Krillin's High School Diaries
Chapter 6: My First Kiss
After the Lunchroom brawl and my firsthand experience with High School cafeteria food, I, along with everyone else in the First Lunch, reported to our third period class. Although school was just half over, I was already beginning to feel the fatigue of surviving a day in Dragon High and staggered my way through the downstairs halls to room 184, Mr. Buu's English Class, the only classroom that I had been able to find the whole day.
Coming up to the classroom door, I had only scarcely opened it before I felt a humongous and soggy wad of paper hit me square in the face.
"Ha, ha, scored on a Freshman!" A cackling Vegeta exclaimed from his desk in the second of five rows while holding a huge plastic straw, "Hey, wait a minute…I recognize you! You're that kid who was hanging out with Kakarot and the rest of his loser friends this morning, aren't you?"
Quickly swiping off the paper wad in disgust, I was a little reluctant and pissed off to reply to Vegeta's question, "Hey, what's the big idea?"
Vegeta smirked, "Just establishing who's the 'Prince' in this classroom. Better get used to it, Freshman, cause I can guarantee you this whole school year will be full of those spit wads made just for weaklings like you."
"Weakling…!" Vegeta's remark caressed an already tense nerve in my body, "…why I'd oughta…"
"Everyone in his or her seat!" A loud and manly voice surprised me from behind.
I turned my head and saw a tall and large built man with a curly fro of black hair along with a matching mustache and beard, to go, peer down at me firmly with his strong cobalt-colored eyes while I remarked, in the back of my mind, at his striking resemblance to a taller and more ripped version of Super Mario.
"Mr. Buu…?" I nervously chuckled while holding out my hand, "…the name's Krillin."
"I-AM-NOT-MR. BUU AND I DON'T GIVE A CRAP WHO YOU ARE! MY NAME IS COACH HER-CULE AND I WILL SUBSTITUTE FOR MR. BUU TO-DAY. NOW FIND YOU A SEAT AND SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE BALDIE!" Coach Hercule shouted and spit, unknowingly, all over my face.
Wiping off Coach Hercule's saliva from my forehead, I anxiously obeyed and put myself in the seat closest to me in the very first row, unfortunately behind Vegeta.
"Smooth move, Freshman." Vegeta muttered then slapped the back of my baldhead.
"Hey!" I yelled as I turned around in my seat.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN TO BE QUIET, DO YOU BALDIE?" Coach Hercule walked over to my desk.
I attempted to defend myself, "But he-"
"NO 'BUTS' BALDIE! IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM YOU AGAIN, I'M GIVING YA A DETENTION SLIP!"
I gulped, "Yes sir."
Coach Hercule gave a hard nod and walked over to the chalkboard, "Now, many of you may know me as the Dragon High Head Football Coach, and you're right to know that!"
"WHOOO, GO SHENLONGS!" A kid yelled from the back of the class.
"That's the school spirit kid! Here, have a beer on me!" Coach Hercule smiled as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a Heineken and tossed it to the kid in the back.
"Anyway, I am still a part of the school's faculty and I'm just as versatile in the classroom as on the field. Now, Mr. Buu will be on medical leave for a while during his Gastric-Bypass Surgery and I will be subbing in his class during this process, after all (sniff) Mr. Buu…is…a very dear friend of mine."
I thought I saw a tear run down Coach Hercule's cheek before he reverted back to his obnoxious attitude, "BUT ANYWAY! You kids will be learning and reading from books like Shake em' Spear, Eddie Allen Poe, that uhh…other weird writer that always makes those freaky stories and movies and many other just as weird and boring authors and books. Let's make this a good school year kids, so that means…SHUT UP, LEAVE ME ALONE AND READ YOUR CRAPPY BOOKS, UNDERSTAND!"
Everyone nodded.
Coach Hercule gave a grin and motioned to sit down in the teacher's desk seat, at the front of the classroom when four knocks on the classroom door resounded and interrupted his move,
"NOW WHO THE CRAP COULD THAT BE?" Coach Hercule snorted as he walked over to the door and opened it.
From my angle, I couldn't see the person who Coach Hercule was talking to in the doorframe because of his own wide and muscular mass, but after he gave a couple of nods and grunts, he turned his body away to let a mysterious person in. But then, I had almost lost my breath when I realized that it was Number Eighteen who strode into our classroom with her arms crossed and possessing a calm yet somewhat hostile demeanor on her face.
I saw her walk towards my direction and looked to my right and left, wishing that the students in the desks had disappeared in order for her to be next to me. She walked right pass me without giving so much as a glance and seated herself at a desk four desks behind me in the row to the left of mine.
However, she had not came alone, a short and fat man with blue skin, who had been standing behind Eighteen, engaged in a short chat with Coach Hercule, before leaving. After this, Coach Hercule made his way to the front of Eighteen's row and crossed his arms as he gazed deeply at an undaunted Eighteen.
"So…Vice-Principal Kai has told me that you're quite the bad girl." Coach Hercule smirked.
Eighteen sneered, "Not one to respect other people's privacy, are you?"
Coach Hercule's smirk now turned into a frown, "Hey, I'll have you know that Vice-Principal Kai is doing a service to Dragon High School, especially the Football team, by catching school ditching punks like you and hauling ya'll back to class for hardcore teachers like me get to deal with ya instead of weak, skinny guys like Mr. Gero, for example!"
"Uhh…he's dead now." I spoke up.
"Well my point exactly!"
Eighteen yawned, "Look, I don't want to be here and I know you would rather be on your precious football field, 'coach'. So lets just cut the chatter and get through with this God-forsaken class."
Coach Hercule was about to open his mouth to say something until he came to a realization, "Hey, you know what? You make a good point." With that said, Coach Hercule returned to his seat at the front desk, kicked his legs up and began snoring.
"What an idiot." Vegeta scoffed, "I should kill him now and truly establish myself as the boss in this classroom."
I turned around in my seat to face Vegeta, "Why do that? It's not like he's a super-powerful maniac like most of the teachers in this school seem to be."
"Why not, cueball? I'm a Prince by blood and I deserve to have all power in this school, anyway. This moron would have been fried bacon by now if Broly wasn't always around to have him kiss his butt." Vegeta sneered.
"Well, you'll have to beat Goku first, anyway, he's the strongest person in this school from what I've seen and heard. I think that Broly guy is just overrated." I grinned.
"Kakarot…?" Vegeta snarled, "…what're you trying to say? That Kakarot AND Broly are stronger than me?"
"Well, I-"
Vegeta cut me off when he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt with one hand and began to power a ball of energy in his opposite hand, "I'll show you what true power is!"
"Hey, why don't you take out your teenage insecurities on someone your own size!" Eighteen's voice spoke up.
Vegeta looked over his shoulder at Eighteen, "Oh yeah? Just what are you going to do about it? Without that your lame brother of yours and that tall freak that you both hang out with, you're nothing. So don't even bother to try butting in unless you want to end up like up 'cueball' over here!"
I watched Eighteen as she quietly stood up from her seat and cracked her knuckles. Vegeta snickered and tossed me to the hard floor with a thrust of his arm as he turned to fully face Eighteen. The kids in the surrounding rows intelligently left their seats in a hurry as the two engaged in a showdown.
Coach Hercule was still snoring and talking in his sleep, "…Honey…where's my hemorrhoid cream…?"
Eighteen was the first to strike as she charged at Vegeta head on in a clash that managed to knock him off balance, for a split-second, before they engaged in full combat. I watched from the cold, tile floor, as Vegeta and Eighteen went head for head in a vicious array of blurred punches, kicks and energy blasts that hit and flew every which way within the moderately sized classroom.
Vegeta punched Eighteen right on the temple and added another blow to her gut as a combo. Eighteen, however, remained unfazed and responded quickly enough to the rest of Vegeta's blows that she eventually found an opening on his own body and struck him with a short yet powerful uppercut to his chin followed by a quick pounding of his torso, with both of her fists, before finishing off with a low blow to his family jewels.
Wretched in all sorts of pain, Vegeta grunted as he keeled over and held himself while giving off shorts gasps of air.
"Maybe now you'll learn to watch that big mouth of yours." Eighteen smiled.
Vegeta growled with anger, "Why you…" He quickly stood himself and thrust his right arm out with an open palm facing Eighteen, "FINAL FLASH!" He yelled as a massive, blue beam of energy emitted from his palm and engulfed the whole side of the class that Eighteen stood on along with more than half of both the downstairs and upstairs area, causing a huge explosion that shook building but still failed to wake up Coach Hercule.
When the smoke cleared, only five of almost thirty students remained, including myself. About the entire right half of the classroom along with much of the surrounding building frame was blown open to the outside of the school. Eighteen, however, was nowhere to be found.
"Got her…" Vegeta snickered, "…no one ever messes with the-"
He was suddenly cut off as a blurred figure quickly appeared beside him and delivered a swift and surprising roundhouse kick that broke his humerus in two with a painful snap. I watched in awe as Eighteen relaxed from her kicking posture and looked on, unremorsefully, at a grunting Vegeta as he stumbled away from her, holding his arm in pain.
She said nothing but turned around to face me while I was still in my same position on the floor. Walking over to me, she held out her hand once again, like the first time we met, and pulled me to feet with the same gentle tug of her arm.
"We've really got to stop meeting like this." She smiled then puckered her lips and gave me a long, sweet and soft kiss on the cheek before taking her face back,
"Catch ya later." She waved then flew out the destroyed school walls, leaving me stunned and caressing the cheek that her enchanting lips touched. It was then that the Third Period dismissal bell rang and Coach Hercule, finally woke up,
"WHAT THE CRAP HAPPENED HERE!" He yelled as he observed the classroom chaos from the destroyed walls and trembling surviving students to a nearly passed-out and groaning Vegeta, holding his obviously broken arm while sprawled out on the floor. Then, he saw me standing unscathed, amidst it all, "YOU DID THIS, DIDN'T YA BALDIE!" Coach Hercule's face turned red.
"What?" My eyes widened, "Coach Hercule, there's no way that I-"
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!" Coach Hercule growled as he got up from his desk, grabbed me by the back of my shirt and led me out the classroom, "I'M GONNA DEAL WITH YA MYSELF!"
"Oh man, what now?" I miserably moaned.
END OF CHAPTER SIX