My Cruddy High School Story
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
~~~~~Sorry if I get the Spanish wrong, I'm a writer not a linguist. . .Ok I'm sorta a writer. Well you get the point~~~~~
Mr. Palger pointed at Vegeta. "¿Sí, Vegeta?"
Vegeta put his hand down, "Uh. . . Puedo ir al uh. . . ¿Cuarto de baño?"
"Didn't you just go to the bathroom?"
"Uh well. You see I have this problem where I uh-"
"Save your excuses, you're not going." The teacher cleared his throat and continued with his lesson. "Ahora clase. . ."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Pft." He looked down at the work in front of him and sighed. "Hey Goku. I'll give you a dollar if you do this shit for me."
Goku looked over at him. "A dollar? That's it?"
"And. . .my lunch."
"Deal!" Goku grabbed the papers off of his desk and started working on them.
*****
"Mrs. Fitch! Mrs. Fitch! My string broke again!!!" Chichi yelled, waving her violin in the air.
"That's the third time this month. What did I tell you about tuning it yourself?"
"But Mrs. Fitch! All the other students tune their own instruments!"
"Yes well you're the exception dear."
Chichi turned her head to the side and glared at a giggling Bulma.
"You'll have to play in third position on your B string for today." Mrs. Fitch turned around and began talking to a cello player.
Chichi groaned. "Can't I just not play and write a paper or something?"
The teacher turned around and gave Chichi a threatening look. "NO YOU MAY NOT!!!"
"Eep!" Chichi clung to Bulma as if her life depended on it.
"Tut." Bulma pushed her away and brushed off her blouse. "Stop being so immature."
Chichi's bottom lip quivered. "What's with you today?" She smiled and nodded, "Oh! It's that time of the month isn't it?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes on Chichi. "That's none of your business."
Chichi grinned and nodded. "Ok."
"What are you smiling at!!!"
"Mrs. Briefs!"
". . ." Bulma took a deep breath. "Sorry Mrs. Fitch."
"More like Mrs. Bitch," Chichi muttered.
Bulma grinned slightly.
*****
"So are you going with those guys to the mall?" 17 asked his sister curiously.
"I don't plan to, no."
"You two in the back! Pay attention."
18 glared at the teacher. "We are paying attention."
"Then answer the question I just-"
"Hamlet. Now do you mind? We're trying to talk."
The teacher blinked a few times with widened eyes. She tried to think of something to say but words failed her. "Class uh. . .Just talk for the next few minutes." She sat down and stared at her desk.
"What's with her?"
A blonde haired boy turned around and glanced at them. "Mrs. Davis has never been proven wrong before. I think you gave her a bit of a nasty shock." The kid laughed and turned back around.
"Weirdo." 18 muttered. She sighed and looked back at her brother. "I can't wait to get out of here."
"That's apparent."
They both put their books in their book bags and watched the clock. After several long minutes, the bell rang.
*****
*Ding Dong!*
18 opened the door and sighed. "Yes?"
"Ready to go!?" Chichi asked as she gave a little hop.
18 rubbed her eyes. "Go where?"
"The mall, silly."
"What? I'm not going."
"But at lunch you said you would."
"No. I think I remember saying there was no way in hell that I was going to go."
"Oh you're going." 17 came up behind 18 and grabbed her arm.
"Hey, let go."
"Nope. You need to get out of this house for a change."
"Yeah!" Chichi shouted as she grabbed 18's other arm and pulled her outside.
"Oh, God help me." 18 muttered as she was dragged into Bulma's car.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
~~~~~Sorry if I get the Spanish wrong, I'm a writer not a linguist. . .Ok I'm sorta a writer. Well you get the point~~~~~
Mr. Palger pointed at Vegeta. "¿Sí, Vegeta?"
Vegeta put his hand down, "Uh. . . Puedo ir al uh. . . ¿Cuarto de baño?"
"Didn't you just go to the bathroom?"
"Uh well. You see I have this problem where I uh-"
"Save your excuses, you're not going." The teacher cleared his throat and continued with his lesson. "Ahora clase. . ."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Pft." He looked down at the work in front of him and sighed. "Hey Goku. I'll give you a dollar if you do this shit for me."
Goku looked over at him. "A dollar? That's it?"
"And. . .my lunch."
"Deal!" Goku grabbed the papers off of his desk and started working on them.
*****
"Mrs. Fitch! Mrs. Fitch! My string broke again!!!" Chichi yelled, waving her violin in the air.
"That's the third time this month. What did I tell you about tuning it yourself?"
"But Mrs. Fitch! All the other students tune their own instruments!"
"Yes well you're the exception dear."
Chichi turned her head to the side and glared at a giggling Bulma.
"You'll have to play in third position on your B string for today." Mrs. Fitch turned around and began talking to a cello player.
Chichi groaned. "Can't I just not play and write a paper or something?"
The teacher turned around and gave Chichi a threatening look. "NO YOU MAY NOT!!!"
"Eep!" Chichi clung to Bulma as if her life depended on it.
"Tut." Bulma pushed her away and brushed off her blouse. "Stop being so immature."
Chichi's bottom lip quivered. "What's with you today?" She smiled and nodded, "Oh! It's that time of the month isn't it?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes on Chichi. "That's none of your business."
Chichi grinned and nodded. "Ok."
"What are you smiling at!!!"
"Mrs. Briefs!"
". . ." Bulma took a deep breath. "Sorry Mrs. Fitch."
"More like Mrs. Bitch," Chichi muttered.
Bulma grinned slightly.
*****
"So are you going with those guys to the mall?" 17 asked his sister curiously.
"I don't plan to, no."
"You two in the back! Pay attention."
18 glared at the teacher. "We are paying attention."
"Then answer the question I just-"
"Hamlet. Now do you mind? We're trying to talk."
The teacher blinked a few times with widened eyes. She tried to think of something to say but words failed her. "Class uh. . .Just talk for the next few minutes." She sat down and stared at her desk.
"What's with her?"
A blonde haired boy turned around and glanced at them. "Mrs. Davis has never been proven wrong before. I think you gave her a bit of a nasty shock." The kid laughed and turned back around.
"Weirdo." 18 muttered. She sighed and looked back at her brother. "I can't wait to get out of here."
"That's apparent."
They both put their books in their book bags and watched the clock. After several long minutes, the bell rang.
*****
*Ding Dong!*
18 opened the door and sighed. "Yes?"
"Ready to go!?" Chichi asked as she gave a little hop.
18 rubbed her eyes. "Go where?"
"The mall, silly."
"What? I'm not going."
"But at lunch you said you would."
"No. I think I remember saying there was no way in hell that I was going to go."
"Oh you're going." 17 came up behind 18 and grabbed her arm.
"Hey, let go."
"Nope. You need to get out of this house for a change."
"Yeah!" Chichi shouted as she grabbed 18's other arm and pulled her outside.
"Oh, God help me." 18 muttered as she was dragged into Bulma's car.
~To be continued~