Chapter 9 is finally here. I’m going to try to make this longer than usual to make up for not writing for so long.

Ps. I don’t own The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien.

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“What?” Vegita looked up at the round, large face of Ms. Robelard.

“I said, read this passage!” she growled, thrusting a pudgy finger at a page from the book. Vegita rolled his eyes. Damn, no need to get all pissy about it.

“Fine. ‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.’…Hobbit hole or not, only an idiot would think of living in such primitive ways.”

His eyes widened as a ruler was slammed next to his hand. Humans were rather violent here…

“Mr. Saiya-Jin! I have had it with your behavior!” the teacher yelled, appearing as if any minute now she would start frothing at the mouth.

“Yea, so you’ve said…many times now.” Vegita retorted, yawning.

“Go stand in the corner and think of what you have done!”

“What ‘have’ I done, if you don’t mind me asking?” the Prince asked in a mock innocent way.

A vein popped up on Ms. Robelard’s neck. Then another. Soon, veins decorated her forehead and neck like some sick, twisted jewelry. Her face turned purple, eye’s bulging out.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” she screamed, hair all…frizzy and flying all over the place.

“….Uh…yea. That’s what I asked. “ answered Vegita, seriously freaked out. Was it normal for an Earthlings face to turn that color? And…why was it blue now?

Suddenly, Ms. Robelard fell to the floor with a loud ‘thump’, the vibration making a flower vase shake on her desk. She lay there, twitching and wriggling around like a worm.

Meanwhile, all the kids sat at their desk’s, not knowing what to do. On one hand, they hated the mean teacher, and pretty much wanted her dead, or at least indisposed of. On the other, however, they could get grounded for two, maybe three weeks for not getting help. Oh, decisions, decisions. What to do?

“Eeeek! Help! Someone get the nurse!”

Yep. That would be Bulma. She jumped out of her seat and ran over to the still twitching woman. Sure, she didn’t like her either, but come on now, her allowance might get cut in half!

One girl in the back row raced out the door and down the hall. Minutes later, a frantic looking nurse ran in, a stethoscope clutched tightly in her hand.

“Back away! BACK AWAY! GIVE HER SOME SPACE!” she screeched, totally ignoring the fact that the children were still at their desks, and that Ms. Robelard was laying by her lonesome, the nearest thing near her being a cracked apple that fell off her desk six feet away.

The nurse knelt down besides the blob of a teacher and took her pusle, checking her over. Two minutes later she stood up and pumped her fist in the air, declaring dramatically,

“This woman has had….” she paused for a moment of silence, “…..a STROKE!”

She was then promptly met with the blank gazes of many a child.

“A what now?” one kid asked.

“Did she say Ms. Robelard was broke?” another whispered.

Vegita was lost.

Ok, just so he had things straight about these humans. They get mad…and they keel over? Wow. No wonder they haven’t evolved very far. His thought process was interrupted by the nurse .

“Now you students stay right here while I go call 911.” and with that said, she walked out into the, pulling out a cell phone along the way. Her voice could still be faintly heard.

“Hello? Yes, one of our teachers has just has a stroke, a very bad one, so if you could just send an ambulance….uh huh….alright, thanks.”

Soon, sirens were heard in the distance and a shiny white and red van pulled up in front of the school. Two doctors got out, carrying a stretcher. They made their way to the classroom and attempted to hoist Ms. Robelard onto the stretcher. After twelve tries, they were about ready to give up.

“Ugh…forget it. She weights too much.”

“No kidding, Bob. Hey, why don’t we just leave her here and get a cup of coffee?”

Bulma’s eyes widened.

“No! You can’t do that! She might die! And then we’re ‘all’ screwed!” she piped up, waving her arms in the air to make her point.

Doctor Bob sighed.

“Look kid, she’s like 800 lb! Why don’t you try to lift ‘that’!” he said. Finally, Vegita had enough. If it would get him out of here faster, than by the Gods, he would help. Yes, that’s right. The Almighty Prince of Saiya-Jin’s was going to do a nice thing. He felt as if he might throw up.

Growling, Vegita jumped out of his seat and pushed past the doctors, ignoring their cries of protest. He easily lifted the obese teacher and literally threw her on the stretcher, not really caring if it made her condition worse or not. He then kicked open the window and picked up the stretcher. As the whole class watched in disbelief, Vegita hopped out the window and flew to the ambulance, sticking Ms. Robelard in the back.

“There! Now was that so difficult, you worthless human’s?” he asked as he was turning around. Much to his chagrin, they were still staring at him with wide eyes. Sickening.

“What?!” he demanded, stomping his foot on the ground.

The Doctors got out of their stupor and raced to the van, purposely avoiding Vegita. They quickly shut the back doors and rushed to the front seats, slamming the doors after themselves. Seconds later, all that could be seen of them was a large trail of smoke and the distinct odor of gasoline.

“Alright then…” Vegita mumbled, eyebrow raised. Shrugging, he went back to the room, only to be promptly glomped by a squealing Bulma.

“….!?!?”

Wide eyed, he tired to shake her off, too stunned to speak.

“Oh Vegita-chan! That was so brave of you! You’re so strong, and smart, and cool-”

If Mr. Romano hadn’t ran into the room at that time, Vegita might have died, because his face was redder than a cherry.

“What happened!? Where’s Ms. Robelard!? Is she ok!? Why was there an ambulance here?!” he screamed. Fortunately, the nurse came in a minute later, so the student’s didn’t have to attempt to think up a good explanation.

“Please calm down Mr. Romano. Everything is fine.” she stated, hands on her hips. The principle looked at her weird.

“What? Who are you?”

She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“I’m Ms. Kaye, the nurse.”

“We have a nurse?”

The whole class fell over. This was the guy in charge of their education? Oh…they were doomed… “Yes. Anyway, as I was saying, she’s fine. She just had a stroke. Too much stress, I think. She was taken to Hell’s Pass Hospital in Ginger Town, and-”

She was then interrupted as Mr. Romano latched onto her arm, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh! Why her!? Why do things like these always happen to good people?!” he wept, drenching the nurse’s uniform in tears and snot. Wrinkling her nose, she carefully pried him off and backed away.

“I don’t know. Now, I must be going. Thing’s to do, people to see. You know how it is. Bye.” and then Ms. Kaye was gone.

“I really, really hate Raditsu…” Vegita grumbled.

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There. How was that? If you want chapter 10, I need at least 10 reviews. So R&R folks!

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