A SAIYAN & HIS BAD GIRLS

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or Prison School. The former is owned by Akira Toriyama and its respective anime companies, while the latter is owned by Akira Hiramoto and its respective anime companies. Ghost Nappa is owned by TeamFourStar.

Reviews:

GUEST #4: I really don't give two fucks about what you think of me. Also, what do you think Prison School is about in the first place, retard?

GUEST #3: YOU'RE A DUMBASS if you think that they would oppose the idea. You know that you'd date him too, if you were a girl, at least. Do you think a girl would turn down a good version of Broly? A giant over 9 ft. in height with the body of a God, and now a good personality as well. If you are a female, YOU CANNOT tell me that you wouldn't kill for someone like that ASAP. If you disagree, then you must either be crazy or a liar. Besides, even if he considers them his playthings, WHICH HE DOESN'T, who's gonna stop him? Hehe, respect? You're a dumb motherfucker if you don't think I have respect for women based off of a story. Even so, I'LL ONLY SHOW RESPECT ONCE IT'S BEEN EARNED, and YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T have any from me, bitch. Therefore, go fuck yourself. It's little shits like you who I would enjoy nothing more than to kill off in the most painful way imaginable.

GUEST #2: Eh, true, but I wanted there to be lots of beautiful moments that only a couple share from the start, so that's why I did it.

GUEST #1: Hmm...maybe so, but Broly doesn't have an official lover. Though I did use Future Gohan in Fairy Tail in a similar situation.

Virtual Pneumonia: Thanks! Yes, that is based off of a TFS joke.

Chapter 7: An Example

Just as the merging of dimensional planes had breached the clouds, it suddenly dispersed, and everything returned to normal.

"Umm...what just happened?" Broly asked in bewilderment.

Mari seemed to have the answer. "Umm...remember when you told us about your hell and learning of the Dragonballs while there?"

"..." He facepalmed after staring blankly for a moment in silence, feeling like a complete idiot for not thinking of that sooner.

Well, at least the crisis had been averted. With that in mind, they finished the rest of their date before flying back to the school prison.

As the four were nearing the educational facility, Broly sensed several people gathering in one location. Up ahead, they saw several students crowded around a flyer that was attached to a school window.

On either side of said flyer were the words, "Kiyoshi Fujino is once again imprisoned", and "Might be connected to Underground Student Council".

"The boys were imprisoned again? Are they dangerous?" A random female student with dark hair wondered aloud.

"And he 'might be connected with the Underground Student Council'. Really? That's horrible!" Another random female student, this one with light hair, exclaimed.

A third female student quickly shushed them. "Be quiet! What if that terrifying monster that those girls are dating hears you two badmouthing them?"

That statement shut them up. Just the thought of getting on his bad side caused both to shudder in fear.

"A bit late for that, don't you think?" A familiar male voice called out from behind them.

The crowd released a startled yelp before turning around to see Broly standing a few feet behind them with a deep scowl on his face. Beside him stood Mari and Meiko, each clinging onto either arm with downcast expressions visible on their features. Hana, who was sitting atop his neck, buried her face into his hair and began to silently weep.

"Who are the ones that I love more than anything and never want to see get hurt?" He asked calmly.

A random student raised her hand. "Your girlfriends," She answered after he pointed to her.

Broly nodded, "Correct. Now, if there are three people in this world who I would get very upset over should harm ever come to them, who would they be?"

"Your girlfriends," The girl stated in reply.

"Very good. Now use your brain on this one," He said mockingly before continuing. "Who are the people standing beside me with pained looks in their eyes?"

"Your girlfriends," She stated yet again.

"My girlfriends, yes, I know," He stated so quickly that he would've cut the girl off if she had wanted to say anything else. "And you've just spoken badly about them?" He inquired in a tone of voice that was far too sweet.

"Wait, it's possible that they are upset for another reason!" She quickly defended upon seeing where this was going.

"Oh, well that's good. When did they become so distraught, anyway?" He asked in relief, thinking that his lovers might've been bothered by Kate for posting those stupid flyers in the first place.

"When someone had said a mean comment about them, which happened just after I had turned around..." She trailed off sheepishly.

After a moment of silence, Broly spoke up. "Random student #43, would you come here for a second? I need an example."

"Random student #43 Yuri Yaoi Takanagi, reporting! An example of whaAAAAAAH!" Yuri, who was a skinny, bespectacled girl with brown hair, started to ask before she was blown to bits by the weakest ki blast Broly could produce.

Every student nearby gaped in disbelief.

"That will be all of you if you don't get out of my sight within the next five seconds," Broly told the crowd of students cheerfully. "Bye."

No sooner had he said this before the students rushed inside of the school while screaming in terror.

PRESENT TIME (Story Will Be Written/Typed In Present Tense From Here On Out):

Broly, Mari, Meiko, and Hana are currently eating in the school prison's mess hall. Kiyoshi, on the other hand, is busy gaping in both awe and horror at the sight of the resident Saiyan God inhaling a massive mountain of food.

'How...is that even possible? More importantly, where did he even get all of that in the first place?!' The boy mentally wonders with a sweatdrop.

Meanwhile, a certain school chairman is weeping at the sight of all his food being raided yet again.

"Um...president?" Kiyoshi turns his attention towards Mari as soon as Broly finishes his meal. "There's something I need to talk to you ab-"

"Don't talk to me!" Mari snaps, cutting him off mid-sentence.

The black-haired girl's outburst towards the boy causes the Saiyan God to frown. For now, though, he decides to sit back and see how things play out.

"Wha-" Kiyoshi starts to ask, only to be cut off again by Mari.

"Would you please refrain from involving yourself while you are in here-no, while you are at this academy?" She requests with an edge in her voice.

Broly's frown deepens at Mari's bias attitude towards Kiyoshi. While he doesn't think too highly of the boys right now, his girlfriend was taking things too far.

The boy's right eye twitched. "F-Fine! But at least hear me out. This is for Chiyo's sake, too. The crows-"

"Are still alive. Yes, I know. Now listen to me! I'm setting the rules for here! You will avoid all unnecessary contact or conversation! And you, as our underclassman, will handle any odd jobs! Got it?!" Mari interrupts Kiyoshi for the fourth time in a row before yelling at him in a commanding tone of voice. "Now start making tea for-"

"MARI KURIHARA! THAT IS ENOUGH!" This time, it is Mari who is cut off mid-sentence, courtesy of her Legendary Super Saiyan boyfriend. "While the four of us may have a shitty opinion of the boys right now, he has yet to fuck up. You're just bullying him right now, so please stop it...for me."

Although she wants to retort, he has a point. Sighing in resignation, she agrees, albeit begrudgingly.

"Thank you," Broly bends down and whispers softly into Mari's ear.

A warm smile makes its way onto her lips. "No problem."

The two stare deeply into each other's eyes for a moment before slowly leaning into a deep, passionate kiss. Once they break the kiss, Mari rests her head on Broly's shoulder, but not before shooting Kiyoshi a quick glare.

Kiyoshi sweatdrops. "Can I really survive a whole week of this?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope all of you who decide to read this enjoy the chapter. Sorry this took so long, but I'm typing with two injured wrists (overuse syndrome). I hope those of you who read this chapter enjoy it. Until next time, peace out.