Disclaimer - I don't own Dragonball Z.
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Hello. I really hope you enjoy this fan fiction. This fan fiction will be a B/V get together, as always. This fan fiction is making fun of some almost stereotypical people.. This is also a High School fan fiction.. I enjoy pointing out the obvious.. ahaha.. I am very excited to write this! Well please review, and have a wonderful day!
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PS - This is written in a different style than I have written in before. It is thought. Well I'm trying, I'll probably fail.. but whatever.. I stole parts of this style from this book called 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius,' by Dave Eggers. Awesome book, if you enjoy literature than I suggest you give it a glance.. ahaha.. There was another book written like this but I've forgotten the name.. I'll try to remember it and post its title later..
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I hate people. I hate fat people. They take up too much space, and more than half smell of body oder. "Fucking lard ass, move!" I weaved pass the obese woman infront of me. With a polite"Excuse me."I'm in Connie's. It's a small store that sells nothing but school uniforms, and school shoes. It's an over priced boutique about a mile from my house.I am here to purchase non-other than my school uniform. I was right, she did have body oder.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes I need five, size three, Satan Academy school uniform skirts, and five French Toast style blouses."
"One moment please," the old woman from the counter said before disappearing into the crowd of workers behind her. It was the same every year. Same order. Same old lady with the tinged blue hair. Repetitive. "Will you be needing any hemming done?"
"Yea. I'd like it hemmed two inches."
The wrinkles in the old woman's face stretched into a small smile as she nodded her head, and wrote up the receipt. She then handed me the blouses and I handed her my mother's credit card. She stamped it without question, then handed it back to me. Connie's was out of date. They didn't have any sort of advanced equipment. They used simple cash registers, and a credit card stamp.
It was about 7: 30 A.M when I went to Connie's. I left early so I wouldn't have any run ins with anyone else who attends Satan Academy.I left to go to Europe with my parents the day after school let out. I had a few flings, and it was really just a nice get away from my 'friends.' Don't get me wrong, my friends and I are close. The thing is, there are maybe sixty kids in my year. Everyone is friends. Everyone has been close friends with each other at least once in their history at Satan Academy. Everyone knows everything about everyone. This isn't including the new kids, the ones that took a few years before morphing into a Satan.I'm talking about the originals. The ones that started in Kindergarten. Some even started in Preschool. Awe Fuck.
"Oh my God! Bulma!"
"Hey Chi!" I yelled back as she shoved through people to get where I was standing. Chi Chi is one of my 'friends.' We were 'friends' in 1st, 7th, 10th, and 11th grade. Yes. We skipped years between our 'friendship.'Chi Chi is one of those girls in your grade that everyone says is nice. The one that gives off a fake vibe. The one that will smile at you while in the halls, but will then turn and snicker about you once you're out of ear shot. I know this because we were 'friends.'The obese woman has an obese daughter. She will be new to Satan Academy. A first grader. She will eventually be ridiculed into anorexia.
"We haven't talked at all this summer! How was Europe?" Chi Chi asked me with her fake smile as she slipped infront of an unsuspecting couple in line; who were at the moment scolding their child about damaging things that weren't his.
"Good, I had fun. How was your summer?" The little boy, probably about nine, had broken the plastic tassels off of an album booklet that had pictures of school uniforms. He had been whipping them atgirl about the same age.
"Great! Goku and I are back together, and you won't believe who Juu is dating!" She squealed into my ear obnoxiously.
"Who?" I asked not paying much attention. I was preoccupied. The handles of the hangers that held my new blouses, were slipping from my grasp. One had already been trampled by the little boy; who was in the process of losing the privilege of his Playstation Portable.
"Vegeta!" She said this excitedly.
As I picked up my new blouse, the name registered with me. Vegeta was a stuck up prick. Heir to some 'great fortune.'He lived across the street from me. We weren't friends. We were the only real exceptions to the 'Everyone has been close friends with each other at least once in their history at Satan academy,'unwritten law.Our friends were friends, yet we never were. "Oh," I muttered as I got a better hold on the hangers.
"Oh? This is big! Juu isn't suppose to go out with Vegeta! Krillen likes Juu! It's so obvious, Krillen is just too timid to stand up and ask Juu out." Chi Chi said before muttering her order to the same old woman that had taken mine.
"Uh huh," I said. Still not paying attention to what she was blabbering about.
"Yea, well you're like in a daze. So call my cellular later, I gotta go meet up with Goku," Chi Chi then gave me a quick hug before exiting the crowded boutique with her five Satan skirts, and her five Satan blouses.
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The school I attend is Satan Academy. Satan Academy is located on a dead end street. This dead end street could be considered the boundary line of West City. Once you walk past this boundary, you are in West Pointe, then about a couple miles past the boundary you are in West Shores. This is where I live, West Shores. The students that attend Satan Academy come from all three.
West City contains homes of the middle class. Suburbia. West Pointe is the upper middle class. Not rich, but very well off. West Shores is the upper class. That's me. I am the heir to a fortune past down through my family. I'm not so sure how this fortune was obtained, it has always just been in the family.
At the moment I'm driving to Kakkorots house. Kakkorot is an obnoxious boob with an equally obnoxious wench. There's a fly in my fucking car. Kakkorot and his wench want me to come over so they can blabber on and on to me about their nonsensical bullshit. The fucking fly keeps landing my fucking hand. Kakkorot lives in West City.
His wench wants to plan a 'beginning of the year party'. Of course, like always, they will insinuate until I agree into allowing them to trash my house for their drunken parties. The fly is currently sitting on my steering wheel staring at me with those bulgy eyes, it's furry body is moving side to side discovering new ground I hate flies. I pull out a cigarette as I stop at the stop sign at the end of my street. Here comes another wench whipping around the corner. She drives like a maniac on side streets and an old woman on main. We make eye contact as she speeds past me.
Bulma Briefs lives across the street from me. She also attends Satan Academy. We hardly speak, and on the occasions that we do, it's verbal warfare. I flick the fly off of my steering wheel before putting my foot on the gas pedal. I turn my car stereo on, I'm blasting David Bowie's We Are The Dead. I hardly ever listen to him. I lit my cigarette and the sweet nicotine fills my lungs.
I am now on Kakkorots street. His house is in sight and I see three familiar cars. His, his wench's, and Juu Gero's. I am currently 'dating' Juu Gero. She is more of a string along rather than anything permanent. I always thought she played for the other team. I guess you learn something new everyday. I begin to laugh to myself as I step out of my Escalade and head inside Kakkorots 'abode'. The fly followed me as I entered.
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Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
David Bowie's We Are The Dead was blasting over my speakers as I made a sharp turn down my street. Catching the eye of the driver in the black Escalade. Vegeta Ouiji lives across the street and drives like an ass. He wakes me up at night with his obnoxious stereo that shakes the ground. I loathe him.
I start school in three days. I'm exhausted and my cell phone is vibrating against my wallet in my purse. I can hear it hit the metal G on my wallet. It's probably Chi Chi. I'm not going to pick up. It can wait. I'm going to keep myself disconnected from the students of Satan Academy until I am forced into a room with them. Yes. That is the plan. I must stick with the plan. The plastic on metal has ceased and the agitated dialer is planning to hit radial until I answer. I will not be picking up. It can wait three days.
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I stuck with my word. I shut my cell phone off and pulled the phone in my room out of my wall. I told my maids that I didn't want any visitors. My parents stayed in Europe, they're suppose to come back in a couple weeks. I am staring at myself in the mirror. I am wearing my hair down and straight. My makeup is light with dark lips. My white French Toast style blouse has its first few buttons unbutton to reveal some cleavage. I also have a cami underneath that says Bebe in bold black lettering, visible under the blouse. My blouse is untucked and my red, black, navy, and green plaid skirt comes to about the middle of my thigh. My white socks are pulled up to about the middle of my shin, and I am wearing chunky dark brown Dr. Matins. My left wrist has a Tiffany's bracelet and a yellow Livestrong, I also have two simple silver hoops in my ears. I will be dressing the same everyday. The only change will be the different brands of camis.
I'm not looking forward to this year, being it's the last. Don't get me wrong, I hate the kids I go to school with. It's just that they've become my extended family and leaving them would feel.. different? But I'm excited for college, for leaving them behind at the same time, it'll be a bittersweet good bye.
Well school begins in ten minutes. It'll take about five to get there, not including the back up in the parking lot. Satan Academy is one of the few Academys that has an elementary, junior, and a high school. A back up of cars, trucks, very large explorers, and soccer mommy vans, is what I will have to look forward to for these next nine months. Joy.
As I walk out of my home with a half eaten apple in hand I watch Vegeta do the same. He smirks at me from across the street, taking a bite from his green apple, and gets inside his Escalade. I smirk. It's a race. It's been tradition since I've gotten my license. We race to school on days like today, when we leave at the same time. This is the only sort of friendship we've ever shared. I enter my BMW M Roadster and start the engine. I look through my rearview as he pulls out onto the street, I follow suit. I pull my car so it's next to him, and open the convertible top so I can make eye contact.
He turned his booming radio down and stuck his head out of the window, smirking down at me. "Kakkorot's harlot is pissed at you for not answering your phone." He yells this to me while keeping his amused smirk plastered on his face.
I rolled my eyes and said, "How would you know?"
"They've been dragging me around with them and Juu."
"Fun," I say to him as I give a small smirk. I now am remembering that Vegeta and Juu are dating.
"Ready woman?" He asks as his head retracted back into his vehicle. He reeved his car and gave me a side glance.
I frowned as I placed my hands on my steering wheel and we both floored our gas pedal. I had the advantage, we had to turn towards my house, all's I had to do was get to the end of the street before him. He was still next to me, and his booming stereo had been started up again. Another contest. I turned my stereo up as we neared the first turn. Green Day's Poprocks and Coke began to be blared over my speakers, not as loud as his; but still loud enough so people outside the car can hear it. After I turned we had cars parked on both sides of the street, a bit of an obstacle for a mammoth Escalade, but not for my cute, little Beemer.
It wasn't an unusual sight to see a black Escalade and a red beemer race their way to Satan. It happened at least once a week during the school year. I won this time. Hopefully an omen that this year would be a good one. I'll be sanguine.
"Ha, you lose woman!" Vegeta suddenly yelled to me. We had parked next to each other.
"You lost!" I argued as we exited our vehicles. Our cars were the nicest out of the school, being there were only a handful of West Shores residents attending Satan Academy. Shit. There's a scratch on my car.
"I parked before you woman, therefore I win," Vegeta protested. His juvenility was showing as he crossed his arms, and his smirk was replaced with a hateful scowl. I glared back, trying to match his face of outraged fury. I mistook a shine as the scratch, false alarm.
"I reached the lot before you, you're just upset that you lost first this year!" I said this as I pointed my index finger at him. I had lost last year, our first race. I was now smiling, and began to walk away during his retort. Something about being a herpe bitch, I believe, I couldn't hear him over the sound of the bell, telling me that I was late for my first day and I didn't know who my homeroom was. Maybe it was a bad omen.
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Fucking whore with her shit eating grin. I won the fucking race. I entered the school at a different entrance than her. Takes longer, but I don't want to hear her gloat about her false victory. I have Zanotti for my homeroom. We don't get our schedules until after first hour, which is homeroom. I wonder if the woman even knows who she has for homeroom. She has Zanotti too. Kakkorots harpy made us check our class list yesterday night. Since there are only about sixty in the grade, we only have two homerooms. The only one of the 'group,' as they call it, that isn't in Zanotti's is Kakkorots IQ reducing whore. I fucking hate that wench.
As I walk into the room I see everyone is sitting in assigned seats. It isn't alphabetical order so I'm going to get written as late. Fuckin' a. "Mr. Ouiji?" The old man that reminded me of a shriveled turtle, asked as I sat in an empty seat next to Kakkorot. I glanced over at the old turtle as he asked again, "Mr. Ouiji." It didn't seem like asking this time, more like a demand. Girls were turning to smile at me as I remained silent. Kakkorot nudged me and, like always, had a smile on his face. "Are you deaf Ouiji? Or should I begin to speak retard to you?" I only stared at him, a smirk growing. The old man leaned back in his podium chair and smiled eerily. "Alright class, it seems Mr. Ouiji has undergone a lobotomy over this excruciatingly long summer. Well that shall save some class time, because it seems they made it so he is unable to comprehend. We can only pray that it has also disrupted his ability to speak as well." After saying this his eerie smile had faded into a frown as the door was opened to interrupt him. It must have been the woman. I didn't even need to turn. "Miss Briefs," I knew it, "you're late." Ha.
"I'm sorry," I heard her say as he pointed to me.
"That is where you will sit. It might be helpful if you could scrape Mr. Ouiji off of your chair first."
As she walked to the back, where I was sitting, she glared at me. I only smirked.
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It's bad enough that I have Zanotti, I also have fucking Vegeta. He could have told me I had Zanotti. The dick. He isn't going to move for me. I can tell by his smirk. Fuckin' a. "Move." I say with as much authority as I can. Vegeta just stared back into my eyes with a smirk. I hate people like him. "Move your fucking lazy ass you cock!" My glare hardened. "Vegeta, move." I say again, trying to muster more authority.
His eyes glint, and his smirk grows. The sound of the metal legs against the tile are heard as he moves his chair back about a foot or so from the desk. He then pats his lap. I kick his shin with my heavy Dr. Martins. "Move, asshole."
Vegeta continues to smirk at me then gets up, "Oh well woman. Your offer hasn't yet exspired." He began to cackle to himself as he winks at me and then turns his focus towards Mr. Zanotti. "I got a crappy surgeon. My brain will now comprehend where my seat is located."
I sat in the plastic seat. It was warm. I hate it when that happens, it's sick. I look up at the front of the room, Mr. Zanotti points to a seat infront of his podium. Mr. Zanotti then smiles up at the class with a sarcastic grin, his yellow tinted lenses cast a glare as he says, "Welcome to your final year here at Satan Academy." The tone of his voice made it seem morbid.
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I hope you enjoyed.. I enjoyed writing it! ahaha.. Well I'd very much so enjoy some reviews.. Thanks, and I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving!
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