My Cruddy High School Story
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
"Is that, that new chick?" Krillin asked as he tightened his belt.
Goku looked up, "Yeah I think so. What's she doing here?"
"Humph." Vegeta walked towards 18 and put his hand on her shoulder, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
18 growled, grabbed his hand and flipped him over her shoulder.
"Arg."
18 looked down and her eyes widened. "Vegeta?! Oh I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
Vegeta snatched his hand back as he heard Goku and Krillin laughing in the background. "Yeah well you caught me off guard, that's all."
18's face turned red and she looked at the floor to avoid eye contact with him.
"So you're really in this class?"
"Yeah."
Vegeta's eyes wandered to her belt. "Are you really a black belt or are you just trying to look tough?"
She looked at him, feeling a bit offended. "It's real. You think just because I'm a girl I can't fight?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and tilted his head towards the rest of the room.
18 looked around and didn't see any other females.
"It's just unusual, that's all."
"Well. . .I guess so."
*****
"Hey! I'm home!" 18 shut the front door and walked into the kitchen.
17 came running in. "Got food?!"
18 rolled her eyes and set a pizza box down on the counter. "Of course. But if you're really-" she moved out of the way as he reached for the pizza box. She watched as he pulled out a piece and practically inhaled it. "If you were really that hungry, you could have snacked on something."
17 finished the piece and grabbed another, "Nah, didn't feel like it."
". . .Lazy."
"Yup." He finished the second piece and burped loudly. "So how was class?"
18 nibbled at some pizza boredly. "I flipped Vegeta over."
". . .So?"
"We weren't sparing, he just came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder."
"Again, so? You've never cared about beating people up before. . .Wait a minute. You like him don't you?"
Her eyes widened, "No!"
"Come on 18. We don't lie to each other. Remember?"
"I know."
"So?"
". . .I might like him. . .A little."
"See? Was that so hard?"
"Heh." 18 gave a small smile. "Well I'm going to bed."
17 smirked. "Sweet dreams."
"Oh hush." 18 turned around and walked out.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
"Is that, that new chick?" Krillin asked as he tightened his belt.
Goku looked up, "Yeah I think so. What's she doing here?"
"Humph." Vegeta walked towards 18 and put his hand on her shoulder, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
18 growled, grabbed his hand and flipped him over her shoulder.
"Arg."
18 looked down and her eyes widened. "Vegeta?! Oh I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
Vegeta snatched his hand back as he heard Goku and Krillin laughing in the background. "Yeah well you caught me off guard, that's all."
18's face turned red and she looked at the floor to avoid eye contact with him.
"So you're really in this class?"
"Yeah."
Vegeta's eyes wandered to her belt. "Are you really a black belt or are you just trying to look tough?"
She looked at him, feeling a bit offended. "It's real. You think just because I'm a girl I can't fight?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and tilted his head towards the rest of the room.
18 looked around and didn't see any other females.
"It's just unusual, that's all."
"Well. . .I guess so."
*****
"Hey! I'm home!" 18 shut the front door and walked into the kitchen.
17 came running in. "Got food?!"
18 rolled her eyes and set a pizza box down on the counter. "Of course. But if you're really-" she moved out of the way as he reached for the pizza box. She watched as he pulled out a piece and practically inhaled it. "If you were really that hungry, you could have snacked on something."
17 finished the piece and grabbed another, "Nah, didn't feel like it."
". . .Lazy."
"Yup." He finished the second piece and burped loudly. "So how was class?"
18 nibbled at some pizza boredly. "I flipped Vegeta over."
". . .So?"
"We weren't sparing, he just came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder."
"Again, so? You've never cared about beating people up before. . .Wait a minute. You like him don't you?"
Her eyes widened, "No!"
"Come on 18. We don't lie to each other. Remember?"
"I know."
"So?"
". . .I might like him. . .A little."
"See? Was that so hard?"
"Heh." 18 gave a small smile. "Well I'm going to bed."
17 smirked. "Sweet dreams."
"Oh hush." 18 turned around and walked out.
~To be continued~