Krillin's High School Diaries
Chapter 4: Life in Dragon High
"Do you realize how long I waited for an answer from you?" I watched Chichi yell at a docile Goku, who kept his head down in order to not dare exchange a glance from the fierce eyes of his furious girlfriend, "What about Gohan? Do you think your infant son would like to grow up in household where his father is never around?"
"Son? Father?" I exclamatorily inquired between Goku's chastisements.
Goku leaned over and whispered to me in the same loud and obvious manner as before, "Life lesson #1, never get a girl pregnant while still in high school, it's just not worth it."
"NOT WORTH WHAT?" Chichi shouted at the top of her lungs as she rolled her sleeves up to pummel her boyfriend, "IT'S DEFINENTLY NOT WORTH A LAZY BOYFRIEND WHOSE SIXTEEN AND CANT EVEN FIND AT LEAST A DECENT MINIMUM-WAGE JOB NOR HAS EVEN COMPLETED THE NINTH GRADE!"
"Uhh, I think you better get out of here, Krillin." Goku whimpered.
I briskly nodded, "Yeah, see you later Goku!"
Dashing off from the scene, I could hear the loud, painful blows inflicted on my new friend and the harsh grunts and moans that followed, behind me. Looking on to my class program, I saw that I had Mr. Cell for Biology class next but without Goku or anyone else to help me, his classroom's location remained a mystery within the maze-like hallways of Dragon High School.
I found myself twisting and turning every which way and corner to find Mr. Cell's room but I had no success. The warning bell for the beginning of second period had already sounded and the remaining kids in the hallway were beginning to rush to their classes.
"Oh man, I gotta find his class quick!" I nervously muttered as I turned to run back the opposite way that I had previously ventured when all of a sudden my face slammed onto a hard surface that made me tumble backwards and hold my reddening cheeks.
"Watch it kid!" A boy with long black hair and the same, creepy, icy blue eyes as Dr. Gero and Number 19, bellowed as he looked down at me, "Any harder and Sixteen's abs woulda crushed your skull in." he smirked while gesturing to the amazingly tall teenager that stood beside him.
"Lay off him, Seventeen." A softer, feminine voice spoke on the side of Number Sixteen.
Looking over, I saw the immaculate image of an angel descended from heaven, itself. Blonde, slender figure, modest height and clear skin, the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on held out her hand to help me up. In almost slow motion, I received her gesture and was brought to my feet by a gentle tug of her arm.
"I've never seen you around here, before. Are you a Freshman?" She asked.
My tongue was tied so I let my head do the talking and nodded.
"You're about to be late to class, you know?"
I nodded.
She raised an eyebrow, "So…aren't you going to try and make it?"
I attempted to try and utter out my words, "I-I c-cant find m-mm-my class."
"He's retarded, Eighteen. Let's hurry up and ditch, I'm not in the mood to kill any hall monitors on the first day of school." Number Seventeen snidely spoke.
"Here, let me see your program." Eighteen ignored her brother's pleas.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my program then handed it over to Eighteen.
"Ugh. Looks like you got Mr. Cell this upcoming period. That 'freak' is on the first hallway to the left upstairs." Eighteen sneered as she handed me back my program.
"Upstairs? I'll never make it time!" I cried out.
"Wait one minute…" Number Sixteen spoke up, walked over to me then looked at the ceiling, "…according to my calculations, Mr. Cell's classroom should be right above this ceiling."
He then looked down at me, grabbed me by my shirt then threw my upwards with enough force to make me crash through the ceiling and fortunately land me in an empty desk within Mr. Cell's classroom just as the late bell rang.
My sudden entrance surprised many of the kids in the neighboring desks but instead of worrying over their gazes, I looked at the cracked hole in the floor in front of me and saw Sixteen, Seventeen, and Eighteen as they walked away.
"Thanks…I guess." I muttered under my breath.
"Bet you're trying to be a real drama king, making an entrance like that. What are you trying to do, impress all the cute girls in this class?" A fellow student spoke from the desk beside me, a talking pig.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"The name's Oolong and I'm on to your tricks, buddy!" Oolong pointed his finger in my face.
Rolling my eyes, I took a sigh and reclined at my desk till I noticed a strange, green creature sitting in the desk at the front of the class wearing a business shirt, pants and tie, occupying itself by writing on some papers.
"What's that!" I almost yelled, pointing at the creature.
"That's Mr. Cell, you idiot." Oolong snorted.
I blinked, "That thing is Mr. Cell?"
Mr. Cell shuffled his papers into a neat pile before he got up from his desk and stood before the class, "Hello everyone and welcome to Biology class, I will be your teacher, Mr. Cell, any questions?"
One kid raised his hand and Mr. Cell threw an energy blast at him just as quickly, leaving a small smoking crater where the kid once sat, "Rule number one in my class, never ask or attempt to ask dumb questions when I haven't told you enough information valuable to your education, otherwise, you will die."
Almost everyone in the classroom took a nervous gulp including me and Oolong, who was already shaking in his desk. Mr. Cell noticed the fear in the air and smiled, "YOU…!" Mr. Cell pointed at a girl in the front row, "…what is the central core of every living cellular organism?"
The girl shrugged, "Umm…the brain?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry but you're wrong, it's the Nucleus. Oh well, prepare to die." Mr. Cell hurled another energy blast that hit and vaporized the girl and her desk just as she began to scream. Mr. Cell looked at the class, "Rule number two in my class, if you fail to answer correctly any of my questions in this class, you will die."
The fear in the atmosphere now turned to utter terror and anxiety as Mr. Cell scanned the classroom for another victim, "YOU IN THE BACK!" Mr. Cell pointed at a dude wearing a 'Vote For Pedro' shirt, "What's the capitol of Idaho?"
"What does that have to do with Biology?" The dude asked.
Mr. Cell answered him with a powerful energy blast that vaporized him and a couple of kids around his area, "Rule number three in my class…" Mr. Cell began, "…no questioning my questions."
Mr. Cell looked around the classroom again, I tried to make myself as incognito as I could by slinking in my desk and lowering my head, but then, for a split-second, I lifted up my head and my eyes crossed with his, "YOU!" Mr. Cell pointed at me, causing me to almost lose control of my bowels.
He paused for a second, "What…is…"
I scanned through my mind to try and think of every and anything I had ever learned over Biology or other topics,
"YOUR NAME!" He shouted suddenly making me shake.
"K-Krillin, sir." I sputtered.
Mr. Cell smiled, "Congratulations Krillin, I think I'll end with you for the day. Now class, since it's the first day of school, I think I'll leave you with the rest of this time to converse amongst yourselves and enjoy your lives, while you still have them."
With that, Mr. Cell casually returned back to his desk and began working on his papers once again, as if nothing had ever happened. For about a good five to ten minutes, no one dared to speak a word, till finally some various whispers around the class turned into quiet murmurs followed by soft voices then finally full outright conversations.
"What have I gotten myself into…?" I groaned while holding my head, "…I'm too young to die."
"Well, look at it this way, we all go to go sometime, so make sure you're the last in line." Oolong snorted.
"I can't imagine what'll be in store for me, next class." I sighed.
Oolong shrugged, "Alls I know is that I got Football for fourth period, so I get to get out of this place just at the end of the day."
"You play Football?" I asked.
Oolong winced, "Well…not technically, you see, I'm just a waterboy. But I do get real close to the action, plus I get to see our fine cheerleaders up close from the sidelines."
"Football…" I lingered in my voice, "…maybe that'll help me survive this school."
Oolong snickered, "You? Play Football? They'll stomp your guts out and give em back to you out there. Dragon High School is nearly invincible on the gridiron and it's all because of Broly."
"Broly?" I thought back and remembered Goku showing me the tall and intimidating jock when we first arrived on campus.
Oolong nodded, "That's right, Broly is practically our whole team on both Offense and Defense. Last year when the team played Tuffles High, Broly, alone, annihilated more than half of their team. The surviving players were either placed in comas or the Mental Hospital because of post-traumatic stress, so what makes you think that a five foot nothing looking shrimp like you could play with a big dog like Broly?"
"Wow, I bet he's your hero, too, huh?" I sheepishly chuckled.
"Oh, alright tough guy, you think I'm being funny? Come after school today, its tryouts for new meat like you. Let's see if you're tough enough to even wear Varsity football pads." Oolong snarled.
The bell rang shortly after that and everyone stood up to leave class, "Don't worry, I'll be there." I grinned at Oolong as we walked side-by-side towards the door.
"Yeah you better be!" He retorted, turning to walk the opposite way from me as we entered into the hall.
Almost simultaneously, the P.A. system in the hallway activated, "Attention students, this is Counselor Zarbon, those of you who have English, Math, or a Namekian Foreign Language class, please report to First Lunch in the cafeteria. I repeat, those of you with English, Math or Namekian Foreign Language classes, report to First Lunch in the cafeteria."
"Yes! I get a lunch break!" I happily shouted in the middle of hallway, earning a few strange glances and stares from nearby students.
"Whoops…I guess I was a little too happy just then."
END OF CHAPTER FOUR