says happily to me. I smile back at her. " Hi."

I sneek her a quick kiss on the cheek. Bulma is just about to say something back to me, but just then, Chichi walks over. I quickly draw away from Bulma, from fear of ChiChi getting mad at me or something. ChiChi's still my friend, ya know.

" Hi, Goku. Hi Bulma." She greets us. We both say hi back modestly as she sits next to us. Well, next to me. Her hair is down today, unlike her usual buns or pigtails. I must admit to myself that she looks very, very cute with her hair down.

It's really uncomfortable being between two gorgeous girls who both like you. I know most guys would think it would be heaven, but it's not.

I wave to Kururin as I see him walking through the glass double doors. He waves a little, but turns away quickly. I wonder what's up with him? I feel my jaw drop once I notice.

He's with a girl.

Not just merely with a girl, but he has his arm around her shoulder! The girl isn't too much taller than him. She's a cute, ultimately preppy girl named Maron. She's got dark blue hair and always wears anything pink. I've seen her around, but she's always been too far up on the popularity chart to talk to me.

I can't take my eyes off of them. I guess it's because I've *never* seen Kururin that close to a girl before. It looks so unnatural. But I guess if I have a girlfriend, it would only be a matter of time before he got one too.

" Goku? Are you ok?" I hear Bulma ask me. I shake my head and try to keep my jaw from dropping anymore.

" Oh yeah, I'm fine." I say quickly. Bulma smiles and opens a pink, Japanese-style tin lunch box. She looks back at me, concern showing in those pretty blue eyes of hers.

" Don't you have anything to eat, love?"

" Oh--umm, I forgot mine." I say quickly. I acctually just forgot it in my locker. Now I feel really stupid.

" I'll share with you if you want." Bulma said kindly, opening it up. Stir-fry, what she brings almost everyday if she doesn't buy lunch.

I feel my face immediatly smile. " Really?? It won't bother you?"

" Not at all!" Bulma assures me. Unfortunately she only has one pair of chop sticks.

" Wait, how will we eat this?" I ask doubtfully. She hands me one chop stick.

" We'll manage somehow. We've gotten out of tougher situations than this before." Bulma says. I laugh a little, and stab a piece of beef in the lunchbox with the chop stick and eat it, with much difficulty.

~~Every night, I dream of you~~

~~ I think about you day and night, it's so divine~~

~~Imagine you with me. So very fine~~

~~So happy together~~

I turn to talk to ChiChi, but she's ignoring us, talking to other girls at a nearby table. Probably jealous. I don't want her to be; She's been one of my best buds since maybe 4th grade. I feel so bad now.

Just then I see Kururin and his new girlfriend walking across the cafeteria holding hands.

" Hey, Kururin!" I call out to him. He glances at me, but doesn't see me motioning for him to come sit with us. To my surprise, he goes to sit at a more popular table, where Maron usually sits.

" What's wrong with him?" Bulma whispers in my ear. I shrug. What *is* wrong with him? Now he's suddenly morphed into the 'IN' crowd or something?

Bulma must have seen me frowning in Kururin's direction.

" It's alright, Goku. You know how it is, he probably just wants to sit by his girlfriend today. I used to sit by my other friends, until I started sitting by you. It's just temporary, I bet."

"Mhm." I agree, nibbling on my single chop stick. But inside I kind of had the feeling that after this, my brother would never be the same.

~~We do not have to fuss and fight~~

~~Just say you're mine~~

~~But nothing seems the same right now~~

~~Not by your side~~

" Goku, me and ChiChi were planning on holding a birthday party for you at your new apartment in a little while. How about it? Maybe on the 17th?" Bulma suggested later on when lunch was almost over. ChiChi finally turned around for the first time through out the whole lunch period.

"Sure, that sounds great. Once I get my new apartment, you guys can come over anytime." I say to her, and then I turn to ChiChi.

" Sound good?" I ask her. She looks mad at me. I wonder why. She merely shrugs and takes her tray up to one of the counters.

Something tells me things are going to get alot more complicated....

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Well?? super-duper quick update! I was writing all day.Hope you like ^___________^ Review, PLEEEEEEAAASE!!!!!! Don't worry, I promise I won't abandon my other fics. Chapter 17 of So Much More should be popping up fairly soon. ^^