Well, this is my first ever fanfiction! Yay! I don't really know how long
this will turn out to be, but I'll probably finish it even if no one seems
to like it (I hope that doesn't happen!). Yes I know the DBZ in high
school idea isn't new, but I hope mine is different enough that it isn't
boring. Ok, enough of my blabbering, on with the story!
*.....* indicates a character is thinking
(...) is me butting in
Disclaimer: Ms. Lee, the teacher dude, the secretary and the principal are the extent of my possessions.
Late Again ?!?!?!
Bulma sighed as she rolled over and hit her alarm clock. *Why does school have to start so early? * she wondered. As always she didn't expect an answer, but she continued to ask.
"Bulma, honey, are you awake?" called her mother up the stairs. She managed a groan in response. "Well, hurry up, dear. You know you can't be late again this semester." *Oh shit, that's right! * Bulma suddenly remembered. *Guess I'd better get my butt out of bed then. * She sighed loudly as she levered herself upright.
She appeared downstairs a few minutes later to discover that breakfast was rice pudding (Is that even a breakfast food?) for about the fifth straight day.
"Jeez Mom, did you get a bargain deal on an entire farm?" Bulma asked sarcastically.
"No, silly. It's part of your father's latest experiment and he wasn't going to use it all, so I didn't want it to go bad."
"Uhh, Mom, rice doesn't go bad for a long time. We don't have to eat it all right away."
" We don't?" her mother replied. (How many times does she have to say it?) "Well then, I suppose I'll find something else for dinner." * Ewwww. I don't think I'll ask what she had planned. * thought Bulma wisely.
* * *
Later that morning Bulma was running frantically to get to first period. Just as she rounded the last corner the bell rang. * Oh shit,shit,shit! Kami please let the instructor be late. Just this once! * she thought desperately.
Unfortunately for Bulma her luck was fading fast today. The teacher was in a particularly crabby mood and sent her to the principal for running in the halls, based upon her red face and panting. " Don't take your bad love life out on me." Bulma muttered to herself as she left the class. She wasn't quiet enough, however, and Ms.Lee said her comment meant a phone call home and a week's detention. * Great, another lovely day begins. * Bulma thought. * At least I think I got off easy. I must have been right, to make her that startled. * She shuddered, not wanting to contemplate even the remotest details of a teacher's sex life.
Bulma was too lost in her musing to notice someone striding angrily down the hall. She made an "oomph"-ing noise as she was shoved into the lockers.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" she yelled out. The spiky, black- haired head turned slowly in response.
"Were you directing that at me?" the head's owner asked.
"Well, yeah, since there's obviously no one else around." Bulma replied with more than a touch of sarcasm. (Ahhh, what a wonderful thing, that)
"Don't you even know who I am? That must be it, otherwise you wouldn't still be standing there."
"No, I don't know you. And at this point, frankly, I don't care to." * Who does this guy think he is anyway? Mr. Campus-oh-look-at-me-hotshot? *
"Good. I don't feel like telling. If you're that lost in your own world, do the rest of us a favor and stay there." he shot back, crossing his tan arms over his tan chest.
"Oooh. Well, excuse me, tough boy. So sorry I'm not up on the latest social bulletins." Before he could come up with an appropriate come back a teacher stepped outside his door.
"Who's out there? What are you two doing out of class? Where are your passes?" the squat man demanded.
The two delinquents stared at each other before Bulma answered. "Well I was on my way to the principal's office before this jerk nearly ran me over."
"Hey! You weren't watching where you were going." Bulma glared back at him, a stare he returned in equal measure.
"As much as I'd like to believe you Miss..."
"Briefs."
"Miss Briefs, you have yet to produce a hall pass, and you, young man, have yet to give me a plausible reason as to your wandering." The teacher concluded his little tirade with a satisfied "hmph."
"Car trouble." was the boy's response. * Yeah, riiiiiight. * thought Bulma.* Probably still hung over from his weekend. * She handed over the pass Ms. Lee had given her. The teacher was too busy examining it to notice the boy slowly backing away.
"Ahem." said Bulma. The teacher looked up. "Cough." she explained. He went back to scrutinizing the pass. * Jeez, can't he take a hint? * wondered Bulma. After freezing in his tracks her co-delinquent was continuing his "stealthy" getaway. She tried coughing a couple more times but only succeeded in being offered a drink. "No thanks, I'm fine." she said. * Agaargh! He's almost around the corner. I can't let him get away- he ran into me! *
"Well Miss Briefs, I believe I have convinced myself that this is genuine. You'd better proceed straight to the principal without any delays. As for you, young man......" The teacher trailed off, looking about for his next victim. "Where did you go?"
The boy had taken his chance and slipped around the corner, no doubt running as soon as he thought it safe. * That little.....How dare he! * screamed Bulma mentally. * It's all his fault the teacher came out anyway. Boy, does he have some nerve.*
"Miss Briefs!" Bulma snapped back to the here and now. " As I was saying, you'd best go straight to the office and I'd better not hear of any dilly-dallying! Understood?"
"Yes, sir." replied Bulma meekly. * Damn, there goes plan A. *
"Good. I'll go find your companion myself. He can't have gotten far." * Oh yes he could have. Especially with him running and you in the shape you're in.* she thought to herself. The teacher made sure she was heading in the right direction before huffing around the corner.
Bulma made her way as slowly as possible to the office. After again reciting her sorry tale she was made to sit and wait for what seemed like an eternity. Other students passed in and out either gave her smug looks or ignored her altogether. Then Bulma's friend ChiChi walked in. She asked the secretary for what she needed and turned to Bulma while the lady searched for it.
"What's up?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, I was late and then told off the teacher." Bulma mouthed back.
"Oooh. What'd ya say to her?"
"I made a comment on the quality of the romantic sections of her life." ChiChi winced in sympathy. "I think the only reason I'm here is because it hit too close to the truth."
"Bulma! You didn't.." her response was cut off as the secretary returned.
"Here you are dear. That should be enough."
"Thanks Ms. Spellington (stupid name, I know)" said ChiChi as she smiled sweetly. She turned to leave and signaled Bulma that they'd talk later.
"The principal will see you now, young lady," the secretary continued. Her demeanor had changed back to its sour normalcy. * Ugh, I hate it when people call me that.* thought Bulma disgustedly. She followed the secretary's finger to a door in the back wall of the office and opened it gingerly. The balding man on the phone motioned for her to come in and take a seat.
"Uh-huh. Yes, really I do sweetie....No, really truly, I do love you snookems.....No, I love you more.......Uh-huh, yes I do....". He continued and on in a sing-songy voice that nearly made Bulma puke. (Me too) * Oh no. This has not been a good day for keeping the school and private lives separate. Although I may be able to use this somehow...* Bulma stored the information away for use at a later date. Just then the principal concluded his sickening conversation.
"Well, why are you here? Swearing, drinking, being a general nuisance?"
"Ummmmm, I guess I thought your secretary would have told you. I was late and then the teacher kicked me out, so I made a comment to myself. Only I didn't say it quietly enough and she heard. So she sent me down here, gave me a week's detention and is going to call my parents."
"Huh, is that all? What kind of a comment did you make?" * Gee, this isn't the way I though he'd respond. No screaming, no quiet but tedious lectures. Well, at least not so far.*
"I said something to the effect that she had a bad romantic life."
"Who's your homeroom teacher?"
"Ms. Lee."
"Oh, that old coot? No wonder she was upset, it's probably true!" He laughed and slapped his knee at his oh-so-witty statement. * Now I really am worried.* thought Bulma* Aliens didn't take over during the weekend, did they? I'm sure I would have heard about it.* "Well, considering this is the first time you've offended a teacher, I think we can drop the phone call home. However," he continued more seriously, "you have been late on numerous occasions before this, so you'll have to serve the week's detention. If you behave well I'll consider erasing one of your tardies."
Bulma couldn't believe it. Ms. Lee would be furious when she found out. "Uhhh, thank you. Should I go back to class now?" * No, no. Please Kami, no!*
"Yes, there's no sense in you missing your other classes. Besides, homeroom's nearly over. Ms.Lee shouldn't be able to torment you too badly." * Well, it's still a pretty good deal.* thought Bulma as she rose to leave.* A week's detention. Maybe I'll get some homework done for a change.*
Next chapter: Will Bulma actually go back to class? Will Ms.Lee go berserk? And who was that kid in the hall anyway? (As if you couldn't guess) Stay tuned for the next installment of .......
Boredom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers
AN: Hey guys, hope you liked it. Turned out to be longer than I thought, lucky you! I need a last name for vegeta for the next chap. Any help at all would be appreciated. Thanks! And don't forget to review!! ^-^
critisim
*.....* indicates a character is thinking
(...) is me butting in
Disclaimer: Ms. Lee, the teacher dude, the secretary and the principal are the extent of my possessions.
Late Again ?!?!?!
Bulma sighed as she rolled over and hit her alarm clock. *Why does school have to start so early? * she wondered. As always she didn't expect an answer, but she continued to ask.
"Bulma, honey, are you awake?" called her mother up the stairs. She managed a groan in response. "Well, hurry up, dear. You know you can't be late again this semester." *Oh shit, that's right! * Bulma suddenly remembered. *Guess I'd better get my butt out of bed then. * She sighed loudly as she levered herself upright.
She appeared downstairs a few minutes later to discover that breakfast was rice pudding (Is that even a breakfast food?) for about the fifth straight day.
"Jeez Mom, did you get a bargain deal on an entire farm?" Bulma asked sarcastically.
"No, silly. It's part of your father's latest experiment and he wasn't going to use it all, so I didn't want it to go bad."
"Uhh, Mom, rice doesn't go bad for a long time. We don't have to eat it all right away."
" We don't?" her mother replied. (How many times does she have to say it?) "Well then, I suppose I'll find something else for dinner." * Ewwww. I don't think I'll ask what she had planned. * thought Bulma wisely.
* * *
Later that morning Bulma was running frantically to get to first period. Just as she rounded the last corner the bell rang. * Oh shit,shit,shit! Kami please let the instructor be late. Just this once! * she thought desperately.
Unfortunately for Bulma her luck was fading fast today. The teacher was in a particularly crabby mood and sent her to the principal for running in the halls, based upon her red face and panting. " Don't take your bad love life out on me." Bulma muttered to herself as she left the class. She wasn't quiet enough, however, and Ms.Lee said her comment meant a phone call home and a week's detention. * Great, another lovely day begins. * Bulma thought. * At least I think I got off easy. I must have been right, to make her that startled. * She shuddered, not wanting to contemplate even the remotest details of a teacher's sex life.
Bulma was too lost in her musing to notice someone striding angrily down the hall. She made an "oomph"-ing noise as she was shoved into the lockers.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" she yelled out. The spiky, black- haired head turned slowly in response.
"Were you directing that at me?" the head's owner asked.
"Well, yeah, since there's obviously no one else around." Bulma replied with more than a touch of sarcasm. (Ahhh, what a wonderful thing, that)
"Don't you even know who I am? That must be it, otherwise you wouldn't still be standing there."
"No, I don't know you. And at this point, frankly, I don't care to." * Who does this guy think he is anyway? Mr. Campus-oh-look-at-me-hotshot? *
"Good. I don't feel like telling. If you're that lost in your own world, do the rest of us a favor and stay there." he shot back, crossing his tan arms over his tan chest.
"Oooh. Well, excuse me, tough boy. So sorry I'm not up on the latest social bulletins." Before he could come up with an appropriate come back a teacher stepped outside his door.
"Who's out there? What are you two doing out of class? Where are your passes?" the squat man demanded.
The two delinquents stared at each other before Bulma answered. "Well I was on my way to the principal's office before this jerk nearly ran me over."
"Hey! You weren't watching where you were going." Bulma glared back at him, a stare he returned in equal measure.
"As much as I'd like to believe you Miss..."
"Briefs."
"Miss Briefs, you have yet to produce a hall pass, and you, young man, have yet to give me a plausible reason as to your wandering." The teacher concluded his little tirade with a satisfied "hmph."
"Car trouble." was the boy's response. * Yeah, riiiiiight. * thought Bulma.* Probably still hung over from his weekend. * She handed over the pass Ms. Lee had given her. The teacher was too busy examining it to notice the boy slowly backing away.
"Ahem." said Bulma. The teacher looked up. "Cough." she explained. He went back to scrutinizing the pass. * Jeez, can't he take a hint? * wondered Bulma. After freezing in his tracks her co-delinquent was continuing his "stealthy" getaway. She tried coughing a couple more times but only succeeded in being offered a drink. "No thanks, I'm fine." she said. * Agaargh! He's almost around the corner. I can't let him get away- he ran into me! *
"Well Miss Briefs, I believe I have convinced myself that this is genuine. You'd better proceed straight to the principal without any delays. As for you, young man......" The teacher trailed off, looking about for his next victim. "Where did you go?"
The boy had taken his chance and slipped around the corner, no doubt running as soon as he thought it safe. * That little.....How dare he! * screamed Bulma mentally. * It's all his fault the teacher came out anyway. Boy, does he have some nerve.*
"Miss Briefs!" Bulma snapped back to the here and now. " As I was saying, you'd best go straight to the office and I'd better not hear of any dilly-dallying! Understood?"
"Yes, sir." replied Bulma meekly. * Damn, there goes plan A. *
"Good. I'll go find your companion myself. He can't have gotten far." * Oh yes he could have. Especially with him running and you in the shape you're in.* she thought to herself. The teacher made sure she was heading in the right direction before huffing around the corner.
Bulma made her way as slowly as possible to the office. After again reciting her sorry tale she was made to sit and wait for what seemed like an eternity. Other students passed in and out either gave her smug looks or ignored her altogether. Then Bulma's friend ChiChi walked in. She asked the secretary for what she needed and turned to Bulma while the lady searched for it.
"What's up?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, I was late and then told off the teacher." Bulma mouthed back.
"Oooh. What'd ya say to her?"
"I made a comment on the quality of the romantic sections of her life." ChiChi winced in sympathy. "I think the only reason I'm here is because it hit too close to the truth."
"Bulma! You didn't.." her response was cut off as the secretary returned.
"Here you are dear. That should be enough."
"Thanks Ms. Spellington (stupid name, I know)" said ChiChi as she smiled sweetly. She turned to leave and signaled Bulma that they'd talk later.
"The principal will see you now, young lady," the secretary continued. Her demeanor had changed back to its sour normalcy. * Ugh, I hate it when people call me that.* thought Bulma disgustedly. She followed the secretary's finger to a door in the back wall of the office and opened it gingerly. The balding man on the phone motioned for her to come in and take a seat.
"Uh-huh. Yes, really I do sweetie....No, really truly, I do love you snookems.....No, I love you more.......Uh-huh, yes I do....". He continued and on in a sing-songy voice that nearly made Bulma puke. (Me too) * Oh no. This has not been a good day for keeping the school and private lives separate. Although I may be able to use this somehow...* Bulma stored the information away for use at a later date. Just then the principal concluded his sickening conversation.
"Well, why are you here? Swearing, drinking, being a general nuisance?"
"Ummmmm, I guess I thought your secretary would have told you. I was late and then the teacher kicked me out, so I made a comment to myself. Only I didn't say it quietly enough and she heard. So she sent me down here, gave me a week's detention and is going to call my parents."
"Huh, is that all? What kind of a comment did you make?" * Gee, this isn't the way I though he'd respond. No screaming, no quiet but tedious lectures. Well, at least not so far.*
"I said something to the effect that she had a bad romantic life."
"Who's your homeroom teacher?"
"Ms. Lee."
"Oh, that old coot? No wonder she was upset, it's probably true!" He laughed and slapped his knee at his oh-so-witty statement. * Now I really am worried.* thought Bulma* Aliens didn't take over during the weekend, did they? I'm sure I would have heard about it.* "Well, considering this is the first time you've offended a teacher, I think we can drop the phone call home. However," he continued more seriously, "you have been late on numerous occasions before this, so you'll have to serve the week's detention. If you behave well I'll consider erasing one of your tardies."
Bulma couldn't believe it. Ms. Lee would be furious when she found out. "Uhhh, thank you. Should I go back to class now?" * No, no. Please Kami, no!*
"Yes, there's no sense in you missing your other classes. Besides, homeroom's nearly over. Ms.Lee shouldn't be able to torment you too badly." * Well, it's still a pretty good deal.* thought Bulma as she rose to leave.* A week's detention. Maybe I'll get some homework done for a change.*
Next chapter: Will Bulma actually go back to class? Will Ms.Lee go berserk? And who was that kid in the hall anyway? (As if you couldn't guess) Stay tuned for the next installment of .......
Boredom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers
AN: Hey guys, hope you liked it. Turned out to be longer than I thought, lucky you! I need a last name for vegeta for the next chap. Any help at all would be appreciated. Thanks! And don't forget to review!! ^-^
critisim