Loophole chapter 3!

Dislcaimer: I don't own DBZ. Akira Toriyama does. If I owned it, Dbgt woudn't exist purely because Vegeta wouldn't have had that God-awful mustache.

KIMI POV...

I bolted back to the school, terrified of the bees. I may be a sayian, but everyone's afraid of something. Dad's afraid of needles. Vegeta is afraid of Bulma. Gohan, no, EVERY sayain is afraid of mom and that frying pan of hers *shiver*.

When I arrived, I figured out that it was around fifth period. 'Great', I thought sarcastically. Well, at least it's art. Oh, shit. I have that with Gohan. And Videl. And Erasa. And, *Growl*, Sharpener. I take a deep breath and enter the room.

"Kimi?!" Gohan exclaims as I walk in.

"No, This is Bob. And your name?" I say, sarcasm dripping off of the comment.

"Ms Briefs! You are half an hour late for class!" Mr. Smith exclaimed. "What is your excuse?"

"I have no excuse, Mr Smith. If I were to tell you, you would claim me to be crazy, and I would be shipped off to the Funny Farm." I said calmly.

"The what? You mean the mental hospital?" He asked, obviously confused.

"The name varies by region." I said.

"What?" He said. "I thought you lived in West City!"

"Not all of my life. I originally came from the 439 Mountain Area!" I said.

"Oh. Never mind then. Have a seat." He said.

I took a seat beside Videl. I looked over at her, and said "What were you guys doing?"

She replied "Drawing portraits of our partners."

I said "I don't have a partner. Is there someone who doesn't have a partner?"

She said "I don't. Sharpener was the only other one without a partner, so I decided to work alone."

"Good idea." I joked. "Do you want to be my partner?" I asked.

"Sure!" She said. She handed me a paper, pencil, and an eraser. "Let's get to work!"

So we worked for the rest of class. I was done pretty quickly, and Mr. Smith wanted to hang my picture of Videl up. It was very realistic. (As realistic as anime can get lol) Soon after I was finished, Gohan was done too. His picture of Erasa was astounding. It was spot on. Even down to the barely visible blemishes under her foundation. Mr. Smith hung his up too.

After art, it was time for gym. I grabbed my gym bag out of my locker, and walked towards the dome outside of the school. (The gym in OSHS might not be outside the school in the series, but it is in my story.)

In gym, I followed the other girls into the girls locker room. There I found a sutable spot, and quickly changed into my gym clothes. I walked out the door into the main gym.

'Damn, she's hot' Matthew Walsh thought to himself.

When I walked into the main gym in my short black shorts and halter top, it was obvious that I'd turned the heads of most of the football team and their angry girlfriends.

"HEY!" One of the girls shouted, stalking towards me.

"What?" I asked ever-so-calmly.

"You are the reason my boyfriend broke up with me!" The girl shouted, moving closer. By now, a small crowd had gathered around us. They shouted "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"

"That's not my fault. You have no right blaming me for it. I don't even know who he is!" I yelled back.

She looked miffed. 'She doesn't even know who he is?! Oh well, I'll kick her ass anyway!' she thought, smirking. She pulled her fist back, and let her punch fly.

I dodged the punch easily. Then, out of instinct, I grabbed both of her arms and flipped her, so that she came down on the floor. I'm glad my instincts realized that she wasn't a threat, so she didn't hit the floor hard. Her knees would definatley be bruised, though.

The gym teacher came in just in time to see her throw the first punch. After I flipped her, Ms. Jessi ran to us.

"Let her go right this instant, Ms. Briefs!" She shouted. "And what exactly to you think you're doing starting a fight, Ms. Angela?"

I let go of her, and she dropped. She climbed back to her feet, completley terrified. "Um, uh..." She said, backing away from me slowly.

"Well?" Ms. Jessi said.

She pointed at me. "She made Matthew break up with me!" She said, looking a lot like a five year old.

"What?" I said. "Who in the world is Matthew?!"

Matthew looked affended. "It's me!"

"Well, I've never met you before. So go tell this girl right here why you broke up with her!" I said, turning my head in his direction.

"Angela, I broke up with you because... YOU. ARE. A. BITCH. Get over yourself." He said, rolling his eyes.

'Woah, he's cute' I thought. 'Wait, NO I DO NOT THINK HE IS CUTE!' I yelled in my mind.

GOHAN POV...

As I watched the aftermath of the skirmish between Kimi and that weird girl, I noticed a vacant look in her eyes as she drifted further into her own little world. 'Shit' I thought. I decided to watch the scene unfold.

3RD PERSON POV...

Kimi's mood swang. The little imaginary spinning wheel in her head spun to "Angry". She got mad. Well, they all mean the same thing. Except there's one thing you should know. Our friend Kimi has mood swings similar to Chi-Chi's. While she's pregnant. With Goten. However, Kimi's mood swings always end up with either the GR exploding, Vegeta getting put into the regeneration tank, or her mind overloads, and she passes out. She didn't want to kill a human, or get into a rough battle with Gohan, so there's only one option.

The class watched in horror as Kimi's eyes rolled back into her head, and she began to shake violently.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!" The gym taecher shouted. Five students took out cell phones and dialed the number. As they shakily spoke to the operators on the phone, Gohan ran to Kimi.

"K-Kimi! Snap out of it!" He said, grabbing her arms tightly. She didn't reply.

"KIMI! I can't lose you again!" Gohan yelled, in full panic mode.

Suddenly, she stopped shaking and opened her big, green eyes. "Gohan." She said, quiet as a mouse, and fell into her brother's arms.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Gohan yelled, collapsing to the ground. He hugged Kimi tight, and cried into her shirt.

sorry! cliffy! I made a long chapter to make up for the breif pause in the story. I've been going through some emotional problems, and I couldn't bring myself to write. Sorry this is so sad. But, If you can unscramble the words, you will breathe a sigh when you read the good news.

miik si otn edad !

There you go! See you next time! And, REVEIW!