Not Another Day!!
by Chipolata.
Chipolata stands in front of the staticy screen once again. She frowns at the audience.
"What is going on?" She asks of them. "Are you even there? I have had no responses to this story at all. Is it bad? Is there not enough Dragonball Z in it yet? Please, your silence makes this even more painful!"
She takes a breath.
"I should warn you all, the real story has not yet begun. This is the lead-in. The true insanity will ensue momentarily. Do not be scared.
"But enough of this. Let us begin the next installment of.... 'Not Another Day'!
She walks off. The static pulls apart like curtains, revealing red stage curtains, which in turn open, and so begins the story...
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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, Buffy, Macbeth, Winnie-the-Pooh, ** ***** SC or ******** School}
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[Chapter Two: "Come back! I need my textbook!"]
Chipolata emerged from Methods without getting into too much trouble from the teacher. She'd borrowed the textbook and managed to avoid all questions concerning calculators. Angel had been kind enough to lend her a pen and some paper.
"How'd you go?" Angel asked when they met up outside a classroom.
"Alright, I guess. I don't suppose you have you Macbeth text with you? I need it for English." Chip asked.
"No, I don't have English today so I decided to leave it at home. Sorry." Angel apologised.
"And what am I going to do for Psychology? My textbook is in my locker, and the keys are in my bag. Where did those brats nick off to?" Chip raged.
"Well, lets look at the timetable. See, they just had English themselves in D9. Go down there and confront them." Angel suggested.
"Krillans's bag was missing too. He said that if they were down there then he'd bring my bag up." Chip told her.
"Maybe his teacher didn't let him? You should go check."
"Good idea. See you later, enjoy Music."
Chip ran down the stairs to the front of the Design Wing. She was surprised to see Krillans waiting there for her.
"Let me guess," she sighed. "No EvMaster or Aaero?"
"How'd you guess?" Krillans asked sarcastically.
"There are no bags near you," Chip answered him anyway. "Where could they have gone? I'm going to have to tell my English teacher that my brother ran off with my bag! Do you think she'll believe me?"
"If she's anything like my English teacher, she won't."
"We have the same teacher, Krillans." She reminded him.
The two stood in silence.
"Well I hope they're enjoying themselves, where-ever they are." Chip said bitterly.
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"What?" Demanded LokiAOD, turning.
Suddenly he realized what, or who, he was sitting on.
"It's Piccolo." Doromon squeaked.
"Piccolo?" EvMaster laughed, "Ha ha ha whoa--!"
The five boys and seven bags were thrown off as Piccolo stood up. He turned on them, pissed off beyond belief.
"WHO..." He demaned at the top of his voice. "ARE YOU?"
He glared at the terrified boys, who could only gape and cower.
"WHAT IN HFIL ARE YOU DOING UP HERE???" Piccolo yelled again.
More terrified cowering. Doromon was still grinning. Toko tried to talk, but gave up and fainted.
Piccolo realised he was scaring them. He attempted to calm himself down, taking deep breaths, like Gohan had told him.
"A-a-a-a-are you r-r-really P-Piccolo?" Aaero stuttered.
"Yes." Piccolo told him, then glared. "How do you know my name?"
Aaero laughed a weak laugh. "You wouldn't believe me."
"You're green." EvMaster commented, stupid with fear.
"What's going on?" Dende demanded, walking up from another part of the lookout. "What's all the yelling about? Who are they?"
"I don't know them." Piccolo told him. "But they seem to know me."
"It's Dende!" Doro exclaimed, still with a big grin.
"I know that!" Loki snapped.
"We're in Dragonball Z!" Doro exclaimed, the fear vanishing. "That's Piccolo and he's Dende and we're in Dragonball Z!" Doro turned, grabbed EvMaster's shirt and shook him. "We're in Dragonball Z!"
"No, you're in Dragonball Z!" EvMaster replied, not thinking about his words. Chip had often commented on this verbal reflex of his.
"Shouldn't we try to wake up Toko?" Aaero asked.
"No, he's less annoying when he's unconsious." Loki told him.
"True." Aaero admitted.
"ALRIGHT!!" Piccolo shouted, getting immediate silence from the boys.
"Now, can you tell us who you are?" Dende asked.
"And how you know us." Piccolo added with a growl.
"Well..." Aaero started, looking at Doro. "I'm Aaerolander. That's Toko there on the ground."
"I'm Doromon." Doro said.
"I'm LokiAOD, uh, Loki Angel Of Death." Loki told the Nameks.
"And I'm EvMaster." EvMaster said.
"Your uniform... where do you come from?" Piccolo asked.
"It's just our school uniform." Aaero said.
"You all go to a private school?" Piccolo inquired.
"No, a state school, but it has a uniform." Aaero explained.
Dende walked over to Toko, who was lying quite uncomfortably on his and Chip's bags. He was drooling. Dende reached out a finger to Toko's head and touched his forehead to heal him. Toko's eyes opened slowly. At the sight of Dende's green face, Toko muttered a small scream, then fainted again.
"I guess we'll have to move him inside." He said.
"Wait, they're not going anywhere until I find out how they know me." Piccolo demanded.
"Oh, alright. At least we should move these bags out from under him." Dende grabbed the big red shoulder-bag, Chip's, and pulled at it.
After much effort, he managed to pull it up and spill the contents onto the lookout floor. A 'Buffy' folder full of paper, a large school planner, a 'Mathematical Methods Units 3 & 4' textbook, a copy of Macbeth, a graphing calculator, lunch in a brown paper bag, a green drink bottle and a Winnie-the-Pooh pencil tin, the contents of which scattered.
"Oops," Dende leaned over and began to pick up the school stuff. He stacked the books neatly, stood the lunch and bottle next to the pile, and began collecting up the pens and textas.
Piccolo rolled his eyes at the clumsiness of the younger Namek.
Dende closed the pencil tin, then gasped.
"Piccolo?" his voice was shakey.
"What?" Piccolo asked. He knelt down next to Dende and looked at the pencil tin where Dende was pointing.
"Oh, yeah. The sticker." EvMaster remembered.
Piccolo turned to EvMaster, glaring. Before EvMaster could move, Piccolo had him by the collar and was holding him up to his face, which was quite a distance considering the Namek's size and EvMaster's shortness.
"Where... what..." Piccolo couldn't seem to find the right words for his question.
"Th-th-that's my sister's pencil tin!! She got it in a game of pass-the-parcel! The sticker was from my other sister!" EvMaster blurted, scared beyond the point of pee-less.
Piccolo shook EvMaster. Obviously, this answer wouldn't do.
"She put it on there because you're her favourite character!!" Evmaster yelled, terrified of being shaken apart.
"What? Favourite... character?" Piccolo was suddenly confused.
EvMaster couldn't explain further. He was too scared.
Piccolo realised this and lowered the teenager to the ground.
"What do you mean, character?" He asked all of the boys.
"Well, where we come from, Dragonball Z is a TV show." Doro explained. "It's an anime - a japanese animation. You're one of the characters. Most of us watch Dragonball Z, that's how we knew who you were."
"TV show?" Dende asked, in shock.
"Yeah, and Goku's the main character." Aaero added.
"Figures." Piccolo muttered.
Toko sat up, moaning.
"Whoa, it Piccolo and Dende!" He said.
"Noo...." Aaero said sarcastically.
by Chipolata.
Chipolata stands in front of the staticy screen once again. She frowns at the audience.
"What is going on?" She asks of them. "Are you even there? I have had no responses to this story at all. Is it bad? Is there not enough Dragonball Z in it yet? Please, your silence makes this even more painful!"
She takes a breath.
"I should warn you all, the real story has not yet begun. This is the lead-in. The true insanity will ensue momentarily. Do not be scared.
"But enough of this. Let us begin the next installment of.... 'Not Another Day'!
She walks off. The static pulls apart like curtains, revealing red stage curtains, which in turn open, and so begins the story...
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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, Buffy, Macbeth, Winnie-the-Pooh, ** ***** SC or ******** School}
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[Chapter Two: "Come back! I need my textbook!"]
Chipolata emerged from Methods without getting into too much trouble from the teacher. She'd borrowed the textbook and managed to avoid all questions concerning calculators. Angel had been kind enough to lend her a pen and some paper.
"How'd you go?" Angel asked when they met up outside a classroom.
"Alright, I guess. I don't suppose you have you Macbeth text with you? I need it for English." Chip asked.
"No, I don't have English today so I decided to leave it at home. Sorry." Angel apologised.
"And what am I going to do for Psychology? My textbook is in my locker, and the keys are in my bag. Where did those brats nick off to?" Chip raged.
"Well, lets look at the timetable. See, they just had English themselves in D9. Go down there and confront them." Angel suggested.
"Krillans's bag was missing too. He said that if they were down there then he'd bring my bag up." Chip told her.
"Maybe his teacher didn't let him? You should go check."
"Good idea. See you later, enjoy Music."
Chip ran down the stairs to the front of the Design Wing. She was surprised to see Krillans waiting there for her.
"Let me guess," she sighed. "No EvMaster or Aaero?"
"How'd you guess?" Krillans asked sarcastically.
"There are no bags near you," Chip answered him anyway. "Where could they have gone? I'm going to have to tell my English teacher that my brother ran off with my bag! Do you think she'll believe me?"
"If she's anything like my English teacher, she won't."
"We have the same teacher, Krillans." She reminded him.
The two stood in silence.
"Well I hope they're enjoying themselves, where-ever they are." Chip said bitterly.
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"What?" Demanded LokiAOD, turning.
Suddenly he realized what, or who, he was sitting on.
"It's Piccolo." Doromon squeaked.
"Piccolo?" EvMaster laughed, "Ha ha ha whoa--!"
The five boys and seven bags were thrown off as Piccolo stood up. He turned on them, pissed off beyond belief.
"WHO..." He demaned at the top of his voice. "ARE YOU?"
He glared at the terrified boys, who could only gape and cower.
"WHAT IN HFIL ARE YOU DOING UP HERE???" Piccolo yelled again.
More terrified cowering. Doromon was still grinning. Toko tried to talk, but gave up and fainted.
Piccolo realised he was scaring them. He attempted to calm himself down, taking deep breaths, like Gohan had told him.
"A-a-a-a-are you r-r-really P-Piccolo?" Aaero stuttered.
"Yes." Piccolo told him, then glared. "How do you know my name?"
Aaero laughed a weak laugh. "You wouldn't believe me."
"You're green." EvMaster commented, stupid with fear.
"What's going on?" Dende demanded, walking up from another part of the lookout. "What's all the yelling about? Who are they?"
"I don't know them." Piccolo told him. "But they seem to know me."
"It's Dende!" Doro exclaimed, still with a big grin.
"I know that!" Loki snapped.
"We're in Dragonball Z!" Doro exclaimed, the fear vanishing. "That's Piccolo and he's Dende and we're in Dragonball Z!" Doro turned, grabbed EvMaster's shirt and shook him. "We're in Dragonball Z!"
"No, you're in Dragonball Z!" EvMaster replied, not thinking about his words. Chip had often commented on this verbal reflex of his.
"Shouldn't we try to wake up Toko?" Aaero asked.
"No, he's less annoying when he's unconsious." Loki told him.
"True." Aaero admitted.
"ALRIGHT!!" Piccolo shouted, getting immediate silence from the boys.
"Now, can you tell us who you are?" Dende asked.
"And how you know us." Piccolo added with a growl.
"Well..." Aaero started, looking at Doro. "I'm Aaerolander. That's Toko there on the ground."
"I'm Doromon." Doro said.
"I'm LokiAOD, uh, Loki Angel Of Death." Loki told the Nameks.
"And I'm EvMaster." EvMaster said.
"Your uniform... where do you come from?" Piccolo asked.
"It's just our school uniform." Aaero said.
"You all go to a private school?" Piccolo inquired.
"No, a state school, but it has a uniform." Aaero explained.
Dende walked over to Toko, who was lying quite uncomfortably on his and Chip's bags. He was drooling. Dende reached out a finger to Toko's head and touched his forehead to heal him. Toko's eyes opened slowly. At the sight of Dende's green face, Toko muttered a small scream, then fainted again.
"I guess we'll have to move him inside." He said.
"Wait, they're not going anywhere until I find out how they know me." Piccolo demanded.
"Oh, alright. At least we should move these bags out from under him." Dende grabbed the big red shoulder-bag, Chip's, and pulled at it.
After much effort, he managed to pull it up and spill the contents onto the lookout floor. A 'Buffy' folder full of paper, a large school planner, a 'Mathematical Methods Units 3 & 4' textbook, a copy of Macbeth, a graphing calculator, lunch in a brown paper bag, a green drink bottle and a Winnie-the-Pooh pencil tin, the contents of which scattered.
"Oops," Dende leaned over and began to pick up the school stuff. He stacked the books neatly, stood the lunch and bottle next to the pile, and began collecting up the pens and textas.
Piccolo rolled his eyes at the clumsiness of the younger Namek.
Dende closed the pencil tin, then gasped.
"Piccolo?" his voice was shakey.
"What?" Piccolo asked. He knelt down next to Dende and looked at the pencil tin where Dende was pointing.
"Oh, yeah. The sticker." EvMaster remembered.
Piccolo turned to EvMaster, glaring. Before EvMaster could move, Piccolo had him by the collar and was holding him up to his face, which was quite a distance considering the Namek's size and EvMaster's shortness.
"Where... what..." Piccolo couldn't seem to find the right words for his question.
"Th-th-that's my sister's pencil tin!! She got it in a game of pass-the-parcel! The sticker was from my other sister!" EvMaster blurted, scared beyond the point of pee-less.
Piccolo shook EvMaster. Obviously, this answer wouldn't do.
"She put it on there because you're her favourite character!!" Evmaster yelled, terrified of being shaken apart.
"What? Favourite... character?" Piccolo was suddenly confused.
EvMaster couldn't explain further. He was too scared.
Piccolo realised this and lowered the teenager to the ground.
"What do you mean, character?" He asked all of the boys.
"Well, where we come from, Dragonball Z is a TV show." Doro explained. "It's an anime - a japanese animation. You're one of the characters. Most of us watch Dragonball Z, that's how we knew who you were."
"TV show?" Dende asked, in shock.
"Yeah, and Goku's the main character." Aaero added.
"Figures." Piccolo muttered.
Toko sat up, moaning.
"Whoa, it Piccolo and Dende!" He said.
"Noo...." Aaero said sarcastically.
