*is holed up in a bunker being pummeled with rotten fruit and trash of all types* I'm sorry! I'm really sorry I didn't get this out yesterday!
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"Who the fuck are you?" the tall Namek growled the question at me.
"The name's Bouke," I snarled back, "Now answer my question!"
"Piccolo! How did you get here?" Kakarot asked the green alien.
"Bulma invented a device to track your life energy and another to transport Krillin and I to wherever you were," Piccolo held up a little machine that looked remarkably like a Gameboy.
I swiped it, "I'll hold this until we get to the brats." I said and tucked it in my jacket pocket.
"Give. That. Back." Piccolo said in a dangerous voice.
"Shut up, pickle." I said as the bell rang, "I don't take orders from anyone except myself." I remembered what class was next, "Next class is…"
Out of nowhere a fist came hurtling toward my stomach. My reflexes only allowed me time to see it and begin to bring my hands to block it before it hit. Spittle flew from my mouth and hit the floor as I dropped to my knees.
"Why'd you do that, Piccolo?" Kakarot asked and kneeled next to where I was gasping and clutching my stomach, "Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" I gasped out, breathing hard.
"You need to learn some manners, girl," Piccolo informed me as kids began to pour out of the classrooms.
Bana came out and saw Piccolo, "Hey! It's Piccolo! Awesome!"
"Why is your cousin green?" Rachel asked me and arched an eyebrow.
"I am not…" Piccolo started.
"He's not all together upstairs," I hissed to Rachel as I clambered to my feet.
Her face took on a look of understanding, "I see. Well, I'll see you at lunch!" She ran off with one backwards glance at Piccolo and the Saiyans.
"Wait! Where is the cue ball?" Vegeta said gruffly.
"What? Is the Saiyan no Ouji worried about a human weakling?" I asked in all seriousness.
"No. I am merely curious as to why the Namek is here and the human is not."
"Oh."
"Maybe…" Kakarot scratched his head, "Maybe he's with the boys!"
"Why would he be with the brats, Kakarot? It wouldn't make sense for them to have been transported to two different places!" Vegeta snorted.
"Search for him with your ki sense," Bana suggested.
"I was just about to say that," Vegeta said as he closed his eyes. Bana and I locked gazes and simultaneously we rolled our eyes.
"Well?" I asked after a few moments. Bana was tapping her foot impatiently. We had to get to our next class soon.
"He is with the boys," Kakarot grinned.
"Hmph!" Vegeta stalked off toward the Science classroom.
"Skittles was wrong!" Bana said to me in a singsong voice as we all followed Vegeta.
"It looks like Veggie boy doesn't know everything!" I smirked. Vegeta was able to hear us but for some reason, he wasn't doing anything. Idly, I wondered what had happened to the noseless wonder when he arrived in the classroom.
The three boys ran back to the newcomer, "Krillin!" Goten gave the short man a hug.
"What are you doing here?" Trunks asked while hugging Krillin from the other side.
"Well, when you and your dads didn't come back, Bulma decided to make a machine to bring you back. I don't know the details about it but she was able to make two different machines. One detected your life energy, no matter if you were dead, on another planer or even in another dimension!" Krillin chuckled at the last one while Goten and Trunks exchanged grimaces, "The other was a transport device. Bulma and Chi-chi told Piccolo and I to get in it."
"And?" Zar prompted.
"Well," Krillin rubbed the back of his head where a large bump was, "I don't remember anything because I said I wasn't going. I said I had a wife and daughter to take care of. That was a bad move as Chi-chi began screaming to me about how ungrateful I was and I didn't deserve to be called 'friend' by Goku. I was just about to say I'd go when she whacked me on the head with that frying pan of hers. Hard. I was knocked out and I guess they threw me in the machine anyway."
"Where's Piccolo?" Goten looked around.
"I dunno. He has the transport device too," Krillin closed his eyes and searched out Piccolo with his ki sense, "He's with your dad's. I wonder why we got separated…"
"I guessed we'll see him at lunch then!" Trunks said cheerfully.
"Who's he?" Krillin asked Goten while pointing at Zar.
"That's Zaretu. He's letting us live at his place until we can get back home." Goten answered and wandered over to where Trunks was playing "Go Fish" with some other kids.
"Hello," Zar offered his hand to Krillin.
"Hey," Krillin shook his hand.
"Listen. We got to make up a story about you. You'll be my uncle, okay?"
"Your uncle?" Krillin scratched his head, "Okay, I guess."
"Hello, Zar. Who is this?" Mrs. Griffon had walked over to the two conversers.
"This is my uncle Krillin. Krillin, this is my teacher, Mrs. Griffon." Zar introduced them to each other.
"Hi!" Krillin shook Mrs. Griffon's hand with a smile.
"Excuse me for being blunt, but why don't you have a nose?" Mrs. Griffon asked, peering at the shorter man.
"I just don't." Krillin answered with a sigh.
"Ah, I see. How come I didn't see you arrive?" Krillin looked to Zar for help on that one.
Zar jumped in, "He came in through the outside door."
"Yeah, sorry ma'am." Krillin added.
"That's okay, but next time please use the regular door. Will you be joining us for the rest of the day?"
"Yes."
"Well, class is starting now so if Zar would be so kind as to show you to your seat…" Zar grabbed Krillin's arm and dragged him over to his seat. Goten and Trunks had brought over an extra chair in anticipation of where Krillin was to be seated.
When Mrs. Griffon noticed Zar trying to fit three people around him, she called out, "Zar, if you wish they can be seated at the activity tables. That way it would be easier for you to get to your desk."
Zar smiled his thanks and showed Krillin and the chibis where to seat. He then returned to his seat and the class quieted down for the lesson.
"Kami! We're going home!" Kakarot mused to himself.
"And I'm going to have the house to myself finally…" I sighed happily, "This day couldn't get any better!"
Have you ever heard of Murphy's Law? If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong. Well, that law is my life. As soon as I walked into the classroom, Mr. Green saw the transport machine sticking out of my pocket.
"And what is this?" the History teacher snarled and picked the device out of my pocket.
"Uh, it's a…" I fumbled for something.
"A Gameboy!" Bana came to my rescue… or so she thought.
"You know I don't tolerate games or music machines in my class!" Mr. Greene's nostrils flared as he picked up a hammer, "I shall have to make an example of this, Ms. Enda." Quickly, almost as fast as a Saiyan, he brought the hammer down on the transportation device.
"No!" Piccolo hissed.
"We can't go home now…" Kakarot whispered. I heard a low, guttural growling coming from behind me. I turned to see Vegeta standing there. The vein on his forehead was throbbing and he was looking savagely at Mr. Greene.
"Don't do it Vegeta," Kakarot said to the Saiyan no Ouji. With a primal roar, Vegeta lunged at the History teacher and grabbed him by the throat.
"Awh, shit…" I said to myself, "There goes my History grade…"
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Kakarot: Jeril told us to do the Author Note as she is in that bunker of hers. She says she's not coming out until you all forgive her and swear not to hurt her… especially DeathStorm.
Vegeta: Though you don't have to keep the promise. Really, you don't!
Kakarot: Vegeta! That's not nice! I wouldn't like it if you all hurt Jeril!
Vegeta: Come on, Kakarot! It's you against all of us! Jeril is going down!
Kakarot: Whatever Vegeta… *pulls out a piece of paper* Jeril told me to read this to you all. Ahem! "Muwhahahaha! Nobody guessed it'd be Krillin! I'm good! Uh huh! But then again, almost everyone guessed it'd be Piccolo." *sighs and tears up the paper* She's got some issuses… Vegeta? Didn't she tell you to say something?
Vegeta: Yeah. In the first chap it said her sister was her little sister. That was a typo. Bouke has an older sister and that mistake has now been changed. *muses to himself* I wonder if I get to kill that baka, Mr. Greene…
