Disclaimer~

I don't own Vegeta or Goku (although I want Vegeta to be

mine...cough...). This is completely made up. I don't mean to offend anyone

by this. I know that there are some nice preps, I just have yet to meet one!

Fair enough?

One day Erin was sitting in her Spanish class listening to Sra. Errickson

drone on about preterites or whatever. She was busy staring at Jeff, the

really hott guy that sits next to her. He plays lacross...and gives her

100's on her homework, even if she didn't do it. Anyway, this really

annoying Freshman, Eric Johnson (I promise this is a real kid, not

Trunks...), kept stealing her pen and it was really pissing her off. She

thought about shooting a ki blast at his head, but knew it would never happen

because her power level is like in the negatives or something. Pretty

pathetic indeed.

Then, just as Sra. Errickson started doing the "Spanish Speaking

Countries" dance, the back door exploded and sent fragments of schrapmil into

Eric's eyes. Bastard Freshman! While Eric was screaming and bleeding, two

really weird looking men walked in. One was munching on a gross cafeteria

hot dog made from last month's meat loaf that was made from last year's

chicken nuggets that was made from who knows what! The other had his arms

crossed and had really spikey hair.

Erin screamd, but Jeff held her tightly to protect her from the strange

men. The one eating the hot dog peered into the classroom. "Did you really

have to blow up the door?" he asked the one with the spikey hair.

"Shut up, Kakkarot." The man walked into the class and looked over the

preppy girls and jocks. "Weaklings...hmmph..."

"Weaklings? I'll have you know that Plano West won the state

championships in tennis this year!" one of the jocks announced.

"Tennis? Ha! You hear that, Kakkarot? We're up against some tennis

champs here! What are you gonna do, beat me with a racket while wearing

knee-highs and a skirt? What you pathetic preps don't understand is that no

matter mow much Abercrombie or Bebe there is in your closet, no matter how

much makeup you cake your face with, no matter how many state championships

you win or tests you ace, there will always be someone smarter, faster, or

prettier than you. In a sense, you're all just as ugly and stupid as the

next person. Are you all following me?"

The students were speechless. A few of them blinked, but the others were

frozen. One little Freshman girl wearing a mini-skirt and XXI shirt tugged

on her boyfriend's shirt. "I don't like them, Reid! Go beat them up!"

Reid, another Freshman (that's right, my entire Spanish class is full of

Fish), looked around at his friends who all encouraged him. Giving into the

peer pressure, he stood up. Vegeta looked at him and laughed. "What are

you, a football player?"

"Yeah! And you're about to get your ass kicked! You think you can just

walk into our class when we were just about to start singing the Spanish

Countries song? Well you've got the wrong idea, you ass munching, butt

licking, homosexual retard!"

"Yeah!" the other students cheered. Erin and Jeff exchanged embarassed

looks. Being the only two sensible Sophmores in the class, they were ashamed

that their lower-classmen were so...dumb!

Vegeta and Goku had to laugh. Without wasting another second, Vegeta

shot a ki blast at Reid. Reid blew up into a million pieces, splattering

blood all over the girls. They screamed and ran into the bathroom to wash

up, ignoring the fact that their "friend" just got blown up.

Erin took it upon herself to stand up, much to Jeff's dismay. He stood

up beside her, not wanting the men to blow her up too. "You two can blow up

our door, but you can't take the life of my classmate! Even if he was a

stupid Freshman!"

Vegeta looked her over. She had her hair up in a pony and wore sweat

pants and a cheap tank, probably from Super Target. She wore no makeup and

had on flip flops that she got at Payless for $5. "She's got spunk," Vegeta

whispered to Goku. Goku nodded. "What makes you think that I won't blow you

up just like I blew up that other weakling?"

"Well, you could try to blow me up!" Erin challenged.

"Erin, be careful! You don't want to mess with these guys!" Jeff

cautioned. It's not that he was afraid of them or a wuss or anything, he

just didn't want Erin to get hurt because he's soooo sweet and nice and

thoughtful...

"As much as I'd like to, I think I'll keep you around. You and your

little boyfriend there seem to be the only sane ones in this class!" Vegeta

couldn't help but snicker at Sra. Errickson who was desperately trying to

file out the students. She was wearing a sombrerro and some

really...really...frightening clothes. Soon, only Erin, Jeff, Vegeta, and

Goku remained. "Why do you stay, woman? You could be safe and sound with

those pathetic Freshman and that ridiculous teacher of yours!"

"Because I'm not going to let you get away with killing Reid! As much as

I hate him, he was still a person, and he didn't do anything wrong! Well,

not anything wrong enough to kill him, anyway! You'll pay for what you did!"

"Oh, and you really think you can stop us? We're Saiyans!"

"Say-what?" Jeff asked, obviously confused.

"Jeff, honey, sit down before you hurt yourself." Jeff did as he was

told. "Now, "Saiyans", why are you here?"

Goku was feeling a bit sick from the hot dog, so he went outside. Vegeta

leaned against the wall and grinned. "Kakkarot and I came to destroy the

race of preps. It seems there is an over-population of them in Plano, and

they are multiplying so fast they are about to take over! They must be

defeated!"

"So...you're gonna kill the preps?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Score! Can I help?"

"Of course! You can help us...tell us where they hang out, you know..."

"Just don't blow up the Lacross field, okay?" Jeff asked, still trying to

decide what was going on. He was cute, but not that bright.

"Jeff, I want you to go home, okay? I have a feeling this is gonna get

ugly and I don't want you to get hurt. I'm gonna go with these nice men!"

"Be careful, okay? I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to

you...I know I've never really told you this or anything, but I've always

kind of...admired you! Well, what I'm trying to say is, if we make it

through this, maybe we can catch a movie or something..."

Erin smiled. "That sounds like fun! You have my number, right?"

"Oh puh-lease!" Vegeta complained. "I came here to kill preps, not play

Love Connection! Now let's go!"

Erin gave Jeff a peck on the cheek and walked out of the huge hole in the

wall with Vegeta. Goku was still hunched over, looking a bit green. "Oh

man, you didn't actually eat the hot dog, did you?"

Goku swayed on his feet, almost falling over. "I ate them all..."

"Oh my God, we have to get you to a hospital to get your stomach pumped!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "There's no time! I'll pump his stomach!"

Vegeta walked over to the dizzy Goku and punched him in the stomach. Goku's

eyes widened as he ran over to a trash can and threw up the assorted animal

bits. Erin shuddered.

"Thanks, Vegeta!" Goku said, wiping his mouth. His face was back to its

normal color and he was smiling again.

"Whatever. Now, let the carnage begin! We'll start by blowing up the

school."

Vegeta aimed a ki blast at Shepton, but Erin grabbed his arm before he

fired. "No! Wait! There are innocent people in there! Let me clear out

the fine arts halls!"

"Ugh, fine. But hurry!"

"Jesus, Vegeta! Lighten up! We're just here to kill preps, not cool

people!"

"I'm not opposing, am I? I just want to get this job done so I can go

home and take a bath!"

"What?"

"Never mind."

While Vegeta and Goku were bickering, Erin ran into the band hall and

told Mr. Lambert and Ms. Barker what was going on. They quickly told the

students that there was an emergency marching rehersal outside on the

football field and went outside. She did the same for Orchestra and Theatre,

but decided that the world could do without a select few of the choir

members.

Soon, Erin had cleared out every non-prep in the school, including those

who weren't involved in any fine arts program. She even told some of the

preps that were to stay inside. She also had all the cool teachers come

outside, but left teachers like Sra. Zack and Mrs. Blakely inside. There was

such an accumulation of preppiness inside the school that it began to shake.

Outside, the non-preps could feel the prepiness ooze out of the school and

begin taking over them. A few in the front suddenly had the urge to go

shopping at Abercrombie and spend their daddy's money. A couple even started

walking away to go quit their jobs and ask their dad for their credit card.

"Hurry, Vegeta! Blow it up before it takes over all of us!" To Erin's

horror, Goku and Vegeta were taking turns brushing each other's hair and

fixing their lip gloss. Vegeta was even wearing glitter!

"No! Not you, too! I guess it's up to me to destroy the preps before

they get me, too!" Erin observed the shaking high school. It seemed as if

the slightest touch would cause it to burst. That gave her an idea! "Jeff!

I need to borrow your lacross stick!"

Jeff was shielding his eyes from the bright light pouring out of the

school. It was the reflection of the lights hitting all the glitter being

worn by the girls! He handed her the lacross stick and stood behind her,

holding her waist so she wouldn't be blown away. Erin launched the stick at

the school. At impact, the walls shot out in a huge burst of energy. Bricks

and debris flew everywhere. Jeff shielded Erin from the flying dust and

wreckage. Once the dust settled, not a single prep was left standing. The

students in the parking lot were released from their trance, and Vegeta was

scolding Goku for trying to put lip gloss on him.

"Well done, Teater," Vegeta and Goku congratulated. "We sure could use

you and Jeff in our efforts to destroy preps in schools all over the

country!" "Jeff and I would love to help, but right now, we have a movie

to catch!"

Vegeta nodded and Goku winked at Jeff and gave him a thumbs up. Jeff

nodded and grinned pimpishly. He took Erin's hand and led her away from the

wreckage.

Vegeta was busy trying to get the lip gloss off when he accidently tasted

some of it. "Hmmm...what is that, Kakkarot? Strawberry?"

"Yeah! And I've got watermelon, blueberry, and fruit punch!"

"Oooo, I'll try the fruit punch!"

"Oh yeah, that looks great on you, Vegeta! Goes great with your

complexion! Really brings out your eyes!"

"Really? Aww, you're too sweet!"

THE END!