“But I don’t wanna’ go to school!” Vegita complained.

    Bulma gave him a long, hard look.  “You sound just like Trunks!  Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Shut up, woman!” Vegita roared.

“You wanna’ sleep in the dumpster?” Bulma harshly asked.

“Not really,” Vegita said in a much calmer voice.

“Good!” snapped Bulma.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, dad,” Trunks said.

“Shut up, weakling,” Vegita screamed.  The Saiya-jin prince turned around to pick his son up by the collar of his shirt.

“Dad, it’s not…” Trunks pleaded.

“Vegita!” Goku yelled at the top of his lungs.  Several windows broke, as the entire house shook.

“What Kakkorratt?” Vegita angrily answered.  Vegita’s eyes were glowing with anger.

“Either you calm down,” Goku offered, “or I beat the crap out of you, again!”

    Every time Bulma brought the subject up, Vegita went into a rage.  She had Goku around to keep Vegita from killing anybody.

“Forget you, Kakkorratt!” Vegita angrily yelled. 

    Goku and Vegita blurred out of Bulma’s living room.

“Oh, crap,” Bulma sighed.

“I’ll call the repairman,” Trunks said.  He walked to the kitchen to place the phone call.

“I really wish Vegita would grow up.” Bulma went to sleep on the couch, dreaming about a KIND Vegita.  It was the funniest dream she ever had.

    About six hours and $900 million in damage later, the fight ended.

“Happy, Vegita?” Goku asked.

“Shut up, Kakkorra…..” Vegita trailed off as he drifted into unconsciousness.

“Vegita, what will I do with you?” Goku asked himself.  He, unharmed, picked Vegita’s battered body up out of a small crater.  There was a puddle of blood where Vegita had been laying.  Goku looked around.  “See what you did to the city?” Goku asked Vegita.

    Vegita opened an eye.  As Goku carried him back to his house, Vegita surveyed the city.  Well, what remained of it.  Every building had a hole through it, rubble lay everywhere, and craters scarred the whole area.

“Goku, keep him away from here,” the city’s mayor pleaded from down below. 

“I will,” Goku replied.

“Why was he so mad?” the mayor asked.

“It’s funny really,” Goku chuckled.  Vegita’s hand reached up to slap Goku, but fell limp.

“Well?” the mayor asked.

“His wife is making him go to school.” Goku began to laugh uncontrollably.  The mayor joined him.

“What’s bad about college?” a confused citizen asked.

    Goku fell down, dropping Vegita.  He was laughing too hard to think.  After several moments, he stood back up.  “Not college!  School!  Starting with,” Goku began to lose it again.  “Kindergarten!”  Goku fell down again.

    The entire city rolled on their sides with laughter.  The sound echoed loudly through the trashed city.

    After several hours of laughter, Goku managed to get up and fly Vegita home.  Goku thought about Vegita’s schooling many times on the trip.  Each time, he would drop Vegita to the ground: rocks, trees, thorns, mud, pigs, laughing crowds.  The news sure spread quickly.  Goku imagined the newspapers’ headlines would read, “Super Saiya-jin Vegita, universe’s second strongest being, to enter Kindergarten.”

    Vegita, who was barely conscious on the trip, felt very embarrassed.  He had seen the crowds laughing at him.  He wanted to kill them, but not as much as he wanted to kill Kakkorratt, the universe’s second largest mouth.  Bulma, without a doubt, had the largest mouth of all.