Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!

Chapter One: Cuttin’ Up Class
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Heath the Hog was bored.


He was bored with a capitol “B”.


He had been listening for over two hours, and already Heath had resorted to slacking in his chair, doodling pictures of Mr. Togas as Satan. It wasn’t that Mr. Togas wasn’t a bad guy; on the contrary, he was one of the few really decent HUMAN professors that had the balls to teach Saiyan original characters, nevermind teaching at a place where the mascot is a tentacle. He was just; well, more sadistic to his students than usual. He already had his shinrai out and about, waving it around as he lectured.


/I’d rather be rock-climbing right now. / He thought to himself as he imagined himself in a beautiful, towering canyon overlooking a rushing river. He snapped out of his daydream and shot a glance over at his best-friend, Guava Peking-Sauce, who was writing something in his notebook. Heath knew the Saiyan better than to think it was Mr. Togas’ lecture. Yes, the Saiyan known as Marty-Stu was a fanfiction writer and any who was close to Marty-Stu knew it probably wasn’t G-rated. The Saiyan man returned the pig-bishie’s look with a wolfish smirk.


“What ‘cha writing; Marty?” Heath whispered.
“A tentacle fanfiction about Togas; I’m at the part where the Tom the Tentacle is about to make him come.” Marty whispered back.
“…I HAD to ask.” Heath whispered in annoyance and disgust at the obvious usage of the schools mascot.
“Yes, yes you did.” was Marty’s wise-ass remark as he continued his evil deed.
“You MUST want Togas to—“Heath began before the hurt and angry cry of the human professor interrupted their private conversation.
“Mr. Hog! Mr. Peking-Sauce! I expect you two to pay better attention!” Mr. Togas scolded as his kendo stick came crashing down on an unexpecting student’s desktop, scaring the bejesus out of a fox-girl. The whole class turned their attention to Togas’ latest victims with a combination of fear and smugness on their faces.
“Gomen nasai, Togas-san; it will not happen again.” They said at the same time, putting their stuff into their bookbags.
A smirk appeared on the handsome, middle-aged human’s face as he sheathed his shinrai. “Well, you two seem to be taking notes, why don’t you two put my theory into good use and stay after class on Friday to test it?” Mr. Togas threatened, tugging the collar on his impeccable white shirt.
“What?!” the men croaked in shock.
“You heard me: I want you two to stay after class on Friday and perform a lab based on what I lectured in class today; unless you want to fail my course and repeat this class.” The middle-aged man spoke in an aggravated tone of voice.


A well-timed face-fault occurred as Heath the Marty experienced the full effect of Garfield Togas’ threat.
“Yes, sir. We understand.” The duo said in reluctance after they regained their composure.
“Very good, gentlemen,” Togas chimed, clearly pleased that his punishment was well-received by his students.


With the chime of the bell, Mr. Togas announced that class was dismissed. Few dared to chuckle at the duo as they exited the classroom, as Marty was feared in Togas’ class. His fanfiction had a rather nasty way of coming true to those unfortunate enough to be caught in his sights and/or piss him off. As the students flooded the camps plaza, Heath did some serious stretching before Marty unveiled a sleek, black sports car from a miniature capsule. Then the two got in the car and drove off.


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Well, that was anticlimactic.


Kozue: Oh, it’s certainly been a while since we’ve spoken, Anon-Chan. About…three years, yes?


Yep. Say, you gonna tell those bishie morons that this fic isn’t a one-shot?


Kozue: …Eventually.


Personally, I’d preferred it if you had them screw.


Kozue: Now, now Anon-chan. You know what happened three years ago when you wanted a certain couple to “rush” into their relationship…


(Grumbles) I remember…damn stubborn men…all they had to do was just admit that they were doing it!