I halted in front of the door of the classroom and listened carefully. The teacher was doing roll call. I was just in time. "Bouke Enda? Is Ms. Enda with us today?" I opened the door and walked in.
"Hi Ms. Piers! Sorry I was late! There was a large crowd in the hallway and we had a horrid time getting through!" Ms. Piers glared at Rachel and I then noticed Vegeta, as did all of my fellow classmates. I saw more then a few girls go starry-eyed. Ms. Piers smiled brilliantly and rushed through the rest of roll call.
Now, Ms. Piers is single and in her late twenties. She is fairly attractive, or so I am told, and she has made a few plays for the vice principal and some of the students. In much of the student body's eyes, she is a slut. She dresses like one and acts like one. I knew from the moment she looked at Vegeta that he would not like her attention but she was still going to give it to him.
After roll call, she sat on her desk and looked at Vegeta and I. He was sitting in a spare chair by my desk. "Ms. Enda. Please do us the honor of introducing the person accompanying you."
I stood up, blushing slightly. "This is my uncle Vegeta." I sat down again.
Ms. Piers arched an eyebrow in my direction. "Tell us more, Ms. Enda. What's his age? What does he do? Where does he live?" I almost groaned aloud. Yep, she was going to try to snag him all right.
"My uncle is married and lives a ways away. He doesn't have a job and trains most of the time." I sat down again.
"Mr. Vegeta," she made his name sound purely sexual, "please tell us about yourself." Oh shit! He's going to kill me with his "Saiyan no Ouji" talk! I'm going to be the laughing stock of the whole school! Everyone's going to think my uncle's a freak and a nutcase and my life will be ruined! I waited for my life to come crashing down on my head with my eyes tightly closed.
"There's no more to tell, baka." Vegeta said from his chair and smirked at Ms. Piers.
She flinched as if he had thrown something at her. To cover up the rejection, she pulled out our textbook. "Class, turn to page 224 of the hard covered textbook and Mr. Stone, please read." Gary read in a halting manner. I had always despised him for that.
My mind straying from the class, I thought back to what Vegeta had said to my teacher. I'm in deep shit for that remark. She'll prolly take out her anger on my grade. Thank you monkey. I growled to myself. I'll have to talk to him about calling people names. If he calls Mr. Burn a baka… I shuddered at the thought. Mr. Burn was the vice principal, a nice guy but if you called him fat-ass to his face… Mr. Burn wasn't really overweight, he was pretty muscular actually but he did have a few extra pounds around the belt area. The story goes that when one boy called Mr. Burn that, he grabbed the boy by the throat and dragged him into the cafeteria kitchen. He held the boy's face close to the hot burners until the kid apologized and took it back. The next day the sixteen year-old transferred to the other high school. Said he couldn't stay within twenty feet of the "psycho".
"Ms. Enda? Ms. Enda!" Ms. Piers' voice brought me back to class. I looked up, startled. "Well, it's nice to know that you were paying attention. Please pick up from where Ms. Davis ended."
I panicked. I hadn't been paying attention naturally, who does in class? So I didn't know where we were, of course. In Ms. Piers' class, that was an instant ticket to detention. I looked at Rachel but she shrugged slightly. She couldn't help me out. I looked over the page, hoping something would catch my eye. I felt Ms. Piers' eyes drilling into the top of my head as I bent over the textbook.
"225, second paragraph." I looked at Vegeta in surprise. He had actually been listening to the class. I quickly picked up from where Rachel had left off. Ms. Piers' eyes narrowed. I guessed she had wanted to keep me in after school to lecture me. Inwardly I chuckled. Hehehehe! You're not gonna get your chance this time whore!
After I was finished, I nodded my appreciation to Vegeta. He just snorted quietly and turned away. I still couldn't believe the Saiyan Prince had actually been listening to an English class, and following along in the book!
Luckily, my next three classes had male teachers. I dashed out of the classroom, followed closely by Vegeta who was followed by Rachel. She and I were split till lunch so I waved good-bye to her as I showed Vegeta the way to my next class. "Listen, uncle. You can't go calling people names like that." Once again, Vegeta was in front of me, plowing through the dense crowd of girls.
"And why not, ikeike?" Vegeta asked.
"Because! I'll be suspended! Or you'll be thrown out!" Suddenly, Vegeta stiffened. He looked to his left with a glare that could burn. There, now cowering, was Hanna. She was a pretty girl but not too bright because she didn't follow the rule: look but don't touch. As Vegeta grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up, I realized she must have pinched his ass.
Not really caring about her, I doubled up with laughter. Vegeta dropped her and turned the glare on me. Hanna crawled away whimpering. "Just why do you find that is so damn funny?" he roared, the vein popping into existence on his forehead.
"I can't help it!" I giggled, "It's too funny to not laugh at!" That's when I found myself hoisted up by the neck. I squeaked in terror as I felt my eyes begin to bulge out of my skull. My oxygen supply was slowly being cut off! I saw the world being reduced to a small pinprick as I heard a distant voice yell, "Let her down!"
I was dropped to the floor with a thud. As I gulped in the sweet, luscious air, I noticed everyone had cleared away from Vegeta and I except one senior. "Leon!" I gasped to the guy I knew very well. I did not want Vegeta using him as a punching bag. Leon was the scholarly type and wouldn't be able to take much physical damage.
"You know this brat, ikeike?" Vegeta asked me.
"Yeah!" I gulped in some more air and staggered to my feet. "He's my boyfriend!"
"For your sake then, I will not pound him into the ground." Vegeta waited for me to recover.
"Who's this psycho?" Leon asked me, putting an arm around my shoulder to steady me.
"My uncle." I said with a little laugh.
"I am not a psycho." Vegeta growled in a tone that resembled Mr. Burn's. Leon must have noticed the similarity because he nodded vigorously and walked me back to my next class in silence. He was also in it and he sat behind me, staring at the back of Vegeta's head the entire time.
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Well? Do you think Mr. Burn heard about the little 'incident' in the hallway, hmm? *evil cackle* Bad Hanna! I wish Veggie-chan had killed her…
No one reviewed the last chap! *cries. Bob hits her over the head with his baseball bat. That brings her back to reality* Okay… Well, *sniffle* I guess reviews don't really matter. As long as people enjoy it.
