SPIDER-MAN 2: Enter the Red Demon
A fanfiction by Chipolata
Disclaimer: I don't own:
Spider-man or related characters or concepts
Dragon Ball Z or related characters or concepts
Men In Black or related characters or concepts
Scooby Doo or related characters or concepts
Digimon or related characters or concepts
Whew! I think that's all.
Mrs Lampe is my old Science teacher, but is in no way intended to offend or represent the real Mrs Lampe in any way, except that they're both Chemistry teachers.
I don't do much explaining about the arrangements in this story, so please read my "Spider-man" (the original one).
One last note: Vegeta and Peter talk via internet chat rooms a lot in this story. For those who couldn't guess, PeteP032 is Peter's net-name and PrinceVB is Vegeta.
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Chapter One
Gohan couldn't concentrate at all. His Mom had told him on his way out the door that morning that Bulma and Vegeta would be visiting his school to give a talk about the new technologies that Capsule Corp. had been developing.
'Lord knows why Vegeta's going.' Gohan thought, as Vegeta didn't seem to know much about hypomolecular decompression.
"Gohan!! Pay attention!" Mrs. Lampe, his science teacher scolded.
Gohan snapped out of his thoughts and noticed his beaker had overheated and broken. He quickly turned off the Bunsen burner and took the beaker to the sink.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Gohan apologized. "I was thinking about the presentation this afternoon."
"Ah yes, Mrs. Briefs is coming isn't she? You would be hoping to learn something, wouldn't you?" Mrs. Lampe asked.
"Well, yeah, I guess so." Gohan said, and continued cleaning up.
"That doesn't excuse you for breaking that beaker. Do the experiment again. You're just going to have to pay to replace that."
"Yes, ma'am." Gohan said, and got back to work.
"Why do I have to come? You're perfectly capable of talking to those brats by yourself!" Vegeta complained.
"Because you need to get out of that Gravity Chamber! You spend all your time in there. You need to get out and see the sunshine, live a little, meet new people and do new things!" Bulma told him. "Besides, last time I went there, the kids' behavior was awful. I need someone
to glare them into line."
Vegeta glared at her.
"Yeah, just like that!" Bulma said. "But you'd better get changed. Those training clothes will not do. They are not presentable, and they smell of sweat and blood!"
Vegeta stomped upstairs. In his opinion, the whole trip was a waste of time. Not that science wasn't his thing; it was just that he could be fighting crime and saving lives in the time instead of keeping an eye on a bunch of bratty kids. Not to mention Gohan would be there.
Vegeta took the red, blue and black suit out from the back of his sock drawer and put it on.
"No spandex, Vegeta!" Bulma called up the stairs. "I got you some new stuff to wear last time I was out."
"Alright, alright! I'm not stupid you know!" Vegeta yelled back.
"Could've fooled me." Bulma muttered under her breath.
"You would say that!" Vegeta called.
"How could you hear that?" Bulma yelled.
"I didn't! I just know you!" Vegeta yelled back.
Vegeta stomped back down the stairs wearing the new outfit Bulma had picked for him. Bulma stepped back and took a good look.
"Not bad." She commented.
"Oh be quiet. All I need is a pair of goggles and a digivice and I'd be a digidestined." Vegeta complained.
"Ah well. Lets go then." Bulma said, and they walked out the door.
Bulma's presentation started off well. Gohan had already told most of his classmates what Vegeta was capable of, so when Bulma told them that Vegeta was keeping an eye on them they took it pretty seriously.
Everything was calm and quiet, and Vegeta was just about to fall asleep when an explosion ripped through the gym wall, throwing plaster and brick and dust into the air.
Mayhem ensued. Students and teachers fled the room. Gohan and Videl disappeared. Bulma was thrown back against the wall behind her. And through the dusty cloud Vegeta could make out the shape of something large approaching.
Wasting no time, Vegeta ran off to the men's room.
Bulma sat up, dizzy. She looked about. Where was Vegeta? This was just what she was worried about. She slowly stood, and tried to regain her balance. Before she could move, a large mechanical arm shot out from the cloud and grabbed her around the waist.
Bulma screamed, and was lifted into the air.
"HEEELLLLPPPP!" She screamed. "SOMEBODY, HELP ME!"
A cruel laugh cut her screams short, and as she watched the figure of a man emerged.
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs. Remember me?" He asked.