"Nutty, you HAVE to go to school. You've only been here a week, and already
you've driven Vegeta to the tv. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FORCE HIM TO
WATCH TELEVISION? All he wants to do is eat, sleep, and TRAIN. And you've
driven him from all of the above. I mean... you follow him everywhere with
incessant questions.... give the guy a break. I never thought I'd say
that..." Bulma lectured, her blue eyes focused on the man she could barely
see through the doorway between the dining room and the living room.
Vegeta's eyes were glued to the football game, a beer in his hand. The only
thing wrong with that picture was, Vegeta was unlikely to EVER have a pot
belly... While they watched, one of the players fumbled the ball, and
Vegeta crushed the can in his fist and yelled at the screen. Nutty shivered
when she saw what was left of the can.
"I see what you mean. But do I really have to go to school? I'm 15... can't I get a job or something?" grey eyes whined at blue.
" Um... NO. You'd be pretty lonely without anyone your age to hang with anyway. I think you'll go to school with Bra and Trunks."
"But-"
"Nope. I'll enroll you ASAP."
"Don't worry about it Nutty. Orange Star isn't all that bad, I swear. And everyone's really nice, I PROMISE." Bra reassured Nutty on the way to school. Famous last words. Nutty stood next to the teacher's desk in Geometry class, her first period. She looked around the room, waiting for someone to tell her her assigned seat. Nutty noticed that there was a couple huge kids, and one looked really mean... "Ms. Nutty Bizarre. Please sit next to Marron. Raise your hand Marron."
A blond girl in the front row rose her hand. She didn't even raise it above her chin, and her expression was not one that you could call eager.
Nutty scooted into the seat next to Marron. "Hi."
"Hello." She wasn't into making friends. Nutty turned away and listened to Mr. Guchi start a lecture. He wasn't very interesting, so it took quite a bit of her concentration just to keep her thoughts on him. So much, that when he started asking questions, she didn't stop herself from correcting everyone who got one wrong. Including one of the bigger guys...
"Thanks you Ms. Bizarre. Sherman, I believe you need to either learn to read or learn to listen. Your choice." Everyone in the class giggled.
Sherman face turned red, and when he turned to look at Nutty, his face was anything BUT friendly.
He lived up to the promise in those hate filled brown eyes too. At the end of class, he was outside the door.
As soon as Nutty stepped through the doorway, she was lifted three feet off the ground by her shirt.
"So you think you can make a fool of Sherman, huh?", he growled in her face.
"Well, if you're stupid enough to let me outsmart you, then... yeah.", Nutty's glasses glittered in the light as a slight smirk crossed her face.
"Why I aughta...", Sherman drew his free hand back to hit her.
Right then, a guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes, about half the size of Sherman (in other words 5'9 and average) pulled Nutty away and grabbed Sherman's fist, "Excuse you. It's not polite to hit a lady."
Sherman began to shake with anger. He was about to break the smaller guy's jaw into a hundred pieces. Thankfully Mr. Dunbar, the school's principal appeared around the corner.
"Sherman.", the principal motioned for him to come over.
He left. Nutty and the boy were left alone in the hall.
Nutty slapped the guy across the face, "Jerk. I could have handled that on my own!"
"How? By getting the crap beat out of you?", the guy responded in a short, tempered voice.
"Well... uh... I... um... yeah... uh...", Nutty stuttered, "I could have just kicked him in the nuts!"
The guy gave her a strange look and backed off a step. Nutty wrinkled her nose and grumbled. The warning bell rang out and both teens ran in opposite directions to make it to their next class.
Bra met Nutty halfway to their next class, "Are you okay? I heard that Sherman was on your case."
"Yeah...well... some kid helped me.", Nutty put her head down and stared at her feet while walking.
"Who was it? What did he look like? Maybe I know him.", Bra suggested.
"See that kid down the hall... The one in the school uniform!", Nutty pointed to a group of boys entering a classroom.
"WHICH guy in a school uniform?", Bra prodded, a sweatdrop adorning her forehead.
"That one!", Nutty still pointed.
"They're ALL wearing school uniforms. Point out a DIFFERENT feature!", Bra yelled.
"The one with the cool book bag!", Nutty waved her arm up and down, drawing attention.
"You mean TACKY book bag.", Bra covered her face in embarrassment.
"Who is he? He's so ADORABLE!", Nutty's eyes became as big as saucers.
"I'll give you that much, but he's GOT to be the geekiest guy in this entire school!", Bra's face faltered.
"Absolutely perfect for the WORLD's geekiest girl!!", Nutty chimed happily.
"Nutty... shut up... PLEASE!!!!!!", Bra was ready to walk away.
Just then, Marron walked by, "Hey B-chan. Your little friend embarrassing you? Come on . I'll walk with you."
Bra could see that Nutty was glaring through her glasses, "Um... it's all right Marron-chan. I'll meet you after school. Kay?"
Marron just hmphed and walked off. Nutty stared after her wordlessly.
Bra cleared her throat, "Don't you even want to know his name? huh huh?"
Nutty turned toward her, "Of course. Who is he?"
"That was Chris.", Bra said in a whisper.
"Chris... hmm... that's not Japanese...", Nutty mumbled out loud.
"Yeah, he's a foreign exchange student from America.", Bra started walking down the hall slowly.
"That explains that. Where did he get such a cool book bag though? Don't you have to get it from the school?", Nutty followed along.
"Normally... he takes extra classes and carries around more books, so the school made him buy his own. It was the only one at the store that was big enough to fit all his things in AND that he liked.", Bra turned the corner, into the classroom.
"Extra classes? Wow... I was doing that in America for a while... I had to quit when I joined the space program though...", Nutty said thoughtfully as she sat in the seat next to Bra.
The first day of school was nearly over. Nutty was glad. She was sick of being insulted. She wasn't worried, though. She'd get them ALL back and soon enough.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into someone taller than herself, "HEY! Watch where you're going! You got in my way!"
"I got in YOUR way?! Well, I'm so very sorry your highness. I didn't know royalty attended this school!", the guy dried his water drenched face off with his sleeve and stepped away from the water fountain.
"YOU?!", Nutty yelled, pointing at him, "What are you doing? Following me?!"
"Why would I follow someone as disagreeable as you? Besides, I'm the one who got my face dunked in the fountain. What was the point of that, some weird revenge?"
Nutty looked at his face, and even though it was wet her thoughts were making her blush... "No, that wasn't the original purpose.. although I will have to remember that next time..."
"Why is it all the pretty girls are sadistic?" Chris rolled his eyes and started to walk away, but he was stopped by a claw on his arm.
"Did you just say I was pretty, punk?", luckily he couldn't see through the evil stare she threw at him.
He looked the other way to hide the blush, "Yeah, what's it to ya?"
Nutty began to cuss in English.
"You speak English?", he pulled his arm out of her grasp and examined it, "Hey, you brat! I'm bleeding!"
"Whoops... you deserved it!", Nutty yelled in English.
Several of the students stopped to gawk. They couldn't understand the pair, but they could identify a fight. Soon the principal pulled the pair to the side and started cussing at them in Japanese, which all of the students COULD understand.
Nutty just stood there wincing at the tone of the principals voice.
"You have been the center of all the trouble at Orange Star High since you arrived. Young lady, you are suspen-", the principal scolded.
Chris cut him off, "It wasn't her fault. I started the fight."
"Mr. Miller... I'm astounded. This school's best student?", principal Dunbar looked toward Chris stunned.
"We can't have you being suspended, so another, less harmful punishment will have to do. You will have to tutor Ms. Bizarre for the next week."
Nutty's mouth dropped open.
"Sir... please... no... she'll kill me before the week is over! I beg you! Have mercy!", Chris dropped to his knees.
Principal Dunbar just shook his head and walked away. It looked as though Chris was stuck.
Chris stood up and turned to Nutty who's mouth was still open as wide as humanly possible, "I hope you're happy..."
"You JERK!"
"What did I do THIS time?!"
Nutty dropped her head, "I was TRYING to get kicked out of school..."
"Why would you want to do that?", Chris stared at her, a determined look in his eyes.
"I was having so much fun annoying Veggie-chan plus this was going to be an escape from the homework I had to do back in America. I had to make up for everything I missed while in the space program...", she grumbled.
"Space program...", he said sarcastically.
"I'll explain over our first study session... your place at 6:00?"
"Why mine?"
"Because I currently reside in the Briefs residence... I don't think Veggie, Trunks, or Bra would appreciate it.", Nutty smirked.
"Um... okay... but don't you have to KNOW where I live first of all?", Chris jammed his hands into his pockets.
"That always does help and we might as well make the best of it.", she snorted.
He borrowed a pen from a friend and wrote the directions to his house and his phone # on her arm. On returning the pen, they found out that it was permanent ink. The owner of the pen was immediately kicked in the balls by unmentioned parties.
Nutty arrived at Chris's house at the appointed time.
Without even knocking, she let herself in. By the looks of it, Chris lived by himself. His house was a mess. Clothes, paper, and everything else imaginable plastered the room.
All of a sudden, Chris came down the stairs in nothing but a pair of blue, striped boxers. When he noticed her at the bottom of the stairwell, gawking, he gulped and ran upstairs, his whole body slowly turning a bright red.
Nutty began blushing, slowly slipping her glasses on to hide it. She moved some of the junk off the couch and sat down. After several minutes, Chris came down with a pair of blue jeans and a hastily put on shirt. He stood in front of her. She sat calmly on the sofa, staring up into his angry eyes.
"What gives you the right to just barge in here and... and...", he was so mad he couldn't speak.
"... and sit on your couch?", Nutty smiled innocently up as she suggested, "I thought I was supposed to be here at 6:00...", she pouted sweetly.
A sweat drop slowly formed at the back of his head. He sat in the chair opposite her, "You can A.) explain yourself, and B.) study. Take your pick."
"Well...", she began.
Three hours later, Nutty finished her story. Chris looked at her strangely. (It's pretty bad when you're so weird that weird people look at you strangely.)
"You're kidding... That has got to be the most original fabrication anyone has ever come up with.", Chris stared at her.
"Not at all... you can ask anyone who was there... the Brief's family...", Nutty looked on with seriousness.
Chris gulped and leaned back on the couch for support, "So you're telling me that your space capsule... was the one on the news last week...?"
Nutty nodded, her hands clasped in her lap. Chris just stared for a minute.
Finally, he shook his head and cleared his throat, "Well... that can't possibly be stranger than saiya-jins on Earth..."
"You know about saiya-jins? But... how?", Nutty looked up in question.
"Everyone in Japan in the last few years knows. You know how about seven years ago there was a chance that the world was about to end and scientists couldn't figure it out in America? The world would have been gone had it not been for Vegeta and Gokuu.", Chris shook his head.
"I told them it was aliens...", Nutty said thoughtfully.
Chris again looked at her strangely, "Right... you know, we should probably start our homework before it gets too late."
"Um... yeah...", Nutty pulled a history book out of her briefcase and opened it up to page 347 and started to read.
Around eleven o'clock Nutty was done with all of her homework and waiting for Chris to finish so they could compare answers. She began to drift off while waiting.
Chris paused in mid answer on his homework. He looked over to where Nutty was sitting...
Nutty was asleep. He looked over at her papers. Her homework was done... How long had she been sleeping?
He picked up the phone and a phone book. Capsule Corp. Mansion sure had a lot of phone #s. He found Bra's personal line and dialed the #. The phone rang once... twice...
"Hello?", a tired voice asked from the other end of the line.
"Um... Bra-san? This is Chris Miller... Nutty was... um... over hear to study... and um... well... she kinda... fell asleep... could you... um... maybe come over and pick her up or something...?", Chris glanced over to where Nutty was sleeping and began to blush at his own thoughts.
"Arg... can't she just sleep over there? It's 3:00 in the morning for Kami's sake!", Bra growled from the other end.
"Um.. yeah... sure... thanks.... I think...", he hung up and grumbled.
...Now what? He thought as he stood there, staring at her sleeping figure. He blushed at his own thoughts (which he was merely noticing how cute she seemed just sleeping there) and started to clean the other junk off the couch so he could let Nutty stretch out.
After forcing himself to move her, he turned out the lamp in the living room and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.
Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep. He felt incredibly strange with someone else in his house.
The morning came, and the rays of light came (somehow) streaming through Chris's window. "Aw...man..." He slowly rolled out of bed and fell over, landing on an old shoe. "OW!" He slowly stood up, staggering around like some drunk. His hair was scattered about his head in a discombobulated mess. He walked out into the hallway, hearing what seemed to be water running. He then began to wonder if he left the sink running the night before. Heading to the bathroom (which seemed to be the origin of the noise), he slowly opened the door to find a silouetted feminine figure reflected in the mirror on the vanity.
It was Nutty.
Oh, SHIT! He quickly closed the door and scrambled down the stairs, tripping all the way. He was blushing furiously at the moment, not really sure what to do except run (what else would he do? Sit there and stare? [Probably. Most likely. In fact, why didn't he?]) He headed towards the kitchen sink to wash his hair with Joy dishwashing soap. Why? That was the only bathroom in the house, and he obviously didn't have access to it. Although....
Never mind.
After finishing, he picked up a dirty bowl from the other side of the sink, washed it out, and fixed breakfast (which simply consisted of cheetos in a bowl of milk [and a spoon]).
Moments later, a wet-headed Nutty walked down the stairs wrapped in a towel.
"Would you li--" Chris started, then turned away and blushed as he noticed her apparel. Ooooh....Kinky!! He thought as he forced himself from taking another look.
"Hmm? Oh...!!" She was too used to doing that on the ship... "Heey! Dork! What am I doing here, anyway?!? Are you some part of a communist conspiracy that's decided to kidnap me or something?!? You claim you're a foreign exchange student and all, but why are you living alone? Hmm?!?" She walked right up to him and got in his face. "No normal exchange student lives alone. Are you a spy or something, preying on a helpless space captain and using her for research? Just like the UNITED STATES?!? Do you know how sick of that I am?!"
"...Helpless?" He glanced down once. Twice.
She backed away and brought her hand back to slap him. "Why you...Jerk! Were you listening to me at all?!? Or were you just-- just-- Oh, ZAKKENAYO, okay?!?"
"Only if it's with you." He smirked.
"NANI YO JIGOKU?!? YOU PERV!!" She dashed back up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door.
Chris stood there in silence, his hair still dripping. "Whoa.." He said to himself.
Later that day at school, Nutty sat at her desk trying to pay attention to Mr. Guchi's boring lecture. Sherman kept sending evil stares towards her direction, but she ignored them as best as she could. Marron ignored her, but she didn't really care anyway. Bra seemed to be totally immersed in writing something. Probably a note to Goten or whatever, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, something rather unexpected happened. Mr. Guchi drew a baseball onto the overhead holo-projector and grabbed a 200-year old corporal punishment board from the wall. Or maybe it was a cricket bat... In any case, he took the board and whacked the hologram, making a fake cracking noise. The point? To get the class' attention. Sherman simply yawned, as did Marron. Bra looked up, and then went back to writing. Nutty just sat there, intrigued at such stupid behavior from a teacher (and the students, which was expected). Unfortunately, she realized how much alike Marron and Sherman were. She nearly shuddered at the thought.
Class came and went, and Bra stopped by Nutty's desk and handed her a note.
So this was what she was writing.... She stood up and walked to her next class. Sherman, as usual, was "waiting" for her.
"So... How come you didn't correct me today?"
"Well, you actually got something right for once in your god-forsaken life, old buddy old pal..." She slapped him on the back and walked in the opposite direction in a rather quick-paced manner.
He dashed after her (well, sorta in a crowded hall), anger burning in his eyes.
Somehow, Nutty managed to slip through the crowds with ease, which was much to her advantage. She walked into her Language Arts class just as the bell rang; her teacher, Mrs. Haruna, closed the door behind her just as Sherman was getting near the door.
"You're tardy, Miss Bizarre. Explanation?" She seemed to spit out the last word as if it were some bad-tasting morsel of food.
"Uhh... Umm... It's only my second day here, and I had a little trouble finding your classroom..."
Miss Haruna gave her an unbelieving look (a.k.a. "The Evil Teacher Glare") "Well, whatever your excuse is, sit down. This is the last time I'll let you go."
Nutty sat down at her desk and proceeded to open the note. Unfortunately, Mrs. Haruna started the word study in latin.
"Today," she started, "we will be studying numbers in Latin. Repeat after me: Uno."
"Uno." The class lethargically responded.
"Duo."
"Duo."
"Tres."
"Tres."
"Quatro."
"Quatro."
"Quinque." Unfortunately, she pronounced it "kinky."
"Quinque."
"Sex."
Half of the class replied "sex." The other half started snickering.
She gave the class an odd look, then thought on how she had pronounced "quinque." Then, realizing what she had done, she cleared her throat (blushing, by the way) and addressed the class. "Settle down, children! My apologies for mispronouncing that. That's all we will study for today..."
Nutty looked at Mrs. Haruna as if she were a complete and total idiot. Man! She was no where near the correct pronunciation! She was quickly becoming bored.
Slowly, she pulled the note from Bra out of her binder and quietly unfolded it.
Nutty,
I was wondering what you and Chris did last night? Come on. You know something happened. You were there the whole night. Write me a note or tell me in our next class. K? Cya.
Bra
Nutty sat there a moment staring at the note in disbelief. She couldn't believe Bra would even think something as horendous... as...
At that moment, Mrs. Haruna walked by, and seeing Nutty reading the note, took it and glanced it over, "Class, it seems that Ms. Bizzare, here, has recieved a note from a friend that goes like this..."
She read the note out loud for the whole class who broke into uncontrollable giggles. Nutty stared at her desk, her fists balled up so hard that it drew blood.
On the way out of the classroom, several students mocked her, all conjuring up similar images. Marron, hearing about it from some friends had the nerve to come up to her.
"I see you've had a little fun last night. Tell me, what exactly happened?", Marron smirked nastily.
Nutty smiled sweetly, "Oh, nothing much. We discussed how Mrs. Haruna is an alien who spends her free time disecting students, and I accused him of being a part of the communist conspiracy, and we talked about how I arrived here, as well as doing a little homework. That's about all."
Marron gave her a disgusted look, and with a hmph, she walked off. Nutty beamed with pride at how she had handled the situation.
Begining to walk away from the situation, she was suddenly grabbed by the arm from behind. She was about to kick backwards, but then she thought that it might be a teacher. She spun around to see who it was.
Chris was standing there, grasping her forearm with a look that would make anyone want to shrivel up and die, "You've heard what people have said... and I think you're the source of those rumors. Now I'd like a clean confession."
"Well, Bra wrote this note and gave it to me, and Mrs. Haruna found it and read it outloud to the class... and then the tv reporters found out about it and decided to broadcast it over world new.", Nutty said with a dryness of sarcasm.
"Oh... I see. Little Ms. Popularity got some strange idea from me calling her last night...", as Chris mentioned.
"You called Bra?", Nutty asked incrediously.
"Well, yeah. If you remember, you weren't exactly supposed to spend the night.", Chris shook his head at how incredibly stupid she could act at times.
It often made him wonder if she was doing it on purpose.
"Great... now I'm stuck between the school's most popular girl, biggest bully, and geekiest geek. ARG!", she pulled her arm away and ran off.
School wasn't over, but she left for the Brief's residence anyway. She couldn't take any more of the other kids mocking her or Chris's comments.
"I see what you mean. But do I really have to go to school? I'm 15... can't I get a job or something?" grey eyes whined at blue.
" Um... NO. You'd be pretty lonely without anyone your age to hang with anyway. I think you'll go to school with Bra and Trunks."
"But-"
"Nope. I'll enroll you ASAP."
"Don't worry about it Nutty. Orange Star isn't all that bad, I swear. And everyone's really nice, I PROMISE." Bra reassured Nutty on the way to school. Famous last words. Nutty stood next to the teacher's desk in Geometry class, her first period. She looked around the room, waiting for someone to tell her her assigned seat. Nutty noticed that there was a couple huge kids, and one looked really mean... "Ms. Nutty Bizarre. Please sit next to Marron. Raise your hand Marron."
A blond girl in the front row rose her hand. She didn't even raise it above her chin, and her expression was not one that you could call eager.
Nutty scooted into the seat next to Marron. "Hi."
"Hello." She wasn't into making friends. Nutty turned away and listened to Mr. Guchi start a lecture. He wasn't very interesting, so it took quite a bit of her concentration just to keep her thoughts on him. So much, that when he started asking questions, she didn't stop herself from correcting everyone who got one wrong. Including one of the bigger guys...
"Thanks you Ms. Bizarre. Sherman, I believe you need to either learn to read or learn to listen. Your choice." Everyone in the class giggled.
Sherman face turned red, and when he turned to look at Nutty, his face was anything BUT friendly.
He lived up to the promise in those hate filled brown eyes too. At the end of class, he was outside the door.
As soon as Nutty stepped through the doorway, she was lifted three feet off the ground by her shirt.
"So you think you can make a fool of Sherman, huh?", he growled in her face.
"Well, if you're stupid enough to let me outsmart you, then... yeah.", Nutty's glasses glittered in the light as a slight smirk crossed her face.
"Why I aughta...", Sherman drew his free hand back to hit her.
Right then, a guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes, about half the size of Sherman (in other words 5'9 and average) pulled Nutty away and grabbed Sherman's fist, "Excuse you. It's not polite to hit a lady."
Sherman began to shake with anger. He was about to break the smaller guy's jaw into a hundred pieces. Thankfully Mr. Dunbar, the school's principal appeared around the corner.
"Sherman.", the principal motioned for him to come over.
He left. Nutty and the boy were left alone in the hall.
Nutty slapped the guy across the face, "Jerk. I could have handled that on my own!"
"How? By getting the crap beat out of you?", the guy responded in a short, tempered voice.
"Well... uh... I... um... yeah... uh...", Nutty stuttered, "I could have just kicked him in the nuts!"
The guy gave her a strange look and backed off a step. Nutty wrinkled her nose and grumbled. The warning bell rang out and both teens ran in opposite directions to make it to their next class.
Bra met Nutty halfway to their next class, "Are you okay? I heard that Sherman was on your case."
"Yeah...well... some kid helped me.", Nutty put her head down and stared at her feet while walking.
"Who was it? What did he look like? Maybe I know him.", Bra suggested.
"See that kid down the hall... The one in the school uniform!", Nutty pointed to a group of boys entering a classroom.
"WHICH guy in a school uniform?", Bra prodded, a sweatdrop adorning her forehead.
"That one!", Nutty still pointed.
"They're ALL wearing school uniforms. Point out a DIFFERENT feature!", Bra yelled.
"The one with the cool book bag!", Nutty waved her arm up and down, drawing attention.
"You mean TACKY book bag.", Bra covered her face in embarrassment.
"Who is he? He's so ADORABLE!", Nutty's eyes became as big as saucers.
"I'll give you that much, but he's GOT to be the geekiest guy in this entire school!", Bra's face faltered.
"Absolutely perfect for the WORLD's geekiest girl!!", Nutty chimed happily.
"Nutty... shut up... PLEASE!!!!!!", Bra was ready to walk away.
Just then, Marron walked by, "Hey B-chan. Your little friend embarrassing you? Come on . I'll walk with you."
Bra could see that Nutty was glaring through her glasses, "Um... it's all right Marron-chan. I'll meet you after school. Kay?"
Marron just hmphed and walked off. Nutty stared after her wordlessly.
Bra cleared her throat, "Don't you even want to know his name? huh huh?"
Nutty turned toward her, "Of course. Who is he?"
"That was Chris.", Bra said in a whisper.
"Chris... hmm... that's not Japanese...", Nutty mumbled out loud.
"Yeah, he's a foreign exchange student from America.", Bra started walking down the hall slowly.
"That explains that. Where did he get such a cool book bag though? Don't you have to get it from the school?", Nutty followed along.
"Normally... he takes extra classes and carries around more books, so the school made him buy his own. It was the only one at the store that was big enough to fit all his things in AND that he liked.", Bra turned the corner, into the classroom.
"Extra classes? Wow... I was doing that in America for a while... I had to quit when I joined the space program though...", Nutty said thoughtfully as she sat in the seat next to Bra.
The first day of school was nearly over. Nutty was glad. She was sick of being insulted. She wasn't worried, though. She'd get them ALL back and soon enough.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into someone taller than herself, "HEY! Watch where you're going! You got in my way!"
"I got in YOUR way?! Well, I'm so very sorry your highness. I didn't know royalty attended this school!", the guy dried his water drenched face off with his sleeve and stepped away from the water fountain.
"YOU?!", Nutty yelled, pointing at him, "What are you doing? Following me?!"
"Why would I follow someone as disagreeable as you? Besides, I'm the one who got my face dunked in the fountain. What was the point of that, some weird revenge?"
Nutty looked at his face, and even though it was wet her thoughts were making her blush... "No, that wasn't the original purpose.. although I will have to remember that next time..."
"Why is it all the pretty girls are sadistic?" Chris rolled his eyes and started to walk away, but he was stopped by a claw on his arm.
"Did you just say I was pretty, punk?", luckily he couldn't see through the evil stare she threw at him.
He looked the other way to hide the blush, "Yeah, what's it to ya?"
Nutty began to cuss in English.
"You speak English?", he pulled his arm out of her grasp and examined it, "Hey, you brat! I'm bleeding!"
"Whoops... you deserved it!", Nutty yelled in English.
Several of the students stopped to gawk. They couldn't understand the pair, but they could identify a fight. Soon the principal pulled the pair to the side and started cussing at them in Japanese, which all of the students COULD understand.
Nutty just stood there wincing at the tone of the principals voice.
"You have been the center of all the trouble at Orange Star High since you arrived. Young lady, you are suspen-", the principal scolded.
Chris cut him off, "It wasn't her fault. I started the fight."
"Mr. Miller... I'm astounded. This school's best student?", principal Dunbar looked toward Chris stunned.
"We can't have you being suspended, so another, less harmful punishment will have to do. You will have to tutor Ms. Bizarre for the next week."
Nutty's mouth dropped open.
"Sir... please... no... she'll kill me before the week is over! I beg you! Have mercy!", Chris dropped to his knees.
Principal Dunbar just shook his head and walked away. It looked as though Chris was stuck.
Chris stood up and turned to Nutty who's mouth was still open as wide as humanly possible, "I hope you're happy..."
"You JERK!"
"What did I do THIS time?!"
Nutty dropped her head, "I was TRYING to get kicked out of school..."
"Why would you want to do that?", Chris stared at her, a determined look in his eyes.
"I was having so much fun annoying Veggie-chan plus this was going to be an escape from the homework I had to do back in America. I had to make up for everything I missed while in the space program...", she grumbled.
"Space program...", he said sarcastically.
"I'll explain over our first study session... your place at 6:00?"
"Why mine?"
"Because I currently reside in the Briefs residence... I don't think Veggie, Trunks, or Bra would appreciate it.", Nutty smirked.
"Um... okay... but don't you have to KNOW where I live first of all?", Chris jammed his hands into his pockets.
"That always does help and we might as well make the best of it.", she snorted.
He borrowed a pen from a friend and wrote the directions to his house and his phone # on her arm. On returning the pen, they found out that it was permanent ink. The owner of the pen was immediately kicked in the balls by unmentioned parties.
Nutty arrived at Chris's house at the appointed time.
Without even knocking, she let herself in. By the looks of it, Chris lived by himself. His house was a mess. Clothes, paper, and everything else imaginable plastered the room.
All of a sudden, Chris came down the stairs in nothing but a pair of blue, striped boxers. When he noticed her at the bottom of the stairwell, gawking, he gulped and ran upstairs, his whole body slowly turning a bright red.
Nutty began blushing, slowly slipping her glasses on to hide it. She moved some of the junk off the couch and sat down. After several minutes, Chris came down with a pair of blue jeans and a hastily put on shirt. He stood in front of her. She sat calmly on the sofa, staring up into his angry eyes.
"What gives you the right to just barge in here and... and...", he was so mad he couldn't speak.
"... and sit on your couch?", Nutty smiled innocently up as she suggested, "I thought I was supposed to be here at 6:00...", she pouted sweetly.
A sweat drop slowly formed at the back of his head. He sat in the chair opposite her, "You can A.) explain yourself, and B.) study. Take your pick."
"Well...", she began.
Three hours later, Nutty finished her story. Chris looked at her strangely. (It's pretty bad when you're so weird that weird people look at you strangely.)
"You're kidding... That has got to be the most original fabrication anyone has ever come up with.", Chris stared at her.
"Not at all... you can ask anyone who was there... the Brief's family...", Nutty looked on with seriousness.
Chris gulped and leaned back on the couch for support, "So you're telling me that your space capsule... was the one on the news last week...?"
Nutty nodded, her hands clasped in her lap. Chris just stared for a minute.
Finally, he shook his head and cleared his throat, "Well... that can't possibly be stranger than saiya-jins on Earth..."
"You know about saiya-jins? But... how?", Nutty looked up in question.
"Everyone in Japan in the last few years knows. You know how about seven years ago there was a chance that the world was about to end and scientists couldn't figure it out in America? The world would have been gone had it not been for Vegeta and Gokuu.", Chris shook his head.
"I told them it was aliens...", Nutty said thoughtfully.
Chris again looked at her strangely, "Right... you know, we should probably start our homework before it gets too late."
"Um... yeah...", Nutty pulled a history book out of her briefcase and opened it up to page 347 and started to read.
Around eleven o'clock Nutty was done with all of her homework and waiting for Chris to finish so they could compare answers. She began to drift off while waiting.
Chris paused in mid answer on his homework. He looked over to where Nutty was sitting...
Nutty was asleep. He looked over at her papers. Her homework was done... How long had she been sleeping?
He picked up the phone and a phone book. Capsule Corp. Mansion sure had a lot of phone #s. He found Bra's personal line and dialed the #. The phone rang once... twice...
"Hello?", a tired voice asked from the other end of the line.
"Um... Bra-san? This is Chris Miller... Nutty was... um... over hear to study... and um... well... she kinda... fell asleep... could you... um... maybe come over and pick her up or something...?", Chris glanced over to where Nutty was sleeping and began to blush at his own thoughts.
"Arg... can't she just sleep over there? It's 3:00 in the morning for Kami's sake!", Bra growled from the other end.
"Um.. yeah... sure... thanks.... I think...", he hung up and grumbled.
...Now what? He thought as he stood there, staring at her sleeping figure. He blushed at his own thoughts (which he was merely noticing how cute she seemed just sleeping there) and started to clean the other junk off the couch so he could let Nutty stretch out.
After forcing himself to move her, he turned out the lamp in the living room and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.
Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep. He felt incredibly strange with someone else in his house.
The morning came, and the rays of light came (somehow) streaming through Chris's window. "Aw...man..." He slowly rolled out of bed and fell over, landing on an old shoe. "OW!" He slowly stood up, staggering around like some drunk. His hair was scattered about his head in a discombobulated mess. He walked out into the hallway, hearing what seemed to be water running. He then began to wonder if he left the sink running the night before. Heading to the bathroom (which seemed to be the origin of the noise), he slowly opened the door to find a silouetted feminine figure reflected in the mirror on the vanity.
It was Nutty.
Oh, SHIT! He quickly closed the door and scrambled down the stairs, tripping all the way. He was blushing furiously at the moment, not really sure what to do except run (what else would he do? Sit there and stare? [Probably. Most likely. In fact, why didn't he?]) He headed towards the kitchen sink to wash his hair with Joy dishwashing soap. Why? That was the only bathroom in the house, and he obviously didn't have access to it. Although....
Never mind.
After finishing, he picked up a dirty bowl from the other side of the sink, washed it out, and fixed breakfast (which simply consisted of cheetos in a bowl of milk [and a spoon]).
Moments later, a wet-headed Nutty walked down the stairs wrapped in a towel.
"Would you li--" Chris started, then turned away and blushed as he noticed her apparel. Ooooh....Kinky!! He thought as he forced himself from taking another look.
"Hmm? Oh...!!" She was too used to doing that on the ship... "Heey! Dork! What am I doing here, anyway?!? Are you some part of a communist conspiracy that's decided to kidnap me or something?!? You claim you're a foreign exchange student and all, but why are you living alone? Hmm?!?" She walked right up to him and got in his face. "No normal exchange student lives alone. Are you a spy or something, preying on a helpless space captain and using her for research? Just like the UNITED STATES?!? Do you know how sick of that I am?!"
"...Helpless?" He glanced down once. Twice.
She backed away and brought her hand back to slap him. "Why you...Jerk! Were you listening to me at all?!? Or were you just-- just-- Oh, ZAKKENAYO, okay?!?"
"Only if it's with you." He smirked.
"NANI YO JIGOKU?!? YOU PERV!!" She dashed back up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door.
Chris stood there in silence, his hair still dripping. "Whoa.." He said to himself.
Later that day at school, Nutty sat at her desk trying to pay attention to Mr. Guchi's boring lecture. Sherman kept sending evil stares towards her direction, but she ignored them as best as she could. Marron ignored her, but she didn't really care anyway. Bra seemed to be totally immersed in writing something. Probably a note to Goten or whatever, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, something rather unexpected happened. Mr. Guchi drew a baseball onto the overhead holo-projector and grabbed a 200-year old corporal punishment board from the wall. Or maybe it was a cricket bat... In any case, he took the board and whacked the hologram, making a fake cracking noise. The point? To get the class' attention. Sherman simply yawned, as did Marron. Bra looked up, and then went back to writing. Nutty just sat there, intrigued at such stupid behavior from a teacher (and the students, which was expected). Unfortunately, she realized how much alike Marron and Sherman were. She nearly shuddered at the thought.
Class came and went, and Bra stopped by Nutty's desk and handed her a note.
So this was what she was writing.... She stood up and walked to her next class. Sherman, as usual, was "waiting" for her.
"So... How come you didn't correct me today?"
"Well, you actually got something right for once in your god-forsaken life, old buddy old pal..." She slapped him on the back and walked in the opposite direction in a rather quick-paced manner.
He dashed after her (well, sorta in a crowded hall), anger burning in his eyes.
Somehow, Nutty managed to slip through the crowds with ease, which was much to her advantage. She walked into her Language Arts class just as the bell rang; her teacher, Mrs. Haruna, closed the door behind her just as Sherman was getting near the door.
"You're tardy, Miss Bizarre. Explanation?" She seemed to spit out the last word as if it were some bad-tasting morsel of food.
"Uhh... Umm... It's only my second day here, and I had a little trouble finding your classroom..."
Miss Haruna gave her an unbelieving look (a.k.a. "The Evil Teacher Glare") "Well, whatever your excuse is, sit down. This is the last time I'll let you go."
Nutty sat down at her desk and proceeded to open the note. Unfortunately, Mrs. Haruna started the word study in latin.
"Today," she started, "we will be studying numbers in Latin. Repeat after me: Uno."
"Uno." The class lethargically responded.
"Duo."
"Duo."
"Tres."
"Tres."
"Quatro."
"Quatro."
"Quinque." Unfortunately, she pronounced it "kinky."
"Quinque."
"Sex."
Half of the class replied "sex." The other half started snickering.
She gave the class an odd look, then thought on how she had pronounced "quinque." Then, realizing what she had done, she cleared her throat (blushing, by the way) and addressed the class. "Settle down, children! My apologies for mispronouncing that. That's all we will study for today..."
Nutty looked at Mrs. Haruna as if she were a complete and total idiot. Man! She was no where near the correct pronunciation! She was quickly becoming bored.
Slowly, she pulled the note from Bra out of her binder and quietly unfolded it.
Nutty,
I was wondering what you and Chris did last night? Come on. You know something happened. You were there the whole night. Write me a note or tell me in our next class. K? Cya.
Bra
Nutty sat there a moment staring at the note in disbelief. She couldn't believe Bra would even think something as horendous... as...
At that moment, Mrs. Haruna walked by, and seeing Nutty reading the note, took it and glanced it over, "Class, it seems that Ms. Bizzare, here, has recieved a note from a friend that goes like this..."
She read the note out loud for the whole class who broke into uncontrollable giggles. Nutty stared at her desk, her fists balled up so hard that it drew blood.
On the way out of the classroom, several students mocked her, all conjuring up similar images. Marron, hearing about it from some friends had the nerve to come up to her.
"I see you've had a little fun last night. Tell me, what exactly happened?", Marron smirked nastily.
Nutty smiled sweetly, "Oh, nothing much. We discussed how Mrs. Haruna is an alien who spends her free time disecting students, and I accused him of being a part of the communist conspiracy, and we talked about how I arrived here, as well as doing a little homework. That's about all."
Marron gave her a disgusted look, and with a hmph, she walked off. Nutty beamed with pride at how she had handled the situation.
Begining to walk away from the situation, she was suddenly grabbed by the arm from behind. She was about to kick backwards, but then she thought that it might be a teacher. She spun around to see who it was.
Chris was standing there, grasping her forearm with a look that would make anyone want to shrivel up and die, "You've heard what people have said... and I think you're the source of those rumors. Now I'd like a clean confession."
"Well, Bra wrote this note and gave it to me, and Mrs. Haruna found it and read it outloud to the class... and then the tv reporters found out about it and decided to broadcast it over world new.", Nutty said with a dryness of sarcasm.
"Oh... I see. Little Ms. Popularity got some strange idea from me calling her last night...", as Chris mentioned.
"You called Bra?", Nutty asked incrediously.
"Well, yeah. If you remember, you weren't exactly supposed to spend the night.", Chris shook his head at how incredibly stupid she could act at times.
It often made him wonder if she was doing it on purpose.
"Great... now I'm stuck between the school's most popular girl, biggest bully, and geekiest geek. ARG!", she pulled her arm away and ran off.
School wasn't over, but she left for the Brief's residence anyway. She couldn't take any more of the other kids mocking her or Chris's comments.
