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!
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!
