Yea! It's chapter 3! Thanks for all the reviews! You guys rock! Hope you
like this chapter!
Disclaimer: Me: Oh no! Cell: What? Me: I didn't think of anything funny to put in the disclaimer. Cell: It's not that bad. Me: *sniffle* But I always have funny disclaimers! Cell: How about this *slips on banana peel on floor* Is that good? Me: hehe no but thanks for trying. I don't own DBZ.
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Cell, Vegeta and Frieza were betting on how long this teacher would last. Cell bet 1 day, Vegeta bet 2 days and Frieza bet 3 days. Everyone else was sitting quietly. The door opens and a young man walks in.
"Hello everyone! My name is Mr. Smith!" (A/N: That's the name of my gym teacher.)
Bulma, Chi Chi and Lunch giggle.
"He's cute!"
"Yeah."
"Not as cute as Goku."
Mr. Smith walks to the desk and picks up the attendance sheet.
"Ok when I call your name say here. Cell?"
"Here."
"Bulma?"
"Here!"
"Chi Chi?"
"Here!"
"Goku?"
"Here."
"Vegeta?"
"That's Prince Vegeta and I'm here."
"Uh ok. Hmm…why are 18 and 17 crossed off? Did they move?"
"No I absorbed them."
Mr. Smith looked at Cell.
"Absorbed them?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Eh no sorry. Umm…Piccolo?"
"Here."
"Frieza?"
"Here."
"Zarbon?"
"Here."
"Dodoria?"
"Here."
"Lunch?"
"Here!"
"Krillin?"
"Here."
"Great everyone's here! Ok lets start with a spelling. I'll pick 2 people to go to the board and I'll say a word. You both have to write the word and we'll see who spells it correctly."
Everyone nodded their heads.
"Ok let's have Goku and Cell come up."
Cell and Goku walked to the board and picked up a piece of chalk.
"Ready? Ok your word is cookie."
Cell began to write.
'C O O K I E. That sounds right'
Goku began to drool.
'Mmm…cookie.'
"Goku do you know how to spell cookie?"
"Huh? Oops sorry."
Goku began writing.
'C…no it's a K O O K Y?'
Goku wrote that on the board.
"Ok time's up. Let's see…nice try Goku but cookie is spelt C O O K I E. Perfect Cell."
"Of course. Perfection would only be expected by a perfect being."
"Umm…right."
'What the hell is this kid talking about.'
***
It was time for snack time.
"Ok everyone take out your snacks."
Goku and Vegeta had the usual 5 tables and everyone else had cookies. Mr. Smith watched in amazement as Goku and Vegeta finished all 5 tables.
'Damn these kids are strange.'
Mr. Smith remembered the note the last teacher gave him. It said bring lots of aspirin. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out some Tylenol. (A/N: Tylenol, the aspirin for teachers) He popped some into his mouth. Frieza walked around the room looking for an apple.
"Does anyone have an apple?"
"Here."
Chi Chi handed Frieza an apple. Bulma and Lunch stared at the new teacher.
"It's a shame that he's going to quit like the last teacher."
"Yeah, he's so cute."
Bulma and Lunch walked over to Mr. Smith.
"Hi! What are you doing."
"Oh hi. I'm trying to figure out this problem for my little brother."
"Let me see."
"Ok but he's in 10th grade. I don't think you'll understand it."
Bulma took the paper and pencil and began writing. In seconds she was done.
"There. That was easy."
Mr. Smith stared at the paper.
'Holy shit that's right!'
He looked at the smiling Bulma.
"Thanks."
Bulma and Lunch walked away. Mr. Smith took some more Tylenol.
'This is going to be a long day.'
***
It was playtime and Vegeta and Cell were fighting over who was better.
"I'm better because I'm a prince!"
"I'm better because I'm perfect!"
"You suck!"
"You suck!"
***
Goku was so hungry that he tried eating the plastic food in the kitchen center.
"Eww this tastes like plastic!"
"That's because it is plastic monkey boy!"
Goku looked at the plastic scrambled eggs he was holding, shrugged and ate the rest.
***
"I'm better because I'm stronger!"
"I'm better because I'm the strongest!"
"I'm better!"
"I'm the best!"
"Grr…"
***
Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria were perfecting their plans to take over the classroom.
"Ok, we tie up the teacher and put him in the corner."
"Good idea."
Zarbon and Frieza walk over to the teacher.
"Can you teach us how to tie our shoes?"
Mr. Smith looked down.
"You don't have shoes."
Dodoria tied a rope around Mr. Smith and stuck the apple that Frieza got from Chi Chi in his mouth.
"Muahahahaha!"
***
Piccolo was meditating in the corner. Goku walked over with a plate full of plastic food.
"Hey Piccolo! Want some food?"
Piccolo opened an eye and shook his head.
"Goku you do know that's plastic right?"
"Uh huh."
"Then why are you eating it?"
"Because it's the closest thing to food.
***
Frieza and Zarbon dragged Mr. Smith over to Cell and Vegeta.
"I'm better so give it up already!"
"Vegeta it's so obvious I'm better."
"I'm better!"
"If we were to ask everyone in this room who was better, they would all say me."
"No they wouldn't they'd say me!"
"ME!"
***
"Hey Chi Chi, let's play dress up with Mr. Smith!"
"Yeah! Wanna come Lunch?"
"Sure!"
They walked past Vegeta and Cell, over to Mr. Smith.
"Hi!"
Mr. Smith was trying to tell them to untie him.
"Huh? I can't understand you. Oh well we're gonna play dress up with you, ok?"
"MMM!"
"I think that's a yes."
"MMMM!"
Mr. Smith shook his head, but they had already left.
'Fuck! Now I know why the last one quit.'
"I'm better!"
"I am!"
***
"You know what I've always wanted Zarbon?"
"To rule the universe?"
"Besides that."
"I don't know."
"A floating chair."
"A floating chair?"
"Yes. In fact I want one right now."
"But Lord Frieza where am I supposed to get one?"
"Make one!"
Zarbon ran over to Dodoria.
"Lord Frieza wants a floating chair."
"A floating chair?"
"Uh huh."
"Where are we supposed to get one?"
"I guess well have to carry it."
Zarbon and Dodoria grab a chair and give it to Frieza.
"It's not floating."
Zarbon and Dodoria pick up the chair.
"That's better."
Frieza jumps on top of it.
"Ohh…"
Dodoria turns to Zarbon.
"I think Lord Frieza needs to lay off the Twinkies."
"Me too."
"I heard that!"
***
Mr. Smith managed to hop away and get the rope off.
"If I hear who's better one more time I'll…"
"I'm better!"
"I'M BETTER TIMES 57819715871408519307869176189679804"
Mr. Smith felt something inside snap.
'Now I know why the note said bring something sharp.'
The sharpest thing he could find was safety scissors. He tried to cut himself with the scissors.
'Fucking safety scissors can't cut for crap!'
***
Krillin was asleep on the floor. He was sleeping the whole time and no one noticed. Goku walked over to Krillin.
"Krillin?"
"…"
"KRILLIN!"
Krillin jumped up.
"What?"
"What's this?"
Goku took out a bottle of Tylenol.
"I think that's stuff you take when your head hurts."
"Oh. Can you eat it?"
"Yes but…"
Goku ate what was left of the pills.
***
Mr. Smith was looking for his Tylenol.
"WHERE IS IT!"
He threw everything out of the way.
"IT'S GONE! NO!!"
Everyone looked at Mr. Smith. He ran out of the classroom screaming.
"Looks like I won the bet. I'll be expecting my brownies tomorrow."
The bell rang. Everyone walked out the door except Goku who was wobbling.
"I feel so dizzy. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all those pills…"
***
Woot! Crazy kids, huh? Did you like it? Please review! Thanks! *gives thumbs up* C ya next time!
Disclaimer: Me: Oh no! Cell: What? Me: I didn't think of anything funny to put in the disclaimer. Cell: It's not that bad. Me: *sniffle* But I always have funny disclaimers! Cell: How about this *slips on banana peel on floor* Is that good? Me: hehe no but thanks for trying. I don't own DBZ.
***
Cell, Vegeta and Frieza were betting on how long this teacher would last. Cell bet 1 day, Vegeta bet 2 days and Frieza bet 3 days. Everyone else was sitting quietly. The door opens and a young man walks in.
"Hello everyone! My name is Mr. Smith!" (A/N: That's the name of my gym teacher.)
Bulma, Chi Chi and Lunch giggle.
"He's cute!"
"Yeah."
"Not as cute as Goku."
Mr. Smith walks to the desk and picks up the attendance sheet.
"Ok when I call your name say here. Cell?"
"Here."
"Bulma?"
"Here!"
"Chi Chi?"
"Here!"
"Goku?"
"Here."
"Vegeta?"
"That's Prince Vegeta and I'm here."
"Uh ok. Hmm…why are 18 and 17 crossed off? Did they move?"
"No I absorbed them."
Mr. Smith looked at Cell.
"Absorbed them?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Eh no sorry. Umm…Piccolo?"
"Here."
"Frieza?"
"Here."
"Zarbon?"
"Here."
"Dodoria?"
"Here."
"Lunch?"
"Here!"
"Krillin?"
"Here."
"Great everyone's here! Ok lets start with a spelling. I'll pick 2 people to go to the board and I'll say a word. You both have to write the word and we'll see who spells it correctly."
Everyone nodded their heads.
"Ok let's have Goku and Cell come up."
Cell and Goku walked to the board and picked up a piece of chalk.
"Ready? Ok your word is cookie."
Cell began to write.
'C O O K I E. That sounds right'
Goku began to drool.
'Mmm…cookie.'
"Goku do you know how to spell cookie?"
"Huh? Oops sorry."
Goku began writing.
'C…no it's a K O O K Y?'
Goku wrote that on the board.
"Ok time's up. Let's see…nice try Goku but cookie is spelt C O O K I E. Perfect Cell."
"Of course. Perfection would only be expected by a perfect being."
"Umm…right."
'What the hell is this kid talking about.'
***
It was time for snack time.
"Ok everyone take out your snacks."
Goku and Vegeta had the usual 5 tables and everyone else had cookies. Mr. Smith watched in amazement as Goku and Vegeta finished all 5 tables.
'Damn these kids are strange.'
Mr. Smith remembered the note the last teacher gave him. It said bring lots of aspirin. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out some Tylenol. (A/N: Tylenol, the aspirin for teachers) He popped some into his mouth. Frieza walked around the room looking for an apple.
"Does anyone have an apple?"
"Here."
Chi Chi handed Frieza an apple. Bulma and Lunch stared at the new teacher.
"It's a shame that he's going to quit like the last teacher."
"Yeah, he's so cute."
Bulma and Lunch walked over to Mr. Smith.
"Hi! What are you doing."
"Oh hi. I'm trying to figure out this problem for my little brother."
"Let me see."
"Ok but he's in 10th grade. I don't think you'll understand it."
Bulma took the paper and pencil and began writing. In seconds she was done.
"There. That was easy."
Mr. Smith stared at the paper.
'Holy shit that's right!'
He looked at the smiling Bulma.
"Thanks."
Bulma and Lunch walked away. Mr. Smith took some more Tylenol.
'This is going to be a long day.'
***
It was playtime and Vegeta and Cell were fighting over who was better.
"I'm better because I'm a prince!"
"I'm better because I'm perfect!"
"You suck!"
"You suck!"
***
Goku was so hungry that he tried eating the plastic food in the kitchen center.
"Eww this tastes like plastic!"
"That's because it is plastic monkey boy!"
Goku looked at the plastic scrambled eggs he was holding, shrugged and ate the rest.
***
"I'm better because I'm stronger!"
"I'm better because I'm the strongest!"
"I'm better!"
"I'm the best!"
"Grr…"
***
Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria were perfecting their plans to take over the classroom.
"Ok, we tie up the teacher and put him in the corner."
"Good idea."
Zarbon and Frieza walk over to the teacher.
"Can you teach us how to tie our shoes?"
Mr. Smith looked down.
"You don't have shoes."
Dodoria tied a rope around Mr. Smith and stuck the apple that Frieza got from Chi Chi in his mouth.
"Muahahahaha!"
***
Piccolo was meditating in the corner. Goku walked over with a plate full of plastic food.
"Hey Piccolo! Want some food?"
Piccolo opened an eye and shook his head.
"Goku you do know that's plastic right?"
"Uh huh."
"Then why are you eating it?"
"Because it's the closest thing to food.
***
Frieza and Zarbon dragged Mr. Smith over to Cell and Vegeta.
"I'm better so give it up already!"
"Vegeta it's so obvious I'm better."
"I'm better!"
"If we were to ask everyone in this room who was better, they would all say me."
"No they wouldn't they'd say me!"
"ME!"
***
"Hey Chi Chi, let's play dress up with Mr. Smith!"
"Yeah! Wanna come Lunch?"
"Sure!"
They walked past Vegeta and Cell, over to Mr. Smith.
"Hi!"
Mr. Smith was trying to tell them to untie him.
"Huh? I can't understand you. Oh well we're gonna play dress up with you, ok?"
"MMM!"
"I think that's a yes."
"MMMM!"
Mr. Smith shook his head, but they had already left.
'Fuck! Now I know why the last one quit.'
"I'm better!"
"I am!"
***
"You know what I've always wanted Zarbon?"
"To rule the universe?"
"Besides that."
"I don't know."
"A floating chair."
"A floating chair?"
"Yes. In fact I want one right now."
"But Lord Frieza where am I supposed to get one?"
"Make one!"
Zarbon ran over to Dodoria.
"Lord Frieza wants a floating chair."
"A floating chair?"
"Uh huh."
"Where are we supposed to get one?"
"I guess well have to carry it."
Zarbon and Dodoria grab a chair and give it to Frieza.
"It's not floating."
Zarbon and Dodoria pick up the chair.
"That's better."
Frieza jumps on top of it.
"Ohh…"
Dodoria turns to Zarbon.
"I think Lord Frieza needs to lay off the Twinkies."
"Me too."
"I heard that!"
***
Mr. Smith managed to hop away and get the rope off.
"If I hear who's better one more time I'll…"
"I'm better!"
"I'M BETTER TIMES 57819715871408519307869176189679804"
Mr. Smith felt something inside snap.
'Now I know why the note said bring something sharp.'
The sharpest thing he could find was safety scissors. He tried to cut himself with the scissors.
'Fucking safety scissors can't cut for crap!'
***
Krillin was asleep on the floor. He was sleeping the whole time and no one noticed. Goku walked over to Krillin.
"Krillin?"
"…"
"KRILLIN!"
Krillin jumped up.
"What?"
"What's this?"
Goku took out a bottle of Tylenol.
"I think that's stuff you take when your head hurts."
"Oh. Can you eat it?"
"Yes but…"
Goku ate what was left of the pills.
***
Mr. Smith was looking for his Tylenol.
"WHERE IS IT!"
He threw everything out of the way.
"IT'S GONE! NO!!"
Everyone looked at Mr. Smith. He ran out of the classroom screaming.
"Looks like I won the bet. I'll be expecting my brownies tomorrow."
The bell rang. Everyone walked out the door except Goku who was wobbling.
"I feel so dizzy. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all those pills…"
***
Woot! Crazy kids, huh? Did you like it? Please review! Thanks! *gives thumbs up* C ya next time!