Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ High School...Dbz Style ❯ Busted! ( Chapter 14 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Saiya-jin_Cc 
The whole gang gets in trouble and gets detention. Funny.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.13.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
The whole gang gets in trouble and gets detention. Funny.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.13.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
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Well I finally got the chance to do this! Sorry it took so long! Well here it goes!
~*~
Bulma groaned with despair as she leaned over to hit the snooze button on her screeching
alarm. She buried her head in her pillows and fell asleep easlily. Five minutes later the alarm was
screaming in her ear again and she reached out blindly, banging the off button. She yawned and
swung her feet drowsily over the side of her bed. She stumbled, half asleep, across the room to
her bathroom and got in the shower. After undressing she reluctantly turned on the cold water and
was fully awaken.
After her ice-cold shower she went downstairs wearing a pink skirt and a white shirt that had
BULMA in broad pink letters across the front. She ate breakfast, grabbed her purse, and headed
out the door. She jumped in her car and raced off to school. 'Oh man..I'm going to be late!'
she thought, making a dangerously sharp turn, cutting off a guy in a pinto. She suddenly heard
the wail of a siren. 'Oh no!' She was about to continue and try to lose him, but shoved the
idea out of her head. She pulled the car over into the turning lane and the police car stopped
behind her.
A pudgy man with a sorry excuse for a mustache emerged from the car and walked to the window
of Bulma's car.
"S'cuse me ma'am..." He said in a heavy Texas accent. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
"Your a pretty lil' thing, little lady." He chuckled and winked. She looked at him oddly, one
eyebrow raised.
He cleared his throat and continued, "Why were you speedin' and runnin' that stop sign?"
She smiled, thinking she could maybe get out of a ticket, "Well," She tried to look as innocent as
possible, "I was just trying to get to school on time. I need my education...don't you agree,
officer?" She smiled and winked.
He blushed, "Well I -er suppose that's right..but still you broke the law and-"
"Please officer...I'm really sorry.." She tilted her head, her blue hair trailing seductively over
her shoulder. "I'll never ever do it again...especially for you..."
He smiled and looked at his feet, shuffling them shyly, "Well I suppose if ya promise not to do
it again...but, don't let it happen again." He got all professional.
"Of course, I promise. Well I need to go, or I'll be late, bye!" She smiled and drove off
carefully, leaving him waving dumbly.
Arriving at the school, Bulma parked, slammed her door shut, and ran into the school. She slid
at a turn and ran into her homeroom. She plopped into her seat just as the bell rang. Vegeta
looked over his shoulder at her, smirking. She smiled and fluffed her hair as the teacher walked
in.
"Lets begin....shall we?" She straightened her glasses. "Now open your books to page 45..."
Everyone pulled their Geometry books out of the desks opening and dropped them on the surface of
them. They hesitantly turned to them to the correct page.
"Now can any of you tell me where America is on this map?" The teacher pointed to the map on page 45.
Bulma raised her hand, one of few that did. "Miss Briefs?"
"Its right under Canada and above Mexico in North America," She said, sure of her answer.
"Correct, very good."
Bulma smiled and Vegeta looked over his shoulder and whispered, "Know-it-all!" He smirked.
{Actually, you would be pretty dumb not to know where America was. It's so friggin big man! o.o}
The teacher scowled at Vegeta, "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head leisurely. "No Miss..."
She turned to write something on the board. Vegeta smirked and coughed, "Moron!"
The teacher turned and looked around angrily, "Who said that?" Everyone pointed to Vegeta
and he looked up, trying to make an innocent face, but failed.
"I've had enough, young man, detention for you!" She pulled out a pink slip, scribbled down his
name, and shoved it onto his desk. He growled and pocketed it.
~In Home Ec~
Piccolo looked questioningly at the teacher, Mrs. Doe, and back down to the ingretients he was
supposed to be turning into muffins. He raised his hand.
"Uh...Mrs. Doe?"
She turned and smiled sweetly, "Yes Piccolo?"
"How do we do this again?"
She sweat dropped. "Just look at the directions in front of you."
"Oh...right.." He looked at the sheet of directions. "That.."
He read it and picked up an egg. He tried to hit it as gently as possible against the side of the
bowl, but shattered the shell, causing egg to fly everywhere. 'Why did I take this class again???' he
asked himself, cleaning his face free of egg with his sleeve.
~*~Flashback~*~
"What should I take for my first elective, guys?" Piccolo looked over the table at his two friends.
Vegeta shrugged and continued eating. Goku wiped his mouth off with a napkin.
"I'm taking Home Ec." He said through a mouthful of food.
"What are you taking Vegeta?" Piccolo asked.
"I don't know."
Piccolo sighed and looked at Goku, "Why this class?"
He shrugged "I dunno, I just put it down to get it over with."
"Well I hope I get with you." Piccolo said, marking Home Ec for his first elective.
~*~End~*~
Piccolo sighed and looked at Shin, the guy next to him. "Could you break this egg for me?"
The short, purple teen with a white Mohawk looked up at him. "I can't.."
Piccolo didn't know the guy, he only knew he was the only other kid that had a different color of
skin. "Why not?"
Shin looked up at him again. "I'll break it..." He looked wordlessly back to his own muffinsand squeezed an egg, letting the contents of the shell ooze through his fingers into the bowl.
Piccolo decided to do the same and broke two eggs in that way. He glanced from pouring his
two cups of flower into the bowl at Shin. 'He looks sort of like a girl...but I sense something
about him...' He shrugged and mixed the flower in with a cup of milk.
Piccolo looked around the room at his classmates, all normal humans. He didn't know anyone in this
class and hadn't gotten in Goku's class. He sighed, wishing Karina was in his class. But all
three of the girls, Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Karina, had taken chorus and cheerleading. He shrugged,
'At least shes in most of my other classes.'
He finally finished his batter and poured them as evenly as possible into the muffin pan he had.
He looked at the direction sheet, and turned his own little oven to the right temperature and
waired for it to heat. He put the muffins in and sighed a relieved sigh. He pulled out a book
and read it, waiting for his creation to cook. A while later he glanced at the timer and then
the oven. His eyes went wide. Muffin mix was oozing out of the cracks of the oven.
"Mrs. Doe! What happened to my muffins!?" Piccolo shouted, pointing to the mess.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, hurrying over. "How much yeast did you put in???"
"Uh....eight tablespoons..." He answered.
She snatched his direction sheet up. "That's a three! And tsp. means TEASPOONS!"
"Oops...sorry cooking is not my thing..."
"Obviously not!" she exclaimed, moping up the mess with a wet towel. "I'm sorry Piccolo but,
I'll have to give you a failing score for this."
Piccolo didn't say anything, just let his mouth fall open in shock. "B-but.." He stuttered.
"But nothing...I'm very sorry." Piccolo dropped his head disappointedly.
~In English~
Goku had to struggle to keep his eyes open. He rested his head on his hands, which were propped
up by his elbows. His head started to droop off his hands, the need for sleep over coming him.
He felt a something hit his side and turned to his right. Chi-Chi drew her elbow back, scowling.
"Stay awake!" She hissed through clenched teeth and turned back to the teacher, who was explaining
the assignment.
"But Chi..." He whined in a whisper, "This class makes me so tired." He stifled a yawn with his hand.
"Well theres only two minutes left, you'll make it." she whispered back.
He sighed and tried to let his attention fall on what Mr. Yaun was saying. Instead he found
himself thinking about other things. 'No wonder he's called him Mr. Yaun...he can make you Yawn
easily...' He glanced at Chi-Chi, who was paying attention, her hands folded on her desk.
'She's soooo...preeetty...' he grinned stupidly and yawned. Just as he was settling his head
down on his desk for a nap the bell rang and snapped him awake.
"Great, it's over..." He smiled, gathering his books and back pack.
Once out of class, Chi-Chi at his side, he was getting told off. Her nose was in the air,
her eyes closed, and her scowl in place.
"You really should pay more attention, you know, education is a very important thing! What
will you be when you grow up without a clue of what's going on? A lousy hobo that's what!"
"Aw Chi," Goku smiled, "I'll have a very successful wife to help me." He turned her to him.
She smiled, blushing. He had always teased about them getting married, but had never actually
thought it would happen.
She smirked "Then you can teach our children to be just as mindless as you."
Goku dropped his smile. "Brrr! Who turned off the heat? Someone pay the bill! It's cold in here!"
He grinned widely.
Chi-Chi laughed, "Your such a goofball!"
He just remained grinning that stupid grin and said, "Well at least I'm not Miss Serious."
They walked down the hall and to their lockers.
~Meanwhile~
Karina pilled her math books into her locker. 'I despise that class!!!' she thought angrily.
Suddenly a teen boy with gelled back red hair and a confident smirk leaned on the locker next
to her, his eyes studying her. She slammer her locker shut, looking over at him. 'Well looky
here...another thing I despise.' She turned her head away from him, walking away and succeeding
in slapping his face with her pony tail. He blinked for a moment then, smiling again, he ran and
fell in step with her.
"Hey baby when are we gonna hook up?" He asked in that sly voice of his.
"In your dreams?" She said coldly, nose in the air.
"Aw c'mon babe! Why don't you drop that green, tall freak and hang with me?"
She turned to him stopping, her eyes flashing angrily. "He's not the freak...YOU are."
Karina turned away again, slapping him in the face with her pony tail.
He growled angrily, "Stop doing that!" He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn to him.
With her left hand she grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and with her other hand punched him.
He fell to the floor, holding his cheek in pain.
"Don't touch me!" Karina growled.
A pudgy teacher ran up to them. "Detention! For both of you!" She handed them both pink slips.
~
Goku ran through the hall and turned to the left. He groaned as the bell rang. 'I shouldn't of
stayed so long eating my between class snack at my locker!'he thought. When he got to the door
of his class he peeked in. The teacher, Mr. Swattersworth, was turning to the board. Goku rushed
in, took his seat, and pulled out his math books.
"Mr. Son..." Mr. Swattersworth turned to the class, his penetrating blue eyes studying Goku.
"Your late." Goku tried to smile. Mr. Swattersworth pulled a pink detention slip from his front
pocket. "I believe the punishment is detention." His eyes flashed at Goku as, without looking,
wrote his name down on the slip and handed it to him.
Goku groaned and put his hands to his face miserably. "Aw man..." He whined.
Piccolo, who was sitting behind him, smirked, crossing his arms. Mr. Swattersworth looked over
at him.
"And since you think this is so amusing, Mr. Namek, you can have one too."
Piccolo's jaw practically dropped to his desk. "But that's not-"
"Fair? That's not fair you say?" Mr. Swattersworth scowled heavily, his face twisting with anger
and turning red. "I'll tell you what's not fair! I give the school board 50 years of my life and
I'm still stuck here with all you imbeciles not getting any raise AT ALL! What? Does the Princable
just hate me?"
He dropped to his knees, the whole class watching with wide eyes. "It's not my fault!"
His shoulders went evenly up and down with sobs. "No one understands me!"
Goku glanced over his shoulder at Piccolo and whispered, "Issues..." Piccolo nodded.
Mr. Swattersworth suddenly raised his angry face and glared around at the class. "It YOUR fault!
You never tell the board what a good and kind teacher I am! Never ever never!"
"Uh..." Piccolo spoke up hesitantly, "That's because I haven't learned anything from your classes and
your not kind...just Psycho..." He sweat dropped.
With wider eyes the class watched as Mr. Swattersworth ripped his shirt off, opened the door,
and ran down the hall yelling "Its their fault! Not Mine! Theirs!!!"
Goku raised his eyebrows and turned to Piccolo, "Cool, no more class the rest of the period."
The class cheered and immediately changed places to sit with their friends and started talking.
Goku twirled his index finger in a circle around the side of his head, "Mr. Swattersworth has
serious issues."
Piccolo smirked, "Another one for the psycho bin."
Goku smiled, "That's, what? The third teacher?" They both laughed.
~
The bell rang for lunch and all the students hurried to the cafeteria. The group picked a table
that would easily sit six and put their bags there to save their place until they returned with their
lunches.
A few minutes later they returned. Piccolo had bought some water, Karina a salad, Chi-Chi a soup,
Bulma a noodles bowl, and Goku and Vegeta five trays of today's special "Surprise."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow at one of Goku's trays that had a pile of gloop and a milk on it.
"That looks...nutritious?"
Goku looked up from his second tray, "Aw its not too bad, right Vegeta?" He elbowed Vegeta's arm,
causing Vegeta to smear his own food in his face.
"Oops." Goku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, sweat dropping.
"Kakarot!!!" Vegeta growled, standing. He snatched a napkin and wiped the food from his face.
"Sorry?"
Vegeta grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down a little so they could look eye-to-eye.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried with crossed arms, sounding and looking very much like a mother who had
caught her child doing something naughty.
"Let go of Goku!" She ordered, her blue eyes flashing dangerously.
Vegeta mumbled angrily but, obediently let Goku's shirt collar go.
They both sat down and Goku whispered to Piccolo, grinning, "Good thing Bulma's here to keep Vegeta
in line." Piccolo smirked.
"I heard that!" Vegeta growled through clenched teeth.
"Well," Goku shrugged "You have to admit its true."
Vegeta snarled and went back to eating his food, acting as if nothing had just happened.
Karina and Chi-Chi had been just eating calmly through the whole ordeal. Piccolo finished
off his water.
"Sooo..." Bulma said, trying to make conversation, "What's up?" She knew it was a sorry attempt
but was surprised at the response.
"I have detention." Vegeta, Goku, Piccolo, and Karina said.
Chi-Chi and Bulma blinked. "We don't." They laughed.
Goku pouted out his bottom lip. Piccolo scowled and looked away. Vegeta crossed his arms angrily.
And Karina looked down at her finished salad bowl shamefully.
"It's the first I've ever gotten." She mumbled.
"Aw that's ok, Karina." Bulma smiled.
"Yeah," Chi-Chi smiled and winked, "You'll have Piccolo to keep you company."
Later the bell rang and they separated into small groups to go thier lockers.
Chi-Chi and Bulma were walking down the hall to theirs and discussing what had happened at lunch.
"Those two!" Bulma smiled "Always bickering and fighting!"
Chi-Chi nodded, "I'm sort of surprised they hang out together."
"Yeah, me too." Bulma agreed.
They stopped at thier lockers and dropped thier bagsto the floor infromt of them.
"Of course Vegeta starts most of them." Chi-Chi said casually, putting in her combination.
"What?" Bulma opened her locker, almost hitting Chi-Chi with the door-thing. "Vegeta!?"
"Yes Vegeta. He has such a bad attitude."
Bulma scowled at her friend, "Goku's the one who shoved food in his face."
Chi-Chi glared back and said matter-of-factly, "He just made Vegeta shove his OWN food in his face."
"You always have to calm him down!" Chi-Chi growled, looking Bulma in the eye.
"Well that's because HE cares about ME and will listen to what I say." Bulma said it as if Goku
never pays any attention to Chi-Chi.
"Goku listens to me too! And I bet he cares more about me that Vegeta cares about you! I don't
blame him!" Chi-Chi yelled, a confident smirk on her face.
By now they were both shouting, causing everyone in the hall to look their way.
"How DARE you!" Bulma growled, jumping at Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi caught a handful of Bulma's blue hair and they both fell to the ground. Chi-Chi scrambled
on top of Bulma and pulled her hair, succeeding in making Bulma shriek. Bulma reached for Chi-Chi's
hair, grabbed her nose, and tried to twist it fiercely. Chi-Chi yelped with pain.
"Oooooo chick fight!" A guy said smiling.
Soon everyone, who was circled around the two, were chanting "Fight! Fight!"
Finally, just as Chi-Chi was trying to make Bulma hit her head on a locker, a teacher came and broke
them up.
"Bulma! Chi-Chi! Fighting in the halls like this! Detention for both of you!" The teacher handed them
both a pink slip, which he had written their names on.
"Now I suggest you two apologize and get to class." The teacher stated and walked briskly off.
Bulma and Chi-Chi both felt really stupid. "Chi..I'm sorry." Bulma smiled weakly.
"So am I." Chi-Chi smiled. "If only you could see yourself!"
Bulma's skirt was wrinkled, her stomach now showing. Her lipstick was smeared across her face and
her hair was all frizzy and messed up. Chi-Chi looked the same.
"You should talk!" Bulma said. They both laughed and rushed to the bathroom.
~
The final bell finally rang and the students spilled out into the halls and out of the school
doors. The group met up and walked, side-by-side.
"Well...now both Chi-Chi and I have detention!" Bulma smiled.
"Well at least I wont feel as alone now." Goku grinned.
They all laughed and separated into their couples.
Piccolo flew Karina home and she kissed him on the cheek before disappearing in the door way of her
house. Vegeta flew Bulma home and she did the same. Goku and Chi-Chi walked hand in hand to Chi-Chi's.
When they arrived Chi-Chi turned to Goku and smiled, "I know your hungry, so come to my place and
I'll fix you something to eat."
"Wow! Thanks Chi!" Goku grinned. "That's another reason I want you as my wife! Your cooking is awesome!"
"Thank you, Goku." Chi-Chi winked and led the way in.
"No prob!" Goku followed like a little hungry dog.
~*~
Well I finally got the chance to do this! Sorry it took so long! Well here it goes!
~*~
Bulma groaned with despair as she leaned over to hit the snooze button on her screeching
alarm. She buried her head in her pillows and fell asleep easlily. Five minutes later the alarm was
screaming in her ear again and she reached out blindly, banging the off button. She yawned and
swung her feet drowsily over the side of her bed. She stumbled, half asleep, across the room to
her bathroom and got in the shower. After undressing she reluctantly turned on the cold water and
was fully awaken.
After her ice-cold shower she went downstairs wearing a pink skirt and a white shirt that had
BULMA in broad pink letters across the front. She ate breakfast, grabbed her purse, and headed
out the door. She jumped in her car and raced off to school. 'Oh man..I'm going to be late!'
she thought, making a dangerously sharp turn, cutting off a guy in a pinto. She suddenly heard
the wail of a siren. 'Oh no!' She was about to continue and try to lose him, but shoved the
idea out of her head. She pulled the car over into the turning lane and the police car stopped
behind her.
A pudgy man with a sorry excuse for a mustache emerged from the car and walked to the window
of Bulma's car.
"S'cuse me ma'am..." He said in a heavy Texas accent. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
"Your a pretty lil' thing, little lady." He chuckled and winked. She looked at him oddly, one
eyebrow raised.
He cleared his throat and continued, "Why were you speedin' and runnin' that stop sign?"
She smiled, thinking she could maybe get out of a ticket, "Well," She tried to look as innocent as
possible, "I was just trying to get to school on time. I need my education...don't you agree,
officer?" She smiled and winked.
He blushed, "Well I -er suppose that's right..but still you broke the law and-"
"Please officer...I'm really sorry.." She tilted her head, her blue hair trailing seductively over
her shoulder. "I'll never ever do it again...especially for you..."
He smiled and looked at his feet, shuffling them shyly, "Well I suppose if ya promise not to do
it again...but, don't let it happen again." He got all professional.
"Of course, I promise. Well I need to go, or I'll be late, bye!" She smiled and drove off
carefully, leaving him waving dumbly.
Arriving at the school, Bulma parked, slammed her door shut, and ran into the school. She slid
at a turn and ran into her homeroom. She plopped into her seat just as the bell rang. Vegeta
looked over his shoulder at her, smirking. She smiled and fluffed her hair as the teacher walked
in.
"Lets begin....shall we?" She straightened her glasses. "Now open your books to page 45..."
Everyone pulled their Geometry books out of the desks opening and dropped them on the surface of
them. They hesitantly turned to them to the correct page.
"Now can any of you tell me where America is on this map?" The teacher pointed to the map on page 45.
Bulma raised her hand, one of few that did. "Miss Briefs?"
"Its right under Canada and above Mexico in North America," She said, sure of her answer.
"Correct, very good."
Bulma smiled and Vegeta looked over his shoulder and whispered, "Know-it-all!" He smirked.
{Actually, you would be pretty dumb not to know where America was. It's so friggin big man! o.o}
The teacher scowled at Vegeta, "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head leisurely. "No Miss..."
She turned to write something on the board. Vegeta smirked and coughed, "Moron!"
The teacher turned and looked around angrily, "Who said that?" Everyone pointed to Vegeta
and he looked up, trying to make an innocent face, but failed.
"I've had enough, young man, detention for you!" She pulled out a pink slip, scribbled down his
name, and shoved it onto his desk. He growled and pocketed it.
~In Home Ec~
Piccolo looked questioningly at the teacher, Mrs. Doe, and back down to the ingretients he was
supposed to be turning into muffins. He raised his hand.
"Uh...Mrs. Doe?"
She turned and smiled sweetly, "Yes Piccolo?"
"How do we do this again?"
She sweat dropped. "Just look at the directions in front of you."
"Oh...right.." He looked at the sheet of directions. "That.."
He read it and picked up an egg. He tried to hit it as gently as possible against the side of the
bowl, but shattered the shell, causing egg to fly everywhere. 'Why did I take this class again???' he
asked himself, cleaning his face free of egg with his sleeve.
~*~Flashback~*~
"What should I take for my first elective, guys?" Piccolo looked over the table at his two friends.
Vegeta shrugged and continued eating. Goku wiped his mouth off with a napkin.
"I'm taking Home Ec." He said through a mouthful of food.
"What are you taking Vegeta?" Piccolo asked.
"I don't know."
Piccolo sighed and looked at Goku, "Why this class?"
He shrugged "I dunno, I just put it down to get it over with."
"Well I hope I get with you." Piccolo said, marking Home Ec for his first elective.
~*~End~*~
Piccolo sighed and looked at Shin, the guy next to him. "Could you break this egg for me?"
The short, purple teen with a white Mohawk looked up at him. "I can't.."
Piccolo didn't know the guy, he only knew he was the only other kid that had a different color of
skin. "Why not?"
Shin looked up at him again. "I'll break it..." He looked wordlessly back to his own muffinsand squeezed an egg, letting the contents of the shell ooze through his fingers into the bowl.
Piccolo decided to do the same and broke two eggs in that way. He glanced from pouring his
two cups of flower into the bowl at Shin. 'He looks sort of like a girl...but I sense something
about him...' He shrugged and mixed the flower in with a cup of milk.
Piccolo looked around the room at his classmates, all normal humans. He didn't know anyone in this
class and hadn't gotten in Goku's class. He sighed, wishing Karina was in his class. But all
three of the girls, Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Karina, had taken chorus and cheerleading. He shrugged,
'At least shes in most of my other classes.'
He finally finished his batter and poured them as evenly as possible into the muffin pan he had.
He looked at the direction sheet, and turned his own little oven to the right temperature and
waired for it to heat. He put the muffins in and sighed a relieved sigh. He pulled out a book
and read it, waiting for his creation to cook. A while later he glanced at the timer and then
the oven. His eyes went wide. Muffin mix was oozing out of the cracks of the oven.
"Mrs. Doe! What happened to my muffins!?" Piccolo shouted, pointing to the mess.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, hurrying over. "How much yeast did you put in???"
"Uh....eight tablespoons..." He answered.
She snatched his direction sheet up. "That's a three! And tsp. means TEASPOONS!"
"Oops...sorry cooking is not my thing..."
"Obviously not!" she exclaimed, moping up the mess with a wet towel. "I'm sorry Piccolo but,
I'll have to give you a failing score for this."
Piccolo didn't say anything, just let his mouth fall open in shock. "B-but.." He stuttered.
"But nothing...I'm very sorry." Piccolo dropped his head disappointedly.
~In English~
Goku had to struggle to keep his eyes open. He rested his head on his hands, which were propped
up by his elbows. His head started to droop off his hands, the need for sleep over coming him.
He felt a something hit his side and turned to his right. Chi-Chi drew her elbow back, scowling.
"Stay awake!" She hissed through clenched teeth and turned back to the teacher, who was explaining
the assignment.
"But Chi..." He whined in a whisper, "This class makes me so tired." He stifled a yawn with his hand.
"Well theres only two minutes left, you'll make it." she whispered back.
He sighed and tried to let his attention fall on what Mr. Yaun was saying. Instead he found
himself thinking about other things. 'No wonder he's called him Mr. Yaun...he can make you Yawn
easily...' He glanced at Chi-Chi, who was paying attention, her hands folded on her desk.
'She's soooo...preeetty...' he grinned stupidly and yawned. Just as he was settling his head
down on his desk for a nap the bell rang and snapped him awake.
"Great, it's over..." He smiled, gathering his books and back pack.
Once out of class, Chi-Chi at his side, he was getting told off. Her nose was in the air,
her eyes closed, and her scowl in place.
"You really should pay more attention, you know, education is a very important thing! What
will you be when you grow up without a clue of what's going on? A lousy hobo that's what!"
"Aw Chi," Goku smiled, "I'll have a very successful wife to help me." He turned her to him.
She smiled, blushing. He had always teased about them getting married, but had never actually
thought it would happen.
She smirked "Then you can teach our children to be just as mindless as you."
Goku dropped his smile. "Brrr! Who turned off the heat? Someone pay the bill! It's cold in here!"
He grinned widely.
Chi-Chi laughed, "Your such a goofball!"
He just remained grinning that stupid grin and said, "Well at least I'm not Miss Serious."
They walked down the hall and to their lockers.
~Meanwhile~
Karina pilled her math books into her locker. 'I despise that class!!!' she thought angrily.
Suddenly a teen boy with gelled back red hair and a confident smirk leaned on the locker next
to her, his eyes studying her. She slammer her locker shut, looking over at him. 'Well looky
here...another thing I despise.' She turned her head away from him, walking away and succeeding
in slapping his face with her pony tail. He blinked for a moment then, smiling again, he ran and
fell in step with her.
"Hey baby when are we gonna hook up?" He asked in that sly voice of his.
"In your dreams?" She said coldly, nose in the air.
"Aw c'mon babe! Why don't you drop that green, tall freak and hang with me?"
She turned to him stopping, her eyes flashing angrily. "He's not the freak...YOU are."
Karina turned away again, slapping him in the face with her pony tail.
He growled angrily, "Stop doing that!" He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn to him.
With her left hand she grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and with her other hand punched him.
He fell to the floor, holding his cheek in pain.
"Don't touch me!" Karina growled.
A pudgy teacher ran up to them. "Detention! For both of you!" She handed them both pink slips.
~
Goku ran through the hall and turned to the left. He groaned as the bell rang. 'I shouldn't of
stayed so long eating my between class snack at my locker!'he thought. When he got to the door
of his class he peeked in. The teacher, Mr. Swattersworth, was turning to the board. Goku rushed
in, took his seat, and pulled out his math books.
"Mr. Son..." Mr. Swattersworth turned to the class, his penetrating blue eyes studying Goku.
"Your late." Goku tried to smile. Mr. Swattersworth pulled a pink detention slip from his front
pocket. "I believe the punishment is detention." His eyes flashed at Goku as, without looking,
wrote his name down on the slip and handed it to him.
Goku groaned and put his hands to his face miserably. "Aw man..." He whined.
Piccolo, who was sitting behind him, smirked, crossing his arms. Mr. Swattersworth looked over
at him.
"And since you think this is so amusing, Mr. Namek, you can have one too."
Piccolo's jaw practically dropped to his desk. "But that's not-"
"Fair? That's not fair you say?" Mr. Swattersworth scowled heavily, his face twisting with anger
and turning red. "I'll tell you what's not fair! I give the school board 50 years of my life and
I'm still stuck here with all you imbeciles not getting any raise AT ALL! What? Does the Princable
just hate me?"
He dropped to his knees, the whole class watching with wide eyes. "It's not my fault!"
His shoulders went evenly up and down with sobs. "No one understands me!"
Goku glanced over his shoulder at Piccolo and whispered, "Issues..." Piccolo nodded.
Mr. Swattersworth suddenly raised his angry face and glared around at the class. "It YOUR fault!
You never tell the board what a good and kind teacher I am! Never ever never!"
"Uh..." Piccolo spoke up hesitantly, "That's because I haven't learned anything from your classes and
your not kind...just Psycho..." He sweat dropped.
With wider eyes the class watched as Mr. Swattersworth ripped his shirt off, opened the door,
and ran down the hall yelling "Its their fault! Not Mine! Theirs!!!"
Goku raised his eyebrows and turned to Piccolo, "Cool, no more class the rest of the period."
The class cheered and immediately changed places to sit with their friends and started talking.
Goku twirled his index finger in a circle around the side of his head, "Mr. Swattersworth has
serious issues."
Piccolo smirked, "Another one for the psycho bin."
Goku smiled, "That's, what? The third teacher?" They both laughed.
~
The bell rang for lunch and all the students hurried to the cafeteria. The group picked a table
that would easily sit six and put their bags there to save their place until they returned with their
lunches.
A few minutes later they returned. Piccolo had bought some water, Karina a salad, Chi-Chi a soup,
Bulma a noodles bowl, and Goku and Vegeta five trays of today's special "Surprise."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow at one of Goku's trays that had a pile of gloop and a milk on it.
"That looks...nutritious?"
Goku looked up from his second tray, "Aw its not too bad, right Vegeta?" He elbowed Vegeta's arm,
causing Vegeta to smear his own food in his face.
"Oops." Goku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, sweat dropping.
"Kakarot!!!" Vegeta growled, standing. He snatched a napkin and wiped the food from his face.
"Sorry?"
Vegeta grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down a little so they could look eye-to-eye.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried with crossed arms, sounding and looking very much like a mother who had
caught her child doing something naughty.
"Let go of Goku!" She ordered, her blue eyes flashing dangerously.
Vegeta mumbled angrily but, obediently let Goku's shirt collar go.
They both sat down and Goku whispered to Piccolo, grinning, "Good thing Bulma's here to keep Vegeta
in line." Piccolo smirked.
"I heard that!" Vegeta growled through clenched teeth.
"Well," Goku shrugged "You have to admit its true."
Vegeta snarled and went back to eating his food, acting as if nothing had just happened.
Karina and Chi-Chi had been just eating calmly through the whole ordeal. Piccolo finished
off his water.
"Sooo..." Bulma said, trying to make conversation, "What's up?" She knew it was a sorry attempt
but was surprised at the response.
"I have detention." Vegeta, Goku, Piccolo, and Karina said.
Chi-Chi and Bulma blinked. "We don't." They laughed.
Goku pouted out his bottom lip. Piccolo scowled and looked away. Vegeta crossed his arms angrily.
And Karina looked down at her finished salad bowl shamefully.
"It's the first I've ever gotten." She mumbled.
"Aw that's ok, Karina." Bulma smiled.
"Yeah," Chi-Chi smiled and winked, "You'll have Piccolo to keep you company."
Later the bell rang and they separated into small groups to go thier lockers.
Chi-Chi and Bulma were walking down the hall to theirs and discussing what had happened at lunch.
"Those two!" Bulma smiled "Always bickering and fighting!"
Chi-Chi nodded, "I'm sort of surprised they hang out together."
"Yeah, me too." Bulma agreed.
They stopped at thier lockers and dropped thier bagsto the floor infromt of them.
"Of course Vegeta starts most of them." Chi-Chi said casually, putting in her combination.
"What?" Bulma opened her locker, almost hitting Chi-Chi with the door-thing. "Vegeta!?"
"Yes Vegeta. He has such a bad attitude."
Bulma scowled at her friend, "Goku's the one who shoved food in his face."
Chi-Chi glared back and said matter-of-factly, "He just made Vegeta shove his OWN food in his face."
"You always have to calm him down!" Chi-Chi growled, looking Bulma in the eye.
"Well that's because HE cares about ME and will listen to what I say." Bulma said it as if Goku
never pays any attention to Chi-Chi.
"Goku listens to me too! And I bet he cares more about me that Vegeta cares about you! I don't
blame him!" Chi-Chi yelled, a confident smirk on her face.
By now they were both shouting, causing everyone in the hall to look their way.
"How DARE you!" Bulma growled, jumping at Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi caught a handful of Bulma's blue hair and they both fell to the ground. Chi-Chi scrambled
on top of Bulma and pulled her hair, succeeding in making Bulma shriek. Bulma reached for Chi-Chi's
hair, grabbed her nose, and tried to twist it fiercely. Chi-Chi yelped with pain.
"Oooooo chick fight!" A guy said smiling.
Soon everyone, who was circled around the two, were chanting "Fight! Fight!"
Finally, just as Chi-Chi was trying to make Bulma hit her head on a locker, a teacher came and broke
them up.
"Bulma! Chi-Chi! Fighting in the halls like this! Detention for both of you!" The teacher handed them
both a pink slip, which he had written their names on.
"Now I suggest you two apologize and get to class." The teacher stated and walked briskly off.
Bulma and Chi-Chi both felt really stupid. "Chi..I'm sorry." Bulma smiled weakly.
"So am I." Chi-Chi smiled. "If only you could see yourself!"
Bulma's skirt was wrinkled, her stomach now showing. Her lipstick was smeared across her face and
her hair was all frizzy and messed up. Chi-Chi looked the same.
"You should talk!" Bulma said. They both laughed and rushed to the bathroom.
~
The final bell finally rang and the students spilled out into the halls and out of the school
doors. The group met up and walked, side-by-side.
"Well...now both Chi-Chi and I have detention!" Bulma smiled.
"Well at least I wont feel as alone now." Goku grinned.
They all laughed and separated into their couples.
Piccolo flew Karina home and she kissed him on the cheek before disappearing in the door way of her
house. Vegeta flew Bulma home and she did the same. Goku and Chi-Chi walked hand in hand to Chi-Chi's.
When they arrived Chi-Chi turned to Goku and smiled, "I know your hungry, so come to my place and
I'll fix you something to eat."
"Wow! Thanks Chi!" Goku grinned. "That's another reason I want you as my wife! Your cooking is awesome!"
"Thank you, Goku." Chi-Chi winked and led the way in.
"No prob!" Goku followed like a little hungry dog.
~*~