"Aika"
Disclaimer: I do not own dbz. Do I look...erm seem like mr. Toriyama?!? I'm not a guy! Anyways, if I were him, I'd be making new episodes of dbz. DUH!
Authors note: This is my first fan fic, so bear with me if it's bad. If it is any good or you can just send suggestions, e-mail me.
Chapter 1-English class
'Another boring day in English class.' Thought Aika. Her teacher, miss Shindai, was rambling on about about a project due three weeks from today. "You will all draw a number and whatever number you pick, you will be paired with the person who has the same number." Said miss Shindai. "I will pass the bucket around now."
All the while Aika paid no attention whatsoever. She was too busy thinking about a social studies test she had next period. She was suddenly throne back into reallity by REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, loud sqeals. 'What the...?' Aika looked up at the board, it had everyone's name on it. Aika scrolled down the list of names, Tommy: 7, Rachel: 5, BLA BLA BLA, until she got to the name 'TRUNKS: 9'. She leaned over to a girl sitting next to her. "What are we doing?" Aika asked.
"We are drawing nubers to see who gets paired up whith who for our project. I want to be paired up whith Trunks! He is soooooo cute!" the girl giggled.
'Ugh! Is that all theese girls think about? Boys? Why Trunks? I don't get it.'
"Miss Negaisu! I said pick a number!" Her teacher exclaimed.
"Uh...Yes ma'am!" Aika said, jerked her head up and reached into the bucket type thing.
'Please don't pick nine, please don't pick nine, please don't pick nine!' Aika desperatly thought. She knew if she picked nine, all the girls would never leave her alone, always asking really stupid questions like, 'Oh, dose his breath smell like, minty fresh?, or even stupider ones like, What time dose he feed his giant armadillos?'
Aika slowly took her hand out of the bucket, only to reveal she had picked the DREADED number nine. 'Why me?'Right after she thought that, all the girls where silent for about a half-a-second, when they started tackling her with the idiotic questions to ask him, and other junk. Aika looked over at Trunks, who was doubled over laughing along with all the other guys who were laughing just because Trunks was.
That day, at lunch, Aika was doing her best to act cheerful after her social studies test. Just then, Trunks sneaked to her table unoticed by other girls.
"Can I sit here?" Trunks said, already seated.
"Yeah, just don't let anyone see you. I'm tired of all those girls trailing after me like I'm a celebrity or something!" Aika replied to Trunks' question.
"Well," Trunks said, "You kinda get used to it. I always have people following me, mostly girls. It's...aggravating."
"Yeah, but how do make them stop?"
"You can't." Trunks said. " But I was thinking, if I dye my hair green, and wear ear-rings, do you think they'ed quit following me?"
"No, they'ed just dye thier hair green, and start wearing ear-rings too."
"Well, I came here to ask about the project. Do you want to switch off, like going to my house tonight, yours tomorrow, Or what?"
"Well, we could go into the library." Aika suggested.
"No way! I'm not EVER going into the library again! The last time I went there, all the girls started squeeling and making a ton of noise, and I got into trouble with the librarian!" Trunks was gasping after he got all that out.
"O...kay..."
"Let's just go to my house." Trunks said.
"Good idea." Aika replied.
"But, I have to go home and change first. What time should I come over, and where do you live, and what time will I be back? I don't want to miss super."
"Well," Trunks thought about all the questions that he had just been asked and how he was going to answer them. "Okay, five-thirty, Capsule Corp., eight-thirty. Yeah...I think..."
"YOU LIVE AT CAPSULE CORP.?!?!?" Aika screamed a little too loud. As soon as she finished, all the girls relized where Trunks was sitting, and ambushed him in an array of...girliness.
"See...unhh...ya...OWWW! GET OFF!...lATer Ai...geeez, DON'T MESS WITH MY HAIR!...ka!" Trunks struggled to get the words out.
"Okay..."
'Ohh, that HAD to hurt.' thought Aika as she watched Trunks being masecured.
*~*
So? Like it? Hate it? Should I continue? Do you have suggestions? Should I stop asking questions? (Don't answer that.) Just review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own dbz. Do I look...erm seem like mr. Toriyama?!? I'm not a guy! Anyways, if I were him, I'd be making new episodes of dbz. DUH!
Authors note: This is my first fan fic, so bear with me if it's bad. If it is any good or you can just send suggestions, e-mail me.
Chapter 1-English class
'Another boring day in English class.' Thought Aika. Her teacher, miss Shindai, was rambling on about about a project due three weeks from today. "You will all draw a number and whatever number you pick, you will be paired with the person who has the same number." Said miss Shindai. "I will pass the bucket around now."
All the while Aika paid no attention whatsoever. She was too busy thinking about a social studies test she had next period. She was suddenly throne back into reallity by REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, loud sqeals. 'What the...?' Aika looked up at the board, it had everyone's name on it. Aika scrolled down the list of names, Tommy: 7, Rachel: 5, BLA BLA BLA, until she got to the name 'TRUNKS: 9'. She leaned over to a girl sitting next to her. "What are we doing?" Aika asked.
"We are drawing nubers to see who gets paired up whith who for our project. I want to be paired up whith Trunks! He is soooooo cute!" the girl giggled.
'Ugh! Is that all theese girls think about? Boys? Why Trunks? I don't get it.'
"Miss Negaisu! I said pick a number!" Her teacher exclaimed.
"Uh...Yes ma'am!" Aika said, jerked her head up and reached into the bucket type thing.
'Please don't pick nine, please don't pick nine, please don't pick nine!' Aika desperatly thought. She knew if she picked nine, all the girls would never leave her alone, always asking really stupid questions like, 'Oh, dose his breath smell like, minty fresh?, or even stupider ones like, What time dose he feed his giant armadillos?'
Aika slowly took her hand out of the bucket, only to reveal she had picked the DREADED number nine. 'Why me?'Right after she thought that, all the girls where silent for about a half-a-second, when they started tackling her with the idiotic questions to ask him, and other junk. Aika looked over at Trunks, who was doubled over laughing along with all the other guys who were laughing just because Trunks was.
That day, at lunch, Aika was doing her best to act cheerful after her social studies test. Just then, Trunks sneaked to her table unoticed by other girls.
"Can I sit here?" Trunks said, already seated.
"Yeah, just don't let anyone see you. I'm tired of all those girls trailing after me like I'm a celebrity or something!" Aika replied to Trunks' question.
"Well," Trunks said, "You kinda get used to it. I always have people following me, mostly girls. It's...aggravating."
"Yeah, but how do make them stop?"
"You can't." Trunks said. " But I was thinking, if I dye my hair green, and wear ear-rings, do you think they'ed quit following me?"
"No, they'ed just dye thier hair green, and start wearing ear-rings too."
"Well, I came here to ask about the project. Do you want to switch off, like going to my house tonight, yours tomorrow, Or what?"
"Well, we could go into the library." Aika suggested.
"No way! I'm not EVER going into the library again! The last time I went there, all the girls started squeeling and making a ton of noise, and I got into trouble with the librarian!" Trunks was gasping after he got all that out.
"O...kay..."
"Let's just go to my house." Trunks said.
"Good idea." Aika replied.
"But, I have to go home and change first. What time should I come over, and where do you live, and what time will I be back? I don't want to miss super."
"Well," Trunks thought about all the questions that he had just been asked and how he was going to answer them. "Okay, five-thirty, Capsule Corp., eight-thirty. Yeah...I think..."
"YOU LIVE AT CAPSULE CORP.?!?!?" Aika screamed a little too loud. As soon as she finished, all the girls relized where Trunks was sitting, and ambushed him in an array of...girliness.
"See...unhh...ya...OWWW! GET OFF!...lATer Ai...geeez, DON'T MESS WITH MY HAIR!...ka!" Trunks struggled to get the words out.
"Okay..."
'Ohh, that HAD to hurt.' thought Aika as she watched Trunks being masecured.
*~*
So? Like it? Hate it? Should I continue? Do you have suggestions? Should I stop asking questions? (Don't answer that.) Just review please!