I'm baaaack! Did you miss me? No? No one? * Glares and hands shoot up *
That's better. I'm on a sugar high or something right now, so ignore any
stuff that doesn't make sense. This chap is a lil' short, but I cut it
that way so this would get back to the top of the heap. I'm working on
another idea too, and hopefully it will be up soon ^_~ Well, enough delays,
on with the fic!!
I don't own DBZ. I have to remind myself of that daily.
Oh! Thoughts will now be shown with ::.......::
Facing the 'rents
Bulma survived detention only by dint of pinching her thigh every time she so much as glanced towards Vegeta's corner. ::Great, now I'm even more suspect of a crush! He probably thinks that I can't look at him without going weak at the knees or something equally wimpy. Pah, as if Bulma Briefs would ever do such a thing.:: She turned her attention back to the English paper she was supposed to be writing. For some odd reason, words refused to appear on the paper, and glaring wasn't helping any. :: If only Chi was here, she'd help me get started. But no, she's a good girl and never gets detention. Gah, why can't I focus?! ::
Bulma decided that she had a serious case of writer's block (AN: something we're all familiar with) that could only be solved by reading the graffiti on her desk. ::Justin sure gets around she thought. Chelsea, Mary, can't read that one- must have been a bad split. Brittany...::. The list continued clear down the left side of the desk. Other, equally intelligent, beings had added commentary to some names. ::Hmmm, I wonder if anyone has ever done a study of gossip on inanimate objects. I bet you could learn a lot, from the desks and bathroom walls. You could have at least three season's worth of soap opera! Geez, first they can't spell, and then someone does the inevitable and proclaims writing on walls is stupid, ON THE WALL!!! Have we got candidates for MENSA or what? :: Bulma sighed and shook her head as she went back to staring at her unwritten paper.
* * *
In the end the essay did get written, although how much sense it made was up for debate. Bulma took a deep breath of fresh air as she stepped outside. It was a little after four p.m. and the air shimmered in the heat. :: Middle of September and it's still warm enough to wear shorts. This is some strange weather, not that I'm complaining. :: Bulma hated the cold and semi-wished the weather would stay like this forever. Only semi, though; she liked bonfires and there was no chance of one in this heat. ::Oh well, I'll last a couple weeks. If only it weren't so dry.:: All the grass had long ago turned brown and the leaves were doing the same. Reports of bush fires were a daily routine. It was good business for Capsule Corp., however. Their water tanks were in high demand.
Bulma sighed once again as she wiped beads of sweat from her forehead. Her car was sure to be warm enough to roast .... a roast. (AN: Aren't I clever? No? Not even a groan?) At least she still had it. If her parents ever found out that she had detention, that would be the first thing to go. ::Hn, maybe I can make up a really convincing story. Or maybe they won't notice I've been gone. Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over! NO, I just won't mention anything until they ask. Could be my lucky day.::
She drove slowly up the gravel drive. There was no sign of any search parties, but that didn't mean Bulma was safe. She pulled quietly into her garage, wincing at the squeaky door. ::Got to get that fixed ::she reminded herself. :: Can't have it alerting my 'rents when I go out.:: Bulma swung the door shut just hard enough for it to catch. She was glad there was a separate stairway leading to her wing. With any luck, she could stay up there and avoid her parents until dinnertime.
And so ends chapter tres ( that's 3 if'n ya don't know Spanish) of Boredom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers. Tune in next time to see if Bulma's parents ground her until the end of time. Also the rest of the gang is introduced and a problem arises! Well, it might, if I can think of one. Don't forget to review! Adios!!
I don't own DBZ. I have to remind myself of that daily.
Oh! Thoughts will now be shown with ::.......::
Facing the 'rents
Bulma survived detention only by dint of pinching her thigh every time she so much as glanced towards Vegeta's corner. ::Great, now I'm even more suspect of a crush! He probably thinks that I can't look at him without going weak at the knees or something equally wimpy. Pah, as if Bulma Briefs would ever do such a thing.:: She turned her attention back to the English paper she was supposed to be writing. For some odd reason, words refused to appear on the paper, and glaring wasn't helping any. :: If only Chi was here, she'd help me get started. But no, she's a good girl and never gets detention. Gah, why can't I focus?! ::
Bulma decided that she had a serious case of writer's block (AN: something we're all familiar with) that could only be solved by reading the graffiti on her desk. ::Justin sure gets around she thought. Chelsea, Mary, can't read that one- must have been a bad split. Brittany...::. The list continued clear down the left side of the desk. Other, equally intelligent, beings had added commentary to some names. ::Hmmm, I wonder if anyone has ever done a study of gossip on inanimate objects. I bet you could learn a lot, from the desks and bathroom walls. You could have at least three season's worth of soap opera! Geez, first they can't spell, and then someone does the inevitable and proclaims writing on walls is stupid, ON THE WALL!!! Have we got candidates for MENSA or what? :: Bulma sighed and shook her head as she went back to staring at her unwritten paper.
* * *
In the end the essay did get written, although how much sense it made was up for debate. Bulma took a deep breath of fresh air as she stepped outside. It was a little after four p.m. and the air shimmered in the heat. :: Middle of September and it's still warm enough to wear shorts. This is some strange weather, not that I'm complaining. :: Bulma hated the cold and semi-wished the weather would stay like this forever. Only semi, though; she liked bonfires and there was no chance of one in this heat. ::Oh well, I'll last a couple weeks. If only it weren't so dry.:: All the grass had long ago turned brown and the leaves were doing the same. Reports of bush fires were a daily routine. It was good business for Capsule Corp., however. Their water tanks were in high demand.
Bulma sighed once again as she wiped beads of sweat from her forehead. Her car was sure to be warm enough to roast .... a roast. (AN: Aren't I clever? No? Not even a groan?) At least she still had it. If her parents ever found out that she had detention, that would be the first thing to go. ::Hn, maybe I can make up a really convincing story. Or maybe they won't notice I've been gone. Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over! NO, I just won't mention anything until they ask. Could be my lucky day.::
She drove slowly up the gravel drive. There was no sign of any search parties, but that didn't mean Bulma was safe. She pulled quietly into her garage, wincing at the squeaky door. ::Got to get that fixed ::she reminded herself. :: Can't have it alerting my 'rents when I go out.:: Bulma swung the door shut just hard enough for it to catch. She was glad there was a separate stairway leading to her wing. With any luck, she could stay up there and avoid her parents until dinnertime.
And so ends chapter tres ( that's 3 if'n ya don't know Spanish) of Boredom, Torture and Stuffy Teachers. Tune in next time to see if Bulma's parents ground her until the end of time. Also the rest of the gang is introduced and a problem arises! Well, it might, if I can think of one. Don't forget to review! Adios!!