DBZ Love Stories

Chi-Chi and Bulma

Juliet and Juliet

I sat alone inside the school bus in my usual seat, playing “Angry Birds” on my cell phone. Nobody ever sat with me in bus unless there was no other seat left and their legs were aching tired. If you knew me, you would probably not want to be friends with me either. I never liked to go out, I hated crowds, and I hated team work. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life; well I think it’s stupid to think about future.

So there I was, a “nobody” in this huge planet full of talented humans. My mom told me I’m wasting time, my conscience told me I’m wasting time, but I didn’t find anything else to do with my time, so I always, calmly, ignored their warnings.
I studied in an all girls’ school. I didn’t like my school. I had no friends, not a single friend.

Well, I did talk to my batch mates when it came to borrowing notes, but even that was like ‘once-in-a-pink-moon’ stuff. What they talked about never really interested me. Make up, jewellery, nice clothes, guys… I never understood the other girls’ craze for such things, and I probably never will! They think I’m dull and rude, but that’s okay. I don’t think very highly of them either. I like being left alone, so they leave me alone. It’s mutual.

The first class of that day was geography. Our teacher Mr. Smith was a bearded old man with huge spectacles. I sighed sadly. The subject was boring enough without him making it even duller. I didn’t like geography. And I didn’t like any of the other subjects except math. Miss Sheryl taught us math. She was young and beautiful, with blond hair and a beautiful curvaceous body. I was very fond of her.

“Chi-Chi?” the teacher suddenly called. Yes, that was my name the old man called. My dad was Japanese, so I had an Japanese name. I looked up at his old wrinkly face.

“Mrs. Williams wants you at the Drama Club meeting right now,” he informed me.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Drama?” I said, stressing the word as hard as I could.

He sighed. “Yes.”

“What a bi*ch…” I said under my breath. I didn’t like drama. I didn’t like Mrs. Williams. She would always tell me I needed to “mend” my ways. And I never understood why!

He kept staring at me, till I picked up my bags and dragged my steps towards the Theatre room. I entered the room, which had the best dramatists of our school seated inside, along with Mrs. Williams, our drama teacher and her two assistants.

“Come sit down, Chi-Chi,” she purred when she saw me. I obeyed. And the meeting resumed.

“So as I was saying, the play we’re performing this time is Romeo and Juliet,” she said the last three words slowly, stressing every syllable.

“Duh!” I cried out softly. Few heads near me turned. I didn’t bother to check who they were.

“And Chi-Chi…” she said, startling me as she announced my name, “Shall play the part of Romeo.”

All heads turned to me. I gulped. It felt sick. There was no way I was going to do it! The only reason I joined drama club was because I sucked at everything else! But that seriously doesn’t mean I don’t suck at this!

Mrs. Williams went on about her plans for the Annual function, the way the stage was to be decorated, the music, the songs and the dialogues. She handed each one of us a draft of the play we were going to perform. It had all the dialogues and scene changes well written on it. As all the other girls flipped through it excitedly, I shut it and made up my mind to tell Mrs. Williams I won’t do it!

“Are you Chi-Chi?” a soft voice called.

I turned around and saw HER. Juliet. She was fair, very fair, with blue curly hair that reached below her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes that twinkled, and pink lips that glistened. She was dressed in a short white frock that ended above her knees. Her arms and legs were so beautiful I wished I could just touch them once.