Trying to edit, post and write another Fanfic at the same time is very hard.
Now, someone explain to me what it feels like so I know how to act.
ANYWAYS, due to the request of KayakQueen, ponytail 2 is now Joanna Martino.
SEE! I DO LISTEN! Thanks of appreciation for all those who were kind enough to review. And, yes, they will fight in front of the teacher.
Disclaimer: I ain't writing it and no one can make me, so there. I SAID PUT AWAY THE JACKET!
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"PLEASE DO SOMETHING! THEY'RE RUINING MY HAIR!" screeched a higher class of snob to the teacher, which is quite a feat in itself, the chanting of FIGHT was extremely loud. Too bad he went into that zombie mode where they can't hear anything.
The preps, so used to having their puppet boyfriends to everything for them, had no earlier fighting experience, but they did know that if you pulled someone's hair it would hurt.
So what do you know, they all went for Bulma's hair.
Looking up from the book she was reading, Bulma noticed almost too late what the preps where going to do. She was surrounded on all sides, the preps having every advantage.
"On 3, like 1, 2…3, go for it." squealed Ponytail 1.
"This is for messing with MY man." All of them lunged for Bulma's hair.
Slipping under her desk, Bulma easily avoided the sure to be painful assault on her head.
Clunk. They're heads collided and resulted in that very comical sound.
"Ow, that, like, hurts." "My head like, hurts too." "Where did, she, like go?"
Bulma returned to the surface, happy to have that scenario over with.
"Like, there she is!" Britney Spears wannabe shrieked.
Thanks to the fact that all of them shared a single brain, the others backed off, allowing Joanna to protect her uh, honor.
"This is for trying to steal him." Joanna slapped Bulma, actually thinking she had done some damage.
"For the last time you can keep your precious Vegeta, *I* DON'T want him." Bulma screamed, putting up with the slap, trying to avoid another detention, a month's worth is no thrill ride.
"Sure, whatever, you go Joanna, kick her butt!" the snob's friends cheered.
Another group of snobs, the ones who just thought they were too high of class to talk to anyone, went to try and pry the teacher from the safe haven of his computer and desk, declaring that all the noise created vibrations, causing their hair to mess up.
"PLEASE, THEY REALLY ARE MESSING UP OUR HAIR!"
Joanna sent another slap Bulma's way.
"How do you like it now?" Now Bulma was, too say the least, teed off.
"Admit it, I'm-" Joanna started, never to finish. Bulma landed a fist to Joanna's jaw, then another one to her stomach.
"You're stupid, a snob, and you're really dead." Bulma attacked with little or no mercy. No mercy.
Joanna, now in a choke hold, squeaked, "Hell-o, like HELP me!" then she passed out. Bulma now resembled a psycho right out of a horror show, scaring everyone except the egocentric preps. Britney Spears wannabe stepped up to take on Bulma.
"Now you're gonna get it. I'm a white belt." A quick back fist to Britney's face sent her screaming.
"Yeah, I can tell. It really shows." Bulma stood over the fallen preps, still mad as heck.
"don't worry Joanna, I'm gonna get Vegeta, like he'll put her in her place." Ponytail 1 raced out the doors.
"PLEASE! LOOK THEY'RE FIGHTING! DO SOMETHING!" one of the braver snobs poked him in the shoulder. He fell over, on to the floor. "EWWWWWWW!" the snobs screamed, "YOU KILLED HIM!" they pointed to the bold snob, who had a look of immense disgust on her face.
The remaining preps decided they would use strategy to stall until Ponytail 1 returned. "Like back off now, or we're like gonna be like mad." Bulma's anger was conveyed so well in her evil grin. "Like, you need a different eye shadow color, it's like-" Bulma started to approach the two slowly, drawing out the torture.
"WHAT?! I TOLD YOU I DON'T CARE! LET HER TAKE CARE OF HER OWN FIGHTS!" Vegeta was shoved through the door by Ponytail 1. "She's your girlfriend, you like, have to!" "She's not my girlfriend, she just started calling herself that!" Vegeta explained, a beaker in his hand, trying not to spill the liquid while attempting to pass the Ponytail 1.
"DO SOMETHING! HE'S DEAD!" The group was shrieking. "I'm trying, I think he's asleep, do any of you know CPR?" The one that caused the 'death' of their history teacher asked. Immediately all of them squealed, "EWWWWWWWWWWW!'
"LISTEN! If you won't let me go back to class-" "But like look, that girl's beating all her friends up."
"What girl?" He was too focused on leaving the classroom to notice the fight. "That girl like over there, please Vegeta, just beat her up.
He turned to see Bulma beating currently beating up pigtails, while Britney Spears wannabe was trying to do something to help.
"You."
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2ND PART! WOO HOO! This was not only too short, but it was not long enough. I know I'm being redundant, but so was my science teacher today.
*$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* *$ . $* -This describes me very well.
"LET GO OF HER! Come on! What did she ever do to you?" Bulma just glared at Britney Spears wannabe's stupidity. Then she returned to her victim.
"TAKE IT BACK!" Bulma screamed, in a very not so happy killer psychotic weasel voice, pigtails being held in a slightly different choke-hold.
"I SAID T-" Then Bulma felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up to whoever it was who was ruining her blood thirst and screaming, "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY HERE! YOU CAN KILL HER AFTER *I'M* THROUGH!"
The walking ego himself was glaring back at her. Then his glare one eightyed into a smirk. "No need to." It was then that that Bulma saw the blood drained from the colorless blonde's lifeless body.
"Oh, well, that takes care of that."
Remember the snobs?
"EWWWWWWWWWWW! Can't you do something?" The snob looked at her friends, then the closet, then supposedly dead teacher, then her friends again, then the body, then the closet, then her friends. "You know, like I think I have an idea."
Vegeta nudged Joanna's head, finding that she was unconscious. And to further compliment him, he managed to keep whatever was in the beaker, in the beaker, while Britney Spears wannabe and Ponytail were clinging to his arm, weeping over they're fallen friends, bad mouthing Bulma in the process.
"Oh VEGETA, like she was so mean. I was like, trying to like stop her, but she was like, all crazy." Ponytail wept openly.
'And they say I was trying to steal her boyfriend. They're pathetic.' Bulma had returned to her seat, reading her book.
"VEGEEEEEEEEEETA! You have to do something, pay her back for Joanna! Please!" Ponytail was clinging to his arm.
Looking deathly annoyed, Vegeta just mulled over his thoughts.
"Impressive." Vegeta mumbled.
"What's that Vegeta? Huh? Huh?" Ponytail asked, pukingly sweet.
Looking back at the blue headed one, Vegeta continued to mull over his thoughts.
"How'd you do it?"
Bulma, book still in hand, replied, "Do what?"
"Do this?"
"Do WHAT?"
"This."
Giving up, Bulma dropped her book onto her desk, and looked.
"You ever hear of a little something called adrenaline?"
"That explains it."
"No, 'cause I just snapped."
"You, just, snapped?"
"I, Just, Snapped."
"That's what I said."
"I said it before."
"Find someone who cares."
"I have."
"Spare me."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Funny, funny, funny."
"I know."
insert a really long argument containing cuss words
"THERE! Now see, aren't I a genius?" Slapping her hands together, the Snob stood triumphantly in front of the closet door. "BRA-VO!" "MARVELOUS!" Came sounds from behind the closet. 'Don't I know it!" with that, the snob walked off, after carefully hiding the history teacher underneath his desk.
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A little longer, I'll fix it up later for y'all, I had to do this in 30 minutes, so if isn't up to your standards, my apoligies.
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