Who's Better?
Disclaimer: I don't want to own anyone. . .
Author's Note: This is my first story here so be nice.
Description: Mary-Sue and Celery, a Saiyan girl fight over why guys like them.
A young sixteen-year old girl with long blonde hair, perfect blue eyes, and a bust the size of cantaloupes stared angrily at a tall, beautiful Saiyan woman with long black hair, full Saiyan armor, and a bust almost as big as the girls. She looked like she was ready to pull the blonde's head off and use it as a kickball.
"I don't get it? Who'd want to go out with you when they have me, Mary-Sue. I'm perfect in every way." She said, flipping her hair.
Celery snorted and crossed her arms across her chest. "Yeah, you're perfect all right. A perfect airhead."
"I am not an air head!" The blonde protested. "I can do quantum physics and calculus!"
"Yes but can you lift a boulder the size of a house above your head?" Celery asked, flexing her muscles.
"Yes! I can do that plus still look good enough to make a guy fall for me." Mary told her, flipping her hair again.
"Are you saying that I'm not pretty?" Celery asked angrily, stepping toward Mary.
"Well, I guess for an Amazon you are." Mary told her.
"WHAT did you call me?" Celery asked, her ki flaring up along with her anger.
"An Amazon. What? Besides not being as pretty as I am are you also deaf?" Mary answered.
"It looks like someone needs to teach you a little humility." The Saiyan growled, taking Mary by the back of the neck and slamming her face into the ground.
"Ew! Look what you did! You got mud all over my beautiful face and flawless clothes." Mary screamed, spraying mud all over the place. Celery had to step off to the side to avoid getting sprayed.
"Serves you right." She said, smirking at Mary and crossing her arms across her chest.
Just then, a bright light comes and envelops the two bickering girls. When it subsides, nothing left but the mud puddle Mary-Sue was sitting in and a few swirling leaves.
"Thanks Bulma, I thought we'd never get rid of them." Goku said to his blue haired friend, who was sitting behind a ray gun.
"You're welcome." She said, pulling off her protective goggles.
"Where did they go anyway?" Gohan asked.
"Somewhere where they won't be bugging anyone else."
At the Arctic Sea, we see two girls, A Saiyan and a Human, sitting on an iceberg glaring daggers at each other.
Well, there's my first story. I'm sorry if the name Celery was all ready taken, it was just the first vegetable that popped into my head at the time. I'm sorry the ending was so abrupt. I just didn't want to drag this on any longer then I had to.