My Cruddy High School Story
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
18 was sitting on the floor of the chorus room watching The Sound of Music for the third consecutive time since school started. The chorus teacher, Mrs. Dwight, had been ill prepared for the new school year and had just stuck a tape in for every class. The door opened and the majority of the class looked towards it. Vegeta came strolling in and sat down behind 18.
"Are you in this class?" 18 was speaking to Vegeta, though not looking at him.
"Yeah I got put in here cause the class I wanted was full."
"Same here. . .But how come it's been a week and this is the first time I've seen you in here?"
"Because I heard this teacher doesn't even pay attention to her class for the first week or so."
18 looked down at her nails, clicking them together slightly, "You stood me up."
Vegeta sighed softly and scratched his head, "I know, my car broke down. I meant to call you."
"But you didn't. . .You had two days to. . ."
"I'm sorry. . ." He put his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away, "Hey, don't be mad."
18 looked back up at the TV screen, scowling.
*****
"Heads up!"
"Ah!" Bulma squealed and covered her face as the volleyball came down and hit the floor next to her.
"Bulma!" Chichi threw her hands up into the air out of frustration. "You're supposed to hit the ball!"
One of the kids picked up the ball and served it.
Bulma gave her an evil glare. "Hey don't yell at me! I'm not good at spor- Ah!" Bulma hopped out of the way before the ball could hit her.
"Hey, pay attention you two!"
"Yes Mrs. Wright." Bulma and Chichi said at the same time in a drone sort of way.
*****
*tap*
"All right, for the last time, who is doing that?!" The Chemistry teacher eyed the class suspiciously.
Krillin and Goku were sitting in the back corner trying not to laugh.
17 raised his hand, "When are we going to start mixing chemicals?"
Mrs. Dultreet looked at him, "Probably some time next week." She turned around and started writing on the black board again. "Now as I was saying. . ."
Goku balled up a piece of paper and hurled it to the front of the room. It managed to hit the board. *tap* Goku quickly grabbed his pencil and looked down at his desk, pretending to write notes.
Mrs. Dultreet looked back and seemed more then frustrated. "I better not find out who's doing that!"
*****
"Quit it. . .Quit it. . .God damnit stop that!" 18 hurled her tray at Vegeta, food and all.
A wide-eyed Vegeta dogged. The tray hit the kid sitting behind him. "Ow!" The freshman fell out of his chair and a few of his friends got up to help him.
Bulma blinked a few times, "What's wrong with you?"
"He was flicking peas at me!" 18 yelled, at this point, standing up with her hands on the table.
"Well you won't talk to me, I was just trying to get you to say something."
"Arrrrgh!" 18 grabbed her bag and started to walk out of the cafeteria.
"Who the hell threw that?!"
Vegeta looked back at the freshman boy covered in food. "You see that hot blonde?" He pointed at 18 who was walking out the double doors. "She did it."
The boy looked towards her then at Vegeta then turned around and sat back down quietly.
"Vegeta, why is 18 so mad at you?" Chichi asked curiously.
17 cleared his throat and the others turned their attention towards him, "They had a date and he never showed."
Krillin looked down at his food sadly and poked at it. No one seemed to notice his down trodden expression though.
"It wasn't my fault, my car broke down!"
"You should have at least called her."
Bulma's eyes widened, "You didn't even call her?! Vegeta, that's terrible!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Seriously! How could you?!" Chichi screamed into his ear.
By now, half the cafeteria was watching them.
"I said I was sorry."
Krillin got to his feet and picked up his belongings. "You're a selfish bastard." He gave him a mean look and walked out.
This quieted them all. They watched in astonishment as Krillin left.
"Whoa. . .I've never heard him say anything like that before. And I've known him since we were little."
Soon the entire student body was back about their business.
"Look guys, I'm gonna make it up to her. Just get the off my fucking case." Vegeta got up as well, grabbed his bag, and walked out.
Chichi looked around. "Well. . .Our number's been greatly redu- What Goku?" She turned her head to look at Goku, who was currently poking her.
"Are you gonna eat that?" He pointed at her pizza.
"No, go ahead."
"Thanks hun." He grabbed the pizza off her tray and inhaled it.
"My man's got such a healthy appetite." Chichi cuddled up to him in a manner that made Bulma gag.
"Can you two please stop that? You know how it makes me feel."
17 glanced at her. "What's wrong Bulma?"
Bulma put her hands on her lap and looked down. "Nothing."
"Lonely are we?" 17 proceeded to put his arm around her. "I'm sure you're quite the heart breaker. You'll have a man at your side by the end of the week."
"Stop. . ."
"What? Don't be modest, you can't tell me it's not true. How many boys asked you out last year?"
"None!" Bulma pulled away from him, grabbed her books and walked out.
"There goes another one."
Chichi gave him an exasperated look, "No kidding."
17 looked at the two of them curiously. "Was it my breath?"
Chichi laughed slightly. "No, it's not you. Bulma's never had a single boy ask her out, ever. And the one time she asked one out, he turned her down."
"Oh I see. . .Wish I would have known."
"Don't worry, she'll be over it by the end of the day."
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt.
18 was sitting on the floor of the chorus room watching The Sound of Music for the third consecutive time since school started. The chorus teacher, Mrs. Dwight, had been ill prepared for the new school year and had just stuck a tape in for every class. The door opened and the majority of the class looked towards it. Vegeta came strolling in and sat down behind 18.
"Are you in this class?" 18 was speaking to Vegeta, though not looking at him.
"Yeah I got put in here cause the class I wanted was full."
"Same here. . .But how come it's been a week and this is the first time I've seen you in here?"
"Because I heard this teacher doesn't even pay attention to her class for the first week or so."
18 looked down at her nails, clicking them together slightly, "You stood me up."
Vegeta sighed softly and scratched his head, "I know, my car broke down. I meant to call you."
"But you didn't. . .You had two days to. . ."
"I'm sorry. . ." He put his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away, "Hey, don't be mad."
18 looked back up at the TV screen, scowling.
*****
"Heads up!"
"Ah!" Bulma squealed and covered her face as the volleyball came down and hit the floor next to her.
"Bulma!" Chichi threw her hands up into the air out of frustration. "You're supposed to hit the ball!"
One of the kids picked up the ball and served it.
Bulma gave her an evil glare. "Hey don't yell at me! I'm not good at spor- Ah!" Bulma hopped out of the way before the ball could hit her.
"Hey, pay attention you two!"
"Yes Mrs. Wright." Bulma and Chichi said at the same time in a drone sort of way.
*****
*tap*
"All right, for the last time, who is doing that?!" The Chemistry teacher eyed the class suspiciously.
Krillin and Goku were sitting in the back corner trying not to laugh.
17 raised his hand, "When are we going to start mixing chemicals?"
Mrs. Dultreet looked at him, "Probably some time next week." She turned around and started writing on the black board again. "Now as I was saying. . ."
Goku balled up a piece of paper and hurled it to the front of the room. It managed to hit the board. *tap* Goku quickly grabbed his pencil and looked down at his desk, pretending to write notes.
Mrs. Dultreet looked back and seemed more then frustrated. "I better not find out who's doing that!"
*****
"Quit it. . .Quit it. . .God damnit stop that!" 18 hurled her tray at Vegeta, food and all.
A wide-eyed Vegeta dogged. The tray hit the kid sitting behind him. "Ow!" The freshman fell out of his chair and a few of his friends got up to help him.
Bulma blinked a few times, "What's wrong with you?"
"He was flicking peas at me!" 18 yelled, at this point, standing up with her hands on the table.
"Well you won't talk to me, I was just trying to get you to say something."
"Arrrrgh!" 18 grabbed her bag and started to walk out of the cafeteria.
"Who the hell threw that?!"
Vegeta looked back at the freshman boy covered in food. "You see that hot blonde?" He pointed at 18 who was walking out the double doors. "She did it."
The boy looked towards her then at Vegeta then turned around and sat back down quietly.
"Vegeta, why is 18 so mad at you?" Chichi asked curiously.
17 cleared his throat and the others turned their attention towards him, "They had a date and he never showed."
Krillin looked down at his food sadly and poked at it. No one seemed to notice his down trodden expression though.
"It wasn't my fault, my car broke down!"
"You should have at least called her."
Bulma's eyes widened, "You didn't even call her?! Vegeta, that's terrible!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Seriously! How could you?!" Chichi screamed into his ear.
By now, half the cafeteria was watching them.
"I said I was sorry."
Krillin got to his feet and picked up his belongings. "You're a selfish bastard." He gave him a mean look and walked out.
This quieted them all. They watched in astonishment as Krillin left.
"Whoa. . .I've never heard him say anything like that before. And I've known him since we were little."
Soon the entire student body was back about their business.
"Look guys, I'm gonna make it up to her. Just get the off my fucking case." Vegeta got up as well, grabbed his bag, and walked out.
Chichi looked around. "Well. . .Our number's been greatly redu- What Goku?" She turned her head to look at Goku, who was currently poking her.
"Are you gonna eat that?" He pointed at her pizza.
"No, go ahead."
"Thanks hun." He grabbed the pizza off her tray and inhaled it.
"My man's got such a healthy appetite." Chichi cuddled up to him in a manner that made Bulma gag.
"Can you two please stop that? You know how it makes me feel."
17 glanced at her. "What's wrong Bulma?"
Bulma put her hands on her lap and looked down. "Nothing."
"Lonely are we?" 17 proceeded to put his arm around her. "I'm sure you're quite the heart breaker. You'll have a man at your side by the end of the week."
"Stop. . ."
"What? Don't be modest, you can't tell me it's not true. How many boys asked you out last year?"
"None!" Bulma pulled away from him, grabbed her books and walked out.
"There goes another one."
Chichi gave him an exasperated look, "No kidding."
17 looked at the two of them curiously. "Was it my breath?"
Chichi laughed slightly. "No, it's not you. Bulma's never had a single boy ask her out, ever. And the one time she asked one out, he turned her down."
"Oh I see. . .Wish I would have known."
"Don't worry, she'll be over it by the end of the day."
~To be continued~