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: Yo peoples! How be everyone? Yo, S'rac, who's ya fave DBZ character?  Oh yeah, even though ma MSN keeps screwing up *grumbles* you can still email me ^_^ I don't mind!

Quorky: Why do you insist on constantly torturing me with your inconsistent ramblings of how lonely you are?

I never said I was lonely, so nerr! Evil monkey!

Quorky: I'm not evil, just well educated :p

My God, you are so egotistical *gasps* Quorky, stop infecting me with your braininess!

Quorky: Infected…sounds about right for you…

            "Uh…I can't read…" Nadia said, as she stood in the middle of the staff room.

            "Nonsense, you read beautifully! I'm sure this story will be thrilling!" Piccolo smirked from the corner of the room.

            "In more ways than one." Nadia muttered.

            "What are we doing here?" Vegeta demanded impatiently.

            "Piccolo said they've been writing romance stories about us. How sweet." Bulma cooed.

            "Hmph. Romance is not 'sweet'." Vegeta muttered, pissed that he was missing training, or sparring, or training for sparring,

            "Uh…well, this is called 'The Mating Ritual'." Nadia gulped as Bulma and Vegeta raised their eyebrows.

            "Wait!" Yoli interrupted. "I am not gonna read this out! Two half Saiyans are not going Super on my arse!"

            "Yeah, and Krillan may be bald…"

            "And impotent." Piccolo grinned.

            "Piccolo!" Krillan whined. "You promised!"

            "Woo, I was right!" DA cheered.

            "Excuse me?" Krillan asked.

            "I think I want to hear this." Vegeta glared at Nadia.

            "Heh, no ya don't." Nadia giggled.

            "Yes, we do." Mirai Trunks stood up.

            "I think you'll be interested in her paper, Trunks." Piccolo pointed to Yoli.

            "Hey Gohan, wanna see my sword? Trunks asked his long-time friend, the sexual tension finally getting to him.' Sexual tension?" Mirai Trunks demanded, after reading out the paper.

            "Let me…oh dear Dende, no." Gohan looked like he was going to vomit.

            "Yoli, how could you use the 'sword' line?" Nadia asked.

            "'Onna, I want you. I need you.' Brat!" Vegeta roared, shaking with rage.

            "Hey, Vegeta, she wasn't too far from the truth then." Bulma laughed.

            "Onna, I did not beg you!" Vegeta roared.

            "'Don't worry, Krillan, I understand. You're not physically up to the challenge, I just can't help feeling it's my fault.'" Eighteen's voice got gradually louder with each word from anger. "Krillan's 'problem' is not my fault!"

            "Hey guys, it was just a little lemon…" Yoli said, backing to the door.

            "I was being imaginative, like Piccolo told us to!" DA sent Piccolo a glare as she backed up with Yoli.

            "Hey, Bulma said I wasn't too far off." Nadia beamed proudly. "Huh? Guys, wait!" She wailed as the door opened and the two girls ran for their lives, Nadia not far behind.

            "You perverts!" Bulma shrieked as they all followed the three students, Piccolo standing back and laughing.

            "I would never use that pick-up line!" Mirai Trunks shouted.

            "I did not beg her!" Vegeta added.

            "It's not my fault!" Eighteen roared.

            "Quick, in here!" Nadia said breathlessly, flinging open her dorm room door and bundling inside.

            "Phew." Yoli panted, slamming the door behind her and proceeding to pile wardrobes and desks up against it.

            "Guys, how did we manage to out-run three Super Saiyans, an android, the strongest human in the world and a weirdo that can't cook?" DA asked.

            "No idea." Nadia breathed.

            "Hey, this is OFUD, anything could happen." Yoli commented, pushing a bed up against the door.

~*~

            "Ha, found you!" J'dee yelled triumphantly from where she was sat on the large figure below her.

            "Whats the meaning of this?" The black blob asked.

            "I wanna know why I have your jacket instead of Yamcha's!"

            "My jacket! I've been looking for it everywhere! Vegeta said…" Mr Popo began.

            "Grrr. That stupid Saiyan! Coming between me and Yamcha's coat!" J'dee growled.

            "Uh…can I have my coat back?"

            "Yes, take it!"

            "Uh…can you get off me, please?" Mr Popo asked.

            "Not until you tell me what the 'B' stands for." J'dee grinned.

            "'B'?" Mr Popo asked in confusion.

            "Yes, on the tag it says 'Mr B. Popo." J'dee said.

            "Oh 'B' is for…for…Bill, yes Bill." Mr Popo said, sounding happy with himself.

            "Do I look stupid? Wait…don't answer that. Really, what is it?" J'dee inquired.

            "It took Dende longer than this to get it out of me." Mr Popo sighed.

            "Aw, thanks!"

            "Its Burdïohemperluckishfeughroud."

            "Pardon?" J'dee blinked a couple of times.

            "Burdïohemperluckishfeughroud."

            "Your name is Bur…Bur…uh, what you just said Popo?"

            "Yes, Mr Burdïohemperluckishfeughroud Popo." Mr Popo sighed.

            "Hahahahahahahahaha! How the hell do you manage to say that, let alone spell it?" J'dee burst into fits of laughter.

            "Years of practice." Mr Popo shook his head sadly.

            "Awwww, poor Mr Popo." J'dee said sympathetically before promptly bursting into laughter.

            "Stop laughing." Mr Popo said sourly.

            "Aw, I'm sorry Burd…Bur…how the hell do you say it?" J'dee laughed.

            "Bully." Mr Popo muttered.

A/N2: SeaStorm just sent me this URL; http://www.geocities.com/torro_chan/CellCrowHybrid.jpg

If you hate Cell, go there! It is too funny! If you're a big fan well…um…try not to let your curiosity get the better of you .