DBZ college
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,336
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
prologue
This is my first fic, so go easy if your going to reveiw.
DISCLAIMER ~.~ I am in NO way associated, or affiliated with Akira Toriyama, and wish i were...
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Vegeta looked at the clock. 11:47. A small growl escaped his throat, but he managed to smile. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, looking
back at his own paper. He quickly wrote down the answer, looking back at his partner’s paper. Thank god for having her sitting right next to him. Her
blue straight hair was blocking the answer to number 12, but he didn’t care. As long as he had the other answers, he was good. He quickly looked
back at his own, copying down the answer. He repeated this several times, finally managing to copy the last answer down. The bell rang right as he
finished. He gave a deep sigh, smiling to himself, he turned in his paper. He opened the door, walking down the hall.
Behind him, a young woman exited as well. She had shoulder length blue straight hair. She wore a skirt that fell to her knees, and a white top
shirt that didn’t quite hide her developed body under it. Her light blue eyes searched the corridor, as she smirked at her friend that had just exited the
class room. Vegeta sighed a breath of relief. He felt a heavy thump on his shoulder. He turned around, keeping his guard up a little. “Chill out man,
seriously. It’s just me” a tall figure with a well built figure and spiky long hair said. His hair draped a little over his eyes, as Vegeta rolled his eyes.
“Idiot” Vegeta said, gruffly, continuing walking down the hall. “So, that test was hard, wasn’t it?” Goku said, following. Vegeta grunted,
stopping by his locker. “It wasn’t that hard. The answers practically came to me” Vegeta said, as he didn’t entirely lie. He walked back into hall of
moving bodies, as he opened the heavy door. “Hey Vegeta?” Goku said from behind him. “What kakorot?” Vegeta asked him, angrily. “Could you hurry it
up? I’m kinda hungry” Gout said, an idiotic expression on his face. “You’re always hungry, moron’ Vegeta replied, sitting down on a table. Goku sat next
to him, as a herd of teens moved to the same table as them.
“Okay. Chi, this is yours” a soft, sultry voice said, as she handed out a plate of spaghetti. “Juu, this is yours” she said, handing out another
plate, this one a salad. “krill, here you are” she said, handing out a hot dog. “Goku, this one here is yours.” The plate handed out was infinitely bigger
than the others, and was piled with food until the top. “Tien and Launch, this is yours” she said, giving both of them a plate of hamburgers and
fries. “And this ones mine” she said, putting down a plate of salad. The same blue haired woman as before sat down, and began eating. “And mine…?”
Vegeta asked, his anger barely containing him. “This ones yours” she said, ice in her voice, as she almost threw a plate at him similar to Goku’s. “Now,
where’s Yamcha?” she said, looking around the simmering cafeteria.
Vegeta snorted. “Where do you think? Where is he EVERYDAY? I don’t even know why you even put up with that buffoon. He’s cheating you.
He has a new girlfriend every week. How that doesn’t enter into your developed head amazes me. Everyday he comes in late, you ask him why he’s
late, and he gives the same excuse everyday. He always saying ‘Oh…I was helping out one of my teachers’ or ‘My books fell’ or ‘I was just finishing
some class work’. It’s routine” Vegeta said, wrestling with a hamburger. Bulma stared angrily at him, as Goku reached into his bag, pulling out a pair of
ear muffs.
“Okay Mr. know-it-all. We’ll see. From now on, you can just pay for you’re own food” Bulma told him, struggling to keep her cool. “You watch.
He’ll come in right now; his hair messed up, lipstick on his face, waving to a girl as she walks by him, with his cheeks hot. ” Vegeta retorted, finishing
his ham burger shoving another one in his mouth. Bulma’s temper rose to a new level, as Goku put the ear muffs on, inching away from her. “How DARE
you! How could you even think of that?” Bulma said her battle with her patience loosing. “Well, I’m actually with veg-head on this one” Juuhachigou
said, looking straight at Bulma. “not you too Juu?” Bulma said, looking questionably at Juuhachigou. “Yes me too.” Was the only reply that escaped
her.
~.~
Ok, my part's done. Now it's your turn. Send in reveiws, and let me know what i can improve
DISCLAIMER ~.~ I am in NO way associated, or affiliated with Akira Toriyama, and wish i were...
~.1.~
Vegeta looked at the clock. 11:47. A small growl escaped his throat, but he managed to smile. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, looking
back at his own paper. He quickly wrote down the answer, looking back at his partner’s paper. Thank god for having her sitting right next to him. Her
blue straight hair was blocking the answer to number 12, but he didn’t care. As long as he had the other answers, he was good. He quickly looked
back at his own, copying down the answer. He repeated this several times, finally managing to copy the last answer down. The bell rang right as he
finished. He gave a deep sigh, smiling to himself, he turned in his paper. He opened the door, walking down the hall.
Behind him, a young woman exited as well. She had shoulder length blue straight hair. She wore a skirt that fell to her knees, and a white top
shirt that didn’t quite hide her developed body under it. Her light blue eyes searched the corridor, as she smirked at her friend that had just exited the
class room. Vegeta sighed a breath of relief. He felt a heavy thump on his shoulder. He turned around, keeping his guard up a little. “Chill out man,
seriously. It’s just me” a tall figure with a well built figure and spiky long hair said. His hair draped a little over his eyes, as Vegeta rolled his eyes.
“Idiot” Vegeta said, gruffly, continuing walking down the hall. “So, that test was hard, wasn’t it?” Goku said, following. Vegeta grunted,
stopping by his locker. “It wasn’t that hard. The answers practically came to me” Vegeta said, as he didn’t entirely lie. He walked back into hall of
moving bodies, as he opened the heavy door. “Hey Vegeta?” Goku said from behind him. “What kakorot?” Vegeta asked him, angrily. “Could you hurry it
up? I’m kinda hungry” Gout said, an idiotic expression on his face. “You’re always hungry, moron’ Vegeta replied, sitting down on a table. Goku sat next
to him, as a herd of teens moved to the same table as them.
“Okay. Chi, this is yours” a soft, sultry voice said, as she handed out a plate of spaghetti. “Juu, this is yours” she said, handing out another
plate, this one a salad. “krill, here you are” she said, handing out a hot dog. “Goku, this one here is yours.” The plate handed out was infinitely bigger
than the others, and was piled with food until the top. “Tien and Launch, this is yours” she said, giving both of them a plate of hamburgers and
fries. “And this ones mine” she said, putting down a plate of salad. The same blue haired woman as before sat down, and began eating. “And mine…?”
Vegeta asked, his anger barely containing him. “This ones yours” she said, ice in her voice, as she almost threw a plate at him similar to Goku’s. “Now,
where’s Yamcha?” she said, looking around the simmering cafeteria.
Vegeta snorted. “Where do you think? Where is he EVERYDAY? I don’t even know why you even put up with that buffoon. He’s cheating you.
He has a new girlfriend every week. How that doesn’t enter into your developed head amazes me. Everyday he comes in late, you ask him why he’s
late, and he gives the same excuse everyday. He always saying ‘Oh…I was helping out one of my teachers’ or ‘My books fell’ or ‘I was just finishing
some class work’. It’s routine” Vegeta said, wrestling with a hamburger. Bulma stared angrily at him, as Goku reached into his bag, pulling out a pair of
ear muffs.
“Okay Mr. know-it-all. We’ll see. From now on, you can just pay for you’re own food” Bulma told him, struggling to keep her cool. “You watch.
He’ll come in right now; his hair messed up, lipstick on his face, waving to a girl as she walks by him, with his cheeks hot. ” Vegeta retorted, finishing
his ham burger shoving another one in his mouth. Bulma’s temper rose to a new level, as Goku put the ear muffs on, inching away from her. “How DARE
you! How could you even think of that?” Bulma said her battle with her patience loosing. “Well, I’m actually with veg-head on this one” Juuhachigou
said, looking straight at Bulma. “not you too Juu?” Bulma said, looking questionably at Juuhachigou. “Yes me too.” Was the only reply that escaped
her.
~.~
Ok, my part's done. Now it's your turn. Send in reveiws, and let me know what i can improve