Chapter Two

I had a dream that night. A very disturbing dream…

A girl with glasses and black hair was flipping through a book…She was humming…

A girl with long brown hair and two strands of blonde at the front walked up to her. I knew who they were; they were Karen and Maria from Harvest Moon. How’d THEY get in my head?!?

Karen said to Maria: "Is that all you ever do? Read? Drinking is better!"

"Drinking is bad for your liver…"

"Shut. Up."

"Hey! Mocha mix!" calls Dorothy from somewhere else.

Karen rounds on Dorothy. "WHAT’D YOU CALL ME?!?"

Dorothy replied, "Ha ha, look at your hair!"

"Yeah well look at those eyebrows!"

Dorothy gouges Karen’s eye out with her eyebrow.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Goku walks up. "Ladies! Ladies! Can’t we settle this with a club sandwich!?"

Then suddenly Peach appears, and she’s from another video game, a bunch of Mario games. "Yes! Peach has got it!" Her voice sounds EXACTLY like that annoying way in the Mario Party games, and she steals Goku’s sandwich!

Goku: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" His eyes widen.

Maria kicks Peach in the back of her knee, and Peach falls on Maria.

Maria yells, "Aaa! Child abuse!!"

Then cops arrive on the scene and believe Maria is a child.

"HE did it!" Peach points at Goku.

The cops throw him in the car. "Huh? ...Did what?"

"Uh…you won 100 tacos!" Peach says as he drives away.

You can hear Goku laughing like an insane maniac at his "good luck".

Then the comic book guy from the Simpsons of all people says, "That shall suffice for the Star Trek marathon."

Then I woke up, screaming.

"Get out of my head!" I thought at everyone in my head.

"Sorry, no can do!" said Ryoko.

"Did you like our play?" Goku asked.

"You mean that dream? NO! IT WAS A NIGHTMARE!"

"I think she liked it," Maria said to Karen.

The sound of wine being poured is heard.

"Let’s celebrate!" yells Karen.

"Whoo hoo!" screams Bulma.

"WAIT A SECOND!" I thought.

All the noises stopped.

"NAME YOURSELVES, EVERYBODY IN MY HEAD!" I thought loudly.

Then I heard a chorus of voices…and I learned that everybody below was in my head.

Goku,

Trunks,

Bulma,

Gohan,

Master Roshi,

Vegeta,

18 (Eighteen),

Yamcha/Yamucha (stupid Yamcha fans :P),

Sailor Senshi (all Sailor Moon girls),

Tenchi Girls,

Dorothy,

Lady Une,

Gundam Pilots,

Occasional people from the Simpsons,

The Mayor from Townsville, Power Puff Girls,

The Harvest Moon Girls,

The Mario Brothers,

And Peach.

"Oh my God…" I thought. "I guess all electronic equipment is coming back to me…"

"You know, you really should go to school," said Trunks. "In case you haven’t noticed you’re already late."

"AAAAAAAH!" I screamed aloud. I hurriedly got dressed in front of the mirror (and to my horror I learned that the boys could see the mirror, and they all kept shouting and cheering) and ate a quick breakfast downstairs.

"How to get to school quickly…How to get to school quickly…" I thought distractedly.

Then I remembered the back way. I could cut through my neighbors’ backyards, since the school was behind my house, and get there in half the time.

I sprinted out the back door and through my backyard. Goku, Trunks, Master Roshi, the Mayor, and Karen were all engaged in conversation over me and the mirror.

I stumbled in surprise. KAREN???

I bolted as quickly as I could towards school. All of a sudden…

"STOP!" screamed Mihoshi.

I stopped so suddenly that I fell over, face-forward.

"Whaddya WANT?" I exclaimed aloud. I was in somebody’s backyard.

"…Nevermind…You just fell in dog doo…"

"GOD DAMNIT!!!"

I ran on, stopping in a public bathroom in a park on the way to school to wash the dog doo off. Then I sprinted to school in time for the late bell.

I dashed in my homeroom just as the teacher began to speak.

"Good morning, Mrs. Crabapple," I sighed, slumping in my seat. Mrs. Crabapple (lol) didn’t mind people that rush in at the last second if they said that.

Mrs. Crabapple was not a very elderly woman, but she certainly LOOKED that way.

"Mrs. Crabapple looks, like, 90," said a voice in my head.

"Which one of you said that?" I thought angrily.

"Dorothy," muttered Ryoko.

"I did not! I’m golfing here!"

The sound of a golf ball hitting against a puck filled my ears, then Lady Une shouted: "HAH! I WON!"

"WHY YOU *&&$^%$&^%^#!" screamed Dorothy so loudly I winced. Chrissie glanced worriedly at me from my right side, because how deeply in pain I looked.

Or so I thought.

"NICOLE!"

"What? What? I didn’t eat it! Really, I’m on a diet!"

"That’s very nice to know, Nicole. Now answer the question." Mrs. Crabapple was frowning at me.

"Uhh…"

"Abraham Lincoln," hissed Kiyone.

"Abraham Lincoln," I repeated aloud.

"Very good, Nicole. I didn’t think you were paying attention." Mrs. Crabapple smiled.

"Oh God," muttered Ryoko, obviously looking at all the new wrinkles on Mrs. C’s face.

I chanced a glance at three of my friends while Mrs. C began a long lecture, writing old forgotten names and dates on the chalkboard. (Gawd, I miss the normal green boards…*sniffle*) My three friends, who were named Faith, Quid, and Nathan, were all sitting next to each other. They had had a big fight (well, Nathan and Quid did, leaving Faith in the middle) but now they seemed to be friends again.

After the lesson, I walked over to all three of them in time to hear their conversation. Nathan and Quid, having been in a fight, hadn’t been sitting near each other like normal.

"Hello Quid…" began Nathan. (Apparently one of them had run in late.) "There’s something not right here...Don't you have some sort of witty comment to hurl at me? Go ahead, get it out of your system. I'm ready for it. "

"Hello to you too, Nathan. I don’t really have any, I thought you wanted to start over?"

Just then Faith tripped on one of the rungs of her chair and fell over on the floor. "Ouch." I helped her up.

We all four began walking in the hall. "I do, it just seems like you should be throwing insults at me. Guess you lost your touch." Nathan grinned.

"Hey, I don’t waste my good insults on assholes."

"Well, I guess we’re friends again then…"

Just then Faith banged right into an open locker. "Ouch!"

"Dumbass," muttered Sasami. (*GASP!*)

"Dumbass," I muttered. Fortunately, Faith didn’t hear me.

I thought quickly at everybody in my head, "IF YOU DON’T STOP TALKING I’M GOING TO START REPEATING YOU AND SAYING THINGS I’LL REGRET!!"

"Poor Nicole," said Karen to somebody. "I guess she’s going to regret her life."

"Goddamnit!" I said aloud.

"What’s wrong, Nicole?" asked Quid.

"Nothing," I lied. "See you guys at lunch." We all rushed to our next classes.

My next class was Publications. I was supposed to organize everybody into something.

"Uh…People, I need you to form two lines," I said, as everybody was taking a break with their partners before I was to begin.

Nobody paid attention.

"People…" I said. The teacher had gone for a break for a few minutes, so she couldn’t do anything.

"Alright, this is pissing me off," said a pushy voice in my head. Eighteen’s voice. "LINE UP, YOU SPOILED BRATS!"

"LINE UP, YOU SPOILED BRATS!" I screamed. "NOW!!!"

All the students stared at me, frightened like hell, and quickly formed two lines as I handed things out to them.

The head cheerleader, a stupid blonde named Karleigh, gave me a very snobbish look as I handed to her her paper. "Who would’ve thought such an outburst could’ve come from our dear, sweet, shy little Nicole," she said in that stupid silky tone cheerleaders had to diss people. It was too sweet to be a normal voice, and it always pissed me off.

Karleigh and I had a hating history, just like me and Jack had a hating history.

"I’m so proud of you," Eighteen sniffled over how I had yelled. "Now teach that blonde bimbo a lesson!"

"How?" I thought, as I searched through the paper pile for Karleigh’s paper.

"Tell her that something’s wrong with her report paper," Eighteen said, "and go back on the desk, making sure she doesn’t see. Then mess up all her answers."

"I can’t do that!"

"Then throw an insult at her. Say this: ‘A half-witted cheerleader wouldn’t know what goes on around here since they’re way too busy with makeup.’"

"A half-witted cheerleader wouldn’t exactly know what I’m like if they’re way too obsessed with their makeup and their mirrors," I snarled at Karleigh as I handed her her paper.

She gave me an evil glare and sat down. I instructed the class what to do, and then the bell rang and everybody got up for their next classes.

"So, sometimes you voices are okay," I thought at them all. "Thanks 18."

"Noooooooo problem…Some people just need some lesson-teaching…"

"Kakkarot!"

"Who the HELL was that?" I exclaimed in my head.

"Why are you chewing on my boot Kakkarot?!"

"That’s Vegeta," said a girl’s voice, Bulma’s.

"I’m hungry," whined Goku.

"If you don’t stop chewing on my boot I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL! HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

"JESUS!" I exclaimed aloud.

Everyone I passed in the hallways stopped to stare at me.

"Uhhh…I forgot that…I had a date last night!" I exclaimed to the staring crowd. "Heh heh, is my boyfriend going to kill me or what!"

Someone at the back said, "But you don’t have a boyfriend!"

"Yes I do," I muttered, and ran into my next class.

"Not one word, Vegeta…" I thought. "One word…"

"And what if I say something?" came back Vegeta’s taunting snarly voice.

"Hey, Nicole," said Chrissie, walking up next to me. "Ready for PE?"

"Whoo hoo!" screamed all the boys. "The locker room! Yeah!"

"You know," I thought, "this’ll be your punishment, Vegeta, I won’t go in the locker room."

"NO!" screamed Vegeta.

"NOOOOO!" screamed all the guys.

"I won’t say anything," Vegeta finally admitted (sounding like he was constipated).

"Hellooooo?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, snapping back to high school.

We walked into the locker rooms. The guys all started hooting at the girls getting changed for PE.

"I’ll shut my eyes if you don’t stop screaming," I thought menacingly.

The sounds stopped instantly, although I could’ve sword I heard wine glasses tinkling.

I changed for PE and waited with Chrissie out where PE was held.

We did PE. Then it was lunchtime.

There were two lunches, so not all my friends were able to sit with me at lunch. But I sat with a group of friends: Faith, Quid, Nathan, Cailtlin, Megan, Amy, Tamara, Zach, and Michael.

"Hey, Nicole," they all said as I walked to our usual table, late.

"Wazzup," I said, sighing and slumping into the last open seat.

"Wha’s wrong?" asked Megan, taking a bite of pizza.

I pulled out my sack lunch. Sometimes the school food just made me sick. "Nothing…"

"Are ‘oo ‘ure ‘ere’s nufin’ wrong? Cuz I ‘an take ‘are of it," said Megan through a mouthful of cheese, pepperoni, and bread. Megan tended to be a juvenile delinquent—she had a big temper sometimes, but never with her friends. Megan was my best friend.

"Yeah. Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with school or anyone at school," I assured her.

"," screeched Goku.

"Damn I’m hungry," I said abruptly and started eating as quickly as I could.

When I was done, I went and bought a lot of food. I quickly ate that too.

After I was done with that, too, I noticed all my friends were staring at me.

"What?" I said bristling slightly. "I’m hungry."

"And all hopes of a diet are lost," Nathan said, grinning, and he pulled out a Coca-Cola and opened it.

The others laughed slightly and continued eating, everyone chatting about this and that.

Goku’s voice raised yet again to a pitiful whine. "I’m still hungry-y-y," he said, whimpering."

"Sucks for you," I thought angrily.

"Yes it does," he retorted.

"You know you need to feed everybody up here too," said another loud voice.

"I just did," I thought, panicking.

"Not enough," wailed Goku.

"Oh, shut up," I snapped at them all. "You’re way too old to be begging for food, and you can’t even eat anyway! You’re in my head!"

I thanked God that I hadn’t said that aloud.

"Wanna play golf?" I heard Dorothy ask Lady Une.

"No," I thought.

"Sure," replied Une.

"Damnit," I muttered.

"Okay, now I seriously think something’s wrong," said Caitlin, snapping me back to reality. "Nicole, Jesus, you look like you’re battling with yourself, watching your face, and you just said ‘Damnit.’ What the hell’s wrong? You’re not acting your usual self today."

"My mind’s elsewhere," I murmured. "Excuse me, I’ll be right back…" I threw away my trash and left the table for the solitude of the library, my friends staring worriedly after me.

When I got to the library, which was thankfully deserted, I said, "Alright. That’s it. If you don’t get out of my head, then my life will become totally messed up. Why are you in my head?!? It doesn’t make sense, why can’t you go pick on somebody else?"

"It’s all the cartoons you watched and all the video games you played," said Trunks. "We’re coming back to haunt you."

"Well then why isn’t Link from the Zelda games here?"

"He’s too important to come visit such a lowly person like you," Vegeta said. (Lol, if you listen to his voice that is just FUNNY…)

"Har har," I snarled sarcastically back at him. "Why can’t you people just leave me alone?!?"

"Please Nicole," said a gentler voice, Gohan’s. "We have nowhere else to go. We’re desperate. Help us…"

"Oh, he’s just a kid…" I thought to myself.

Then I could’ve sworn I heard Gohan snicker, "Sucker."

"Well guess what kid?" I said to Gohan, "I DIDN’T BUY IT!"

"Damn," he muttered. (He’s only 11 right now, just like its Trunks from the future…Ya don’t watch it, ya don’t get it.)

"Please, please, PLEASE try to not speak so much…" I begged the cartoons. "You’re making me look insane!"

"Oh, we know THAT by now," snickered Vegeta.

I snapped back at him, "Oh shut up, you damned redneck."

Just then the bell rang. I groaned and ran off to my next class, thinking, "You say ONE little thing…"

I survived that day without much trouble, fortunately. As I was walking home I decided to walk through the park to relax my nerves. I sat down on a park bench and gazed around at little kids running around playing tag.

"Stupid little fools," muttered Vegeta.

I could hear them all laughing happily.

"IF THEY DON’T SHUT UP I’M GOING TO BLAST THEM ALL!"

"Oh just shut UP already," I couldn’t help snapping aloud.

A girl that had been talking to a guy nearby gave me a very icy glare and walked away quickly with the guy.

"I hate you," I thought bitterly at Vegeta.

"I hate this place! Why can’t we leave and just go home and have sex and stuff?" Vegeta shouted. "RAAAAAAA!" He was probably going SSJ, which actually sounded like he was constipated.

"Hey, you guys," said a voice, which sounded surprised mingled with sudden realization, "I think Vegeta’s having a temper problem!"

"SHUT YOUR STUPID TRAP, YAMCHA, OR WE’RE GOING TO AXE MURDER YOU!" screamed practically everyone in my head.

"You know what, you can murder Yamcha now," I thought, and I heard very disgusting sounds: the sound of axes chopping into flesh; the sound of blood spilling rapidly; sounds of gunshots; Yamcha’s squeals of pain (HAHAHAAAA!), and other "assorted" sounds. (MWAHAHA! I FINALLY GOT TO KILL YAMCHA IN A FIC!!! Sorry, Yamcha lovers.)

I put my head in my hands, wishing that I could put all those voices on Mute, or at least not hear those disgusting sounds.

"NICOLE! Are you deaf?"

I jumped practically a mile and realized that the noises had ceased. Megan was looking at me worriedly, skateboard tucked under her arm.

"Uh, no, I was just thinking," I said.

Megan frowned. "No, something’s wrong with you. Tell me."

"It’s nothing, seriously. It’s just…something’s wrong at home. Speaking of home, I gotta go!" I jogged out of the park and to my house.

"Jesus," I thought along the way, "I try to get some peace and quiet and you have to brutally murder somebody in my head! Yuck! And also damn!"

"He deserved it for being so stupid," said half the voices in my head. I sighed.

***

I managed to survive those three weeks up till now through school with these weird people in my head. My friends did notice, of course, but after awhile I managed to get them under control—or rather, get used to them and make sure my friends didn’t notice too much.

Until today. Today they did something TOTALLY drastic.