May the reign of the Chibi Warriors continue.
Hello to all! My name is Ruby C. Lavender, but for the purpose of shorter titles and abbreviations, call me *Ruby.
Proserpina: I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal!
*Ruby: And I thought I was deluded over a few reviews. Six so far!! MORE! I NEED ATTENDTION!!
Proserpina: You reviewed yourself, so actually you have five.
Ruby: ~_~ Speaking of reviews. I bet somebody (cough*reviewer*cough) will be happy to know that Veggie will be introduced in this chapter -
Proserpina: As will as the rest of MY lovely students (most of them anyway). (^.^)
*Ruby: But the fourth chapter will only be posted if I know someone's actually reading this and liking it! (~.~')
Proserpina: So no fourth chapter until 12 reviews! Four reviews per chapter. Not counting the two *Ruby forced unto there. So that means 14 reviews! (o.-)
*Ruby: I'm getting depressed. Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT. Okay that just made me more depressed. And, WARNING: I AM AN IDIOT-_- In the first chapter I said that Bulma was a first grader and she's a second grader. Also, I've been asked why is everyone is so young; and been told that there is inconstancy in the first chapter. I don't really believe that, but hey that's what you guys are for. Tell me if you think there is inconstancy in any chapter. As far as the ages: In the Buu saga Trunks was in third grade and Goten was in second. Six-, seven-, and eight-year-olds can be just as devastating yet aware as teenagers. (o.-)
Proserpina: And one other note of *Ruby's lethargy: Kazi Roshi is the evil half of Lunch. *Ruby knows that Lunch's other half has a name of her own, and that it begins with Ku-. She was just too lazy to research for it, but FYI:
Kaze = wind
Kamikaze = Divine wind (Kamikaze airplane pilots ran suicide missions in WW2 and a "kamikaze" person is an extremely reckless person who seems attracted to death. Perfect for Evil Lunch.)
Kazi's REAL name = sneeze (Lunch sneezes to change. Get it! (^_^) (^_^))
*Ruby: Lethargy? You've been reading my vocabulary words again! Orange Star Elementary School Chap. 3 - Countdown to 8:00
Children ran up and down the sleek new hallway of Orange Star Elementary School; some were excited, others were trying to escape their bad reality.
In front of Mr. Dende's first grade classroom, there was one little boy that was too afraid to even run. Instead, he clung to his father's leg and tried to become invisible.
"Killy-chan?" Lunch Roshi called to her husband's leg. "Killy-chan, school is NOT scary! Would I lie to you?"
A small, bald, head poked from behind Tien Roshi's leg. "Don't call me 'Killy-chan' in public," a hoarse voice whispered. "Its embarrassing!" The shiny head disappeared back behind his father.
Kazi Roshi just couldn't stand her little brother. "KRILLIN! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S EMBARRASSING!"
Kazi grabbed hold of Krillin's head and yanked on it abruptly. Tien and Lunch watched in shock as Kazi pulled the crying Krillin off Tien's leg and dragged him onto the floor by his head.
The Roshi family elder, Master Roshi walked in the direction of the commotion. He was displeased enough by the lack of beautiful, young women at the school. Tien sure did have a legion of them when HE was in elementary school! Oh, how the times have changed. The third grade teacher he had just been talking to was plenty beautiful and young, but dumber than a boy in girls club. HE didn't even want to flirt with her.
"Kamikazi, get off that boy!" Roshi strolled behind his grandson, Tien. "If their one thing Krillin doesn't need it's a crazy little girl like you beating the crap out of him!"
Tien turned eye to Master Roshi. "Um- Well put, Grandfather."
Kazi gave her great-grandfather an innocent smile and kissed Krillin on the top of his head. "I LOVE Killy-chan, Master Roshi!"
"I know, I know; but leave him alone."
Krillin sniffed. "Yea, Kazi."
"Hey!" The Roshi Family's moment was screeched to a stop by a rude, loud, ANNOYING voice. "Every last one of you bald eagles had better put on a hat, 'cause those shiny heads are going blind SOMEBODY!"
The Roshi Family turned to see the "infamous" Son, Raddiz, and little Kakarotto gawking behind him.
"Excuse me," Master Roshi noted, "but aren't you one of the boys from the parking lot incident." He had followed the Principal outside.
"Yeah," Raddiz said flatly in a "what's-your-point" tone.
"So then," a sudden voice appeared, "shouldn't you be quiet since you've already once today." A little boy with loud, black hair walked out of the second grade room.
Raddiz turned to the boy and gave him as deadly a glare as a seven-year-old could muster. Kakarotto, who had made it his goal to be like his big brother, tried to mimic Raddiz's gestures.
Master Roshi laughed. "I couldn't have said it better myself!" The boy glanced warmly at Roshi before returning a cold stare at Raddiz.
"Raddiz! Kakarotto! Don't run so fast!" Goten had caught up to his sons and was unaware of the situation; but he was aware of the "celebrities" in his presence. Goten double-took between Master Roshi and the boy.
"You're Master Roshi!" Goten exclaimed in disbelief. "You are the principal native born strength on Earth!" Goten turned to the boy. "And you-" Goten's voice humbled and he gave a small bow. "You are Prince Vegeta."
Prince Vegeta gave pleased smirk at the reactions of all those in range.
"It was awkward to see King Cold, but you? My Prince, it is an honor."
Vegeta gave a nod of approval. He didn't have a clue what 'awkward' meant, but the 'honor' part sounded pretty suitable.
Raddiz stared bug-eyed at Prince Vegeta. Raddiz was as old as he was and yet his dad was BOWING to him! What the Hell!
"Attention, parents, staff, and students," the PA system chimed in Principal Mendo's voice, "classes will begin in less than five minutes. I ask that all please go to their appropriate classes now."
"Okay, Killy-chan," Lunch said, "I'm going with Kazi-chan, and Daddy will go with you."
"And I'm going home." The tired elder went off in search of an exit.
"Raddiz, I'm going with the twins. Will you be all right?" Goten pulled Kakarotto towards him.
Raddiz looked between his dad and the Prince one more time before finally saying, "Yeah. No problem, Dad." Raddiz walked pass Vegeta into his class. Vegeta stood, hearted. He smiled and motioned with his head for Kazi to come in.
"What a quiet, little boy," Lunch commented.
"Yeah, well, whatever." Kazi ran into classroom, pulling her mother along with her.
*DANCE*(^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^)*DANCE*
15 little children scurried around in Mr. Dende's first grade room. The room was filled with bright colors and various nik-naks from Namek, Dende's home planet. Dende had came to earth no more than a year ago, at the advice of his Saiyan friend, to work in education. The parents and guardians of some of them sat in the back, enjoying the refreshments and boasting as much as they could about their prodigies.
"Let us all sit down," Mr. Dende called to the children. The students defiantly hurried to sit at the five tables in the middle of the rather large room. "My name is Mr. Dende and I will be your teacher." Mr. Dende walked around the room, smiling at his students, especially the Namekian in the third table. Mr. Dende looked directly at the gynandromorph and gave a look of comfort. 'We are the only one's here of our kind, little one. I hope you will regard me, as I will protect you.'
"Now so of you may think that school is scary. But I assure you it is not. In fact," Mr. Dende gave a sly smile to a girl with big, black eyes, "I plan to make learning fun and exciting. Very exciting. We will do experiments in science, read scary stories in language -"
"We don't know how to read!"
"That would be the point of teaching." Mr. Dende said. "I'll show you so many different things; things that you've probably never even thought of before in your WILDEST dreams!"
"This guy should have been an actor instead," a mother whispered.
The students stared in awe at their teacher. 'Well now,' He thought, 'I have their attention.' Mr. Dende clapped his hands together. "To start off the first day of our great adventure, let us introduce ourselves, starting with table one."
Andrew snapped to reality when he realized that meant him.
"Rise and introduce yourself here." Mr. Dende pointed to the he was standing at, the middle of the circle of tables.
Andrew grabbed Angela's hand and they together made their way to the middle of the room. Both of them were wearing navy blue suits with anchor buttons; Angela's having a skirt.
Dende blinked in confusion. "One at a time, please."
Andrew gave his teacher a hard stare. "I never do anything without my sister. Sir."
Mr. Dende smiled. "I am sure that you use the bathroom without you sister." Giggles exploded at the mention of 'bathroom'. Marron sat in the back. She knew Andrew's response before it was said and prepared herself to be embarrassed by it.
"No. I use the bathroom with her, too. My mommy says we shouldn't, but it's scary in there alone." Laughter echoed again, and this time, not by just the students.
Mr. Dende sighed. "You are growing older everyday, young one, and everyday you will face new challenges that will require you to think, and act, for yourself. I am glad that you love your sister so much that you heed her help, but you don't always need it."
Andrew looked thoughtfully at Mr. Dende and Angela. He gave a deep sigh and let go of Angela's hand.
"Now," Dende said. "Tell us who you are."
"Hello, my name is Andrew Chestnut, and I'm a sadist."
"Hi, Andrew!"
Marron slowly sunk into her chair.
"What?"
"What did he just say?"
"I know his just didn't say he was a sadist!"
"I'm sure that's not what he meant, ladies and gentlemen!" Dende nervously settled the parents down. "N- next please!"
Angela made her way to the 'stage'. "Hello," she said in the same fashion as her brother, "my name is Angela Chestnut, and I'm an anti-pacifist. Which is pretty bad 'cause my cousin is like that."
Marron mentally screamed out for a paper bag to cover her face with. How could she be cursed with such evil - cute, but evil - children!
"Next, please!" Mr. Dende barely squeaked out.
The last student at table one was a strange one. He had bright orange skin and hair like a Saiyan's, but white. He wore a black shirt with black jeans and black boots with a white star on the front. He trotted to the center of the room and looked around with little interest.
"My name is Jeice. Just Jeice. Any questions?" He said with a sly smile.
From table five, Kakarotto raised his hand. "Yes?"
"How do you spell that?" Jeice was taken by the question, but answered.
"You spell it J-"
"It doesn't MATTER how you spell that!" Kakarotto jumped out of his seat and waved his finger in front of Jeice.
For the third time, the occupants of Mr. Dende's first grade room were laughing intensely. The only ones not laughing were the victim, Jeice, Marron (who was still too embarrassed to do much), Marron's twins (who love violence, yes, but were repulsed by fake wrestling), and Mr. Dende.
"EXCUSE ME, BUT THAT WAS NOT CALLED FOR AT ALL!" Mr. Dende roared at Kakarotto. The classroom suddenly fell quiet, even the parents were put on edge.
Jeice slunk back to his seat and glared at Kakarotto. 'That was the boy from outside. What a jerk!'
"May I PLEASE, have table two come up," Mr. Dende said. 'I should have stayed on Namek.'
A girl with little golden curls skipped to the center and began her speech on her love for butterflies and cats. As she spoke, Angela poked Jeice on the arm.
"That was real stupid, what he did," she whispered to him.
Jeice looked up. "You talking to me, bright eyes?"
"That was real stupid," she repeated, "I'm sorry he felt the need to do that. Really!"
Mr. Dende looked slightly toward them, having heard every word. Normally he would have stopped such an interaction, but it did have sincere motive. "Thanks!" Jeice smiled.
"-I also have a red cat named -"
"Cats are great creatures," Mr. Dende cut the girl off, "But right now we would to know YOUR name."
"Sorry, Mr. Dende." The girl pouted in a southern accent. "My name is Katherine Annie Lott. My momma just call me Kimmy. Hi, Momma!" Kimmy waved to her mother in the back.
"Thank you, Kimmy."
The next boy to go up was wearing an identical outfit to Jeice. He stood in the middle for a few seconds, staring at the patterns on the floor. He pulled at one of his bluish bangs and spoke. "My name is Zarbon. I'm a solider in-training." Zarbon look at Mr. Dende for further instructions. "I'm also not a very good public speaker." Zarbon walked quickly back to his seat.
"One can only expect so much."
(~.~) *BLAST* /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\(( (*.*)*HIT*
In the second grade classroom, the bell had rung and yet the teacher still wasn't there. Instead the rowdy class ran around examining the new environment and introducing themselves to anybody that would listen.
In a corner, Prince Vegeta sat willingly still, listening to Bulma Briefs tell her life story from infancy on up. 'This girl just won't quit' he thought. Vegeta looked around for an exit from the dying conversation (if you could call it that) but found no solution. He didn't really know anyone there, except for - Frieza. Oh, how he hated Frieza. And then of course, there was that boy Raddiz. And what was with that boy? He sat no less than three feet away from Vegeta, staring at him. From time to time he would glance at Bulma but he stayed focus on his hate for Vegeta.
"- But when I was six, I got this REALLY cool chemistry set from -" Bulma had gotten into her 'favorite birthday presents' by the time she realized the attention she was really getting. "Um, Vegeta, is it?"
"Yes?"
"Why is that boy staring at us?" Bulma looked over her shoulder at Raddiz
"Oh, him?" Vegeta said, glad that Bulma was distracted from her stories. "I scolded him a few minutes ago for teasing an old man and I guess he's just sore about it. I don't know why. I AM the Saiyan Prince after all. I can't let my Mother's subjects go around, disgracing the Saiyan name." 'Vocabulary words pay off,' he thought.
Bulma gazed at Vegeta with bright, wide eyes. "That's so nice of you!" she said. "You're so smart, too!" 'Vocabulary words REALLY pay off,' Vegeta thought.
Raddiz gaped at Vegeta's words. There was no way that he was going to let his honor be slurred by ANYONE!
"YOU!"
Vegeta and Bulma jumped at the sudden sound.
"First of all, 'Prince Vegeta'," Raddiz jumped right in Vegeta's face, "looking at your ugly face is defiantly NOT on my to-do list! Second, the only reason why I'm sitting THIS close to you is because I'M actually interested in what Bulma has to say! Me and my brother love science stuff."
"Really?" Bulma had perked back up.
Raddiz smiled. "Yep! Me and my brother are two of the most smartest Saiyans on this planet!"
"'Me and my brother'? 'Most smartest'?" Vegeta laughed. 'If he's going to try and steal my entertainment he should use much better grammar.' "Dictionary's in the back, fool! Ha, ha, ha!"
Raddiz was ready to punch Vegeta until the door swung open and a tall man stumbled in.
"Sorry I'm late! Sorry I'm late!" He chanted. After straightening himself, he gave a proud smile. "I am the second grade teacher!" He announced to fifteen clueless students and nine angry parents/guardians.
"And YOUR name would be?" Trunks Briefs inquired irritated.
"Who, me?" The man responded. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm Mr. Satan!"
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*Ruby: Tell me about it.
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Hello to all! My name is Ruby C. Lavender, but for the purpose of shorter titles and abbreviations, call me *Ruby.
Proserpina: I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal! I'm the Principal!
*Ruby: And I thought I was deluded over a few reviews. Six so far!! MORE! I NEED ATTENDTION!!
Proserpina: You reviewed yourself, so actually you have five.
Ruby: ~_~ Speaking of reviews. I bet somebody (cough*reviewer*cough) will be happy to know that Veggie will be introduced in this chapter -
Proserpina: As will as the rest of MY lovely students (most of them anyway). (^.^)
*Ruby: But the fourth chapter will only be posted if I know someone's actually reading this and liking it! (~.~')
Proserpina: So no fourth chapter until 12 reviews! Four reviews per chapter. Not counting the two *Ruby forced unto there. So that means 14 reviews! (o.-)
*Ruby: I'm getting depressed. Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT. Okay that just made me more depressed. And, WARNING: I AM AN IDIOT-_- In the first chapter I said that Bulma was a first grader and she's a second grader. Also, I've been asked why is everyone is so young; and been told that there is inconstancy in the first chapter. I don't really believe that, but hey that's what you guys are for. Tell me if you think there is inconstancy in any chapter. As far as the ages: In the Buu saga Trunks was in third grade and Goten was in second. Six-, seven-, and eight-year-olds can be just as devastating yet aware as teenagers. (o.-)
Proserpina: And one other note of *Ruby's lethargy: Kazi Roshi is the evil half of Lunch. *Ruby knows that Lunch's other half has a name of her own, and that it begins with Ku-. She was just too lazy to research for it, but FYI:
Kaze = wind
Kamikaze = Divine wind (Kamikaze airplane pilots ran suicide missions in WW2 and a "kamikaze" person is an extremely reckless person who seems attracted to death. Perfect for Evil Lunch.)
Kazi's REAL name = sneeze (Lunch sneezes to change. Get it! (^_^) (^_^))
*Ruby: Lethargy? You've been reading my vocabulary words again! Orange Star Elementary School Chap. 3 - Countdown to 8:00
Children ran up and down the sleek new hallway of Orange Star Elementary School; some were excited, others were trying to escape their bad reality.
In front of Mr. Dende's first grade classroom, there was one little boy that was too afraid to even run. Instead, he clung to his father's leg and tried to become invisible.
"Killy-chan?" Lunch Roshi called to her husband's leg. "Killy-chan, school is NOT scary! Would I lie to you?"
A small, bald, head poked from behind Tien Roshi's leg. "Don't call me 'Killy-chan' in public," a hoarse voice whispered. "Its embarrassing!" The shiny head disappeared back behind his father.
Kazi Roshi just couldn't stand her little brother. "KRILLIN! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S EMBARRASSING!"
Kazi grabbed hold of Krillin's head and yanked on it abruptly. Tien and Lunch watched in shock as Kazi pulled the crying Krillin off Tien's leg and dragged him onto the floor by his head.
The Roshi family elder, Master Roshi walked in the direction of the commotion. He was displeased enough by the lack of beautiful, young women at the school. Tien sure did have a legion of them when HE was in elementary school! Oh, how the times have changed. The third grade teacher he had just been talking to was plenty beautiful and young, but dumber than a boy in girls club. HE didn't even want to flirt with her.
"Kamikazi, get off that boy!" Roshi strolled behind his grandson, Tien. "If their one thing Krillin doesn't need it's a crazy little girl like you beating the crap out of him!"
Tien turned eye to Master Roshi. "Um- Well put, Grandfather."
Kazi gave her great-grandfather an innocent smile and kissed Krillin on the top of his head. "I LOVE Killy-chan, Master Roshi!"
"I know, I know; but leave him alone."
Krillin sniffed. "Yea, Kazi."
"Hey!" The Roshi Family's moment was screeched to a stop by a rude, loud, ANNOYING voice. "Every last one of you bald eagles had better put on a hat, 'cause those shiny heads are going blind SOMEBODY!"
The Roshi Family turned to see the "infamous" Son, Raddiz, and little Kakarotto gawking behind him.
"Excuse me," Master Roshi noted, "but aren't you one of the boys from the parking lot incident." He had followed the Principal outside.
"Yeah," Raddiz said flatly in a "what's-your-point" tone.
"So then," a sudden voice appeared, "shouldn't you be quiet since you've already once today." A little boy with loud, black hair walked out of the second grade room.
Raddiz turned to the boy and gave him as deadly a glare as a seven-year-old could muster. Kakarotto, who had made it his goal to be like his big brother, tried to mimic Raddiz's gestures.
Master Roshi laughed. "I couldn't have said it better myself!" The boy glanced warmly at Roshi before returning a cold stare at Raddiz.
"Raddiz! Kakarotto! Don't run so fast!" Goten had caught up to his sons and was unaware of the situation; but he was aware of the "celebrities" in his presence. Goten double-took between Master Roshi and the boy.
"You're Master Roshi!" Goten exclaimed in disbelief. "You are the principal native born strength on Earth!" Goten turned to the boy. "And you-" Goten's voice humbled and he gave a small bow. "You are Prince Vegeta."
Prince Vegeta gave pleased smirk at the reactions of all those in range.
"It was awkward to see King Cold, but you? My Prince, it is an honor."
Vegeta gave a nod of approval. He didn't have a clue what 'awkward' meant, but the 'honor' part sounded pretty suitable.
Raddiz stared bug-eyed at Prince Vegeta. Raddiz was as old as he was and yet his dad was BOWING to him! What the Hell!
"Attention, parents, staff, and students," the PA system chimed in Principal Mendo's voice, "classes will begin in less than five minutes. I ask that all please go to their appropriate classes now."
"Okay, Killy-chan," Lunch said, "I'm going with Kazi-chan, and Daddy will go with you."
"And I'm going home." The tired elder went off in search of an exit.
"Raddiz, I'm going with the twins. Will you be all right?" Goten pulled Kakarotto towards him.
Raddiz looked between his dad and the Prince one more time before finally saying, "Yeah. No problem, Dad." Raddiz walked pass Vegeta into his class. Vegeta stood, hearted. He smiled and motioned with his head for Kazi to come in.
"What a quiet, little boy," Lunch commented.
"Yeah, well, whatever." Kazi ran into classroom, pulling her mother along with her.
*DANCE*(^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^)*DANCE*
15 little children scurried around in Mr. Dende's first grade room. The room was filled with bright colors and various nik-naks from Namek, Dende's home planet. Dende had came to earth no more than a year ago, at the advice of his Saiyan friend, to work in education. The parents and guardians of some of them sat in the back, enjoying the refreshments and boasting as much as they could about their prodigies.
"Let us all sit down," Mr. Dende called to the children. The students defiantly hurried to sit at the five tables in the middle of the rather large room. "My name is Mr. Dende and I will be your teacher." Mr. Dende walked around the room, smiling at his students, especially the Namekian in the third table. Mr. Dende looked directly at the gynandromorph and gave a look of comfort. 'We are the only one's here of our kind, little one. I hope you will regard me, as I will protect you.'
"Now so of you may think that school is scary. But I assure you it is not. In fact," Mr. Dende gave a sly smile to a girl with big, black eyes, "I plan to make learning fun and exciting. Very exciting. We will do experiments in science, read scary stories in language -"
"We don't know how to read!"
"That would be the point of teaching." Mr. Dende said. "I'll show you so many different things; things that you've probably never even thought of before in your WILDEST dreams!"
"This guy should have been an actor instead," a mother whispered.
The students stared in awe at their teacher. 'Well now,' He thought, 'I have their attention.' Mr. Dende clapped his hands together. "To start off the first day of our great adventure, let us introduce ourselves, starting with table one."
Andrew snapped to reality when he realized that meant him.
"Rise and introduce yourself here." Mr. Dende pointed to the he was standing at, the middle of the circle of tables.
Andrew grabbed Angela's hand and they together made their way to the middle of the room. Both of them were wearing navy blue suits with anchor buttons; Angela's having a skirt.
Dende blinked in confusion. "One at a time, please."
Andrew gave his teacher a hard stare. "I never do anything without my sister. Sir."
Mr. Dende smiled. "I am sure that you use the bathroom without you sister." Giggles exploded at the mention of 'bathroom'. Marron sat in the back. She knew Andrew's response before it was said and prepared herself to be embarrassed by it.
"No. I use the bathroom with her, too. My mommy says we shouldn't, but it's scary in there alone." Laughter echoed again, and this time, not by just the students.
Mr. Dende sighed. "You are growing older everyday, young one, and everyday you will face new challenges that will require you to think, and act, for yourself. I am glad that you love your sister so much that you heed her help, but you don't always need it."
Andrew looked thoughtfully at Mr. Dende and Angela. He gave a deep sigh and let go of Angela's hand.
"Now," Dende said. "Tell us who you are."
"Hello, my name is Andrew Chestnut, and I'm a sadist."
"Hi, Andrew!"
Marron slowly sunk into her chair.
"What?"
"What did he just say?"
"I know his just didn't say he was a sadist!"
"I'm sure that's not what he meant, ladies and gentlemen!" Dende nervously settled the parents down. "N- next please!"
Angela made her way to the 'stage'. "Hello," she said in the same fashion as her brother, "my name is Angela Chestnut, and I'm an anti-pacifist. Which is pretty bad 'cause my cousin is like that."
Marron mentally screamed out for a paper bag to cover her face with. How could she be cursed with such evil - cute, but evil - children!
"Next, please!" Mr. Dende barely squeaked out.
The last student at table one was a strange one. He had bright orange skin and hair like a Saiyan's, but white. He wore a black shirt with black jeans and black boots with a white star on the front. He trotted to the center of the room and looked around with little interest.
"My name is Jeice. Just Jeice. Any questions?" He said with a sly smile.
From table five, Kakarotto raised his hand. "Yes?"
"How do you spell that?" Jeice was taken by the question, but answered.
"You spell it J-"
"It doesn't MATTER how you spell that!" Kakarotto jumped out of his seat and waved his finger in front of Jeice.
For the third time, the occupants of Mr. Dende's first grade room were laughing intensely. The only ones not laughing were the victim, Jeice, Marron (who was still too embarrassed to do much), Marron's twins (who love violence, yes, but were repulsed by fake wrestling), and Mr. Dende.
"EXCUSE ME, BUT THAT WAS NOT CALLED FOR AT ALL!" Mr. Dende roared at Kakarotto. The classroom suddenly fell quiet, even the parents were put on edge.
Jeice slunk back to his seat and glared at Kakarotto. 'That was the boy from outside. What a jerk!'
"May I PLEASE, have table two come up," Mr. Dende said. 'I should have stayed on Namek.'
A girl with little golden curls skipped to the center and began her speech on her love for butterflies and cats. As she spoke, Angela poked Jeice on the arm.
"That was real stupid, what he did," she whispered to him.
Jeice looked up. "You talking to me, bright eyes?"
"That was real stupid," she repeated, "I'm sorry he felt the need to do that. Really!"
Mr. Dende looked slightly toward them, having heard every word. Normally he would have stopped such an interaction, but it did have sincere motive. "Thanks!" Jeice smiled.
"-I also have a red cat named -"
"Cats are great creatures," Mr. Dende cut the girl off, "But right now we would to know YOUR name."
"Sorry, Mr. Dende." The girl pouted in a southern accent. "My name is Katherine Annie Lott. My momma just call me Kimmy. Hi, Momma!" Kimmy waved to her mother in the back.
"Thank you, Kimmy."
The next boy to go up was wearing an identical outfit to Jeice. He stood in the middle for a few seconds, staring at the patterns on the floor. He pulled at one of his bluish bangs and spoke. "My name is Zarbon. I'm a solider in-training." Zarbon look at Mr. Dende for further instructions. "I'm also not a very good public speaker." Zarbon walked quickly back to his seat.
"One can only expect so much."
(~.~) *BLAST* /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\(( (*.*)*HIT*
In the second grade classroom, the bell had rung and yet the teacher still wasn't there. Instead the rowdy class ran around examining the new environment and introducing themselves to anybody that would listen.
In a corner, Prince Vegeta sat willingly still, listening to Bulma Briefs tell her life story from infancy on up. 'This girl just won't quit' he thought. Vegeta looked around for an exit from the dying conversation (if you could call it that) but found no solution. He didn't really know anyone there, except for - Frieza. Oh, how he hated Frieza. And then of course, there was that boy Raddiz. And what was with that boy? He sat no less than three feet away from Vegeta, staring at him. From time to time he would glance at Bulma but he stayed focus on his hate for Vegeta.
"- But when I was six, I got this REALLY cool chemistry set from -" Bulma had gotten into her 'favorite birthday presents' by the time she realized the attention she was really getting. "Um, Vegeta, is it?"
"Yes?"
"Why is that boy staring at us?" Bulma looked over her shoulder at Raddiz
"Oh, him?" Vegeta said, glad that Bulma was distracted from her stories. "I scolded him a few minutes ago for teasing an old man and I guess he's just sore about it. I don't know why. I AM the Saiyan Prince after all. I can't let my Mother's subjects go around, disgracing the Saiyan name." 'Vocabulary words pay off,' he thought.
Bulma gazed at Vegeta with bright, wide eyes. "That's so nice of you!" she said. "You're so smart, too!" 'Vocabulary words REALLY pay off,' Vegeta thought.
Raddiz gaped at Vegeta's words. There was no way that he was going to let his honor be slurred by ANYONE!
"YOU!"
Vegeta and Bulma jumped at the sudden sound.
"First of all, 'Prince Vegeta'," Raddiz jumped right in Vegeta's face, "looking at your ugly face is defiantly NOT on my to-do list! Second, the only reason why I'm sitting THIS close to you is because I'M actually interested in what Bulma has to say! Me and my brother love science stuff."
"Really?" Bulma had perked back up.
Raddiz smiled. "Yep! Me and my brother are two of the most smartest Saiyans on this planet!"
"'Me and my brother'? 'Most smartest'?" Vegeta laughed. 'If he's going to try and steal my entertainment he should use much better grammar.' "Dictionary's in the back, fool! Ha, ha, ha!"
Raddiz was ready to punch Vegeta until the door swung open and a tall man stumbled in.
"Sorry I'm late! Sorry I'm late!" He chanted. After straightening himself, he gave a proud smile. "I am the second grade teacher!" He announced to fifteen clueless students and nine angry parents/guardians.
"And YOUR name would be?" Trunks Briefs inquired irritated.
"Who, me?" The man responded. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm Mr. Satan!"
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Proserpina: (O.o)
*Ruby: I know.
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