ssj2m: Why in the world would I forget us, saiyagal?
Saiyagal: Because your mad at mesa.
ssj2m: I am not mad at you. There's the second charpter. Please read and review. Discalmer we do npt own DBZ. Thank you
Ch 2: Not Another Prince!
Mel stared up at her newly appointed school. As if she didn't already know, huge letters on the front said, "ORANGE STAR HIGH SCHOOL". It was okay looking, but still..."Damn school," she grumbled. "Who needs it? I sure don't."
"Neither do I," a soft voice from behind her.
Mel jumped and whirled around. There was the guy who'd been watching her earlier that morning, though of course she didn't know that. "Who are you?!" she hissed, falling back into the familiar fighting stance.
His laugh was mocking. "Afraid of me, huh? I suppose this is your first day here."
She nodded tightly, wondering what game this guy was playing.
"Well then, I'm assuming your name is Son Mel."
"How'd you know that?!"
He smirked, a slightly disturbing expression. "We only get so many new students, Mel. Allow me to introduce myself - I'm Pencil Sharpener, and I'm supposed to show you around the school."
She stared at him, a slight smile on her face. "Pencil Sharpener? Where are you from, Office Max?"
"Funny. Really, it was. Come on, it's a long day and the only way to end it is to start it."
She followed him into the school. He showed her where the bathrooms were first, then took her to the main office, where she had to sign in. Then he showed her where all her classes were. By this time the two were talking like old friends.
"Sharpener," Mel said as they walked back to their first class (they shared all the bells, which was why he was her guide), "what kind of belt is that? I've never seen any like that."
"Oh," he answered lightly, "it's custom made. I've had it all my life, really."
"Oh? And it still fits?"
"It's special."
She frowned. "But where's the front? I mean, it just hangs there without any clasp, and every once in a while it moves. I've never seen a belt move before."
"Like I said, it's a special belt." But she noticed he didn't quite meet her eyes when he said that.
Then it hit her. "You're a saiyan, aren't you?"
Suddenly he grabbed her by the throat and thrust her against the lockers. Surprised, she tried to struggle but he was able to keep her there. "Yeah, I'm a saiyan. And so are you."
"How do you know?" she managed. It was becoming hard to breathe.
"I saw you go super saiyan this morning, my dear girl. I've only seen it once before, and well...let's just say it wasn't you." He chuckled. "My lord will be interested in you, and very pleased with me for finding you. Very pleased."
"Who's-who's your-" she coughed, "-lord?"
"You'll know soon enough, my dear. If I were you, I wouldn't mention this to any of your pathetic friends and leave it between you and me. Let's get to class." He abruptly dropped her, and she gasped, clutching at her throat, trying to force breath into her lungs. He walked into class.
For a moment, Mel didn't move. A million questions raced through her mind, like why was a saiyan here? A SAIYAN! Weren't they supposed to be dead?
She shook her head to clear it. "So he's a saiyan," she muttered. "I'm sure there's a reasonable, logical explanation for this. Oh well, Mom told me not to be late so I'll go into class."
She walked in, and the class stared at her. Trying to ignore the fact that the boys were looking at her as more then just another classmate, she said bravely, "Hi, my name is Mel - Son Mel."
The teacher, some old guy in his sixties, smiled at her. "Welcome to math, Mel. I'm Mr. Clark." To the class, he added, "She got perfect scores on her entrance exams, and alot of you could learn from her example."
"Example this!" some smart-aleck in the second row called out, causing the class to snigger.
"Quiet down!" Mr. Clark roared. To Mel he said helpfully, "Just pick a seat, and class will begin."
Mel nodded and looked around. There was an empty seat in the corner of the back of the room, and she started to head there when an annoyingly high voice called out, "Hey girl, sit here!"
Managing not to groan aloud, Mel nodded and walked to the indicated seat. The speaker was a blonde haired, blue eyed girl of average height. She was wearing a green tube top and neat white pants. She grinned as Mel got there. "Hi, my name's Erasa, Rubber Erasa, how are you?" she cried breathlessly, holding out her hand.
Mel shook her hand, being careful not to hurt her. "Fine, thanks. Who's that?" she added, noticing a dark haired beauty glaring at her.
Erasa followed her gaze, and smiled. "Oh, that's just Videl. Don't worry, she always glares at new people like that."
Mel nodded. "Yeah, whatever." She turned to the lesson.
An hour later, Mel felt like she'd rather fight Cell again than having another day like this. It was so BORING and amazingly easy that she couldn't believe that people actually failed in the class. Later, she supposed that her bored state caused her to ignore two very important things.
One: A new, incredibly powerful energy was coming extremely close. Two: Her tail had grown back. That was heralded by a loud RIIIIIIP that seemed to echo in the silent classroom.
Everyone stared at her. She was oblivious, as sleeping people often are. Erasa tapped her sharply. "Yo, Mel!" she hissed quietly. "Your skirt ripped in the back!"
"Huh?" the sleeping saiyan muttered, opening an eye. "Your skirt ripped?"
"Not mine!" Erasa blushed, causing the boys to snigger. "Yours! And there's this brown thing sticking out!"
That woke her up. "Say what?!"
Sharpener grinned evilly. "Uh-huh. And you know what? You look damn good like that."
The entire class laughed as Mel blushed angrily. "You bastard, how dare you!" she snapped, her eyes briefly flashing green.
A velvet voice suddenly invaded their heads, echoing in their skulls. My dear girl, please mind your language. After all, a pretty face like yours shouldn't be marred by naughty words.
Everyone in the room looked all around, but no one saw anyone who could possibly have done what the voice did. The only one who didn't was a smirking Sharpener. "My lord, don't scare these poor humans. After all, it's not their fault that they are."
Backward? Primitive? Stupid? Be nice to them.
Sharpener laughed, a cold sound that froze the class in their seats. "As you wish, my lord. Are you about to land?"
Yes, I believe so. I'm using the outer scope; there is a large building, and nearby is a dirt square. Or diamond, I could be wrong. Anyway, that is impact point.
"The baseball field!" Videl burst out. Mel looked at her and had to admit, the girl was brave. Instead of showing fear like her peers, she had a burning rage in her suddenly icy blue eyes. "You're going to ruin my school!"
Now the voice in their heads laughed. So, my raven-haired beauty, you have fire in your heart, and saiyan blood in your veins. You are different.
"My lord?" Sharpener asked. "She is not a saiyan. The only others of our race here are Kakarot, Vegeta, and their progeny."
Mel was about to protest when the velvet voice, so calm before, suddenly erupted. What?! My brother, here on this pathetic mudball?! Impossible!
No one else knew what this meant. Except Mel, that is. "Not another prince!"
A/N: Yup, another prince. Let's see if anyone guesses who he is. Anway, nothig much to say --guess I'm not as hyper right now as when we began. Next chapter whenever I feel like writing it down. In the meantime, I'm working on MY other stories, so you'll get an update soon. By the way.I've been thinking about doing a series of DBZ plays, which shall be called "The Vegeta Musicals!" Lol, it's gonna be great, but I want to know what you think first. Review in any of mine or ssj2m's stories and tell me! Okay, that's all, byz! -saiyagal
Saiyagal: Because your mad at mesa.
ssj2m: I am not mad at you. There's the second charpter. Please read and review. Discalmer we do npt own DBZ. Thank you
Ch 2: Not Another Prince!
Mel stared up at her newly appointed school. As if she didn't already know, huge letters on the front said, "ORANGE STAR HIGH SCHOOL". It was okay looking, but still..."Damn school," she grumbled. "Who needs it? I sure don't."
"Neither do I," a soft voice from behind her.
Mel jumped and whirled around. There was the guy who'd been watching her earlier that morning, though of course she didn't know that. "Who are you?!" she hissed, falling back into the familiar fighting stance.
His laugh was mocking. "Afraid of me, huh? I suppose this is your first day here."
She nodded tightly, wondering what game this guy was playing.
"Well then, I'm assuming your name is Son Mel."
"How'd you know that?!"
He smirked, a slightly disturbing expression. "We only get so many new students, Mel. Allow me to introduce myself - I'm Pencil Sharpener, and I'm supposed to show you around the school."
She stared at him, a slight smile on her face. "Pencil Sharpener? Where are you from, Office Max?"
"Funny. Really, it was. Come on, it's a long day and the only way to end it is to start it."
She followed him into the school. He showed her where the bathrooms were first, then took her to the main office, where she had to sign in. Then he showed her where all her classes were. By this time the two were talking like old friends.
"Sharpener," Mel said as they walked back to their first class (they shared all the bells, which was why he was her guide), "what kind of belt is that? I've never seen any like that."
"Oh," he answered lightly, "it's custom made. I've had it all my life, really."
"Oh? And it still fits?"
"It's special."
She frowned. "But where's the front? I mean, it just hangs there without any clasp, and every once in a while it moves. I've never seen a belt move before."
"Like I said, it's a special belt." But she noticed he didn't quite meet her eyes when he said that.
Then it hit her. "You're a saiyan, aren't you?"
Suddenly he grabbed her by the throat and thrust her against the lockers. Surprised, she tried to struggle but he was able to keep her there. "Yeah, I'm a saiyan. And so are you."
"How do you know?" she managed. It was becoming hard to breathe.
"I saw you go super saiyan this morning, my dear girl. I've only seen it once before, and well...let's just say it wasn't you." He chuckled. "My lord will be interested in you, and very pleased with me for finding you. Very pleased."
"Who's-who's your-" she coughed, "-lord?"
"You'll know soon enough, my dear. If I were you, I wouldn't mention this to any of your pathetic friends and leave it between you and me. Let's get to class." He abruptly dropped her, and she gasped, clutching at her throat, trying to force breath into her lungs. He walked into class.
For a moment, Mel didn't move. A million questions raced through her mind, like why was a saiyan here? A SAIYAN! Weren't they supposed to be dead?
She shook her head to clear it. "So he's a saiyan," she muttered. "I'm sure there's a reasonable, logical explanation for this. Oh well, Mom told me not to be late so I'll go into class."
She walked in, and the class stared at her. Trying to ignore the fact that the boys were looking at her as more then just another classmate, she said bravely, "Hi, my name is Mel - Son Mel."
The teacher, some old guy in his sixties, smiled at her. "Welcome to math, Mel. I'm Mr. Clark." To the class, he added, "She got perfect scores on her entrance exams, and alot of you could learn from her example."
"Example this!" some smart-aleck in the second row called out, causing the class to snigger.
"Quiet down!" Mr. Clark roared. To Mel he said helpfully, "Just pick a seat, and class will begin."
Mel nodded and looked around. There was an empty seat in the corner of the back of the room, and she started to head there when an annoyingly high voice called out, "Hey girl, sit here!"
Managing not to groan aloud, Mel nodded and walked to the indicated seat. The speaker was a blonde haired, blue eyed girl of average height. She was wearing a green tube top and neat white pants. She grinned as Mel got there. "Hi, my name's Erasa, Rubber Erasa, how are you?" she cried breathlessly, holding out her hand.
Mel shook her hand, being careful not to hurt her. "Fine, thanks. Who's that?" she added, noticing a dark haired beauty glaring at her.
Erasa followed her gaze, and smiled. "Oh, that's just Videl. Don't worry, she always glares at new people like that."
Mel nodded. "Yeah, whatever." She turned to the lesson.
An hour later, Mel felt like she'd rather fight Cell again than having another day like this. It was so BORING and amazingly easy that she couldn't believe that people actually failed in the class. Later, she supposed that her bored state caused her to ignore two very important things.
One: A new, incredibly powerful energy was coming extremely close. Two: Her tail had grown back. That was heralded by a loud RIIIIIIP that seemed to echo in the silent classroom.
Everyone stared at her. She was oblivious, as sleeping people often are. Erasa tapped her sharply. "Yo, Mel!" she hissed quietly. "Your skirt ripped in the back!"
"Huh?" the sleeping saiyan muttered, opening an eye. "Your skirt ripped?"
"Not mine!" Erasa blushed, causing the boys to snigger. "Yours! And there's this brown thing sticking out!"
That woke her up. "Say what?!"
Sharpener grinned evilly. "Uh-huh. And you know what? You look damn good like that."
The entire class laughed as Mel blushed angrily. "You bastard, how dare you!" she snapped, her eyes briefly flashing green.
A velvet voice suddenly invaded their heads, echoing in their skulls. My dear girl, please mind your language. After all, a pretty face like yours shouldn't be marred by naughty words.
Everyone in the room looked all around, but no one saw anyone who could possibly have done what the voice did. The only one who didn't was a smirking Sharpener. "My lord, don't scare these poor humans. After all, it's not their fault that they are."
Backward? Primitive? Stupid? Be nice to them.
Sharpener laughed, a cold sound that froze the class in their seats. "As you wish, my lord. Are you about to land?"
Yes, I believe so. I'm using the outer scope; there is a large building, and nearby is a dirt square. Or diamond, I could be wrong. Anyway, that is impact point.
"The baseball field!" Videl burst out. Mel looked at her and had to admit, the girl was brave. Instead of showing fear like her peers, she had a burning rage in her suddenly icy blue eyes. "You're going to ruin my school!"
Now the voice in their heads laughed. So, my raven-haired beauty, you have fire in your heart, and saiyan blood in your veins. You are different.
"My lord?" Sharpener asked. "She is not a saiyan. The only others of our race here are Kakarot, Vegeta, and their progeny."
Mel was about to protest when the velvet voice, so calm before, suddenly erupted. What?! My brother, here on this pathetic mudball?! Impossible!
No one else knew what this meant. Except Mel, that is. "Not another prince!"
A/N: Yup, another prince. Let's see if anyone guesses who he is. Anway, nothig much to say --guess I'm not as hyper right now as when we began. Next chapter whenever I feel like writing it down. In the meantime, I'm working on MY other stories, so you'll get an update soon. By the way.I've been thinking about doing a series of DBZ plays, which shall be called "The Vegeta Musicals!" Lol, it's gonna be great, but I want to know what you think first. Review in any of mine or ssj2m's stories and tell me! Okay, that's all, byz! -saiyagal