Hi again. Well, in spite of very low reviews (only 2) for my first
chapter, I decided to post the second one. Maybe it'll help to have it
back on the first page, although the update thing doesn't appear to be
functioning right. Oh well. This one is much shorter, but that way I
think I can get chap 3 out sooner. Ok, enough of me...thanks to pocket
mouse for the inspiration for veggie's last name!
Disclaimer: same as last chap, you get the drill.
Dum, dum, dum......Detention
The rest of Bulma's day went fairly uneventfully. In English she had actually done her homework, which nearly gave the teacher a heart attack. As always she took a nap in math while waiting for the dummies to catch up. Chichi never ceased to be amazed that she could sleep through the lecture and still have the highest score in the class. Bulma, on the other hand, stood in awe of Chichi's ability to actually comprehend the books they read in English. She could get more out of a single paragraph than the author had intended for the entire book! Being as they were friends, they helped each other out. Never cheating though; Chichi would freak if Bulma just gave her the answers and no explanation. * Boy, do I feel sorry for her kid, * Bulma thought. * If she ever loosens up enough to have one, that is...hahaha.*
After the bell rang, Bulma had just enough time to say hi and bye to Chi before she had to get to detention. She found her loading a monstrous pile of books into her pack.
"Hey Chichi. What are all those for?" she asked hurriedly.
"Well, the teacher decided it would be fun to assign us a ten-page report in history. It wouldn't be that unusual, except that he's working with the English teacher. So we have two class periods to work on it, but it has to be historically and grammatically correct. On top of that, its due Friday!" Chichi sighed loudly as she hefted her bag up. It looked as if it would tip her over.
"Are you sure you need all those tonight? I'd be happy to give you a ride, but I've got detention. If you don't mind waiting around for an hour, though?"
"No, that's ok. I gotta get home and go babysit anyway. You have fun in detention, hear me? Don't let the old man get you down!" she called as Bulma raced down the hallway. "She's gonna be late, I can feel it."
Surprisingly enough, Bulma was not late. Someone had moved the starting time back to ten minutes after the last bell, presumably so students could collect their work. No one actually used the time for that, but it was a good intention.
Bulma slid into one of the few unoccupied seats. * Wow, lots of kids in trouble. Maybe they're putting together a sampling of the school's Best and Brightest. Now that would be a sorry sight, if they were it.* She didn't include herself, of course; she was easily one of the most intelligent in the school, though she didn't show it often. Bulma looked around her to see if she knew anyone. She was surprised when she spotted a familiar head of black hair in the corner. * Huh, wonder how he got here? That teacher couldn't have caught him, could he? Nah, gotta be something else. * He must have felt her staring because he turned to glare at her. Bulma quickly found an interesting poster on the wall behind him. Just then, the teacher walked in.
"Well, I have the dubious pleasure of being in charge of this motley bunch today, so that means you follow my instructions and don't talk back. First thing we're going to do is take roll. I'm sure more that a few 'forgot' they were supposed to be here. Abigail Bogart?"
*My, my. That was certainly an impressive start. Doubt he can keep it up, though. There's some hard- headed people here. Points for blustering.* The teacher had continued down the list while Bulma carried on her inner monologue.
"Bulma Briefs?" he called. Bulma was startled back to the real world and nearly fell out of her chair.
"What? Huh?"
" I'll take that marvelously incoherent response to mean that you are, in fact, present. Moving on, Kitty Cuthret?"
*Well then Mr. So-and-so. Sorry I didn't respond in a timely manner. I do not have my ugly ass stuck on a high horse like you appear to. And cut the fancy language, Half these kids couldn't get you even if you did speak in tiny words.* Bulma was ready to continue her rant, but decided to stop before she did something stupid. * Kami, please tell me he's just the watchdog for one day. Please! * She pulled out of her thoughts just in time to hear the name of her near-flattener.
"Vegeta Baryn?" Was Bulma imagining things, or did the supervisor sound a little apprehensive? There was a grunt from the corner in response and the guard moved on without comment.
*Now that's strange, * mused Bulma. * Normally he would have made him say an actual word. Maybe that Vegeta dude's rich or something. A movie star perhaps.* Bulma found that a little hard to believe. She wasn't high on the social ladder, but somehow she had the feeling that even the rats would know if there were a famous movie star attending her school. *Well, maybe he's not that famous. He probably does indie work and the teacher has been awestricken by his brilliance, however unlikely that sounds. What about the son of a politician? *
Bulma didn't notice that she had returned to staring at Vegeta. He had glared at her a while, but when that failed, he flipped her off. Not very subtly either, but the teacher seemed not to notice. It had the desired effect upon Bulma, however, and she quickly dropped her gaze. *Oh, Kami! Now he probably thinks I have a crush in him. How bad could this get? No, wait, I don't want to know! *
All right, that's it for this chapter. Bulma was right thinking she doesn't want to know, but trust me; she'll get some first-hand experience on the next installment of........Bordom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers! Don't forget to REVIEW!! Thanks! ^_^
Disclaimer: same as last chap, you get the drill.
Dum, dum, dum......Detention
The rest of Bulma's day went fairly uneventfully. In English she had actually done her homework, which nearly gave the teacher a heart attack. As always she took a nap in math while waiting for the dummies to catch up. Chichi never ceased to be amazed that she could sleep through the lecture and still have the highest score in the class. Bulma, on the other hand, stood in awe of Chichi's ability to actually comprehend the books they read in English. She could get more out of a single paragraph than the author had intended for the entire book! Being as they were friends, they helped each other out. Never cheating though; Chichi would freak if Bulma just gave her the answers and no explanation. * Boy, do I feel sorry for her kid, * Bulma thought. * If she ever loosens up enough to have one, that is...hahaha.*
After the bell rang, Bulma had just enough time to say hi and bye to Chi before she had to get to detention. She found her loading a monstrous pile of books into her pack.
"Hey Chichi. What are all those for?" she asked hurriedly.
"Well, the teacher decided it would be fun to assign us a ten-page report in history. It wouldn't be that unusual, except that he's working with the English teacher. So we have two class periods to work on it, but it has to be historically and grammatically correct. On top of that, its due Friday!" Chichi sighed loudly as she hefted her bag up. It looked as if it would tip her over.
"Are you sure you need all those tonight? I'd be happy to give you a ride, but I've got detention. If you don't mind waiting around for an hour, though?"
"No, that's ok. I gotta get home and go babysit anyway. You have fun in detention, hear me? Don't let the old man get you down!" she called as Bulma raced down the hallway. "She's gonna be late, I can feel it."
Surprisingly enough, Bulma was not late. Someone had moved the starting time back to ten minutes after the last bell, presumably so students could collect their work. No one actually used the time for that, but it was a good intention.
Bulma slid into one of the few unoccupied seats. * Wow, lots of kids in trouble. Maybe they're putting together a sampling of the school's Best and Brightest. Now that would be a sorry sight, if they were it.* She didn't include herself, of course; she was easily one of the most intelligent in the school, though she didn't show it often. Bulma looked around her to see if she knew anyone. She was surprised when she spotted a familiar head of black hair in the corner. * Huh, wonder how he got here? That teacher couldn't have caught him, could he? Nah, gotta be something else. * He must have felt her staring because he turned to glare at her. Bulma quickly found an interesting poster on the wall behind him. Just then, the teacher walked in.
"Well, I have the dubious pleasure of being in charge of this motley bunch today, so that means you follow my instructions and don't talk back. First thing we're going to do is take roll. I'm sure more that a few 'forgot' they were supposed to be here. Abigail Bogart?"
*My, my. That was certainly an impressive start. Doubt he can keep it up, though. There's some hard- headed people here. Points for blustering.* The teacher had continued down the list while Bulma carried on her inner monologue.
"Bulma Briefs?" he called. Bulma was startled back to the real world and nearly fell out of her chair.
"What? Huh?"
" I'll take that marvelously incoherent response to mean that you are, in fact, present. Moving on, Kitty Cuthret?"
*Well then Mr. So-and-so. Sorry I didn't respond in a timely manner. I do not have my ugly ass stuck on a high horse like you appear to. And cut the fancy language, Half these kids couldn't get you even if you did speak in tiny words.* Bulma was ready to continue her rant, but decided to stop before she did something stupid. * Kami, please tell me he's just the watchdog for one day. Please! * She pulled out of her thoughts just in time to hear the name of her near-flattener.
"Vegeta Baryn?" Was Bulma imagining things, or did the supervisor sound a little apprehensive? There was a grunt from the corner in response and the guard moved on without comment.
*Now that's strange, * mused Bulma. * Normally he would have made him say an actual word. Maybe that Vegeta dude's rich or something. A movie star perhaps.* Bulma found that a little hard to believe. She wasn't high on the social ladder, but somehow she had the feeling that even the rats would know if there were a famous movie star attending her school. *Well, maybe he's not that famous. He probably does indie work and the teacher has been awestricken by his brilliance, however unlikely that sounds. What about the son of a politician? *
Bulma didn't notice that she had returned to staring at Vegeta. He had glared at her a while, but when that failed, he flipped her off. Not very subtly either, but the teacher seemed not to notice. It had the desired effect upon Bulma, however, and she quickly dropped her gaze. *Oh, Kami! Now he probably thinks I have a crush in him. How bad could this get? No, wait, I don't want to know! *
All right, that's it for this chapter. Bulma was right thinking she doesn't want to know, but trust me; she'll get some first-hand experience on the next installment of........Bordom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers! Don't forget to REVIEW!! Thanks! ^_^