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I don't own DBZ
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Science passed by pretty quickly, and I found myself that day with Bulma, in Phys. Ed., along with a gothic-looking girl named ChiChi. After running around the gym about...twelve times because our gym teacher was supremely evil, the three of us collapsed on the ground and started chitchatting.
"So Chi, how's things."
"I need to get laid."
Bulma's eyes went wide and I almost though her glasses were going to fall off her nose, so I pushed them back up, sniggering. ChiChi snorted, then sniggered along with me. The two of us were soon laughing our asses off.
"Oh come ON Bulma, I'm just kidding! You need to learn to relax."
"Well I didn't know that! ChiChi!"
"Ever been laid?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"...once." She frowned, her eyes narrowing among the sea of black eye makeup. What? She wore a lot. Not enough to make her look horrible, but quite a bit nonetheless. "He was a self-righteous bastard if I ever saw one. I didn't even get off."
"ChiChi Mau! If I ever hear you talking like that again-"
"You'll send me to the office and they'll call my home where no one happens to be, just like they do every other time, Mrs. Wiggins."
Mrs. Wiggins wasn't too happy with ChiChi's response, I guess, because her face turned purple and she ordered her to do twenty more laps. ChiChi just smiled, bowed, said: "Yes Madam." with a beautiful mockery and ran around the gym again. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud. There was no way in hell I was going to run another twenty laps.
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Lunchtime came, and by then I had learned that Bulma and ChiChi were good friends, as well as not part of the 'in crowd' as so many call them. Problem is, when you're not part of that crowd, ANYONE from ANY GROUP can bother you as much as they want. Even if they are considered lower than you. Like, for instance, the trekkies over at the far end of the cafeteria...
"Captain Yamucha! There's a gothic Klingon in our midst! What do we do?"
"Activate the deflector shields!" All I saw was a group of six people pull their Star Trek (I kid you not) jackets (with random characters shining on the back) over their heads and making really annoying beeping sounds.
"What the hell...?"
"Don't pay them any mind, Juuhachi. They're...not here on earth with the rest of us." said Bulma, shaking her head.
"BULMA!!!" yelled one with exceedingly long black hair and pointy ears like Spock.
"Oh God, not today..."
"BUULLLLLMMMMAAAA!!!"
"He's persistent, isn't he?" commented Chichi dryly.
"I wish he WASN'T so persistent. If someone killed him tomorrow, I tell you, I wouldn't be mourning."
"Come away with us before the earth is destroyed! We don't have much time!"
"Save the Star Trek crap for someone else, Yamucha. Besides, I'd rather die on earth than spend the rest of my life having to put up with you. It's bad enough as it is." Yamucha, too my great relief, shut up and went back to 'strategic planning' at his table. What a freakin' nerd. If I ever end up like that, shoot me, please.
After lunch, I was walking down the hall to art class, minding my own business when the midget happened to bump into me. Now, when I say 'bump into me', I mean he was running at top speed and bowled me over onto the floor. You could say I wasn't all that happy at that point.
"Watch where you're going, you moron!!"
"Sorry." To this day, I still find it amazing that Krillin could have such a nasally voice and not have a nose. At that point, I didn't even know it was him, at least until he spoke.
"Oh, it's you. Krillin. Didn't mean to scare you or anything." I looked at him, smirking at his unsure expression.
"Juuhachi...um...hey." I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. Poor guy didn't really know what to do at that point.
"Where are you going in such a hurry anyhow?"
"News has it that the matchmaker's transferring to our school. They say she's over in the library." At that point my eyebrows furrowed. Why would I be known over at this end of the country? Furthermore, who would pretend to be me? I guess if they wanted a popularity boost...
"Oh really? How do you know about the matchmaker?"
"My friend Stan knows this guy named Connor Ishito and-"
"Connor ISHITO? Has he talked to him lately? I know Connor really well."
"Yeah, he said he's doing all right, and that his friend was coming to our district. You know, the description he gave sort of reminds me of you..." Gee, I WONDER why that was. I took off two points for intelligence there.
"Really?" I asked, emphasizing every vowel and looking him in the eyes. It wasn't long before he smacked his hand to his forehead. Peeking through his fingers, his eyes looked like they were full of awe and embarrassment at the same time.
"God, I'm so stupid. You're the matchmaker?"
"Yep, that's me."
"Wow..."
"It's nice to know I'm special. I gotta get to art, but I'll see you around, okay?"
"Sure." I made to walk away, then pivoted like a basketball champion in the middle of the hallway. A brilliant plan had suddenly formed in my mind, and Krillin just happened to be a part of it.
"Hey Krillin!" He turned around and looked back.
"Yeah?"
"Now that I've moved I need a new assistant...care to fill in?" It was genius on my part. Having a male assistant would enable so many new opportunities for pairings and a much better way to convince guys to go along with what I was doing. I wasn't sure if he would say yes, but I figured if not, I could always ask Bulma or ChiChi, or even Goku if I got REALLY desperate.
"Hey, sounds awesome to me! Count me in!"
"Great! Well, gotta run to art. See ya!" I waved, he waved and we parted ways. He was a really nice guy, even if he let his idiot girlfriend walk all over him. Do I sound jealous? I wasn't, not at the time anyhow. That didn't happen until later on, when...well, I'll get to that.
Anyhow, there I was, sitting in art, when halfway through the period some short guy with long, spiky hair comes in wearing rainbow spandex pants. I was very surprised that not a single person made fun of him. In fact, they all looked kind of scared when he walked in the room. He didn't look very scary at all. I myself was trying desperately not to laugh, and I guess he noticed, because he gave me this really evil glare. Of course, I was used to evil glares, so I glared right back at him. He obviously wasn't used to being stood up to, so he growled and sat down FAR AWAY from me.
"Wow...I can't believe you did that." I turned to the blue-haired girl beside me; her name was Lunch.
"Did what?"
"Glared back at him, at VEGETA." Let's see, the guy's name sounded like a vegetable, he wore RAINBOW spandex pants and his hair made him look like a carrot. It was a wonder I didn't erupt into laughter on the spot.
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I don't own DBZ
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Science passed by pretty quickly, and I found myself that day with Bulma, in Phys. Ed., along with a gothic-looking girl named ChiChi. After running around the gym about...twelve times because our gym teacher was supremely evil, the three of us collapsed on the ground and started chitchatting.
"So Chi, how's things."
"I need to get laid."
Bulma's eyes went wide and I almost though her glasses were going to fall off her nose, so I pushed them back up, sniggering. ChiChi snorted, then sniggered along with me. The two of us were soon laughing our asses off.
"Oh come ON Bulma, I'm just kidding! You need to learn to relax."
"Well I didn't know that! ChiChi!"
"Ever been laid?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"...once." She frowned, her eyes narrowing among the sea of black eye makeup. What? She wore a lot. Not enough to make her look horrible, but quite a bit nonetheless. "He was a self-righteous bastard if I ever saw one. I didn't even get off."
"ChiChi Mau! If I ever hear you talking like that again-"
"You'll send me to the office and they'll call my home where no one happens to be, just like they do every other time, Mrs. Wiggins."
Mrs. Wiggins wasn't too happy with ChiChi's response, I guess, because her face turned purple and she ordered her to do twenty more laps. ChiChi just smiled, bowed, said: "Yes Madam." with a beautiful mockery and ran around the gym again. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud. There was no way in hell I was going to run another twenty laps.
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Lunchtime came, and by then I had learned that Bulma and ChiChi were good friends, as well as not part of the 'in crowd' as so many call them. Problem is, when you're not part of that crowd, ANYONE from ANY GROUP can bother you as much as they want. Even if they are considered lower than you. Like, for instance, the trekkies over at the far end of the cafeteria...
"Captain Yamucha! There's a gothic Klingon in our midst! What do we do?"
"Activate the deflector shields!" All I saw was a group of six people pull their Star Trek (I kid you not) jackets (with random characters shining on the back) over their heads and making really annoying beeping sounds.
"What the hell...?"
"Don't pay them any mind, Juuhachi. They're...not here on earth with the rest of us." said Bulma, shaking her head.
"BULMA!!!" yelled one with exceedingly long black hair and pointy ears like Spock.
"Oh God, not today..."
"BUULLLLLMMMMAAAA!!!"
"He's persistent, isn't he?" commented Chichi dryly.
"I wish he WASN'T so persistent. If someone killed him tomorrow, I tell you, I wouldn't be mourning."
"Come away with us before the earth is destroyed! We don't have much time!"
"Save the Star Trek crap for someone else, Yamucha. Besides, I'd rather die on earth than spend the rest of my life having to put up with you. It's bad enough as it is." Yamucha, too my great relief, shut up and went back to 'strategic planning' at his table. What a freakin' nerd. If I ever end up like that, shoot me, please.
After lunch, I was walking down the hall to art class, minding my own business when the midget happened to bump into me. Now, when I say 'bump into me', I mean he was running at top speed and bowled me over onto the floor. You could say I wasn't all that happy at that point.
"Watch where you're going, you moron!!"
"Sorry." To this day, I still find it amazing that Krillin could have such a nasally voice and not have a nose. At that point, I didn't even know it was him, at least until he spoke.
"Oh, it's you. Krillin. Didn't mean to scare you or anything." I looked at him, smirking at his unsure expression.
"Juuhachi...um...hey." I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. Poor guy didn't really know what to do at that point.
"Where are you going in such a hurry anyhow?"
"News has it that the matchmaker's transferring to our school. They say she's over in the library." At that point my eyebrows furrowed. Why would I be known over at this end of the country? Furthermore, who would pretend to be me? I guess if they wanted a popularity boost...
"Oh really? How do you know about the matchmaker?"
"My friend Stan knows this guy named Connor Ishito and-"
"Connor ISHITO? Has he talked to him lately? I know Connor really well."
"Yeah, he said he's doing all right, and that his friend was coming to our district. You know, the description he gave sort of reminds me of you..." Gee, I WONDER why that was. I took off two points for intelligence there.
"Really?" I asked, emphasizing every vowel and looking him in the eyes. It wasn't long before he smacked his hand to his forehead. Peeking through his fingers, his eyes looked like they were full of awe and embarrassment at the same time.
"God, I'm so stupid. You're the matchmaker?"
"Yep, that's me."
"Wow..."
"It's nice to know I'm special. I gotta get to art, but I'll see you around, okay?"
"Sure." I made to walk away, then pivoted like a basketball champion in the middle of the hallway. A brilliant plan had suddenly formed in my mind, and Krillin just happened to be a part of it.
"Hey Krillin!" He turned around and looked back.
"Yeah?"
"Now that I've moved I need a new assistant...care to fill in?" It was genius on my part. Having a male assistant would enable so many new opportunities for pairings and a much better way to convince guys to go along with what I was doing. I wasn't sure if he would say yes, but I figured if not, I could always ask Bulma or ChiChi, or even Goku if I got REALLY desperate.
"Hey, sounds awesome to me! Count me in!"
"Great! Well, gotta run to art. See ya!" I waved, he waved and we parted ways. He was a really nice guy, even if he let his idiot girlfriend walk all over him. Do I sound jealous? I wasn't, not at the time anyhow. That didn't happen until later on, when...well, I'll get to that.
Anyhow, there I was, sitting in art, when halfway through the period some short guy with long, spiky hair comes in wearing rainbow spandex pants. I was very surprised that not a single person made fun of him. In fact, they all looked kind of scared when he walked in the room. He didn't look very scary at all. I myself was trying desperately not to laugh, and I guess he noticed, because he gave me this really evil glare. Of course, I was used to evil glares, so I glared right back at him. He obviously wasn't used to being stood up to, so he growled and sat down FAR AWAY from me.
"Wow...I can't believe you did that." I turned to the blue-haired girl beside me; her name was Lunch.
"Did what?"
"Glared back at him, at VEGETA." Let's see, the guy's name sounded like a vegetable, he wore RAINBOW spandex pants and his hair made him look like a carrot. It was a wonder I didn't erupt into laughter on the spot.
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