By: Koolaid
I don't own anything.
The D double faced O pinionatedly R aunchy K inky S ayians A.k.a. The Dorks
17,Freya: The bitch of the group, also the leader. She is Devilish, almost evil. Homicidal. Puts the R in dorks. 15,Bulma: Sometimes she is NARRATIVE, creates all weapons, drugs, and toys. Puts the O in dorks. 16,Chichi: Strict, lady-like, and cautious. Full blood but turned her back on her race. Put the S in dorks. 18, 18: Nasty, the slut of the group. Sex obsessed. Disturbed. Puts the K in dorks. 14 Launch: Jackal and Hyde case, two faced, split personality. Puts the D in dorks.
D. O. R. K. S is a group of upset teens that strike back against superiors, rules, and laws. They are drug addicts and are known by every Sayian alive. Except the Royal house who could care less. All had spent time at a juvenile and an asylum in the palace. Each had therapy, and spent time in the nut house. Each has A+s on Plants, Explosives, and History. Freya has a B- in psychology and they have Ds on the other subjects. They are attracted to only dirty people, and have a thing for making fool of each other and other people.
***
"Our report on half-breeds." They said together.
"Proceed." Grumbled General Bardock.
"Yes sir." Said the girls.
"My name is Cabby."
"I'm Obi."
"I'm Rome."
"And I am Keene."
"We did our report on Half-breeds, because frankly… we don't like them, "Obi began, "They came from Planet Earth, and Planet Frost. We had loads of them. And it was confirmed March 15th, that the royal house didn't like them either. They sent the most highly trained Elites to kill them off. But, if their parents proved them worthy… they were spared. Less than a hundred were spared"
A hand rose in the classroom. Her fingernails were painted black, she had several rings, and on every finger there were two. She had black skin since she was from planet frost. She had dozens of bracelets and necklaces and watches. She had white hair in several buns with a braid coming out of each. She had the lightest baby blue eyes, baby blue sunglasses, and frost lips with pearly white teeth, a tattoo of a paw with claws on her cheek, and a tattoo on her arm saying 'Bitch for life'. She had on tight shirt that said 'Vicious Bitches' and was cut off right under her boobs with several belly chains and another tattoo of a cross and a snake curled around it, and a gun tattoo on her hip. And a belly button hoop that had a chain connected to her lower piercing (An: Lol). She had scars on her back and legs and bruises and whelps on her arms. She wore black silky slacks and five-inch heels that strapped all the way to her thighs. She had her ears pierced all the way up and had huge Gucci brand hoops and on her left ear she had a chain that connected to her nose stud.
"Yes?" He said reluctantly.
"She screwed it up." She said.
"You'd know! Miss Bling-Bling!" Hissed Obi.
"Bite me!" She hissed.
"Explain." General Bardock said interested.
"Well obviously, the shit she said is fake. It happened March 14th, thank you very much. And they sent FIRST CLASS to destroy them. March 15th, 30 female, and 45 male, half-breeds were passed LEGAL on this planet. This consisted of 30 of your very own students, General Bardock, and seven are in this classroom, this very moment. The royal house was very intrigued in what these 'disgraces' were able to do. So they sent ELITES to kill off there parents from making any more. Some were used as whores, and others were other lowly occupations. Ones who object to this regulation, were passed off as convict and Regulators would punish them to the point they gave in. Others were whipped, whelped, raped, and murdered every day. They copulated till the point you full breeds felt threatened. So we are used as punching bags daily, or a garage to park your car when you ain't getting none."
"Can you prove this?" Keene growled with her fist in the air.
"I'll do the questioning." General Bardock growled.
"Yes, I can, as a matter of fact." She said standing up and turning around to show of her back she showed the students after she showed them.
"Those could be battle scars." Rome said.
"They are, my life's battle scars. They came from every status. Third. Second. First. Elite. Royal. Tyrant. Slave. They are battle scars. We make your meals. A slight mishapÀ8À we are beheaded or gang banged for your sick and twisted amusement. We are hung from trees, we are test subjects, and you fuck us constantly then drop us on our heads. If we are ever expectant with your child we are gutted, you take the life from our womb and deflate it's head in front of us, and our female organs are ripped from us, and we are sewn together like a fucking asexual alien. And you guys love it."
"Who beat or raped you?" General Bardock asked taking notes.
"Do you really wanna know? Every single person?"
"Yes."
"You asked for it. Turles… you are familiar with him aren't you? Radditz, wow your family must really like us. Especially Radditz. Um, there is Cauli. There is Nappa. God I will kill him one day. Mark my word. Frieza. God… that guy sucks ass. King Vegeta had fun beating the shit out of me in front of his son, telling him if he ever disagrees with one of his rules this could be me. I spat on these Elites shoes for calling me dirt, and I didn't see light till a month later. If you don't believe meÀ8À I can get several bystanders and it's all on my record. I believe that's why you're quiet. Am I a liar?" She asked getting very loud.
"No." He said giving her a look of pity.
"Thank you. For once a man who can be trusted! There is life on Vegeta-sei! BY GOD WE'RE GAWNA LIVE! I respect you for that." She said. Sitting down.
"Aw. Touching. Now where were we?" Keene said with a glare.
"About to sit down." Bardock said with a stamp with a D on it and stamp their four papers.
"What?" Rome asked getting ready to cry.
'"I know you are 'touchy' but you gave ill research. By…" He began.
"By any means necessary, are you allowed to give shoddily research. These 'disgraces' are permitted to have their utterance in the classroom to educate all students at all times. Right?"
"Exactly." He confirmed.
The girls sat reluctantly. And class ended at the sound of the bell. The half-breed flipped off the preps as she walked by their seats. They just 'ughed' and rolled their eyes.
"*** (AN: Bulma is sometimes the Narrator. She'll pop up now and then.)
That was Freya. She is ice-jinn/ Saiyan. She totally isolated her past. Only the staff and me know of it. I wont share it with anyone. Not even our best friends. She had many rapes and beatings I've lost count. One was even delivered by The King himself. We ignore our past. So we pretty much kill anyone who reminds us. Freya saved all of our asses by throwing herself in the spot light, not the good one. She blames herself for serious crimes and pays by serious blows that'd scar a normal person, inside, in the heart. We all love her ass for that. No we aren't whores, just teasers. We aren't sluts, we just, aren't afraid to look good. And we look damn good.
***
"Would, you like some black with that blue?" Keene joked as she high-fived Cabby.
"No cause black is such an ugly color. Oh oops… it's all over you. No wonder why you aren't as big as us!" Bulma laughed.
"What do you mean?" Cabby said.
"Why do you think we are all being raped? Cause they can't get it up for you!" Freya said and sneered at them as she came up behind Bulma.
They left knowing they lost that match and flipped them off this time. Bulma and Freya walked to the Plant Study, laughing as they did. They sneered at the guys who whistled or touched them.
Bulma wore here hair up in a sloppy bun with black spandex pants and a black tight silk shirt that split off to show her belly button ring. She wore only rings that were noticed because her bright yellow fingernails. She had on black sneakers with white stripes. She had no tattooing. She had sapphire eyes, and light pink lips, and a pale coloring.
"Yo! Freya, Bulma! Back here!" Came 18's holler. She was at the very back. There were six seats open.
Launch was in the first seat on the inside. She wore a green tank top and baggy army-colored pants with a huge belt. She had her blue hair in a tan bandanna. Her shoes were plain white.
"Guess what! We are getting a new kid!" 18 said excitedly. They always tormented new kids. 18 was next to Launch. Then Chichi, then Freya, then Bulma.
18 wore a bikini top with a 'Budweiser' Logo on it. She wore skintight stretch blue denims that her cut so they were just above the crack and pubic line. She wore a belt with whips on it. She had a rose on her belly right next to her belly button. She had on strapped sandals.
"So, Bulma's probably burnt out on teasing them!" Chichi said.
Chichi was the punk rocker of the group. She wore black baggy nylon pants with a white tank top with a collar on it that had a black tie sloppily tied. She had her black hair up in a bun with crimped hair at the sides. She wore orange shoes with green stripes on the sides. Her face was painted over the eyes and nose was a black and blue butterfly.
"Yeah! Like that'll happen!" Freya joked as she sat next to Chichi. And finally Bulma sat down.
Freya put her feet next to the person's in front of her head. That person happened to be Radditz and he grabbed her by the ankles and slid her onto his lap (AN: This school is like mine. We have no desks. It's like chairs go down about a two feet every row, so it's like stairs. And there is a section that we use to write on). She glared, alerted, took off her sunglasses, and relaxed when he kissed her. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back as she licked from his collarbone up to his chin before licking his cheek.
"Was that foreplay?" He asked, as she crawled back to her seat.
"You know it." She said and licked her top lip then puckering up and kissing at him.
Just then the teacher walked in with a stressed look. He muttered '"G' Morning class," and walked back to the door and welcomed the new kid.
"How bout I make him mess his pants. That worked with Yamcha!" Bulma said with a smirk.
Just then the new kid walked in. He wore a wife beater and Baggy blue jeans. His hair stood up straight. He was the hottest Saiyan they ever seen, or ever will see. He glared at the guy in the hall. He said something very quiet, then flipped them off, then went out and started yelling a million obscenities.
"Damn! He was a fine motherfucker." Bulma yelled and whistled.
He walked back in the class, '"You don't know me. So don't approach me. Cause you don't know what I will or I wont do."
"Prince Vegeta sit at the very back, I am sorry but that's the only seat left. We'll arrange you another seat if you'd like. But it'd have to wait." Mr. Nappa said.
"That'll be fine." He said and walked up to sit next to Bulma.
Radditz held out his hand to the Prince and they did their handshake and face forward. Freya feeling evil put her feet on both sides of Radditz's face and pressed as his temples. She suppressed a giggle as he growled. She snatched her feet away from his head as he tried to grab them. Bulma laughed as she scratched his head with her heel. He caught hold of her ankle and squeezed painfully. She didn't budge.
"Stop it!" 18 whispered and smacked at his hand.
"Shut up!" Radditz growled.
Freya nearly yelped as he dug his nails into her ankle. She took her free foot and pushed hard on his neck. He let go and she bent forward, and whispered, "Don't" with me." He smacked his lips together and ignored her.
"Freya!" Mr. Nappa called.
"Hmm?"
"What's your favorite plant?" He asked.
"Cocaine." She answered. The girls giggled.
"How come?" Radditz asked.
"Duh! Cause its good shit." The class laughed.
"Oh really? Do you snort it up the nose, or smoke it?" Vegeta asked getting in the conversation.
"Both."
"Ever at the same time?" He asked.
"No, but I'll try it and tell you in the morning." She said and smirked.
"No wonder you get A+s in this class. You sample before you take quizzes." Radditz grumbled.
"Pretty much yeah." She said.
"Are you trying to make a fool of me?" Mr. Radditz hollered. The class grew silent except the D.O.R.K.S's giggling.
"No, not really." Freya said honestly.
"Out." He roared.
"Rarrrrh! Chill out man, beginning of class. We got a new student, it's tense up in here!" 18 hollered.
"Would you like to join her?" He demanded. He was trying to prove to the prince, he was a strict teacher.
"Mr. Nappa, this is unfair! I am like this every morning! You use to enjoy my freaking dirtiness." Freya said then laughed at how it sounded.
"Fine. But no more interruptions." He said as a vein throbbed on his baldhead.
"Whatever."
He started a boring lecture on plant diversity, and the analogy of each plant. He assigned a study buddy for those who had lower than Cs and left the class to do home work while he ran to the palace. No one moved, afraid to bother the prince.
"What's love got to do, got to do with it. What's love, its about us its about trust babe." 18 sang. They laughed because everyone still quiet.
"Mommy I know you got issues, you got a man but you need to understand that you got something with you. Ass fat, frame is little. Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle." Freya rapped then laughed out as Bulma started a different song.
"After the party is the waffle house, if you ever been here you know what I am talking about. Where people don't dance all they do is diss, and after the original, you know what it is." Bulma rapped and laughed.
"Welcome to New York mother fuckers, where we don't play. Out of Towner's get dropped like every day. And a gangster is a gangster in every way. Sitting on 22s, with all money due." Freya rapped the same song.
"I don't know the next part," Bulma whispered.
"I got it." Freya said.
"Who says Saint Louis ain't hip hop, dirty, we hop till its hip. I am a Lunatic with too much grip to let us slip. I am so Saint Louis, ask my Tattooist. I was like a water boy, now they're saying, you can do it! I am baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie, Sip Louie, Smoke Louie, dressed in Louie. Home of back porches, trucks, Air Forces, old school portly, trail blazing like Hartland, the girls are the best like Travis whip that asses. I call them gimme girls they always tell me I can have it, all bad habits, marijuana the static, ride to caddy, coats with automatics. St Louis is the truth like Sojourner, don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner, I tried to tell you don't cross that bridge, without permission from the St. Lunatics!"
They laughed as Mr. Nappa walked in the room. He looked up and ignored them. They had five minutes so he decided to tell them the news.
"We are having a cleaning." He said lowly.
"Bull shit! They come every five years! It's only been two in a half." Freya growled standing up and walking down stairs.
"I am sorry Freya, I have no say in this." He said.
"It ain't no fair! I haven't done anything terrible lately!" She growled.
"I can't help it. Frieza has came early."
"He ain't taking anybody." Came Vegeta's reply.
"How come?" Nappa asked.
"Because he came to announce he is sending three wise men to guide our mishaps."
"That wasn't very nice!" Chichi said standing up only having Bulma to pull her down.
"Why do you care? You ARE a full breed."
"Do you know who you are talking to?" 18 demanded standing up.
"No, but do you know who you are talking to?"
"No, and I could care less!" Launch said jumping in.
"Girls, sit down and leave Prince Vegeta alone."
"Suck up." Snickered Freya as she left.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"My locker, so fuck off!"
Freya ran to the girls' bathroom, and lit her lighter by the fire alarm. Soon its rang rattled the school and the students were ushered outside. She ran back to the end of the line as they were allowed outside the school. She caught up with Bulma who held Chichi's arm.
"What happened?" Freya demanded.
"Radditz hit her with a ki blast for calling the prince a whore." Bulma said and lift her hand to see the blood still flowing.
Freya gritted her teeth and scowled. She walked to Radditz, who had his back turned and he was messing around with a couple jocks. She tapped his shoulder. He turned around to have a fist connect with his nose. She pinned him down and straddled his waist.
"You, sick, low, mother fucker." She growled and glared at him.
"Fuck off and get off."
Freya raised her fist only to have him flip her over on her stomach so she was face to ground. He held her arm to her back and pressed up.
"Don't fuck with a full blood."
"Um hun, it's the other way around." Freya said as she rolled around till he let go. She started punching him repeatedly till her knuckles busted.
She charged at him only to have a whip crack at her back. She fell to the ground as a bunch of Guards came kicking her in the side. They stabbed her with a staff they carried around and whipped at her, they stopped suddenly. She coughed up blood and was surprised to look up and see the 'Prince' and even Radditz pushing them off. She was lifted off her feet but she pushed them away and fell back to the ground. She crawled away to sit on a bench and rub the blood out of her hair. Her friends knew better and stayed away. The jocks weren't that smart.
"Are you okay?"
"Fuck off."
"Why'd you hit him?"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"God damn, stupid whore." Radditz frowned and wiped away the blood that had gushed from his nose.
Freya held a knife to his neck that came from her pants. She hissed threatening words into his ear and he just laughed and broke the knife in half. He gave her a jokingly kiss on the lips and muttered, "I'll see you tonight."
"MOTHER FUCKER!" She yelled and threw down her broken gadget.
"I don't fuck mothers. I fuck their daughters." He yelled back.
Freya then sighed as Bardock jogged over to her. He forced her to look at him by holding her chin. He then knocked her out and flew her to the infirmary.
Bulma and the girls were traumatized. The guards beat the shit out of her. Bulma heard at least four ribs crack. And seven other bones have broken. She had a gash in her side and bruises up and down her body. She had scratches and scuffmarks all over. She kept coughing up blood.
"She'll be back by lunch." 18 muttered and ushered them to move.
***
The reason Freya used hand combat was because we were banned from ki. We could be killed for using it. In fear of a rebellion. We return to our third and fourth hour classes then lunch.
*** Lunch ***
Freya did come back. She was wearing a gray hoodie, and lose baggy pants. She had her hair back in a ponytail and had stitches on her neck, arm, and s lot of other places on her body. She had a bandage over the Iv cable and a portable Iv was in her purse.
"You look like shit." Bulma said and sat down next to her. They sat down at the square table in the far corner.
"No shit." Freya said lowly. Her voice was hoarse and rough,
"I swear, next time. I am jumping in and using ki." Bulma promised.
"I will too. I will too..." She said and laughed as she thought of the day's events.
"You never messed with the new kid yet." 18 said.
"He's the prince, she can have a break."
"I never back down from a challenge." Bulma said and left to find her victim.
"Hope she don't turn out like me." Freya said and followed her.
They walked to the boy's table and Bulma sat down next to Vegeta and Freya stood near. Bulma took one of Kakkarott's crème packets and flipped them over by pressing on the edge.
"So why did you go to this school? Why not in be tutored in the palace?" Bulma asked leaning over.
"I chose to." He replied.
"Oh I see."
"Why is your friend standing and not sitting." He asked.
"Cause she don't want me looking likes her."
"You are supervised by her?"
"She is risking her life by using ki if one of you raise a fist." Bulma said and played with her fingers.
"Look. I am not playing your little game. Just leave me alone, so I can eat." He said bothered.
"Fine." Bulma said before taking his soda and left.
" I'll get him. Just wait and see." Bulma said.
*** I want five reviews. Okay! That's all I ask! Love ya, Kool
I don't own anything.
The D double faced O pinionatedly R aunchy K inky S ayians A.k.a. The Dorks
17,Freya: The bitch of the group, also the leader. She is Devilish, almost evil. Homicidal. Puts the R in dorks. 15,Bulma: Sometimes she is NARRATIVE, creates all weapons, drugs, and toys. Puts the O in dorks. 16,Chichi: Strict, lady-like, and cautious. Full blood but turned her back on her race. Put the S in dorks. 18, 18: Nasty, the slut of the group. Sex obsessed. Disturbed. Puts the K in dorks. 14 Launch: Jackal and Hyde case, two faced, split personality. Puts the D in dorks.
D. O. R. K. S is a group of upset teens that strike back against superiors, rules, and laws. They are drug addicts and are known by every Sayian alive. Except the Royal house who could care less. All had spent time at a juvenile and an asylum in the palace. Each had therapy, and spent time in the nut house. Each has A+s on Plants, Explosives, and History. Freya has a B- in psychology and they have Ds on the other subjects. They are attracted to only dirty people, and have a thing for making fool of each other and other people.
***
"Our report on half-breeds." They said together.
"Proceed." Grumbled General Bardock.
"Yes sir." Said the girls.
"My name is Cabby."
"I'm Obi."
"I'm Rome."
"And I am Keene."
"We did our report on Half-breeds, because frankly… we don't like them, "Obi began, "They came from Planet Earth, and Planet Frost. We had loads of them. And it was confirmed March 15th, that the royal house didn't like them either. They sent the most highly trained Elites to kill them off. But, if their parents proved them worthy… they were spared. Less than a hundred were spared"
A hand rose in the classroom. Her fingernails were painted black, she had several rings, and on every finger there were two. She had black skin since she was from planet frost. She had dozens of bracelets and necklaces and watches. She had white hair in several buns with a braid coming out of each. She had the lightest baby blue eyes, baby blue sunglasses, and frost lips with pearly white teeth, a tattoo of a paw with claws on her cheek, and a tattoo on her arm saying 'Bitch for life'. She had on tight shirt that said 'Vicious Bitches' and was cut off right under her boobs with several belly chains and another tattoo of a cross and a snake curled around it, and a gun tattoo on her hip. And a belly button hoop that had a chain connected to her lower piercing (An: Lol). She had scars on her back and legs and bruises and whelps on her arms. She wore black silky slacks and five-inch heels that strapped all the way to her thighs. She had her ears pierced all the way up and had huge Gucci brand hoops and on her left ear she had a chain that connected to her nose stud.
"Yes?" He said reluctantly.
"She screwed it up." She said.
"You'd know! Miss Bling-Bling!" Hissed Obi.
"Bite me!" She hissed.
"Explain." General Bardock said interested.
"Well obviously, the shit she said is fake. It happened March 14th, thank you very much. And they sent FIRST CLASS to destroy them. March 15th, 30 female, and 45 male, half-breeds were passed LEGAL on this planet. This consisted of 30 of your very own students, General Bardock, and seven are in this classroom, this very moment. The royal house was very intrigued in what these 'disgraces' were able to do. So they sent ELITES to kill off there parents from making any more. Some were used as whores, and others were other lowly occupations. Ones who object to this regulation, were passed off as convict and Regulators would punish them to the point they gave in. Others were whipped, whelped, raped, and murdered every day. They copulated till the point you full breeds felt threatened. So we are used as punching bags daily, or a garage to park your car when you ain't getting none."
"Can you prove this?" Keene growled with her fist in the air.
"I'll do the questioning." General Bardock growled.
"Yes, I can, as a matter of fact." She said standing up and turning around to show of her back she showed the students after she showed them.
"Those could be battle scars." Rome said.
"They are, my life's battle scars. They came from every status. Third. Second. First. Elite. Royal. Tyrant. Slave. They are battle scars. We make your meals. A slight mishapÀ8À we are beheaded or gang banged for your sick and twisted amusement. We are hung from trees, we are test subjects, and you fuck us constantly then drop us on our heads. If we are ever expectant with your child we are gutted, you take the life from our womb and deflate it's head in front of us, and our female organs are ripped from us, and we are sewn together like a fucking asexual alien. And you guys love it."
"Who beat or raped you?" General Bardock asked taking notes.
"Do you really wanna know? Every single person?"
"Yes."
"You asked for it. Turles… you are familiar with him aren't you? Radditz, wow your family must really like us. Especially Radditz. Um, there is Cauli. There is Nappa. God I will kill him one day. Mark my word. Frieza. God… that guy sucks ass. King Vegeta had fun beating the shit out of me in front of his son, telling him if he ever disagrees with one of his rules this could be me. I spat on these Elites shoes for calling me dirt, and I didn't see light till a month later. If you don't believe meÀ8À I can get several bystanders and it's all on my record. I believe that's why you're quiet. Am I a liar?" She asked getting very loud.
"No." He said giving her a look of pity.
"Thank you. For once a man who can be trusted! There is life on Vegeta-sei! BY GOD WE'RE GAWNA LIVE! I respect you for that." She said. Sitting down.
"Aw. Touching. Now where were we?" Keene said with a glare.
"About to sit down." Bardock said with a stamp with a D on it and stamp their four papers.
"What?" Rome asked getting ready to cry.
'"I know you are 'touchy' but you gave ill research. By…" He began.
"By any means necessary, are you allowed to give shoddily research. These 'disgraces' are permitted to have their utterance in the classroom to educate all students at all times. Right?"
"Exactly." He confirmed.
The girls sat reluctantly. And class ended at the sound of the bell. The half-breed flipped off the preps as she walked by their seats. They just 'ughed' and rolled their eyes.
"*** (AN: Bulma is sometimes the Narrator. She'll pop up now and then.)
That was Freya. She is ice-jinn/ Saiyan. She totally isolated her past. Only the staff and me know of it. I wont share it with anyone. Not even our best friends. She had many rapes and beatings I've lost count. One was even delivered by The King himself. We ignore our past. So we pretty much kill anyone who reminds us. Freya saved all of our asses by throwing herself in the spot light, not the good one. She blames herself for serious crimes and pays by serious blows that'd scar a normal person, inside, in the heart. We all love her ass for that. No we aren't whores, just teasers. We aren't sluts, we just, aren't afraid to look good. And we look damn good.
***
"Would, you like some black with that blue?" Keene joked as she high-fived Cabby.
"No cause black is such an ugly color. Oh oops… it's all over you. No wonder why you aren't as big as us!" Bulma laughed.
"What do you mean?" Cabby said.
"Why do you think we are all being raped? Cause they can't get it up for you!" Freya said and sneered at them as she came up behind Bulma.
They left knowing they lost that match and flipped them off this time. Bulma and Freya walked to the Plant Study, laughing as they did. They sneered at the guys who whistled or touched them.
Bulma wore here hair up in a sloppy bun with black spandex pants and a black tight silk shirt that split off to show her belly button ring. She wore only rings that were noticed because her bright yellow fingernails. She had on black sneakers with white stripes. She had no tattooing. She had sapphire eyes, and light pink lips, and a pale coloring.
"Yo! Freya, Bulma! Back here!" Came 18's holler. She was at the very back. There were six seats open.
Launch was in the first seat on the inside. She wore a green tank top and baggy army-colored pants with a huge belt. She had her blue hair in a tan bandanna. Her shoes were plain white.
"Guess what! We are getting a new kid!" 18 said excitedly. They always tormented new kids. 18 was next to Launch. Then Chichi, then Freya, then Bulma.
18 wore a bikini top with a 'Budweiser' Logo on it. She wore skintight stretch blue denims that her cut so they were just above the crack and pubic line. She wore a belt with whips on it. She had a rose on her belly right next to her belly button. She had on strapped sandals.
"So, Bulma's probably burnt out on teasing them!" Chichi said.
Chichi was the punk rocker of the group. She wore black baggy nylon pants with a white tank top with a collar on it that had a black tie sloppily tied. She had her black hair up in a bun with crimped hair at the sides. She wore orange shoes with green stripes on the sides. Her face was painted over the eyes and nose was a black and blue butterfly.
"Yeah! Like that'll happen!" Freya joked as she sat next to Chichi. And finally Bulma sat down.
Freya put her feet next to the person's in front of her head. That person happened to be Radditz and he grabbed her by the ankles and slid her onto his lap (AN: This school is like mine. We have no desks. It's like chairs go down about a two feet every row, so it's like stairs. And there is a section that we use to write on). She glared, alerted, took off her sunglasses, and relaxed when he kissed her. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back as she licked from his collarbone up to his chin before licking his cheek.
"Was that foreplay?" He asked, as she crawled back to her seat.
"You know it." She said and licked her top lip then puckering up and kissing at him.
Just then the teacher walked in with a stressed look. He muttered '"G' Morning class," and walked back to the door and welcomed the new kid.
"How bout I make him mess his pants. That worked with Yamcha!" Bulma said with a smirk.
Just then the new kid walked in. He wore a wife beater and Baggy blue jeans. His hair stood up straight. He was the hottest Saiyan they ever seen, or ever will see. He glared at the guy in the hall. He said something very quiet, then flipped them off, then went out and started yelling a million obscenities.
"Damn! He was a fine motherfucker." Bulma yelled and whistled.
He walked back in the class, '"You don't know me. So don't approach me. Cause you don't know what I will or I wont do."
"Prince Vegeta sit at the very back, I am sorry but that's the only seat left. We'll arrange you another seat if you'd like. But it'd have to wait." Mr. Nappa said.
"That'll be fine." He said and walked up to sit next to Bulma.
Radditz held out his hand to the Prince and they did their handshake and face forward. Freya feeling evil put her feet on both sides of Radditz's face and pressed as his temples. She suppressed a giggle as he growled. She snatched her feet away from his head as he tried to grab them. Bulma laughed as she scratched his head with her heel. He caught hold of her ankle and squeezed painfully. She didn't budge.
"Stop it!" 18 whispered and smacked at his hand.
"Shut up!" Radditz growled.
Freya nearly yelped as he dug his nails into her ankle. She took her free foot and pushed hard on his neck. He let go and she bent forward, and whispered, "Don't" with me." He smacked his lips together and ignored her.
"Freya!" Mr. Nappa called.
"Hmm?"
"What's your favorite plant?" He asked.
"Cocaine." She answered. The girls giggled.
"How come?" Radditz asked.
"Duh! Cause its good shit." The class laughed.
"Oh really? Do you snort it up the nose, or smoke it?" Vegeta asked getting in the conversation.
"Both."
"Ever at the same time?" He asked.
"No, but I'll try it and tell you in the morning." She said and smirked.
"No wonder you get A+s in this class. You sample before you take quizzes." Radditz grumbled.
"Pretty much yeah." She said.
"Are you trying to make a fool of me?" Mr. Radditz hollered. The class grew silent except the D.O.R.K.S's giggling.
"No, not really." Freya said honestly.
"Out." He roared.
"Rarrrrh! Chill out man, beginning of class. We got a new student, it's tense up in here!" 18 hollered.
"Would you like to join her?" He demanded. He was trying to prove to the prince, he was a strict teacher.
"Mr. Nappa, this is unfair! I am like this every morning! You use to enjoy my freaking dirtiness." Freya said then laughed at how it sounded.
"Fine. But no more interruptions." He said as a vein throbbed on his baldhead.
"Whatever."
He started a boring lecture on plant diversity, and the analogy of each plant. He assigned a study buddy for those who had lower than Cs and left the class to do home work while he ran to the palace. No one moved, afraid to bother the prince.
"What's love got to do, got to do with it. What's love, its about us its about trust babe." 18 sang. They laughed because everyone still quiet.
"Mommy I know you got issues, you got a man but you need to understand that you got something with you. Ass fat, frame is little. Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle." Freya rapped then laughed out as Bulma started a different song.
"After the party is the waffle house, if you ever been here you know what I am talking about. Where people don't dance all they do is diss, and after the original, you know what it is." Bulma rapped and laughed.
"Welcome to New York mother fuckers, where we don't play. Out of Towner's get dropped like every day. And a gangster is a gangster in every way. Sitting on 22s, with all money due." Freya rapped the same song.
"I don't know the next part," Bulma whispered.
"I got it." Freya said.
"Who says Saint Louis ain't hip hop, dirty, we hop till its hip. I am a Lunatic with too much grip to let us slip. I am so Saint Louis, ask my Tattooist. I was like a water boy, now they're saying, you can do it! I am baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie, Sip Louie, Smoke Louie, dressed in Louie. Home of back porches, trucks, Air Forces, old school portly, trail blazing like Hartland, the girls are the best like Travis whip that asses. I call them gimme girls they always tell me I can have it, all bad habits, marijuana the static, ride to caddy, coats with automatics. St Louis is the truth like Sojourner, don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner, I tried to tell you don't cross that bridge, without permission from the St. Lunatics!"
They laughed as Mr. Nappa walked in the room. He looked up and ignored them. They had five minutes so he decided to tell them the news.
"We are having a cleaning." He said lowly.
"Bull shit! They come every five years! It's only been two in a half." Freya growled standing up and walking down stairs.
"I am sorry Freya, I have no say in this." He said.
"It ain't no fair! I haven't done anything terrible lately!" She growled.
"I can't help it. Frieza has came early."
"He ain't taking anybody." Came Vegeta's reply.
"How come?" Nappa asked.
"Because he came to announce he is sending three wise men to guide our mishaps."
"That wasn't very nice!" Chichi said standing up only having Bulma to pull her down.
"Why do you care? You ARE a full breed."
"Do you know who you are talking to?" 18 demanded standing up.
"No, but do you know who you are talking to?"
"No, and I could care less!" Launch said jumping in.
"Girls, sit down and leave Prince Vegeta alone."
"Suck up." Snickered Freya as she left.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"My locker, so fuck off!"
Freya ran to the girls' bathroom, and lit her lighter by the fire alarm. Soon its rang rattled the school and the students were ushered outside. She ran back to the end of the line as they were allowed outside the school. She caught up with Bulma who held Chichi's arm.
"What happened?" Freya demanded.
"Radditz hit her with a ki blast for calling the prince a whore." Bulma said and lift her hand to see the blood still flowing.
Freya gritted her teeth and scowled. She walked to Radditz, who had his back turned and he was messing around with a couple jocks. She tapped his shoulder. He turned around to have a fist connect with his nose. She pinned him down and straddled his waist.
"You, sick, low, mother fucker." She growled and glared at him.
"Fuck off and get off."
Freya raised her fist only to have him flip her over on her stomach so she was face to ground. He held her arm to her back and pressed up.
"Don't fuck with a full blood."
"Um hun, it's the other way around." Freya said as she rolled around till he let go. She started punching him repeatedly till her knuckles busted.
She charged at him only to have a whip crack at her back. She fell to the ground as a bunch of Guards came kicking her in the side. They stabbed her with a staff they carried around and whipped at her, they stopped suddenly. She coughed up blood and was surprised to look up and see the 'Prince' and even Radditz pushing them off. She was lifted off her feet but she pushed them away and fell back to the ground. She crawled away to sit on a bench and rub the blood out of her hair. Her friends knew better and stayed away. The jocks weren't that smart.
"Are you okay?"
"Fuck off."
"Why'd you hit him?"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"God damn, stupid whore." Radditz frowned and wiped away the blood that had gushed from his nose.
Freya held a knife to his neck that came from her pants. She hissed threatening words into his ear and he just laughed and broke the knife in half. He gave her a jokingly kiss on the lips and muttered, "I'll see you tonight."
"MOTHER FUCKER!" She yelled and threw down her broken gadget.
"I don't fuck mothers. I fuck their daughters." He yelled back.
Freya then sighed as Bardock jogged over to her. He forced her to look at him by holding her chin. He then knocked her out and flew her to the infirmary.
Bulma and the girls were traumatized. The guards beat the shit out of her. Bulma heard at least four ribs crack. And seven other bones have broken. She had a gash in her side and bruises up and down her body. She had scratches and scuffmarks all over. She kept coughing up blood.
"She'll be back by lunch." 18 muttered and ushered them to move.
***
The reason Freya used hand combat was because we were banned from ki. We could be killed for using it. In fear of a rebellion. We return to our third and fourth hour classes then lunch.
*** Lunch ***
Freya did come back. She was wearing a gray hoodie, and lose baggy pants. She had her hair back in a ponytail and had stitches on her neck, arm, and s lot of other places on her body. She had a bandage over the Iv cable and a portable Iv was in her purse.
"You look like shit." Bulma said and sat down next to her. They sat down at the square table in the far corner.
"No shit." Freya said lowly. Her voice was hoarse and rough,
"I swear, next time. I am jumping in and using ki." Bulma promised.
"I will too. I will too..." She said and laughed as she thought of the day's events.
"You never messed with the new kid yet." 18 said.
"He's the prince, she can have a break."
"I never back down from a challenge." Bulma said and left to find her victim.
"Hope she don't turn out like me." Freya said and followed her.
They walked to the boy's table and Bulma sat down next to Vegeta and Freya stood near. Bulma took one of Kakkarott's crème packets and flipped them over by pressing on the edge.
"So why did you go to this school? Why not in be tutored in the palace?" Bulma asked leaning over.
"I chose to." He replied.
"Oh I see."
"Why is your friend standing and not sitting." He asked.
"Cause she don't want me looking likes her."
"You are supervised by her?"
"She is risking her life by using ki if one of you raise a fist." Bulma said and played with her fingers.
"Look. I am not playing your little game. Just leave me alone, so I can eat." He said bothered.
"Fine." Bulma said before taking his soda and left.
" I'll get him. Just wait and see." Bulma said.
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