And here we are finally with the next chapter of The Petulant Purple School. Sorry it took so long. I had started it, got about halfway through it, then completely forgot about it. Oh, and I'm also sorry to say that I had a sudden idea, and I won't be using any reviewers as teachers. But, since I feel bad about going back on my promise, you get to be faculty, but not teachers (like janitors and stuff).
Also, this will be my first "official" fight scene that I have ever written. I hope it's not too crappy. And since it's the two Trunkses that will be fighting, Mirai Trunks will be referred to as Mirai or MT.
PPP's friends arrived at the "school" a half-hour after they had been summoned. They were both very curious as to how their most hated teacher had died.
"It didn't have anything to do with that cartoon you always watch, did it?" Mandi asked with a yawn.
PPP looked around at all the DBZ characters in the room. "Of course not!" she answered brightly. "They're just here for decoration! Yes Mandi, it had something to do with 'that cartoon I always watch.'"
"Hey, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or anything," Mandi retorted. "It's not an everyday occurrence to see your psychotic friend's shows come to life, you know!"
"Whatever. So where's Justin? You did call him, didn't you?"
"He's right here," a voice answered from the doorway. "Stephanie, what did you do?" Justin asked exasperatedly, looking around at all the supposedly fictional characters in the room.
"Nothing," PPP answered innocently. "It was all Vegeta's fault."
"So why did you drag us out here at nine-thirty on a Saturday?" Mandi demanded, growing impatient with her friend. "I was asleep before you called!"
"Well, I was going to have a party, but since you guys took your time getting here, that'll have to wait 'til the end of the day. Congratulations you two, you're my new math teachers!" With that last statement, PPP sped down the hall back to her stolen office.
Mandi and Justin mouthed wordlessly at the crazy fan-girl. Finally, Mandi shook her head, muttering, "What I do for her…"
"Well, we might as well stay now that we're here," Justin sighed resignedly. Turning to his "class" he shouted, "I don't care what you do, as long as you don't break anything!"
The Trunkses and Raditz winced as Justin's shout bombarded their sensitive Saiyan ears. "There's only seven of us here, you don't have to shout!" Raditz screamed back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd take it personally." By the look on his face, everyone present could tell that Justin clearly didn't mean it. Mandi sighed and shook her head, sitting down next to the Androids to watch the fight. Why was it that she was the only normal person in her group of friends?!
"You watch your mouth boy, I could kill you with my pinky!"
Thankfully, the "bell" rang before any more blood could be shed. As in most high schools, the students dashed out of the classroom as if their behinds were on fire. And in Yamcha's case, it was, thanks to Raditz and 17 and 18.
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The Trunkses entered the gym cautiously. They weren't entirely sure what to expect of the PE coach, but they were positive that they weren't going to like it. Several of their fellow classmates were already gathered in the middle of the floor. Bra zipped over to her older brother giggling.
"Hi Trunks!" the hyper, blue-haired little girl squealed, hugging his leg tightly. Mirai gave his counterpart from the past a little smile, and wandered off to look for Goten or Gohan. He didn't have to look far, and was exchanging battle tactics with Gohan when several shots rang out, echoed by the gymnasium's horrible acoustics.
In the hallway to the locker rooms, two figures stood one diminutive and the other freakishly huge. The smaller one was clutching a very large and dangerous looking gun of some sort.
"Gotta love the facial expressions of fresh meat," the elf said, "don't you think?" They both stepped onto the court, revealing themselves to be none other than Commander Julius Room and Domovoi Butler.
For those unfamiliar with these characters, I suggest reading Artemis Fowl. Those who are familiar with them, yes, I understand that Root is dead. Roll with me here.
"Alright!" Root yelled, his face starting to go red as he took the initiative. Butler slipped away to lean against the bleachers, watching. "Butler and I are going to be your PE coaches. If you don't like it, I don't care.
"Because Butler and I have no real experience with sports and the like—"
"Except for my sister's obsession with wrestling," Butler interrupted.
Root muttered under his breath in Gnommish, something about stupid humans and their stupid games, which I will not repeat, and continued with his lecture. "Whatever. As I was saying. Butler and I have no real experience with sports, so you will be treated as new LEP recruits for the first half of the period, and the second you will spar.
"So, if you idiots will line up, we'll get started."
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Root blew his whistle and everybody without Saiyan blood collapsed. Chi Chi gave Root the dirtiest look she could muster; this was supposed to be a high school gym class, not some military camp!
"Oh, get up, it wasn't that bad!" Root shouted, ignoring Chi Chi's glare. "Fowl could do that with ease!"
"Not really," Butler muttered. Ignoring Root's reddening face, he said louder for the class to hear, "Non-fighters may sit in the bleachers to watch." Butler waited for Chi Chi, Bulma (who took a protesting Bra with her) and Mrs. Brief to remove themselves from the floor. Surprisingly, Hercule stayed put. "The rest of you, pair up and start whenever you're ready."
Hercule frantically grabbed at Krillen. He hadn't realized how many Saiyans were in the class, and Krillen was the only other human available. Gohan and Videl were paired together, as were Raditz and Bardock. This left the Trunkses to be paired. The fighters powered up and the matches began.
Mirai started by drawing his sword. "Is that allowed?" the other Trunks asked. He would be at a serious disadvantage if MT were permitted to use the blade.
"The teachers haven't said anything about it, so I'm guessing that it is," Mirai replied as he settled into his stance. Without warning, Mirai charged at his double, nearly catching him off guard. But at the last moment Trunks leapt out of the way, and MT ended up slicing through air.
Without waiting for Mirai to recover, Trunks rushed at his opponent, delivering quick, lightning-fast punches. With the oncoming assault, Mirai couldn't find an opening to use his sword; he was too busy blocking. Struck by sudden inspiration, Trunks took a step back. Before MT realized what was going on, his sword clattered across the floor, thanks to the beautiful roundhouse kick perfectly executed by Trunks.
MT glared at his past self and powered up to Super Saiyan. Trunks did the same.
Around them, other fighters were beginning to take notice of the powered up doubles. Hercule made a little whimpering sound and ran to hide under the bleachers, abandoning the beating he was receiving from Krillen. Krillen sighed. If Hercule spent more time actually fighting rather than pretending to be a Ginyu, he might not get his ass handed to him quite so much. Now partner-less, Krillen found a safe place on the bleachers to watch the rest of the fights.
Raditz and Bardock, being the full-blooded Saiyans that they are, paid no attention to the sudden power surge. They were so involved with their fight, they didn't realize they were levitating higher and higher until Raditz was sent flying into an air duct. After throwing a ball of ki in Root's general direction, who was rolling on the floor laughing at the display, Raditz and Bardock sheepishly returned to the ground and continued their fight.
The transformed Saiyan hybrids rushed at each other again, tearing up the court as they did so. Butler would have said something, but then, what did he care? It would be on the author's head, not his.
In a blur of motion, the Trunkses exchanged hits, neither one of them able to get an edge. Far away in the distance, the Bon-Jovi-song-clip-bell was playing, but the two were in their own little world. Finally, Trunks managed to get a vicious upper cut in, and that was when a hot, laser-like bolt seared his cheek. He looked up to find Commander Root aiming his Neutrino at the two of them. He heard snickers behind him, and turned to find a completely different set of characters.
"Beat the crap out of each other on your own time," the slightly overweight elf barked, gesturing toward the door with his Neutrino, "and get your asses to class." Apologetically Trunks and Mirai scurried away to their next class: science
It is complete! I am very proud of myself, because this isn't the only update I've made tonight. Yu Yu Hakusho fans, I have updated my story Stinkin' Wormholes, which, contrary to popular belief, is NOT A MARY SUE. It is an author insert. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. And now I guess I have to apologize for ranting. I'm just a little annoyed that some genius decided to put my story on a C2 dedicated to Mary Sues. It says very clearly on my profile that I don't write romance, except for the occassional yaoi.
See the pretty purple button? If you click it it does something cool.