The Official Fanfiction University Of DragonBall Z
Disclaimer: This is based loosely on Camilla Sandman's fiction 'The Official Fanfiction University Of Middle-Earth with her permission. I do not own any DragonBall Z characters mentioned in this fic.
A/N: Bura-Chan: I am aware DragonBall Z is an anime, being the fan I am. However, Nadia does not. She is shallow and, as stated in the first chapter, writes Mary-Sue's and nothing but (not that I have anything against Mary-Sue's). I don't think she'd know the difference between a cartoon and an anime therefore it wouldn't make sense for her to say 'Holy shit! I'm an anime character!'. Where I write 'cartoonised' I write that because I think 'animeised' sounds like something my dog would eat. Glad to get that cleared up.
Chapter 3
"Can all recruits with surnames from Abeit to Graham please stay here, and recruits with surnames from Kay to Vekla follow me." A young man with dark hair and a blue uniform with 'OFUD' printed across the back of his shirt called out. Millions of teenage girls and a crowd of boys followed the man around the corner of the University, all dressed in pyjamas and cartoonised. I looked around at the people sitting on the grass and the edge of the fountain also wearing nightgowns and pyjamas, talking lazily.
"Hey, I'm Mrs.Briefs and I'll be your guide for today." The blonde woman appeared in front of us, her eyes closed, a huge smile on her face.
"Wow, this is the best dream I've had for a long time." Someone near the fountain said out-loud.
"Can you please pick up your cases and follow me. Thank you." She said, smiling. Everyone stood up and picked up their cases, following Mrs.Briefs into the University through a small door.
"Excuse me…um…Mrs.Briefs, why aren't we using that huge door over there? I assumed that was the entrance…" A girl with short black hair asked.
"Oh no, that door is for visitors only. Students will use this door and only this door. Come on." She said in her happy voice, walking through the door. All students followed her in a huge crowds, each making 'Ooo's and 'Ahh's. The building was massive; you had to crane your neck as far back as it would go just to see the roof. Four staircases made of mahogany went up, each reaching a different level. Mrs.Briefs stood in the middle of where each staircase met, "Here, are the four main staircases to the University. There are other smaller ones dotted around each level. However, only three of these staircases are accessible to you and I cannot stress how much you must not use this one." Mrs Briefs pointed to the staircase behind her. "The University will not accept any excuses, as you can clearly tell the difference as this staircase has a red carpet, as opposed to the others which have green. Any questions?"
"What if we're colour-blind?" A young boy asked.
"Are you?" Mrs.Briefs asked.
"Ummm…no." The boy said, sitting on his case.
"Good. Any more questions?"
"What's up that one then?" A boy with ginger hair and freckles, dressed in some spider-man pyjamas, asked.
"It doesn't matter. Just know it is off limits. Now, this staircase leads to the classes, except gym, which is on this level, up the corridor, and to the left. The second staircase leads to the dining hall where you will have breakfast at precisely 7:00am, lunch at 12:30pm and dinner at 5:45pm. The third staircase will lead to your dorms, and as you are the first half of the alphabet your dorms are on the right. Please do not get the staircases mixed up. The class staircase has a large number '1' on the carpet, the dining hall and kitchen staircase has a large number '2' on the carpet, and the dorm staircase has a large number '9' on the carpet; although I'm not sure why." Mrs.Briefs stated rapidly, and some students had taken out pads and started taking notes.
"Excuse me, Mrs.Briefs, when we will find out what classes we're taking?" A girl with two blonde plaits and large, blue eyes asked.
"Ah yes, you have this day free to sort out your dorms, clothes and things. They'll be a short assembly, and when you return to your rooms a timetable with your name on will be in your room's mailbox. Lights out at precisely 10:15pm, no exceptions. Any questions?"
"Do we have to share rooms?" A boy with light brown hair asked, his eyes looked drowsy.
"Yes, two to a room. And no, you can't choose who you share with. All right, a number will be attached to your suitcase. That's your dorm room. Please proceed in an orderly fashion to your room and you will be called for assembly later, which is being held in the gym. Bye." And with that, Mrs.Briefs disappeared just as she had appeared. A chorus of numbers went along the students as they ran up the staircase marked '9' and looked for their number.
"Number 14." Nadia muttered, padding up the stairs, trying to avoid getting crushed by the hoards of students. Doors were opening and slamming shut as she searched for her room. "Number 12, number 14." She said opening the door and screamed.
"Vegeta or Kakkorrot?" A dark voice demanded, a letter opener poised in the shadows clenched fist.
"E-e-excuse me?" Nadia stuttered, her eyes narrowing at the letter-opener.
"I said, Vegeta or Kakkorrot!?" The voice came again, more menacing.
"Uh…Vegeta?" Nadia stated, hoping her attacker felt the same.
"Hey! I'm Yoli, your room-mate!" The dark voice switched to bubbly happiness as she laid the letter-opener on a nearby desk. Yoli had shoulder-length red hair, and bright green eyes. She was wearing jeans and a tight fitting, purple T-shirt.
"Um…hi, I'm Nadia." Nadia greeted her somewhat freaky roommate. She looked around the room, spotting two single beds on either side of the room with two pillows and a duvet on each. The wall by one of the beds were covered in Vegeta posters, all laminated, not an inch of white plaster showing through. Clothes were occupying the wardrobe on that side, whilst the wardrobe on the other remained empty. A pine desk was in a corner of the room, a laptop sat atop it, and a blue chair was pushed underneath the desk. A full en-suite bathroom was adjoined to the bedroom, with chrome taps and showerhead, a fibreglass bathtub and a porcelain sink. Nadia gasped at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were large and black, and her hair was long and spiky as it cascaded down her back. She had the trademark squiggly lines under her eyes, as she'd expected. She'd have to get used to herself and everyone else like this.
"Pretty impressive, huh? Wow, you have no idea how glad I am you're not a Kakkorrot fan. We're lucky, the room next-door haven't stopped fighting since they got here. They're Gohan-Trunks girls, and its not pretty." Yoli went on, ducking as a bar of soap fell off the shower as the girls next door threw each other against the wall.
"Shouldn't someone do something? They'll kill each other!" Nadia shouted above the noise.
"You think that's bad? You haven't seen the Kakkorrot-Vegeta clichés. In fact, I'm on my way to cook up a plan for those Kakkorrot losers. You coming?" Yoli asked.
"Sure." Nadia said, looking around the room. "Just let me get changed first."