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Little Saiyalings - The College Years
By: MU

Author’s Note: Yes, this chapter makes mention of Yu-gi-oh!  Why you ask?  Cuz I’m gonna write a football game about it…the premise of the football part of LSCY is that there will be football games against other anime/popular television or cartoon characters.  Don’t worry…it will all balance out in the story.  Hope you like it!

CHAPTER 16 – Public Displays in Practice

 “Alright you weakliiiiinnnnngggggss!!!!!!!  We’re gonna run that play another 200 times, ‘till you get it right!!!!  Friday’s the first game of the season, and we’re gonna clean house at Tokyo Public University!”

 The team had never seen the coach so fired up in practice before.  Then again, it was most of their first year.  Only two members of the team were upperclassmen…a junior and a senior.  They both stunk, and remained on the bench for most of practice…they were just there because there needed to be a requisite number of alternate players.

 As the team practiced the play called “the game ender” by the coach, cheerleaders and other such female admirers looked at all of the sweaty, muscular male members of the football team from the bleachers.  Interestingly enough, there were more males watching this practice than females, though.

 “Looks like you have some admirers, 18,” Goku yelled as he sailed the football down the practice field to her waiting hands.

 As she caught the football, and began to run, she was tackled by a member of the defensive line.  “Yeah, but I bet that they aren’t watching you for yer football ability,” the oaf commented as he got up.  He laughed, and offered his hand to help her up.

 “I don’t need your hand, ya big oaf,” 18 coolly replied as she helped herself up.

 “Ahhh, I was just kiddin, 18,” the big guy replied, “Yer one in a million.  I know you weren’t puttin’ out yer best effort.”

 “Thanks, Grubber.”  18 smiled.

 “Don’t mention it.”  He smiled, and leaned over to her ear, cupped his hand and whispered “Besides, it looks like attendance will be higher than ever.”  Pointing his thumb to the males on the bleachers, he chuckled.

 18 elbowed Grubber lightly in the chest.  “Thanks, Grubber.  Most males know a good thing when they see one.”  She smiled as if to say, “I’ll get you later.”

 “Okay, KIDS!!!!  It’s drink break time!!!!  Get your butts some di-hydrogen monoxide on the double!!!!!!”  Coach smiled.

 The team kind of gathered together, tired, sweaty, and ready for more as they approached the water fountain.

 “Hey, Cell…Cell…” Goku said to the tallest member of the team.  He was a sort of funny colored fellow…with greens, blacks, grays, and some browns making up the color of his skin.  He didn’t wear normal football pad’s either, as his body had some sort of natural plating: wing covers, a weird split helmet, boot feet…it was rather abnormal.  However, he was a talented football player.

 “What do you want, Goku?” Cell answered back in a majestic sort of voice.

 “Since you’re so good with plays, can you tell me why coach makes us keep doing it?  I thought we were doing it right, but maybe I’m just reading the play wrong.”

 Cell looked at Goku, and cracked a smile.  “Of course you’re not doing it right.  Look at it.”  He grabbed the copy of the playbook that is sitting next to the water fountain, opened it up, and pointed to a play.  “You did it like this, which is the last play we did.”  Cell pointed to another play.  “This is the one we’re supposed to be doing.”

 Goku looked confused, and put his hand behind his head and began to rub.  “Well, I don’t get it, but if you say that is the play we’re supposed to be doing, I’ll do it.  Thanks Cell, you’re so much better at reading plays than I am.”

 “That’s no problem, Goku.  It’s not your fault that you’re not as perfect as me.”  Cell smiled, patted Goku on the hair, and walked back out to the field.

 Tien, who had overheard the conversation walked over to Goku.  “I can’t believe that you talk to that guy.  He’s so into himself, it’s ridiculous.”

 “Oh, Cell’s alright…he’s just good, and he knows it.”  Goku, finally getting to the fountain, stopped talking for a second to enjoy the sweet taste of cold water as it ran onto his tongue from the fountain.  He got up, turned around so Tien could take a drink, and walked a few steps to wait for him.  “So what’s your deal with Vegeta, Tien?”

 “Huh?!?  You live with the guy; you know what kind of a jerk he is,” Tien quickly responded, “But if you must know, he beat me up once when we were kids.  It wasn’t fair; he got the jump on me.”

 “Why did he beat you up?”

 “Cuz he thought that my third eye was staring at him.”

 “Was it?”

 Tien gave Goku a puzzled look, and Goku looked back.  He started laughing, “It was wasn’t it!!!”

 “Well, would you get a load of his hair!!!” Tien retorted quickly, flaying his arms in the air, “I mean, geez, Goku.  Yours is wild, but his is just….well, what the heck is up with it?  Does he have clearance from the FAA for that up there?”

 Goku started laughing uncontrollably, and by now other members of the football team had started paying attention to the conversation.  Most of them were in stitches.  Tien, however, was so engrossed in telling his story (and explaining himself to Goku) that he didn’t seem to notice.

 “Anyway, he made a comment to me when I was playing Frisbee with my friend Chiaotzu, and I made a comment back about his hair.  He disappeared into the woods,” Tien continued as the football team stopped laughing and started to pay attention, “Later on, when Chiaotzu threw the Frisbee really far, it ended up in the woods.  When I went in there to pick up the Frisbee, I ended up getting attacked from above.  I could tell it was him by the hair.  Anyway, we moved away, and I never saw him again…and I was glad about that.  I never thought I’d meet him at college, but now that I’m here…”

 18 interrupted, “You should give that jerk what he deserves, Tien.”

 “Come on, he’s not that bad…guys.”  Goku gave everyone a pleading look.  It seemed the team had mixed reviews on the subject of Vegeta.

 “Well, I don’t care about your personal problems, and I’m not your MOMMY either!!!!”  Coach exclaimed, in drill sergeant style above all else.  “Now, I want your whiny butts back on that football field and running that play NOW!!!!  TPU is not going to be a team we can just walk on!  That new quarterback, Yami-Yugi, I hear he’s got quite a book of tricks…and their Coach has quite the playbook…we’re gonna have to outthink ‘em!  Got it!!!!”

 “Yes sir,” the team mumbled.

 “I said, GOT IT!!!”

 “Yes sir,” the team said just a little louder than before.

 “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!!”

 “SIR, YES SIR!!!!” the team shouted at the top of their lungs.

 “GOOD, NOW GET YOUR MAMBY-PAMBY BUTTS OUT ON THE FIELD AND LETS RUN THIS PLAY AND GET IT RIGHT!!!!”

 The team did so, and for the rest of the night, all that Goku could think of was what he was going to say to Vegeta, if anything, when he got home.

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