Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over Dragonball Z or any characters from that anime or manga. I do however own Miss Anna, Oozaru Angel (who appears in this fic as a younger, more immature version of me who I have christened Lil' Oozaru) and the Mini-Janemba's. Soulfire is a product of Ash The Wanderer, however he's letting me borrow him. Miss Cam owns the concept of a university dedicated to saving a fandom however she is allowing me to borrow it as well.
Such nice and slightly threatening people.
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Learning Through Small, Round, Yellow Blobs.
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Goku shifted nervously in his seat and leant to the side in order to talk to Krillen, "Where is she? She's late!"
Krillen frowned, "I don't know, Trunks said he saw her last night, but I never did!"
Goku bit his lip, "I think Vegeta's in on it, whatever it is she's doing. He wouldn't tell me though, just said I'd like it a lot. Something about that stupid Kaka-chan name. "
Suddenly the doors at the back of the hall swung open, causing everyone in the hall to turn to them. Standing in the doorway was a young woman wearing a long black skirt, a white Oxford shirt and a grey cloak. She looked around at the students, made a note in the blue clipboard she had in her arms before striding down the space in between the seats looking as if she owned the place. She walked onto the stage, nodded and smiled at Vegeta, before taking her place in front of the microphone.
"Welcome, students to the Z Senshi's Institution for Fanfiction Authors. I apologise for being late and not being here to greet you when you first arrived. I was busy with both prior engagements and a special gift I have for the school.
"I am Miss Anna, the school's course coordinator. I will act as a mediator between staff and students as well as a substitute teacher. I am also in charge of discipline." Miss Anna smiled at all the whispering that this comment caused, "I was once a student myself, so I understand the compulsion to talk whilst a teacher is talking. However," Miss Anna's smile disappeared here, "That does not mean I will tolerate it. If anyone is still talking by the time I count to three, there will be trouble."
And make it double!
"No Pokemon references please, Soulfire." Miss Anna said, addressing the sword at her side. She looked about the room and saw one girl whispering to her friend next to her. She consulted her clipboard and smiled, "Miss Orealie?" The girl in question, who was indeed Orealie, looked up in shock, "Could you come up here? Thank you, dear."
Orealie joined Miss Anna on stage and decided this may not be the best time to chance a stampede and desperately avoided looking at the canon characters behind her. Piccolo grinned. Miss Anna smiled reassuringly at her before turning back towards the rest of the students, "Since Miss Orealie deemed my speech to be so unimportant, she shall be the example as to what the main disciplinary punishment that shall take place in this school." Miss Anna blew on a whistle that she kept around her neck.
At first nothing happened. Then students at the back of the room heard the sound of something bouncing and a chanting noise. Soon all the hall could hear it and could tell what it was they were chanting as well.
"Janemba! Janemba!"
Mini-Janemba's bounced up and down as they made their way down to the stage. One seemed to be leading the others, and had red eyes. It was this one the jumped onto the stage beside Miss Anna.
"Students, I would like you all to meet the Mini-Janemba's! This one here is named Veggie-chan."
"You named them?" One student called out from the front row, one Janemba was heading over to her and starting to worry her.
"Yes, Saiyancrazy! That one in particular just in front of you is named Radi-chan."
Vegeta walked back up to the front of the stage smirking evilly, "For every stupid nickname you people have given us, a Mini-Janemba has been created to help teach you to not do so…"
There was some worried murmuring around the hall at this point, probably certain people worrying about nicknames THEY'D created. Miss Anna decided to let it go this time.
"What… What do they do?" Orealie asked, nervously.
Miss Anna smiled, "They get as creative as you guys."
Veggie-chan cackled and suddenly a fist came out of thin air behind Orealie pushing her towards the Mini-Janemba.
"AHRG- oof!"
The Mini-Janemba's bounced off out of the hall, excited about getting to play with their new friend, Radi-chan a little behind the rest not being eager to leave Saiyancrazy who was currently being comforted by her friends.
Miss Anna smiled at the remaining students, "You are dismissed. Your revised schedules are waiting in your dorms. Classes begin tomorrow, so remember to get up nice and early!"
If you don't, "Veggie-chan" will come wake you up!
"Ah, a fangirl fantasy turned nightmare. Nice idea, Soulfire."
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"Isn't corporeal punishment illegal?" Oozaru asked, 'Those… thingies, must just be to scare us."
"I don't know, Oozaru," Kataan said, "Did you see how it carried Orealie off? It practically swallowed her!"
"The only difference between being swallowed and being whatever-it-did-to-that-girl is that you usually swallow through your mouth." Said a voice behind them.
Oozaru raised an eyebrow, "And you would be?"
The boy was actually rather handsome, but this wasn't what caused the girls to stare at him. That may have had something to do with the three-piece suit he was wearing and the bowler hat. Oh, and the white tail.
"Gary Stu." One student muttered as he walked past.
Golden Lockheart nodded seriously, " I am Golden Lockheart! And this here is my muse Clegg. He is confused. It is very entertaining."
Clegg looked around frowning, "I don't want to be here. Why am I here? I'm not supposed to be in a giant castle with blobby fat things that eat teenage girls. Why am I here?"
Oozaru sighed, "AND it turns out that schedule we had wasn't even the real one… I wanted sword training…"
"You'll live." Kataan answered, "You guys got to be freakin' SAIYANS! I shouldn't have put human down on my form."
"I don't know," Oozaru said, "I've actually got a bad feeling about this. Besides, I don't feel any different. Well, unless you count the tail. That's pretty cool."
Kataan eyed the brown tail before grabbing it and yanking hard.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!!!!!" Oozaru fell to the ground twitching in pain, "Oh, god that hurts so much…"
HMH nudged her with his foot, "Multiple explanation points are the sign of a diseased mind. Get up, it can't be that bad."
"It is."
Lockheart nodded, "It really is. I don't know how on Earth Vegeta and Nappa changed that."
Oozaru finally stood up again, "Goku did in Dragonball. He said he trained it not to hurt anymore. I may have to ask him to teach me."
"He also said it was really hard though," Kataan added.
"You can not comprehend how much that hurts though. Anything would be worth it."
HMH frowned thoughtfully, "The only way I can think of would be to train yourself to be indifferent to the pain. So, the training must be REALLY painful."
Oozaru whimpered pitifully. Kataan rolled her eyes and grabbed her arm, "Come on, let's go check out the schedules."
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Miss Anna strode towards the staff building, making sure her cloak billowed properly. An OFU course co-ordinator wearing a cloak that did not billow appropriately? The idea was unheard of! Thus, Miss Anna's cloak billowed well and good, making sure that the sight intimidated any students.
The second she passed through the doors, however, and was completely confident that no student could see her she relaxed. Her shoulders slumped and she tilted her head back, "Was I really like those girls?" She muttered rhetorically, nethertheless she got an answer.
No, you were probably much worse!
"Shut up, Soulfire."
Mirai Trunks ran into the building and past Miss Anna, "Those girls stampeded me in the halls! They all just jumped me at once and started screaming about healing my wounds and helping me fight against the androids!"
"Did you get any names?" Miss Anna called after him, but to no avail.
Or their license plates?
Miss Anna heard footsteps coming towards her and immediately stiffened and stood up straight. It was Son Goku and Prince Vegeta, the first canons she had ever approached in person. Such nice, understanding men. Especially once she had showed them your average Bulma/Vegeta romance or a slash fic. Then they'd become very obliging, understandably. Afterwards, ChiChi had insisted that the staff have a separate building for their living quarters. She had probably been shown the few pieces of Goku/Mary Sue fanfiction.
"Hey, Anna! Good job, a few of those girls looked really scared!" Goku grinned, the once kind and forgiving man had read many fanfics. Including the slash. While even that could only stamp down on his personality so much, he was feeling the need for vengeance just as much as anyone else.
Vegeta scowled, "Didn't you say our anime was an action one? Why are so many of the students female?" That morning after training he had been about to come in for breakfast when a group of said girls had supposedly attacked him. Miss Anna had her doubts about the attacking part, but supposed it was reasonable to compare attacking to several fangirls attempting to glomp their lust object.
It was really was amazing what flaring your ki could do for your personal space.
"Because most of them are in love with you and your son, Vegeta." Miss Anna replied tiredly, "Or rather, they think they are. I'm hoping that after a few lessons they may rethink their views."
"It's disgusting," King Vegeta scowled, walking into the room. Miss Anna felt a twinge of jealousy at his prowess at cloak billowing. "All those fanfics about my son and his mate… Do these girls have no concept of modesty?"
"They'd probably have to ask you for a definition, Your Majesty," Miss Anna replied, "However, if it makes you feel better, you will be taking the first class tomorrow."
King Vegeta grinned, "Ah, yes. Saiyan Culture 101."
"Followed by our own class on battle," the younger Vegeta said slyly to Goku who grinned back.
"All those kids who think that a power level of one hundred million is easily attainable for a saiyan…" Goku grinned dreamily,
"Not to mention the ones who think that a real battle between true warriors takes all of five minutes…" Vegeta scowled.
Miss Anna smiled at the saiyans and left the hall, she had work to do with the Mini-Janembas.
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Yes, classes start next chapter… Finally. As does Golden Lockheart's starring scene that only he and HMH know about and if they tell anyone else they shall both be eaten alive by the Mini-Janembas. By the way, you like them and Miss Anna? All the other good OFUs have really good weapons of mass destruction… And Miss Cam said I'm only allowed to keep writing if I follow the "Learning Through Pain" rule. Well, that wasn't her exact wording. But still.
I've realized something about my character in this story. I'm still young and I'm changing and maturing every day. This is a reason against me writing a character that's me in a fic where time has passed much slower. Thus, the Oozaru Angel who has been enrolled in ZIFA is going to stay as I was when I started writing this story. As I've matured a lot since then, she's essentially going to be a younger, less mature version of me. She's also going to be your typical fanfic writer providing lots of chances for… Education. Thus, I christen her Lil' Oozaru in my mind.
Also, looking over previous chapters, I'm not hugely happy with the fic. It's ok, but my writing has (hopefully) improved since I've started this. I have rewritten parts of it and taken out some stuff that was just sucky. People may notice that chapter four is missing. Chapter Four was silly, do not mourn for it. So (again, hopefully) the fic will improve a lot more. And just so you know, students will suffer. A lot. Painfully. King Vegeta shall be enjoying himself immensely. Students who get silly on the application forms shall pay for it.
However, it's all in the name of education. So that's all right, isn't it?