Disclaimer: Garon: So...what's going to happen?
Jedd: You get your ass whipped in the tournament.
Garon: WHAT?!
Jedd: Hehehe!
Arak: *Sigh* Jedd owns trihawks, but not DBZ.
Garon: Get back here you!!"
**
DBOA Chapter 8 School Blues
**
"I still don't see why I have to go to school, but you don't!" Garon muttered.
"It's because I've already graduated from school, you two haven't." Jedd laughed.
Arak sighed, "Me and my big mouth..."
Garon snorted, "Yeah. Damn, I'm in the DBZ world, a saiyan, got all this power...AND I'M STUCK GOING TO SCHOOL!!"
"And you almost had to get trained by Hercule! That would have been priceless!" Jedd grinned.
"Fuck you!"
"Cute girls!"
"You wish you could get some!"
"Don't you?"
"Yeah...umm..." Garon stuttered....
"I win again." Jedd grinned.
Arak blinked, "Won what?"
"Countering contest. He sucks at it."
"BULL!" Garon yelled.
"HEAD!!"
"No, BullCrap-"
Then together, "But still!!"
Arak stared, "You two are hopeless!"
Jedd looked at her, "It took you this long to find out? You're hopeless!"
"HEY!"
Garon groaned, "Now you see what I have to put up with?"
"Hey, you be nice or else I'll go trihawk on your ass!"
"Any time you're ready!"
"I'm not ready, I'm Jedd!"
"DAMN IT!!!"
"I win again!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"Didn't we already do this?"
Garon simply screamed as Arak groaned and Jedd laughed.
**
Jedd sat in the tree, looking down at the jacket he wore. For years he had always worn a jacket because he was always cold, but now he wore one to hide his wings. Those wing blades were extremely dangerous, even when retracted to a mere inch.
And with the thoughts of his wings come the thoughts of that dream he had. He knew it was more than a mere dream...
**
It was dark, completely dark. "Where...am I?"
"You're here."
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I'm me, and I'm here too!"
"You're not making any sense, you remind me of me...."
"That's because I learned from you."
"That'd make sense, but who are you?"
"Jayla."
"Oh....hi. What do you want?"
"To help you, I guess."
"You know what's going on, don't you? What happened back there?!"
"Yes, you're an empath, Jedd. You were feeling everyone's emotions unguarded."
"So that's why I was hurting and shit."
"Yes, you know the rules of an empath, so I don't need to explain those to you. But you should know you've been changed."
"I'm a...trihawk. I sliced Popo's Bitch into ribbons...I remember that."
"Yes, very bloody ribbons. Wish you could have done that to Vegeta."
"So it was your anger I felt directed at him."
"....yes..."
"Why do you hate him?"
The female voice didn't answer for a moment, "You have to go. I'll always be here, at the back of your mind. Beware Vegeta, he cares for none save himself..."
Then Jedd woke up.
**
Garon stared as the man walked in. Gohan?!?! That was his teacher?! He had to repress a chuckle as Arak caught his eye and grinned. The two were standing just inside the classroom.
"All right, class. I'd like you to meet our two new students, Garon and Arak. Please take a seat you two."
Garon and Arak each took a seat, one next to the other. As Gohan continued to talk, Garon quickly lost interest and began spacing out.
It really did suck, being back in school after all that happened. After all, how was he supposed to concentrate on schoolwork when there were so many unanswered questions. Like, how did Vegeta know about trihawks, how did he, Jedd, and Arak come into this universe, how was it that he had become a saiyan, Jedd a trihawk, while Arak was still a human, at least according to her. How did Spopovitch and Nappa come back, and what was with the J's on their head?
{ Perhaps it means they're jerk offs. }
Garon blinked, 'What in the world?'
{ It's me, Arak. I'm talking to you telepathically. }
{ How the fuck are you doing that?! }
{ Hell if I know, I just figured out I COULD do this. Kinda cool, actually. }
Garon glanced at her, { So, what's this mean? Jedd's an empath, you're a telepath, I'm a strong guy, I know this was overdone, but what's going on? Why are we here? I'm not complaining, except of course for having to go to SCHOOL! }
Arak winced at the thought jab, { I said I was sorry. And speaking of whom, what do you think Jedd is doing? }
Garon sighed softly, { Look out the window. }
Arak glanced out the window, then did a double take. There was Jedd, lying down on a tree branch, back against the tree, hands behind his head, and grinning like an idiot while listening to his headphones and CD player. Seeing Arak looking at him, he waved.
Garon thought at her, { I am so....SO going to kill the fucking bastard. }
Arak nodded, { Mind if I join you? }
**
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, school was over. Garon and Arak stayed after class because Gohan was going to drive them home, and he had something he wanted to talk to them about. Garon had no problem, after all, Gohan WAS supposed to train him.
Gohan packed up various paperwork and put them in a briefcase, "The World's Martial Arts contest is coming up again, I was wondering if you two would be interested in joining....and our little bird too." He nodded to the window, where Jedd was balancing on the window sill, "Let him in, would you, Arak?"
Arak smiled sweetly, "Sure." She walked over to the window, and opened it, "You know, birdy, it's not safe doing that, you might fall." As she said that, she calmly pushed Jedd in the chest with one finger causing him to fall.
"I said let him in, Arak, not down..."
"Oops, my mistake."
"Yeah, I bet," Jedd muttered, climbing in the window.
Gohan just laughed, "Ok, I'm taking us to my house, then out for training for the tournament."
Jedd shook his head, "Not interested in training, got other plans."
Garon's eyes narrowed, "Oh? Like what?"
Jedd's face took a serious expression, "In all honestly, I seriously doubt Gohan COULD train me. I'm only as strong as a normal human, and I all ready have my own fighting style."
Garon smirked, "Yeah, the 'get my ass whooped' style!"
Jedd grunted, "I fight with my wing blades, saiyan boy. And my empathy. Very different fighting techniques involved. And I didn't get my ass kicked by Popo's Bitch like you did with Nappa!"
"FUCK YOU!!!"
"And both of you watch you mouths," Gohan interrupted. Jedd sighed and walked over to a wall. Gohan continued, "You're in school still, so no foul language. Now then Jedd, just... what... were.... Ummm, what are you doing?"
Jedd looked back, revealing a mirror he had been watching, "You said to watch my mouth."
Everyone groaned.
**
Jedd, glaring: Ok, people. START REVIEWING!!! Especially you at RiverValley! Yeah, I know you're reading this! REVIEW! Wait, I know what it is! It's because I graduated from Mohave, isn't it! You think you're too good to review my stories because...huh? I actually got a-URK-.
Garon, who just hit Jedd from behind: Forgive him, he's an idiot. Better yet, don't.
Jedd: You get your ass whipped in the tournament.
Garon: WHAT?!
Jedd: Hehehe!
Arak: *Sigh* Jedd owns trihawks, but not DBZ.
Garon: Get back here you!!"
**
DBOA Chapter 8 School Blues
**
"I still don't see why I have to go to school, but you don't!" Garon muttered.
"It's because I've already graduated from school, you two haven't." Jedd laughed.
Arak sighed, "Me and my big mouth..."
Garon snorted, "Yeah. Damn, I'm in the DBZ world, a saiyan, got all this power...AND I'M STUCK GOING TO SCHOOL!!"
"And you almost had to get trained by Hercule! That would have been priceless!" Jedd grinned.
"Fuck you!"
"Cute girls!"
"You wish you could get some!"
"Don't you?"
"Yeah...umm..." Garon stuttered....
"I win again." Jedd grinned.
Arak blinked, "Won what?"
"Countering contest. He sucks at it."
"BULL!" Garon yelled.
"HEAD!!"
"No, BullCrap-"
Then together, "But still!!"
Arak stared, "You two are hopeless!"
Jedd looked at her, "It took you this long to find out? You're hopeless!"
"HEY!"
Garon groaned, "Now you see what I have to put up with?"
"Hey, you be nice or else I'll go trihawk on your ass!"
"Any time you're ready!"
"I'm not ready, I'm Jedd!"
"DAMN IT!!!"
"I win again!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"Didn't we already do this?"
Garon simply screamed as Arak groaned and Jedd laughed.
**
Jedd sat in the tree, looking down at the jacket he wore. For years he had always worn a jacket because he was always cold, but now he wore one to hide his wings. Those wing blades were extremely dangerous, even when retracted to a mere inch.
And with the thoughts of his wings come the thoughts of that dream he had. He knew it was more than a mere dream...
**
It was dark, completely dark. "Where...am I?"
"You're here."
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I'm me, and I'm here too!"
"You're not making any sense, you remind me of me...."
"That's because I learned from you."
"That'd make sense, but who are you?"
"Jayla."
"Oh....hi. What do you want?"
"To help you, I guess."
"You know what's going on, don't you? What happened back there?!"
"Yes, you're an empath, Jedd. You were feeling everyone's emotions unguarded."
"So that's why I was hurting and shit."
"Yes, you know the rules of an empath, so I don't need to explain those to you. But you should know you've been changed."
"I'm a...trihawk. I sliced Popo's Bitch into ribbons...I remember that."
"Yes, very bloody ribbons. Wish you could have done that to Vegeta."
"So it was your anger I felt directed at him."
"....yes..."
"Why do you hate him?"
The female voice didn't answer for a moment, "You have to go. I'll always be here, at the back of your mind. Beware Vegeta, he cares for none save himself..."
Then Jedd woke up.
**
Garon stared as the man walked in. Gohan?!?! That was his teacher?! He had to repress a chuckle as Arak caught his eye and grinned. The two were standing just inside the classroom.
"All right, class. I'd like you to meet our two new students, Garon and Arak. Please take a seat you two."
Garon and Arak each took a seat, one next to the other. As Gohan continued to talk, Garon quickly lost interest and began spacing out.
It really did suck, being back in school after all that happened. After all, how was he supposed to concentrate on schoolwork when there were so many unanswered questions. Like, how did Vegeta know about trihawks, how did he, Jedd, and Arak come into this universe, how was it that he had become a saiyan, Jedd a trihawk, while Arak was still a human, at least according to her. How did Spopovitch and Nappa come back, and what was with the J's on their head?
{ Perhaps it means they're jerk offs. }
Garon blinked, 'What in the world?'
{ It's me, Arak. I'm talking to you telepathically. }
{ How the fuck are you doing that?! }
{ Hell if I know, I just figured out I COULD do this. Kinda cool, actually. }
Garon glanced at her, { So, what's this mean? Jedd's an empath, you're a telepath, I'm a strong guy, I know this was overdone, but what's going on? Why are we here? I'm not complaining, except of course for having to go to SCHOOL! }
Arak winced at the thought jab, { I said I was sorry. And speaking of whom, what do you think Jedd is doing? }
Garon sighed softly, { Look out the window. }
Arak glanced out the window, then did a double take. There was Jedd, lying down on a tree branch, back against the tree, hands behind his head, and grinning like an idiot while listening to his headphones and CD player. Seeing Arak looking at him, he waved.
Garon thought at her, { I am so....SO going to kill the fucking bastard. }
Arak nodded, { Mind if I join you? }
**
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, school was over. Garon and Arak stayed after class because Gohan was going to drive them home, and he had something he wanted to talk to them about. Garon had no problem, after all, Gohan WAS supposed to train him.
Gohan packed up various paperwork and put them in a briefcase, "The World's Martial Arts contest is coming up again, I was wondering if you two would be interested in joining....and our little bird too." He nodded to the window, where Jedd was balancing on the window sill, "Let him in, would you, Arak?"
Arak smiled sweetly, "Sure." She walked over to the window, and opened it, "You know, birdy, it's not safe doing that, you might fall." As she said that, she calmly pushed Jedd in the chest with one finger causing him to fall.
"I said let him in, Arak, not down..."
"Oops, my mistake."
"Yeah, I bet," Jedd muttered, climbing in the window.
Gohan just laughed, "Ok, I'm taking us to my house, then out for training for the tournament."
Jedd shook his head, "Not interested in training, got other plans."
Garon's eyes narrowed, "Oh? Like what?"
Jedd's face took a serious expression, "In all honestly, I seriously doubt Gohan COULD train me. I'm only as strong as a normal human, and I all ready have my own fighting style."
Garon smirked, "Yeah, the 'get my ass whooped' style!"
Jedd grunted, "I fight with my wing blades, saiyan boy. And my empathy. Very different fighting techniques involved. And I didn't get my ass kicked by Popo's Bitch like you did with Nappa!"
"FUCK YOU!!!"
"And both of you watch you mouths," Gohan interrupted. Jedd sighed and walked over to a wall. Gohan continued, "You're in school still, so no foul language. Now then Jedd, just... what... were.... Ummm, what are you doing?"
Jedd looked back, revealing a mirror he had been watching, "You said to watch my mouth."
Everyone groaned.
**
Jedd, glaring: Ok, people. START REVIEWING!!! Especially you at RiverValley! Yeah, I know you're reading this! REVIEW! Wait, I know what it is! It's because I graduated from Mohave, isn't it! You think you're too good to review my stories because...huh? I actually got a-URK-.
Garon, who just hit Jedd from behind: Forgive him, he's an idiot. Better yet, don't.