Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death Do We Part ❯ Saturday Detention ( Chapter 7 )
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Author’s Note: OK, I would just like you all to know, that all the teachers names, characters and personalities (not to mention dress sense) are based on real teachers currently at my school, or that I’ve had in the past.
Chapter 7: Saturday Detention
“Beep, beep, beep, beep,” Bulma fumbled for her alarm.
“What the hell is the alarm going off so early for on Saturday morning,” she grumbled. She found the switch and turned off the infernal beeping. She sighed and sat up, leaning her head against the wall.
“Bulma honey?” Bulma’s mum poked her head around the door, her face bleary eyed and sleepy.
“What, Mum?” she asked irritably.
“Why are you getting up so early, honey? It’s Saturday! You don’t have a Saturday detention do you?” Mrs. Briefs gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth. Bulma opened her eyes with a snap and looked frantically at her alarm. Seven thirty! Shit! Her detention was at eight!
“No, Mum but I have to go to Chichi’s house and umm finish my study!” she called, running over to her wardrobe and pulling out her outfit.
“That’s OK then dear. I’ll just go back to sleep.” She shut the door with a snap. Bulma sighed. Some days she was glad her mother was such a ditzy blonde. Bulma threw off her pyjamas and pulled on her pale blue jeans, and pink singlet. She grabbed her pair of pink jandals, and pulled her hair into a rushed ponytail. She sighed and ran downstairs. Bulma cursed herself for sleeping in as she now had no time to eat breakfast, her favourite meal of the day. She flew straight past the bench and out the front door, muttering vaguely about inventing self-cooking breakfast.
“Buggar off,” Vegeta mumbled and rolled over in his bed. The phone rang for three minutes before Vegeta exploded and picked it up.
“What the hell do you want so early in the morning!” he yelled to whoever was on the other end.
“Whoa!” Goku laughed. “I was just asking if you’d remembered your Saturday detention?” Vegeta’s stomach dropped.
“Of course I have, you oaf! What do you take me for?” he snapped back.
“Sorry, I was just making sure! Oh well, have fun.” He hung up the phone. Vegeta threw it back on the receiver not caring if he missed. He pulled off his boxers and grabbed the cleanest pair of pants, boxers and shirt he could find on his bedroom floor. Doing his own laundry sucked, but he’d have to do it when he got back. Five minutes later, he flew down the stairs, grabbing three bits of toast and running out the door. He climbed into his car and took off, exceeding the speed limit by about fifty kilometres.
He pulled into the almost deserted school car park with two minutes left until his detention started. He launched himself out of the car and ran to the admin block, calling back ‘lock!’ to his car. He heard the beep and sped up.
Bulma pulled up just in time to see Vegeta disappear into the admin block.
“Shit,” she muttered, “I didn’t think he would remember.” She sighed and closed the door, before locking the car. She followed Vegeta to the admin block and then proceeded to make her way to C Block.
She pushed open the door to the detention room and saw to her horror that she and Vegeta were the only two who had a Saturday detention. She moaned and stepped inside.
Vegeta heard her enter but didn’t bother looking around or greeting her. He sat emotionless as she took a seat next to him.
“Vegeta?” she asked hesitantly. He ignored her. “Vegeta yesterday when you said don’t get any ideas, what did you mean?”
“I mean that don’t think I could ever fall for you, ugly wench. I’m too good for a common whore like you. Even you being in my presence is an honour.” His voice was cold and quite full of hatred. Bulma opened her mouth but no word’s seemed to come out.
“I didn’t, what made you, why did you think that?” she finally managed. He turned for the first time to look at her.
“Did your harpy friend, that wench of Kakarot’s tell you what youdid to me?” he spat. Bulma could tell he was totally disgusted.
“N-n-no,” she squeaked quietly. Vegeta turned away.
“Well I’m not going to tell you either, it’s too harmful for your delicate ears,” he snarled. Bulma was about to retort when Mrs. Rixan, the detention teacher walked in. She glared at Bulma and Vegeta. Her short, dark, curly hair was tight with hair spray and she had on a black dress so short it almost showed her underwear. It showed cleavage at the front and was strapless. Her back was visible down so far it almost counted as indecent exposure. She was wearing black pantyhose, and clunky black high heels. Bulma looked over at Vegeta and almost laughed out loud at the look of total disgust on his face.
Mrs. Rixan placed the black book she always carried with her and put it on the desk at the front of the classroom.
“OK, you two. This is supposed to be a detention but it’s the first weekend back and I really can’t be bothered with you immature little teenagers. Therefore, I will sit up the front of the class doing whatever I wish, and you two will write down what caused you to be put on this detention.” Bulma groaned but Vegeta was shocked. He liked to keep count of his Saturday detentions and right now he was the record holder. This would be his one hundred and twenty seventh Saturday detention at high school. In all the detentions he had had, none had ever been this cruisy. There was one, which stuck out vividly in his mind, when it had not been Mrs. Rixan taking the detentions, but the big fat art teacher, Mrs. Jaycee. He had been forced to wait on her hand and foot all Saturday. This was nothing compared to what he had been asked to do previously. And he could probably get Bulma in a lot of trouble as well.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Hey, Chi?” Chichi sighed.
”Goku, this is my private phone line. Who else would it be?” Goku laughed.
”Sorry! I guess I just forgot. I was just thinking that we should probably go down to the police station and see what they found out about that stuff we gave them. Or that weird, pierced guy.” Chichi frowned.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. They never got back to us. When did we go and see them? Must’ve been about Wednesday. OK, can you come and pick me up in….. twenty minutes?” Goku nodded, then realised Chichi couldn’t see him and said,
“Sure, just don’t take too long, I have to get some food as well and Mum and Dad have none left!” he whined. Chichi laughed as she climbed out of bed.
“OK, my treat. You can choose where we go, just as long as you don’t taketoo long to eat it! OK?”
“Oh, yeah! Great! Thanks Chi!” She laughed.
”OK, Goku. I’ll see you shortly.”
“Bye, Chi!” The phone went dead. Chichi chucked it back at the hook and strode across to her wardrobe, searching frantically for something that she could wear to the police station without being pulled up for. She settled for her red cotton bootlegs and white halter-neck. She pulled her hair into a tight bun.
Eighteen minutes later, Chichi stumbled out the front door, grabbing her wallet on the way. She slid into the car next to Goku. He leant over and kissed her hello. She grinned as they took off.
“Are you glad to see me or was that just because I’m buying you breakfast?” she laughed. Goku looked offended.
“Are you saying food comes before the people I love?”
“I’d believe it some days!” she joked back. Goku however didn’t get the joke side.
“Really, Chi? Wow, I’m sorry if I made you think that but,” he stopped because Chichi was in hysterics. “Er, Chi?” She just kept laughing.
“Goku, I was joking!” she cried. He went brick red and turned back to the road. “Don’t worry, Goku. That’s why I love you. Anyway, where are we going for breakfast?”
“Mc Donald’s,” Goku replied, just as a giant M appeared in front of them. Goku was just about to drive through the Drive Thru, when Chichi stopped him.
“Er, Goku. With the amount of food you eat, I think it’d be safer to actually goinside the restaurant.” Goku grinned apologetically and turned the car towards the parks, sliding into an almost too small space. Chichi sucked in her stomach and slid out the tiny space that her door would open. She sighed frustratedly. “Goku, could you have parked any closer to the other cars?”
“Sorry, Chi. But I’m starving!” She laughed and walked over to him. Goku slipped his arm around her waist and she leant her head on his shoulder. The door tinkled as Goku pushed it open and they approached the counter.
“Hello, sir and missus. How may I help you?” asked a short fat man. Goku looked up at the menu.
“Er, I’d advise you to close the store, Goku’ll eat you out of house and home.” The guy laughed.
“I assure you, miss. We have plenty of food here.” Chichi sighed but let it pass. He would find out soon enough.
“OK, I’m ready to order. I’ll have three western omelette bagels, seven cream and jam bagels, fifteen hash browns, nine hot chocolates, twenty bacon and egg mc muffins, fifteen sausage and egg mc muffins,” Goku continued listing his order while Chichi watched with satisfaction as the attendant’s face fell more and more as Goku’s multi million dollar breakfast grew bigger. Goku finally finished and the assistant almost looked nauseous.
“OK,” he said weakly, “that comes to four hundred and ninety two dollars, seventy five cents.” Chichi sighed and opened her wallet, handing Goku five one hundred dollar bills. She took Goku out for a meal occasionally and used her inheritance from her grandparents to pay for it.
“Thanks, Chi.” Goku said, before throwing the money at the man and taking three trays. Chichi looked at the man.
“Like I said, you’d better close the restaurant. Just bring the stuff to him as you get it ready OK?” The man nodded weakly and Chichi picked up two trays and headed back to Goku. He was already through one and a half trays. “Goku, you never cease to amaze me.” He laughed through a bacon and egg mc muffin and Chichi turned away to avoid watching him eat. She wondered how Bulma’s Saturday detention was going.
“Yes he is. 18 right? I’ll just go and get him for you.”
“Thanks.” Mr. Tashi put the receiver down and called Krillin from the breakfast table.
“Aye-een?” he asked.
“Krillin, it’s rude to answer the phone, WITH A MOUTH FULL OF FOOD!” she yelled. He swallowed.
“Sorry, I was part way through breakfast.” 18 calmed down.
“OK, whatever. I was just wondering, are you doing anything today?”
“No, why?”
“Well everyone else is out, Bulma and Vegeta have Saturday detentions and Chichi’s mum said something about her being at the police station with Goku about Bulma’s spiked drink so……”
“Sure, that sounds great. Where could we go?”
“Umm well I really want to go and see the new Lord of the Rings movie. It looks really awesome.”
“Sure, sounds great. The screenings were at 10.30, 11, 1.30, 3.30, 5.30, 7 and 8.30.”
“OK, how ‘bout the 1.30 one? That way we can walk around town before it and have lunch, then see the movie?”
“Sure. I’ll pick you up at about 10.30?” 18 glanced at her watch. It was nine o’clock.
“Sure, I’ll be ready then.”
“OK. Bye.”
“See ya.”
“Bye.” The phone went dead. 18 hurried over to her wardrobe to pick out some clothes. She sighed when she looked at her selection.
“Maybe I should buy some new clothes in town, too,” she mumbled.
“Screw this,” he mumbled before picking up the phone and dialling Bulma’s number.
“Hello?” asked a sleepy voice on the other end.
“Hi, Mrs. Briefs? Is Bulma there please?”
“Is that you, Yamcha? No she’s not sorry; she left early this morning to go to Chichi’s. I’ll get her to call you when she gets back.”
“Oh, no don’t worry. In fact don’t even tell her I called, I’ll ring her later.”
“OK, dear. Bye.” She hung up the phone, as did Yamcha, and then he sunk back onto his bed.
“Bulma, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. He looked onto his dresser where the photo of him and Bulma was. He picked it up and looked at Bulma. She looked so happy. “I can’t believe I brought this on myself,” he muttered before sliding down the wall back into his bed.
Saturday 6th February 2002
Saturday Detention Explanation
I was coming back from the lunch line, when I saw Vegeta being a dick to this kid so I stood up for him and Vegeta flung this food in my face then I picked up my friend’s plate and threw it at him. Someone yelled food fight and so everyone started throwing food. Then Vegeta grabbed Goku’s food and shoved it down my front. I started screaming and swearing when Mr. Boosh grabbed me and took Vegeta and I to Mr. Doryth’s office and gave me this crappy Saturday detention.
Bulma
Bulma sighed. If that wasn’t good enough, she didn’t care. It was nine fifteen; she only had three quarters of an hour left so she couldn’t care less.
Vegeta looked down at his paper and smirked satisfactorily. This shitty Saturday detention
I’m talking to this kid and the stupid wench Bulma comes over and starts abusing me, then flings some of that shit you school people call food at me. I chucked some back and someone yelled food fight. Bulma came over and slapped me, so I chucked some food down her front. She started screaming then Mr. Boosh showed up and took her and I away to Mr. Doryth who gave me this crappy, shit detention that I have been in one hundred and twenty six times and makes no difference to me. It’s nine fifteen so you’ve got three quarters of an hour before I split this shithole. Have a happy life, coz I will.
Vegeta
He smirked again and screwed up the paper then chucked it at Mrs. Rixan. It hit her squarely in the forehead, and she glared at him. She did nothing else however, but proceeded to open his letter and read it. She said nothing, but put the letter on the desk. No sooner had she looked away, another piece of paper hit her in the head. Mrs. Rixan growled and opened this. She read Bulma’s letter, then glared at Bulma.
“How dare you throw paper at me, Mrs. Briefs?” she yelled. Bulma opened her mouth to say Vegeta did it first, but he smirked.
“I’m too good looking for her to resist, wench. You have no charm. Have a nice life,” he snarled before stalking out of the room. Mrs. Rixan glared at Bulma before saying,
“Get out of here before I give you detention next Saturday.” Bulma gulped and ran for the door.
She spotted Vegeta, about nine paces ahead of her. She ran up behind him and hit him around the head. Vegeta snarled and turned around.
“What the hell do you want, bitch?” she glared.
‘Damn he looks sexy when he’s angry,’ Bulma thought. ‘Shit, what am I thinking! This is Vegeta here! He’s the reason you’re even at school on Saturday!’ Bulma quickly shook the thoughts from her head.
“For getting me a Saturday detention,” she spat, before striding past him and stalking out the door of the admin block and into the car park.
Vegeta watched her go. He had to admit, she had a nice ass.
“Pity she’s such a bitch,” he mumbled, before following her to the car park.
“Which evidence is this?”
“Erm, two bottles of Archers and some packets ofpowder and some pills, it was to do with the spiking of Bulma Brief’s drink.” The guy started typing. Chichi bit her lip, waiting. The police officer smiled.
“Using the evidence you two brought in, we have apprehended the person spiking the drinks, he has been charged, and also abolished a drug ring. Thankyou very much you two, you won’t have to worry about that guy anymore.” Chichi smiled.
“Thankyou, sir.” Chichi and Goku walked out of the police station hand in hand. As they were about to get into the car, Chichi hugged Goku tightly. “I’m so happy! We should go and tell Bulma!”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, peeling Chichi off him and getting into the car. Chichi clambered in next to him. Goku turned on the ignition, and they drove out of the police car park. They turned a corner, and headed for Capsule Corp.
Author’s Note: Sorry, I couldn’t resist bringing Lord of the Rings into it; I enjoyed that movie so much! Peter Jackson isa legend!
Kaibun
Author’s Note: OK, I would just like you all to know, that all the teachers names, characters and personalities (not to mention dress sense) are based on real teachers currently at my school, or that I’ve had in the past.
Chapter 7: Saturday Detention
“Beep, beep, beep, beep,” Bulma fumbled for her alarm.
“What the hell is the alarm going off so early for on Saturday morning,” she grumbled. She found the switch and turned off the infernal beeping. She sighed and sat up, leaning her head against the wall.
“Bulma honey?” Bulma’s mum poked her head around the door, her face bleary eyed and sleepy.
“What, Mum?” she asked irritably.
“Why are you getting up so early, honey? It’s Saturday! You don’t have a Saturday detention do you?” Mrs. Briefs gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth. Bulma opened her eyes with a snap and looked frantically at her alarm. Seven thirty! Shit! Her detention was at eight!
“No, Mum but I have to go to Chichi’s house and umm finish my study!” she called, running over to her wardrobe and pulling out her outfit.
“That’s OK then dear. I’ll just go back to sleep.” She shut the door with a snap. Bulma sighed. Some days she was glad her mother was such a ditzy blonde. Bulma threw off her pyjamas and pulled on her pale blue jeans, and pink singlet. She grabbed her pair of pink jandals, and pulled her hair into a rushed ponytail. She sighed and ran downstairs. Bulma cursed herself for sleeping in as she now had no time to eat breakfast, her favourite meal of the day. She flew straight past the bench and out the front door, muttering vaguely about inventing self-cooking breakfast.
“Buggar off,” Vegeta mumbled and rolled over in his bed. The phone rang for three minutes before Vegeta exploded and picked it up.
“What the hell do you want so early in the morning!” he yelled to whoever was on the other end.
“Whoa!” Goku laughed. “I was just asking if you’d remembered your Saturday detention?” Vegeta’s stomach dropped.
“Of course I have, you oaf! What do you take me for?” he snapped back.
“Sorry, I was just making sure! Oh well, have fun.” He hung up the phone. Vegeta threw it back on the receiver not caring if he missed. He pulled off his boxers and grabbed the cleanest pair of pants, boxers and shirt he could find on his bedroom floor. Doing his own laundry sucked, but he’d have to do it when he got back. Five minutes later, he flew down the stairs, grabbing three bits of toast and running out the door. He climbed into his car and took off, exceeding the speed limit by about fifty kilometres.
He pulled into the almost deserted school car park with two minutes left until his detention started. He launched himself out of the car and ran to the admin block, calling back ‘lock!’ to his car. He heard the beep and sped up.
Bulma pulled up just in time to see Vegeta disappear into the admin block.
“Shit,” she muttered, “I didn’t think he would remember.” She sighed and closed the door, before locking the car. She followed Vegeta to the admin block and then proceeded to make her way to C Block.
She pushed open the door to the detention room and saw to her horror that she and Vegeta were the only two who had a Saturday detention. She moaned and stepped inside.
Vegeta heard her enter but didn’t bother looking around or greeting her. He sat emotionless as she took a seat next to him.
“Vegeta?” she asked hesitantly. He ignored her. “Vegeta yesterday when you said don’t get any ideas, what did you mean?”
“I mean that don’t think I could ever fall for you, ugly wench. I’m too good for a common whore like you. Even you being in my presence is an honour.” His voice was cold and quite full of hatred. Bulma opened her mouth but no word’s seemed to come out.
“I didn’t, what made you, why did you think that?” she finally managed. He turned for the first time to look at her.
“Did your harpy friend, that wench of Kakarot’s tell you what youdid to me?” he spat. Bulma could tell he was totally disgusted.
“N-n-no,” she squeaked quietly. Vegeta turned away.
“Well I’m not going to tell you either, it’s too harmful for your delicate ears,” he snarled. Bulma was about to retort when Mrs. Rixan, the detention teacher walked in. She glared at Bulma and Vegeta. Her short, dark, curly hair was tight with hair spray and she had on a black dress so short it almost showed her underwear. It showed cleavage at the front and was strapless. Her back was visible down so far it almost counted as indecent exposure. She was wearing black pantyhose, and clunky black high heels. Bulma looked over at Vegeta and almost laughed out loud at the look of total disgust on his face.
Mrs. Rixan placed the black book she always carried with her and put it on the desk at the front of the classroom.
“OK, you two. This is supposed to be a detention but it’s the first weekend back and I really can’t be bothered with you immature little teenagers. Therefore, I will sit up the front of the class doing whatever I wish, and you two will write down what caused you to be put on this detention.” Bulma groaned but Vegeta was shocked. He liked to keep count of his Saturday detentions and right now he was the record holder. This would be his one hundred and twenty seventh Saturday detention at high school. In all the detentions he had had, none had ever been this cruisy. There was one, which stuck out vividly in his mind, when it had not been Mrs. Rixan taking the detentions, but the big fat art teacher, Mrs. Jaycee. He had been forced to wait on her hand and foot all Saturday. This was nothing compared to what he had been asked to do previously. And he could probably get Bulma in a lot of trouble as well.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Hey, Chi?” Chichi sighed.
”Goku, this is my private phone line. Who else would it be?” Goku laughed.
”Sorry! I guess I just forgot. I was just thinking that we should probably go down to the police station and see what they found out about that stuff we gave them. Or that weird, pierced guy.” Chichi frowned.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. They never got back to us. When did we go and see them? Must’ve been about Wednesday. OK, can you come and pick me up in….. twenty minutes?” Goku nodded, then realised Chichi couldn’t see him and said,
“Sure, just don’t take too long, I have to get some food as well and Mum and Dad have none left!” he whined. Chichi laughed as she climbed out of bed.
“OK, my treat. You can choose where we go, just as long as you don’t taketoo long to eat it! OK?”
“Oh, yeah! Great! Thanks Chi!” She laughed.
”OK, Goku. I’ll see you shortly.”
“Bye, Chi!” The phone went dead. Chichi chucked it back at the hook and strode across to her wardrobe, searching frantically for something that she could wear to the police station without being pulled up for. She settled for her red cotton bootlegs and white halter-neck. She pulled her hair into a tight bun.
Eighteen minutes later, Chichi stumbled out the front door, grabbing her wallet on the way. She slid into the car next to Goku. He leant over and kissed her hello. She grinned as they took off.
“Are you glad to see me or was that just because I’m buying you breakfast?” she laughed. Goku looked offended.
“Are you saying food comes before the people I love?”
“I’d believe it some days!” she joked back. Goku however didn’t get the joke side.
“Really, Chi? Wow, I’m sorry if I made you think that but,” he stopped because Chichi was in hysterics. “Er, Chi?” She just kept laughing.
“Goku, I was joking!” she cried. He went brick red and turned back to the road. “Don’t worry, Goku. That’s why I love you. Anyway, where are we going for breakfast?”
“Mc Donald’s,” Goku replied, just as a giant M appeared in front of them. Goku was just about to drive through the Drive Thru, when Chichi stopped him.
“Er, Goku. With the amount of food you eat, I think it’d be safer to actually goinside the restaurant.” Goku grinned apologetically and turned the car towards the parks, sliding into an almost too small space. Chichi sucked in her stomach and slid out the tiny space that her door would open. She sighed frustratedly. “Goku, could you have parked any closer to the other cars?”
“Sorry, Chi. But I’m starving!” She laughed and walked over to him. Goku slipped his arm around her waist and she leant her head on his shoulder. The door tinkled as Goku pushed it open and they approached the counter.
“Hello, sir and missus. How may I help you?” asked a short fat man. Goku looked up at the menu.
“Er, I’d advise you to close the store, Goku’ll eat you out of house and home.” The guy laughed.
“I assure you, miss. We have plenty of food here.” Chichi sighed but let it pass. He would find out soon enough.
“OK, I’m ready to order. I’ll have three western omelette bagels, seven cream and jam bagels, fifteen hash browns, nine hot chocolates, twenty bacon and egg mc muffins, fifteen sausage and egg mc muffins,” Goku continued listing his order while Chichi watched with satisfaction as the attendant’s face fell more and more as Goku’s multi million dollar breakfast grew bigger. Goku finally finished and the assistant almost looked nauseous.
“OK,” he said weakly, “that comes to four hundred and ninety two dollars, seventy five cents.” Chichi sighed and opened her wallet, handing Goku five one hundred dollar bills. She took Goku out for a meal occasionally and used her inheritance from her grandparents to pay for it.
“Thanks, Chi.” Goku said, before throwing the money at the man and taking three trays. Chichi looked at the man.
“Like I said, you’d better close the restaurant. Just bring the stuff to him as you get it ready OK?” The man nodded weakly and Chichi picked up two trays and headed back to Goku. He was already through one and a half trays. “Goku, you never cease to amaze me.” He laughed through a bacon and egg mc muffin and Chichi turned away to avoid watching him eat. She wondered how Bulma’s Saturday detention was going.
“Yes he is. 18 right? I’ll just go and get him for you.”
“Thanks.” Mr. Tashi put the receiver down and called Krillin from the breakfast table.
“Aye-een?” he asked.
“Krillin, it’s rude to answer the phone, WITH A MOUTH FULL OF FOOD!” she yelled. He swallowed.
“Sorry, I was part way through breakfast.” 18 calmed down.
“OK, whatever. I was just wondering, are you doing anything today?”
“No, why?”
“Well everyone else is out, Bulma and Vegeta have Saturday detentions and Chichi’s mum said something about her being at the police station with Goku about Bulma’s spiked drink so……”
“Sure, that sounds great. Where could we go?”
“Umm well I really want to go and see the new Lord of the Rings movie. It looks really awesome.”
“Sure, sounds great. The screenings were at 10.30, 11, 1.30, 3.30, 5.30, 7 and 8.30.”
“OK, how ‘bout the 1.30 one? That way we can walk around town before it and have lunch, then see the movie?”
“Sure. I’ll pick you up at about 10.30?” 18 glanced at her watch. It was nine o’clock.
“Sure, I’ll be ready then.”
“OK. Bye.”
“See ya.”
“Bye.” The phone went dead. 18 hurried over to her wardrobe to pick out some clothes. She sighed when she looked at her selection.
“Maybe I should buy some new clothes in town, too,” she mumbled.
“Screw this,” he mumbled before picking up the phone and dialling Bulma’s number.
“Hello?” asked a sleepy voice on the other end.
“Hi, Mrs. Briefs? Is Bulma there please?”
“Is that you, Yamcha? No she’s not sorry; she left early this morning to go to Chichi’s. I’ll get her to call you when she gets back.”
“Oh, no don’t worry. In fact don’t even tell her I called, I’ll ring her later.”
“OK, dear. Bye.” She hung up the phone, as did Yamcha, and then he sunk back onto his bed.
“Bulma, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. He looked onto his dresser where the photo of him and Bulma was. He picked it up and looked at Bulma. She looked so happy. “I can’t believe I brought this on myself,” he muttered before sliding down the wall back into his bed.
Saturday 6th February 2002
Saturday Detention Explanation
I was coming back from the lunch line, when I saw Vegeta being a dick to this kid so I stood up for him and Vegeta flung this food in my face then I picked up my friend’s plate and threw it at him. Someone yelled food fight and so everyone started throwing food. Then Vegeta grabbed Goku’s food and shoved it down my front. I started screaming and swearing when Mr. Boosh grabbed me and took Vegeta and I to Mr. Doryth’s office and gave me this crappy Saturday detention.
Bulma
Bulma sighed. If that wasn’t good enough, she didn’t care. It was nine fifteen; she only had three quarters of an hour left so she couldn’t care less.
Vegeta looked down at his paper and smirked satisfactorily. This shitty Saturday detention
I’m talking to this kid and the stupid wench Bulma comes over and starts abusing me, then flings some of that shit you school people call food at me. I chucked some back and someone yelled food fight. Bulma came over and slapped me, so I chucked some food down her front. She started screaming then Mr. Boosh showed up and took her and I away to Mr. Doryth who gave me this crappy, shit detention that I have been in one hundred and twenty six times and makes no difference to me. It’s nine fifteen so you’ve got three quarters of an hour before I split this shithole. Have a happy life, coz I will.
Vegeta
He smirked again and screwed up the paper then chucked it at Mrs. Rixan. It hit her squarely in the forehead, and she glared at him. She did nothing else however, but proceeded to open his letter and read it. She said nothing, but put the letter on the desk. No sooner had she looked away, another piece of paper hit her in the head. Mrs. Rixan growled and opened this. She read Bulma’s letter, then glared at Bulma.
“How dare you throw paper at me, Mrs. Briefs?” she yelled. Bulma opened her mouth to say Vegeta did it first, but he smirked.
“I’m too good looking for her to resist, wench. You have no charm. Have a nice life,” he snarled before stalking out of the room. Mrs. Rixan glared at Bulma before saying,
“Get out of here before I give you detention next Saturday.” Bulma gulped and ran for the door.
She spotted Vegeta, about nine paces ahead of her. She ran up behind him and hit him around the head. Vegeta snarled and turned around.
“What the hell do you want, bitch?” she glared.
‘Damn he looks sexy when he’s angry,’ Bulma thought. ‘Shit, what am I thinking! This is Vegeta here! He’s the reason you’re even at school on Saturday!’ Bulma quickly shook the thoughts from her head.
“For getting me a Saturday detention,” she spat, before striding past him and stalking out the door of the admin block and into the car park.
Vegeta watched her go. He had to admit, she had a nice ass.
“Pity she’s such a bitch,” he mumbled, before following her to the car park.
“Which evidence is this?”
“Erm, two bottles of Archers and some packets ofpowder and some pills, it was to do with the spiking of Bulma Brief’s drink.” The guy started typing. Chichi bit her lip, waiting. The police officer smiled.
“Using the evidence you two brought in, we have apprehended the person spiking the drinks, he has been charged, and also abolished a drug ring. Thankyou very much you two, you won’t have to worry about that guy anymore.” Chichi smiled.
“Thankyou, sir.” Chichi and Goku walked out of the police station hand in hand. As they were about to get into the car, Chichi hugged Goku tightly. “I’m so happy! We should go and tell Bulma!”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, peeling Chichi off him and getting into the car. Chichi clambered in next to him. Goku turned on the ignition, and they drove out of the police car park. They turned a corner, and headed for Capsule Corp.
Author’s Note: Sorry, I couldn’t resist bringing Lord of the Rings into it; I enjoyed that movie so much! Peter Jackson is a legend!
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