The Official Fanfiction University Of DragonBall Z-Semester 2

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: Thanx for the reviews! Just to be clear, I meant no updates during the 17th-24th, so I will be updating until then ^_^ Lmao, and guys, is it so obvious I'm from England? I must've got like 7 emails asking me if I were/that it was cool. Hmmm, why's it so obvious? Maybe it's cos most English people are insane or depressed…mine being both O.o Don't know how I manage that, but ah well. Oh, and if I'm not talking to you on MSN, it's because it's screwing up, not because I'm ignoring you so keep trying and hopefully it'll start working again. *Kicks MSN* Anywho, on with the fic;

            "Nadia, did last night really happen?" Yoli asked her friend at breakfast.

            "Yep." Nadia grinned.

            "Oh, what was last night?" DarkAngel asked, taking a drink of orange juice.

            "Yeah, please tell!" A girl with black hair asked. She was new to the Vegeta table, as her taste for Mirai Trunks had gotten smaller whereas her tastes for the Saiyan Prince had grown.

            "Well…" Nadia began.

            "OK, well Skittles had this dog, Fluffy, but the PowerPuff Girls had eaten him and Chibi Vegeta was so upset that he…"

            "Yoli, no one gives a damn about Fluffy!" Nadia hissed.

            "Psssh, you wouldn't say that if Fluffy was here now!" Yoli stuck her tongue out at Nadia.

            "Just tell us already!" DarkAngel said.

            "Well, last night Vegeta came to our room in his boxers." Nadia grinned, watching the whole of the tables' faces fault.

            "Are you sure you're not mistaking this with a dream, or a fanfiction you've written?" A girl with blonde hair asked.

            "Nope. He was sleepwalking, and we went to see what was wrong. He was whimpering in his sleep about PowerPuff Girls." Nadia grinned as the whole table let up a chorus of 'awww's'.

            "Ack, we better get going." The blonde girl said, looking at her watch.

            "Alright!" Yoli cheered, happy about going to class for once. The reason was because Vegeta taught it, and the students in there were all female and all on the Vegeta table, save Dark Angel and a girl with black hair as they were only in their first semester.

~*~

            "Can any of you pathetic excuses for the next generation tell me what we're going to be doing in this class? The big hint is, this class is called 'Analysing Character Emotions In Your Fiction'." Vegeta sneered. "You. Short brat." Vegeta pointed at Yoli.

            "Heehee, Skittles said analysing…muwhahahaha, anal…heehee." Yoli snickered.

            "And that, kids, is why drugs are bad." Nadia joked.

            "Concentrate!" Vegeta thumped his fist onto his desk, causing it to break.

            "Uh…we're going to be analysing character emotions in our fiction?" A girl offered.

            "Correct." Vegeta barked, causing the girl to grin widely. "Not that it was hard, I'm surprised a weakling like you even got it right. Now, hands up who has created an original character fiction before." Vegeta blinked as every hand shot up in the room. "Going around the class, we will see the various titles and characters you humans have come up with. You, start."

            "The title was 'Another Boring Day…NOT!' and instead of a character in the DragonBall Z world, it was set in our world where DragonBall Z characters visited us." Jeril explained, grinning as various shouts and cheers came from the students who had read her fic.

            "My title was 'Give Me One Good Reason' and my character was a female Saiyan who fell in love with one of the Z fighters." The girl said evasively.

            "Which Z fighter?" Vegeta demanded.

            "Uh…you…"

            "Let me guess, she was intelligent, pretty, funny, strong, possibly used to be evil, bad tempered with a short fuse?" Vegeta smirked.

            "Wow, does he realise he practically described himself?" Nadia whispered to Yoli.

            "Uh…yeah, you read my fic?" The girl asked, confused.

            "No." Vegeta replied curtly. "Let's see how I know, shall we? How many people in here have written a fiction similar, if not identical, to this girls here?" Vegeta smirked as the majority of hands went up.

            "What's wrong with that? We all like reading these type of fictions, right?" Nadia voiced her opinion.

            "You!" Vegeta said, as if it pained him to see her. "Everything is wrong with pairing me up with a baka you humans have created in the tiny space between your ears!" Vegeta spat. "This is not the concern, however, the concern is keeping your character…in-character, whether its an original or not."

            "But we do keep our characters in-character!" Yoli insisted.

            "Yeah right, you wish." Vegeta scoffed. "OK, hands up again. No, not now, when I've asked the damn question!" Vegeta sighed in exasperation. "Who in here have had their emotionally strong female character cry over something pitiful, such as someone calling her names and the like?"

            "Maybe they were really, really bad names, like slut or dickhead!" A girl offered.

            "Shut up and sit down, dickhead." Vegeta smirked. "See, you didn't cry. Now, hands up…wait for the damn question! Hands up those who have made a character like the Namek or…myself cry in or out of public." Vegeta growled as every hand shot up.

            "But Veggie, you're so cute when you cry!" A girl cooed.

            "Yeah, plus we girls find it easier to get you into the sack if you show some vulnerability." Yoli smirked.

            "Aw Veggie, we know you have a soft side. We heard all about the PowerPuff Girls incident."

            "PowerPuff Girls? What?" Vegeta demanded, looking at the room full of teenage girls.

            "Awwww, he's shy." Nadia smiled.

            "Awwww." The rest of the class chanted.

            "Stop it!" Vegeta demanded, yet the class kept 'aww'ing. "Stop right now!" Vegeta covered his ears.

            "See, you do have a sensitive side." Nadia grinned.

            "Wow. He's hot, dangerous, evil and sensitive. My God am I in love." Yoli stared at Vegeta dreamily.

            "I am not sensitive!" Vegeta insisted.

            "He's so dreamy!" A girl cooed.

            "So, so fine!" Another said longingly.

            "And chivalrous."

            "What?! I am not sensitive!" Vegeta's voice grew louder and angrier. "I am not dreamy! I am especially not chivalrous and I am so not fine!" Vegeta raged, and then re-thought his speech. "Well, I am pretty hot…"

            "So true, Skittles, so true!" Yoli yelled.

            "Ahhhh!" Vegeta roared, knowing he had to face his biggest enemy yet- hormonal, teenage girls.

~*~

            "You stole a Mirai Trunks fan!" The girl spat, her eyes gleaming with anger.

            "What? The Vegeta table does not steal! Wait…that didn't sound right…" Gemma, a Vegetarian, stated.

            "Either way, TRF was on our table, then joined yours! That's stealing!" Another girl joined in.

            "Hey, I can make up my own mind! I don't know what I was thinking; Vegeta is way nicer than Trunks! Trunks is merely a boy, Vegeta's a man!" TRF defended herself.

            "What have they done to her?" A Trunks fan shrieked as the whole Trunks table gasped in shock.

            "We haven't done anything! Any normal girl can see the full extent of Vegeta's incredible hotness!" Nadia argued.

            "Don't worry, Trunks table, we know what it's like. That Vegeta lot are evil, just like him! They deserve to go to HFIL!" A member of the Goku table yelled.

            "At least we dare say 'hell', you Kakkarot losers!" Yoli grinned as the Goku table gasped at her use of 'hell'. "Hell, hell, hell, helly, helly, hell, hell, hell, helly, helly, hell!" Yoli chanted.

            "They're monsters!" Another member of the Goku table yelled.

            "Ingrates!" A Trunks member yelled.

            "Ingrates? We are not!" DarkAngel yelled indignantly.

            "Vegeta's impotent!" A member of the Yamcha table called.

            "Uh oh." Members of the Chibi Trunks/Goten table uttered as DarkAngel flung a dish of bread rolls at the Yamcha table, the rest of the Vegetarians following suit.

            "Vegeta stole Bulma from our beloved Yamcha!" A Yamcha-fan accused.

            "Well he can have her back! She doesn't deserve the Prince of all Saiyans!" DarkAngel yelled, throwing a tub of special sauce at the Trunks table.

            "Noooooooooooooooo!" Yoli wailed, jumping onto the table and issuing a war cry. "This is for the special sauce!" She yelled, flinging pie at the Yamcha table. Unfortunately, her bad aim came back and it hit the Bardock table.

            "Who dares to throw pie at the Bardock shrine?" A girl screamed, throwing jelly at the Gohan table, which she assumed were the perpetrators.

            "Goddamnit, we don't like the fact she's married to Gohan either!" A girl from the Gohan table yelled to the Videl table, thinking it was them who threw the jelly. The Gohan table returned the favour, throwing ice cream at the Videl table.

            "Eeep! Come on, Nadia, this is our chance to get those Kakkarot fools!" Yoli grinned evilly, taking a big bucket of grease from the kitchen and crawling under the tables, dodging the various foods flying around.

            "Follow closely, DA." Nadia motioned.

            "Wow, my first ever OFUD food fight! Spiffy!" DA exclaimed.

            "We usually win, except for them other times when the Gohan table won. They're very aggressive." Nadia informed.

            "Owww!" Yoli yelled.

            "Yoli!" Nadia and DA exclaimed in unison.

            "It's…OK…" Yoli breathed, wiping the ice cream that had landed on her chest away. "It was my time…go on without me…show those bastards whose boss…." Yoli panted heavily.

            "Yoli, it's just ice-cream." Nadia rolled her eyes at her melodramatic friend.

            "No…strength…loosing…battle to…live…" Yoli joked, feigning dying.

            "Come on!" DA urged as the tables had now resorted to throwing…*dun dun dun*…peas!

            "Damn, this is heavy…" Yoli grunted, as she lifted the bucket, ready to throw the grease on the unsuspecting Goku fans.

            "Right, I want you all to stop this! You three, stop right there!" A loud voice ordered.

            "Woah!" Yoli uttered, as the voice made her jump, causing her to spill the grease all over the unhappy figure.

            "I'm guessing you won't believe me when I say that it's customary to throw grease onto cool and spiffy people like you in our world?" Nadia asked hopefully.

~*~

            "Kill Goku, kill Goku." The girl chanted, whilst pouring the bright pink liquid into the empty bottles Nadia had kindly donated to her. "Soon, you fool, soon." The girl cackled. "Hey, I'm getting good at this evil laughing thing!" She said cheerily.

A/N2: Oooooo, spiffy food fight there! Damn, its times like these when I wish OFUD were real, if not to just shower everyone in special sauce. Anywho, just one thing to say before ending this chapter; IT'S JUST PORN, MUM.