Hey guys! It's us again! We have finally finished our second chapter! WOOHOO took us long enough huh? Well I think we need to explain some things first. Trunks and Goten are the same age as us! (15/16) and Gohan and Videl are in a relationship! We have decided to make it pre-Pan time, because she would be a bit difficult to include in the story! (Storm note: timeline is a bit warped, yes indeedee) Enjoy the next exciting chapter in our wonderful story of how the famous DBZ's met our reality!

Quick note: Tishelle, Zaluki, Niph Speaks and Death Storm have been officially declared this 25th day of March as the BEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!!! You guys RULE!! Thanx heaps for reviewing our story (yeah, you know a good story when you read it! ^_^ ) And eh no Tishelle we're not from your school, though it may be exactly the same. unless your school happens to be in Australia, I don't think we go to the same school.

Chapter 2

"Oh" Vegeta shuddered.

Suddenly the door burst open and a very angry Mrs Church filled the doorway. "Just what is going on in here?" she screeched her fat wobbling dangerously.

"We're talking," Storm answered, stating the obvious.

"I can see that Storm, but who are these people and what are they doing in this classroom?" She demanded, stamping her short and stumpy leg in frustration.

"They are exchange students and obviously exchange students have to come to school, therefore they are here at school," Storm replied her face dangerously serious.

"Since when did SLOSH (AN: the name of our school, kinda changed around) take in 'male' exchange students?" Mrs Church asked smirking.

"They're not male." Storm moved in closer. "They're cross dressers, and are very sensitive about it, so don't say anything if you know what's good for you," she whispered, tapping her nose secretly.

"Oh," Mrs Church mumbled, forcing a smile. She slowly backed out of the room, closing the door sharply behind her. Sounds of her high heels could be heard as she rushed down the corridor.

"Phew she's gone!" Bera sighed wiping sweat from her forehead.

"That was close!" Storm agreed.

"WHO was that?" Yamcha asked addressing the girls for the first time.

"Our Religion teacher," Bera giggled. "I haven't seen her run that fast since.well since NEVER!"

Storm nodded a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I've never seen her look so shocked either. Normally she's the first one to argue with me! Ha.looks like I won that argument!" Storm danced happily around the room.

"Religion?" Trunks asked eyeing the dancing Storm with interest. (AN: he seems to do that a lot, doesn't he? Little pervert ^_^ but you know you love him!!)

"Yes," Bera popped up beside him (picture Zachary from CardCaptors, popping up with another long, fascinating but rather untrue and useless fact). "According to Storm, Religion means people's beliefs and opinions concerning the existence, nature, and worship of God, a god, or gods, and divine involvement in the universe and human life. Which I think is totally wrong, cause they never teach us that in Religion, it's always about praying, and human justice. I mean when are we ever going to use them again in later life? These teachers just think we should know all this stuff, and that someday we might need to know them, better yet they are probably the easiest topics, and they just want to annoy the crap out of us." Bera stopped for breath, and Storm hurriedly covered Bera's mouth with her hand.

"Bera" she warned. "Remember the last time you gave a speech on Religion? It went for half an hour!"

Bera pouted, "Did not.it went for 25 minutes."

"Yeah, yeah" Storm waved her comment away and addressed the confused Trunks. "Religion is a subject we study. It is part of the curriculum for our school. We do what Bera said, but we also do plays, assignments. We even did an exam last year!" Storm frowned at the memory. "It's quite - er - unfortunate - that it is a compulsory subject in this school because - it's really crappy. Besides which, I always get really crappy marks."

"Exam?" Goku asked, scratching his head in confusion. (Storm stomped her foot in frustration.) "Didn't you do one of those Gohan?" he asked turning to his son.

Gohan nodded. "Yep Dad."

"Oh," Goku replied. "Good. Exams. Always good to know."

Bera moved to the front of her class, and opened her locker, grabbing her books in a hurry and scrambling back to her seat when she heard the telltale sound of their teacher approaching (the telltale sound was a student being word bashed - you know, the whole "What do you MEAN, you're getting your books out? YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT LAST WEEK!!!"). "Quick!" Storm poked Goten in the stomach ('Oof!') and ushered the other DBZs into the seats at the back of the room.

"Hey, don't poke Goten!" Bera cried, running to Goten, who was now doubled over, clutching his stomach and groaning in agony.

"Wow, she sure can poke," Gohan noted from the back of the room.

"Sure can," Trunks repeated, in awe of this wonder woman.

Bera helped Goten to a seat near the others, and Storm parked herself in the seat right at the back of the room, behind Trunks, so she could see everything that was going on in the room and no-one but the teacher could see her unless they turned around. The rest of the class, which had been waiting outside (with good reason; Bera and Storm are known as the Terrible Twins, who mightn't be so Twinnish but by God are they Terrible), rushed into the room, and positioned themselves a fair distance apart from the strange bunch at the back. Storm saw one particular girl staring, her beady little eyes squinting with a mixture of interest and distaste (interest = Trunks, distaste = Storm). This particular girl - um, let's see. we'll call her Fart-Face for now - stood up and sauntered over to Trunks. Somehow she had managed to avoid the scenes Bera and Storm had caused earlier in the day and was completely oblivious to the daggers Storm's eyes were impaling her with.

Fart-Face wiggled in to the only seat free at the back, right next to Trunks. "Hi," she said, fluttering her eyelashes, twirling her hair etck etck. "My name's -" she paused as she heard the teacher come closer. "I'll tell you later," she whispered hurriedly, and turned to face the front.

The teacher stalked into the room, her eyes sending daggers into all the students' hearts as a deathly silence descended on the room. Everyone held their breath in expectation of the outburst at the 'cross-dressers' at the back of the room. Slamming the door, the teacher dropped her books onto her desk and, crossing her arms tightly, she turned to stare at the newcomers. She squinted at them so hard her eyes disappeared into her face, and nothing but little slits were on her face where eyes should have been.

"So." Just that one word sent a ripple of fear through the class. "You're the exchange students Mrs Church informed me about. Welcome to SLOSH." The DBZ's nodded stiffly - they couldn't have felt less welcome if their chairs had tipped over and told them to piss off.

Bera groaned. Why is it teachers always did this? They should just pack their bags and throw them out; it would sure have a better effect.

Storm didn't really notice the teacher (who's name, by the way, was Mrs. Witchfield). She was too busy fuming (literally, smoke was coming out of her ears) over the fact that Fart-face was all over her little Trunksies.

Bera looked to her left and rolled her eyes. Jumping out of her chair, she rushed across, managing to "accidentally" knock Fart-face, back into her chair. Standing directly in between the pair, she glared at the girl and raised her hand in a warning.

"Do that again," she growled, "And you'll meet me, when I haven't had my sugar fix!"

The girl cowered into her chair. "Yes ma'am," she murmured and glued herself into place.

Storm was now grinning. Trunks was sitting there like the cute little dolt that he is, wondering why Bera was getting mad at that nice girl. What did she mean, sugar fix?

Bera may have been tough, but Mrs. Witchfield was tougher. "Bera Smith, if you do that again I swear you will be thrown out of that window yonder. Now go forth, and retire!"

So Bera retired. Goten looked at Bera's saddened face and stood up. "Excuse me, Mrs. - uh, what was it? Excuse me Mrs. Bitchfield, but I don't think it's physically possible for you to throw Bera out of that window. I could, but you? Don't even go there. You couldn't even throw a football two metres. This is, I think, on account of you have smoked your life away."

Mrs Witchfield said nothing, her head seeming to shrink into her neck as she seethed with fury. When she spoke, her voice was strained, and her eye twitched spasmodically. "Mr.uh- what's his name?" she whispered to the teacher's pet sitting up the front.

"Go-something."

"Mr Go, how DARE you speak to ME in such a manner?!?" she screeched. On the left side of the room, a girl screamed as the window shattered, sending glass splinters flying. This is when all hell broke loose in Room G. Windows shattered, doors rattled, and all on account of Vegeta had finally lost his patience and was powering up in preparation to blow up the teacher.

Bera shrieked and jumped under her desk, covering her head with her hands. Storm screamed as well, but ran to the back of the room and flattened herself against the wall on account of she knew she wouldn't fit under the desk (too tall).

Goten also screamed, making Storm stare at him for a moment. He jumped under the same desk as Bera, almost pushing her out in the process. Trunks looked as though he was about to follow, but then after a apprehensive look from Storm (you know, the whole "Uh, excuse me? Are you for real?"), stopped and squashed himself on the wall beside her.

Vegeta was glowing by now (hair starting to rise etck etck). His eyes had narrowed down into little slits, staring at the quivering Mrs Witchfield, who was in the process of hiding behind the teachers pet, using her as a human shield. Unfortunately, Mrs Witchfield was about three times the size of her pet, which proved to be a slight problem as Vegeta raised his hand and fired a small blast, enough to send Mrs Witchfield's mass flying to the back of the room. ("Oof!")

"Yeah, yeah!" Storm cheered. Screaming hysterically, Mrs Witchfield ran to the back of the room. "No, no!" Storm waved her hands frantically, trying hopelessly to ward Mrs Witchfield off as Vegeta focussed his attention on the back of the room. Vegeta stuck his hand out again, and was about to blast Mrs Witchfield into smithereens. including everyone else at the back of the room, namely your one and only Storm!

"No, wait a second!" Trunks shouted. Grabbing Storm, he picked her up and flew quickly to the front of the room, so as not to tempt his father's notorious anger. Trunks made sure Storm was safely grounded before turning to his father once more. "Ok, dad, she's all yours."

"WWWWWWWAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!" An ear-piercing scream shattered the one remaining window, and Bera ran screaming to Storm, who braced herself for the impact. Vegeta was now looking frazzled.

"I'LL GIVE WHOEVER IS LEFT IN THE ROOM FIVE SECONDS TO MAKE UP THEIR MINDS WHETHER THEY WANT TO DIE OR NOT! Not you, woman," he snarled as Mrs Witchfield tried to scurry out of the room. Even before Vegeta started Mrs Witchfield's death-count, the remainder of the DBZ's other than Trunks and Goten made their hasty retreat out of a shattered window, not once looking back.

"FIVE!!" Bera squealed and ran to the door.

"FOUR!!"

"Open, open!"

"THREE!"

"Move!" Trunks shouted, shouldering Bera aside, sending her crashing into the whiteboard ("Oof!"). "Excuse me, Storm," he said politely, moving Storm gently aside, then he stuck out his hand and blasted the door open. It was like letting a plug out of a bath; the students that until now had been forgotten suddenly ran out of the room like a stampede of screaming rhinos. From her dent in the whiteboard, Bera scowled. "'Excuse me, Storm, oh loverly of loverly ones.' well what about me? ME?!? No 'Excuse me' for me, just the nice friendly "MOVE!" and bash me into the whiteboard! No siree, that's fine with me! GOTEN WHERE ARE YOU?!? YOU'RE MEANT TO BE HELPING ME HERE!!"

Another ear-splitting scream filled the room, making everyone flinch. Suddenly Goten, the creator of the scream, scrambled out from under the desk, grabbed Bera out of the whiteboard (suction popping sound here) and ran out of the room. Still screaming.

"TWO!!"

Trunks and Storm sweatdropped. "Kids these days," Storm said, shaking her head in shame.

"Shall we?" Trunks offered Storm his arm.

"We shall," Storm nodded, and taking his arm they walked calmly out of the room. As they emerged into the corridor, a huge blast sent them pitching forward. Trunks recovered in time to catch Storm just as she was about to slam face-first into the ground. "Thankyou," she said, and stood up. Then a thought struck her. "Hey, Vegeta lied! He was only up to Two! That's mean!"

Trunks scratched his head, abashed. "That's not mean. that's my dad."

Suddenly a blurry form whizzed up the corridor and crashed into them both, sending them both flying on account of Storm was still in Trunks' arms (AN [well actually only Storm AN): ooh Trunksies is so cute! ^_^ And he's soooo brave! *swoons* hehehe). Sitting up, they looked down at the charred, frazzled figure now lying over their feet.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!?" Bera screeched. As Storm was answering, Vegeta walked calmly out of the room, not a scratch on him. He dusted off his hands, and looked at Bera, who sizzled him with a lightning-like glare. "Are you quite SATISFIED?!?" She screeched, jumping to her feet, hands on hips.

Vegeta flinched, glancing at Trunks. "You've made me proud before, son. I'll leave this one to you - I know you can do it." With that, he made a retreat (a rather hasty one, everyone noticed) out the nearest broken window.

Storm giggled, and turned to Bera. "What happened to you? You're - you're all charcoaled!"

"Flame-grilled, if you don't mind," Goten said, limping up to lean on Bera, who scowled but looked quite pleased about it.

Bera sighed. "We didn't make it out in time."

"But you two left before we did!"

"No. Goten panicked and we got stuck behind the door!" Major sweatdrops, all around.

"Ooo-kay," Storm said. No-one said anything for a while, just recovering. But, as stories are apt to do, things took an unexpected twist because at that moment the sound of Mrs Church's unmistakable shoes could be heard echoing down the corridor, coming closer.

"Uh-oh," Bera and Storm muttered at the same time, waiting for the inevitable scream.

Uh-Oh, guys, what's going to happen? Well at least Mrs Church can't blow people up. but is her punishment a fate worse than death? Find out next time on DBZ meets Reality!