The TV screen is static, and silent, for many moments. The eerie calm sends shivers up people's spines. As the snow moves about the screen, our hero Chipolata walks on screen with a grim look and some nasty news. She clears her throat and begins.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. What you are seeing is not a malfunction with the television. Nor does the station you're tuned to associate itself with the following program in any way. For what you are about to see is more dangerous and disgusting than last night's leftovers."
She shudders, then continues.
"This is a story of danger, intrigue, romance. A story about newfound love, good triumphing over evil, laughs, and adventures. A story about Vegeta losing his underpants, Piccolo finding a new place to live, Gohan admitting his true sexuality, but most importantly, about my brother finally getting those horrible socks out of his bedroom and into the laundry.
"For this is no ordinary Dragonball Z fanfic. Dragonball characters do not mysteriously turn up in my bedroom, try as I may. And I do not suddenly realise I'm standing outside Capsule Corp. No, this story is so horrible, so terrifying so--"
"Yoink!"
Chipolata turns.
"Hey, that's my coke!" I yell, then chase Loki off screen.
And so begins.....
[NOT ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!!!!]
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(To protect the identity and privacy of the individuals mentioned in this story, only screen names will be used. I will not give the true name of our schools. In the event I mess up and you know that you're mentioned but I used your real name, "Oops!")
{I don't own Dragonball Z, Coke, MSN Messenger, Radeon, ** ***** SC or ******** School}
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[Chapter One: Disappearing Act]
It was another of those days. You know, when hours seem to crawl by and you just want to go home and sleep, but you know you need to stay at school or the co-ordinators will pull through with their threats and expel you? It was one of those.
Luckily, it was recess. Angelblaze had fled German, Chipolata escaped Drama, and the boys had managed to get out of Maths without too many injuries. And for the benefit of all, Jay had fallen ill, meaning Angelblaze could stress about exams and boyfriends without interruption.
"I'm going to fail IT!!" Angel whined.
"No you're not. You just need to relax!" Chip insisted.
Well, it was a nice try.
Angelblaze was just one of those people who seem constantly under pressure from one thing or another. Homework was the common complaint, sometimes it was guy troubles. Quite often the trouble was there were too many guys!
Angel was like that. She was pretty, with longish brown hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. She was average height, and even though she was wearing the uniform, she wore it well. She had a bright and bubbly personality, and had too many friends to count.
Chipolata was like the total opposite. Well, almost. Chip rarely complained, and if she did, you know she was dead tired. She never complained about homework - it was always done in class.
Chip was short, with strawberry-blonde hair, brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. And if Chip had to give name to her boyfriend problems, it'd be that she had none.
"Oh well," Chip sighed, getting out her jam sandwich. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"
"You don't take IT." Angel reminded her.
"That doesn't mean I don't know anything about computers."
"Yeah," Aaerolander said. "With all that your brother goes on about."
Aaero was the soccer fan of the group. He had a good sense of humour and an opinion about everything. He was always the one to break up a fight or try and calm Angel down.
Chip turned to her brother, EvMaster. He too was short, but unlike Chip he was slightly overweight. He had an obsession for computers, and over the times he'd learnt a lot. Mostly from their Dad. Not long ago he'd built his own computer from parts he'd bought. It'd worked, and well.
At that moment he was filling in Toko and LokiAOD on the finer points of his new video card, a Radeon 9000 pro. Chip had heard it all before on the way to school.
"You know what, Ev? We don't care!" Inserted Krillans, who went back to his conversation with Doromon.
"I'm pretty sure Golden Ouzaru comes after Super-Saiyan 4." Doromon said.
"Uh, no, it comes before." Chip informed him.
"Oh really?" Doromon grinned.
He was always doing that. Aaero had promised a thousand bucks to the person who could catch Doro sad.
Doromon had only 'joined' the group recently and Chip got on with him well. Chip had quickly spotted his sketches of Trunks and Super-Saiyan 4 Gogeta and managed to squeeze a few anime-related conversations out of him.
"That's it! I've had enough!" Angel suddenly declared, picking up all her stuff and putting it back in her school bag. "No more studying. I'm off to talk to MD."
Angel then picked up her bag and stormed around the corner to her next poor victim.
"I hope MD's gonna be okay." Aaero commented.
"She will be. Hey, I'm going to go get chips from the canteen, anybody else want something from the hot food line while I'm at it?" Krillans asked.
"I'll come, I need Coke." Chip said, grabbing her wallet.
The two marched into the canteen. After a long battle, dodging the food fight, slipping past the busy tables and narrowly avoiding slipping on already fallen food, they had fought their way through two metres of crowd to the actual buying area.
'Thank goodness I only want the vending machine.' Chip thought looking at the queue.
As Krillans joined the line for hot food, Chip marched up to the Coke machine and read:
'OUT OF ORDER'
"Urgh, this is not my day!" Chip sighed, and joined the cold food line.
To stop herself from screaming, Chip conjured images of Gallet Gunning the idiotic Year Seven in front of her who had obviously not observed the canteen rule stating that all bags must be left outside. Common sense must not have stepped in to tell the boy that backpacks are not the best thing to be wearing in a squashy queue.
Don't you hate it when it takes nine hours to get to the front of the line when all you take is nine seconds?
Anyway, Chip and Krillans met up again in the ferocious two-metre battle to the outside. They helped themselves to the fresh-cooked potato lengths and Chip took a swig of the bubbly caffeine goodness.
"I just want to go home, and we have three whole classes left!" she moaned.
"Hey, where'd they go?" Krillans asked as they pushed through the canteen doors, to find an empty bench.
"Aw man! They ran off with our bags! Just great." Chip looked around for the hiding pranksters.
"They probably went around the corner." Krillans suggested.
Well, if it was as simple as that, then I wouldn't be publishing this story on the internet. Chip and Krillans searched around the entire canteen building, then around the Admin building and Krillans even went in the men's toilets. There was no sign of them.
At that moment, the bell decided to ring.
"No! Darn, I have Maths Methods. They have my books with them! Where could they be hiding?" Chip cried.
Somewhere very, very far away....
"Where are we?" Toko moaned, rubbing his head.
"Uh, guys?" Doro pointed, somehow managing to look worried and grin broadly at the same time.
"What?" Demanded Loki, turning.
Suddenly he realized what, or who, he was sitting on. He froze.
"It's Piccolo." Doro squeaked.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. What you are seeing is not a malfunction with the television. Nor does the station you're tuned to associate itself with the following program in any way. For what you are about to see is more dangerous and disgusting than last night's leftovers."
She shudders, then continues.
"This is a story of danger, intrigue, romance. A story about newfound love, good triumphing over evil, laughs, and adventures. A story about Vegeta losing his underpants, Piccolo finding a new place to live, Gohan admitting his true sexuality, but most importantly, about my brother finally getting those horrible socks out of his bedroom and into the laundry.
"For this is no ordinary Dragonball Z fanfic. Dragonball characters do not mysteriously turn up in my bedroom, try as I may. And I do not suddenly realise I'm standing outside Capsule Corp. No, this story is so horrible, so terrifying so--"
"Yoink!"
Chipolata turns.
"Hey, that's my coke!" I yell, then chase Loki off screen.
And so begins.....
[NOT ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!!!!]
* ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * !
(To protect the identity and privacy of the individuals mentioned in this story, only screen names will be used. I will not give the true name of our schools. In the event I mess up and you know that you're mentioned but I used your real name, "Oops!")
{I don't own Dragonball Z, Coke, MSN Messenger, Radeon, ** ***** SC or ******** School}
* ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * !
[Chapter One: Disappearing Act]
It was another of those days. You know, when hours seem to crawl by and you just want to go home and sleep, but you know you need to stay at school or the co-ordinators will pull through with their threats and expel you? It was one of those.
Luckily, it was recess. Angelblaze had fled German, Chipolata escaped Drama, and the boys had managed to get out of Maths without too many injuries. And for the benefit of all, Jay had fallen ill, meaning Angelblaze could stress about exams and boyfriends without interruption.
"I'm going to fail IT!!" Angel whined.
"No you're not. You just need to relax!" Chip insisted.
Well, it was a nice try.
Angelblaze was just one of those people who seem constantly under pressure from one thing or another. Homework was the common complaint, sometimes it was guy troubles. Quite often the trouble was there were too many guys!
Angel was like that. She was pretty, with longish brown hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. She was average height, and even though she was wearing the uniform, she wore it well. She had a bright and bubbly personality, and had too many friends to count.
Chipolata was like the total opposite. Well, almost. Chip rarely complained, and if she did, you know she was dead tired. She never complained about homework - it was always done in class.
Chip was short, with strawberry-blonde hair, brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. And if Chip had to give name to her boyfriend problems, it'd be that she had none.
"Oh well," Chip sighed, getting out her jam sandwich. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"
"You don't take IT." Angel reminded her.
"That doesn't mean I don't know anything about computers."
"Yeah," Aaerolander said. "With all that your brother goes on about."
Aaero was the soccer fan of the group. He had a good sense of humour and an opinion about everything. He was always the one to break up a fight or try and calm Angel down.
Chip turned to her brother, EvMaster. He too was short, but unlike Chip he was slightly overweight. He had an obsession for computers, and over the times he'd learnt a lot. Mostly from their Dad. Not long ago he'd built his own computer from parts he'd bought. It'd worked, and well.
At that moment he was filling in Toko and LokiAOD on the finer points of his new video card, a Radeon 9000 pro. Chip had heard it all before on the way to school.
"You know what, Ev? We don't care!" Inserted Krillans, who went back to his conversation with Doromon.
"I'm pretty sure Golden Ouzaru comes after Super-Saiyan 4." Doromon said.
"Uh, no, it comes before." Chip informed him.
"Oh really?" Doromon grinned.
He was always doing that. Aaero had promised a thousand bucks to the person who could catch Doro sad.
Doromon had only 'joined' the group recently and Chip got on with him well. Chip had quickly spotted his sketches of Trunks and Super-Saiyan 4 Gogeta and managed to squeeze a few anime-related conversations out of him.
"That's it! I've had enough!" Angel suddenly declared, picking up all her stuff and putting it back in her school bag. "No more studying. I'm off to talk to MD."
Angel then picked up her bag and stormed around the corner to her next poor victim.
"I hope MD's gonna be okay." Aaero commented.
"She will be. Hey, I'm going to go get chips from the canteen, anybody else want something from the hot food line while I'm at it?" Krillans asked.
"I'll come, I need Coke." Chip said, grabbing her wallet.
The two marched into the canteen. After a long battle, dodging the food fight, slipping past the busy tables and narrowly avoiding slipping on already fallen food, they had fought their way through two metres of crowd to the actual buying area.
'Thank goodness I only want the vending machine.' Chip thought looking at the queue.
As Krillans joined the line for hot food, Chip marched up to the Coke machine and read:
'OUT OF ORDER'
"Urgh, this is not my day!" Chip sighed, and joined the cold food line.
To stop herself from screaming, Chip conjured images of Gallet Gunning the idiotic Year Seven in front of her who had obviously not observed the canteen rule stating that all bags must be left outside. Common sense must not have stepped in to tell the boy that backpacks are not the best thing to be wearing in a squashy queue.
Don't you hate it when it takes nine hours to get to the front of the line when all you take is nine seconds?
Anyway, Chip and Krillans met up again in the ferocious two-metre battle to the outside. They helped themselves to the fresh-cooked potato lengths and Chip took a swig of the bubbly caffeine goodness.
"I just want to go home, and we have three whole classes left!" she moaned.
"Hey, where'd they go?" Krillans asked as they pushed through the canteen doors, to find an empty bench.
"Aw man! They ran off with our bags! Just great." Chip looked around for the hiding pranksters.
"They probably went around the corner." Krillans suggested.
Well, if it was as simple as that, then I wouldn't be publishing this story on the internet. Chip and Krillans searched around the entire canteen building, then around the Admin building and Krillans even went in the men's toilets. There was no sign of them.
At that moment, the bell decided to ring.
"No! Darn, I have Maths Methods. They have my books with them! Where could they be hiding?" Chip cried.
Somewhere very, very far away....
"Where are we?" Toko moaned, rubbing his head.
"Uh, guys?" Doro pointed, somehow managing to look worried and grin broadly at the same time.
"What?" Demanded Loki, turning.
Suddenly he realized what, or who, he was sitting on. He froze.
"It's Piccolo." Doro squeaked.
