Disclaimer: DBZ is mine! All mine!! I now plan to sue all the other authors
for using it!
A/N: My computer just crashed from too many pop up windows, so I'm going to blow off some steam by writing. I don't know if I should post this, but if you're reading this, obviously I did. Damn it. Now my Mechanical Animals CD is skipping. Life just sucks. But, about the fic... the ages may be messed up, but who cares? And it may make no sense, but who cares?
1. Frieza's Math Test
Frieza looked at his paper and shifted uncomfortably in the desk. He didn't like math. All the numbers mad no sense.
Suddenly he felt something wet hit the back of his head. He spun around and saw Vegeta and Radditz chuckling, Vegeta putting a straw back into his pocked. Frieza wiped off his head and pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. If only he could ignore his school work like he could ignore the saiyajin.
"All right!" Mr. Son (yes, Goku!) slammed a yardstick on his desk, getting all the class to attention. "You have one minute! Begin!"
All the class except for Frieza began to write furiously. But he just sat there, staring at the first problem. He didn't see the answer at all.
10b
x 17 .
He had no idea. Suddenly he again felt a wet wad of paper hit the back of his head. He spun around and saw that Vegeta was ripping up his test and making spit balls with it.
His tail twitched back and forth as he tried to find the answer. He stole a glance every once in a while at the pretty Bulma Briefs sitting next to him. She was already done with her paper, sitting quietly with her hands folded.
"Time." Mr. Son said and stepped from behind his desk. "Pencils down!"
Frieza realized he had never even picked his up, and he knew he would be in trouble. Mr. Son was on his way around the room, picking up the papers. He stopped at Vegeta's desk.
"Well, Mr. Vegeta," Mr. Son looked at the young saiyajin over his wire rimmed glasses. "we decided not to participate today? I suppose you know you will be punished?" Before Vegeta even had a chance to reply, Mr. Son's hair turned shiny gold, and he blasted a huge ki ball at Vegeta. when the smoke cleared, Vegeta was gone, and Mr. Son was back to normal. The class was silent as death.
Frieza was sweating bullets. Mr. Son was almost at his desk... in a second he would be dead.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!!" Frieza sat up off the floor, untangling himself from the bed covers. He had fallen out of bed.
"What a strange dream." He yawned and climbed back into bed.
1. Jerry Springer, Part 1
"All right, if you just tuned in," Jerry's voice came smoothly as a cameras panned over the stage, "tonight's topic is 'my mother is a domineering bitch and she wants me to study all the time'. For our first guest, let's bring out Son Gohan!"
The audience claps as 11 year old Gohan walks on to stage and sits down, looking over his shoulder and twitching.
"Hi, Jerry." Gohan said.
"Hello Gohan. Why are you so nervous?"
Gohan looked over his shoulder and shook again. "I'm afraid my mom might find out I'm here."
"Well, we'll talk about that later, Gohan. Right now would you please tell us why your mother is such a bitch?"
Gohan's face momentarily spasmed with anger. "That bitch! She makes me study all the time! No TV, no training, no girls, just study study study. She never cares about what I want! Only about studying!"
"My, my. I see you're a bit angry with your mother over her constant pushing you to study."
Suddenly the anger left his face and he looked scared again. "Huh? Angry? Oh no! I just want to reach...umm.... an understanding!"
"Well, it looks like you'll have your chance, Gohan. Because we have your mother backstage."
The fright in Gohan's eyes suddenly jumped to terror. "WHAT!? She's here?!"
Jerry smiled. "Yup! Now let's bring out Gohan's mom, Son ChiChi!"
The audience gave a burst of boo's, but they went silent when they saw a strange red glow coming from back stage.....
At the Son house....
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called from the couch.
"What is it, Kakarott?"
"This lady that's killing people on Jerry Springer looks just like ChiChi!"
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That's it for now. If I get good reviews, I'll post more. If I don't, I'll probably post more anyway. It's just like the a/n says, it isn't supposed to make sense!
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre
A/N: My computer just crashed from too many pop up windows, so I'm going to blow off some steam by writing. I don't know if I should post this, but if you're reading this, obviously I did. Damn it. Now my Mechanical Animals CD is skipping. Life just sucks. But, about the fic... the ages may be messed up, but who cares? And it may make no sense, but who cares?
1. Frieza's Math Test
Frieza looked at his paper and shifted uncomfortably in the desk. He didn't like math. All the numbers mad no sense.
Suddenly he felt something wet hit the back of his head. He spun around and saw Vegeta and Radditz chuckling, Vegeta putting a straw back into his pocked. Frieza wiped off his head and pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. If only he could ignore his school work like he could ignore the saiyajin.
"All right!" Mr. Son (yes, Goku!) slammed a yardstick on his desk, getting all the class to attention. "You have one minute! Begin!"
All the class except for Frieza began to write furiously. But he just sat there, staring at the first problem. He didn't see the answer at all.
10b
x 17 .
He had no idea. Suddenly he again felt a wet wad of paper hit the back of his head. He spun around and saw that Vegeta was ripping up his test and making spit balls with it.
His tail twitched back and forth as he tried to find the answer. He stole a glance every once in a while at the pretty Bulma Briefs sitting next to him. She was already done with her paper, sitting quietly with her hands folded.
"Time." Mr. Son said and stepped from behind his desk. "Pencils down!"
Frieza realized he had never even picked his up, and he knew he would be in trouble. Mr. Son was on his way around the room, picking up the papers. He stopped at Vegeta's desk.
"Well, Mr. Vegeta," Mr. Son looked at the young saiyajin over his wire rimmed glasses. "we decided not to participate today? I suppose you know you will be punished?" Before Vegeta even had a chance to reply, Mr. Son's hair turned shiny gold, and he blasted a huge ki ball at Vegeta. when the smoke cleared, Vegeta was gone, and Mr. Son was back to normal. The class was silent as death.
Frieza was sweating bullets. Mr. Son was almost at his desk... in a second he would be dead.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!!" Frieza sat up off the floor, untangling himself from the bed covers. He had fallen out of bed.
"What a strange dream." He yawned and climbed back into bed.
1. Jerry Springer, Part 1
"All right, if you just tuned in," Jerry's voice came smoothly as a cameras panned over the stage, "tonight's topic is 'my mother is a domineering bitch and she wants me to study all the time'. For our first guest, let's bring out Son Gohan!"
The audience claps as 11 year old Gohan walks on to stage and sits down, looking over his shoulder and twitching.
"Hi, Jerry." Gohan said.
"Hello Gohan. Why are you so nervous?"
Gohan looked over his shoulder and shook again. "I'm afraid my mom might find out I'm here."
"Well, we'll talk about that later, Gohan. Right now would you please tell us why your mother is such a bitch?"
Gohan's face momentarily spasmed with anger. "That bitch! She makes me study all the time! No TV, no training, no girls, just study study study. She never cares about what I want! Only about studying!"
"My, my. I see you're a bit angry with your mother over her constant pushing you to study."
Suddenly the anger left his face and he looked scared again. "Huh? Angry? Oh no! I just want to reach...umm.... an understanding!"
"Well, it looks like you'll have your chance, Gohan. Because we have your mother backstage."
The fright in Gohan's eyes suddenly jumped to terror. "WHAT!? She's here?!"
Jerry smiled. "Yup! Now let's bring out Gohan's mom, Son ChiChi!"
The audience gave a burst of boo's, but they went silent when they saw a strange red glow coming from back stage.....
At the Son house....
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called from the couch.
"What is it, Kakarott?"
"This lady that's killing people on Jerry Springer looks just like ChiChi!"
............................................................................ ...........................
That's it for now. If I get good reviews, I'll post more. If I don't, I'll probably post more anyway. It's just like the a/n says, it isn't supposed to make sense!
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre