Er.. Okay I own nothing of dragon ball z and blah, blah, blah. And I own
nothing of Jadie and her relatives.. Actually I only own rascal.. er.. I'm
lame.. Umm.. Sorry this took so long. Sort of writers block and school and
other elements that add up to that. Well It's sort of short but I figured I
should put up what I have. I hope you like it!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Rascal got to her classroom and looked around.. It consisted of math posters and desks.. 'Not interesting at all' she thought. She then saw a boy with lavender hair and decided that this person would be her new friend. She walked up to him. "Hi! I'm Rascal."
"Oh. Er.. Hi." Trunks said not looking up from the magazine he was reading.
"And you are..?"
"Oh.. I'm Trunks." He looked up from his magazine directly at Rascal and stared mouth gaping. "Nice clothes."
Rascal looked at him curiously. "Nani? Why is your mouth hanging open?"
"I was er.. Trying to umm.. er.. Trying to.. Trying.. To catch a fly?" Trunks stammered.
"Why would you do that?" Rascal asked confused.
"Oh for no particular reason I just like to do that. And it's none of your business anyway." Trunks replied trying to sound normal.
"Okay.."
The bell rang saving Trunks. He sighed and slid down further in his seat. 'This will definitely be an interesting year..'
A few minutes later.. "Ooo. What's this contraption?" Rascal asked curiously turning the graphing calculator over in her hands.
"It's called a graphing calculator," replied Trunks sarcastically.
"What's a graphing calculator? I don't believe I've ever heard of this contraption before," Rascal emphasized this by banging the calculator on the desk. "How does it work?"
"First of all you use it for math and stuff, second, you don't bang it on things, third you press the on button baka," Trunks replied rolling his eyes and wondering where rascal's sanity lied.
"Oh."
"What school did you come from anyway?" Trunks inquired.
"Umm.. I don't rightly know. All I know is that there were a bunch of kids and they all liked blowing things up. Oh! I remember! They were trying to teach me something about Ki level or something like that. The teacher had told me I was a lost cause and I'd never be able to control me Ki. Little did he know I was doing it on purpose." Rascal grinned maniacally. "I like to blow things up." She stated.
"er... Right, I shouldn't have asked." Trunks mumbled to himself.
"Nani? Why wouldn't you ask?" Rascal asked innocently.
Trunks just proceeded to stare at rascal.
"Nani?"
"Time to start class," Mr. Alfonso said. "Now take out your graphing calculators..."
The counselor assigned Trunks the task of watching over Rascal and showing her around the school. His only reply was "Great, just what I needed." His words dripping with sarcasm. "This is going to be a long day."
Needless to say the day went very badly for Trunks.
"Hey, why don't we glue the teacher to his chair?" Rascal begged.
"No."
"Well why not? He really needs to sit down. Look! He's all tired." Rascal pleaded. "It'll be fun."
"He's only tired because of your continuous pranks on him all day long. It's a wonder you've not been kicked out. As for me I'll have no part in this. You've already gotten me into enough trouble. Mom's going to kill me."
"Aww.." Rascal did it anyway.
A few minutes later..
"Ahhh! I can't get up from my chair! I'm stuck! Help! I'll get you Rascal! I know you did this! As for you Trunks you're going to get expelled!"
Rascal decided to make a run for it. She ran the whole way home dragging a protesting Trunks along with her.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Rascal got to her classroom and looked around.. It consisted of math posters and desks.. 'Not interesting at all' she thought. She then saw a boy with lavender hair and decided that this person would be her new friend. She walked up to him. "Hi! I'm Rascal."
"Oh. Er.. Hi." Trunks said not looking up from the magazine he was reading.
"And you are..?"
"Oh.. I'm Trunks." He looked up from his magazine directly at Rascal and stared mouth gaping. "Nice clothes."
Rascal looked at him curiously. "Nani? Why is your mouth hanging open?"
"I was er.. Trying to umm.. er.. Trying to.. Trying.. To catch a fly?" Trunks stammered.
"Why would you do that?" Rascal asked confused.
"Oh for no particular reason I just like to do that. And it's none of your business anyway." Trunks replied trying to sound normal.
"Okay.."
The bell rang saving Trunks. He sighed and slid down further in his seat. 'This will definitely be an interesting year..'
A few minutes later.. "Ooo. What's this contraption?" Rascal asked curiously turning the graphing calculator over in her hands.
"It's called a graphing calculator," replied Trunks sarcastically.
"What's a graphing calculator? I don't believe I've ever heard of this contraption before," Rascal emphasized this by banging the calculator on the desk. "How does it work?"
"First of all you use it for math and stuff, second, you don't bang it on things, third you press the on button baka," Trunks replied rolling his eyes and wondering where rascal's sanity lied.
"Oh."
"What school did you come from anyway?" Trunks inquired.
"Umm.. I don't rightly know. All I know is that there were a bunch of kids and they all liked blowing things up. Oh! I remember! They were trying to teach me something about Ki level or something like that. The teacher had told me I was a lost cause and I'd never be able to control me Ki. Little did he know I was doing it on purpose." Rascal grinned maniacally. "I like to blow things up." She stated.
"er... Right, I shouldn't have asked." Trunks mumbled to himself.
"Nani? Why wouldn't you ask?" Rascal asked innocently.
Trunks just proceeded to stare at rascal.
"Nani?"
"Time to start class," Mr. Alfonso said. "Now take out your graphing calculators..."
The counselor assigned Trunks the task of watching over Rascal and showing her around the school. His only reply was "Great, just what I needed." His words dripping with sarcasm. "This is going to be a long day."
Needless to say the day went very badly for Trunks.
"Hey, why don't we glue the teacher to his chair?" Rascal begged.
"No."
"Well why not? He really needs to sit down. Look! He's all tired." Rascal pleaded. "It'll be fun."
"He's only tired because of your continuous pranks on him all day long. It's a wonder you've not been kicked out. As for me I'll have no part in this. You've already gotten me into enough trouble. Mom's going to kill me."
"Aww.." Rascal did it anyway.
A few minutes later..
"Ahhh! I can't get up from my chair! I'm stuck! Help! I'll get you Rascal! I know you did this! As for you Trunks you're going to get expelled!"
Rascal decided to make a run for it. She ran the whole way home dragging a protesting Trunks along with her.