“I don’t give a crap how many stupid apples some stupid person has!” Piccolo bellowed.  The kids laughed.

“You may work with a partner now,” Mrs. Edible said.

    All of the kids moved to find a partner.  One little boy walked over to Vegita. 

“Want to be my partner?” the boy asked in his small voice.

“Sure,” said Vegita.

“So, do you like Goku?” the boy asked, trying to make conversation.

“Are you stupid?” Vegita asked.  “How the heck can anyone like that freakish, moronic, stupid…” Vegita kept on going.

“Watch your language,” Mrs. Edible said.

“Don’t want to put bad ideas into your little friends’ minds,” Piccolo joked.

“Shut up, green thing!” Vegita snapped.  “They are several thousand times better than you!”

“Prove it!” Piccolo said, standing up.

“Fine!” Vegita roared, rising.  All of the kids froze in terror.

“Hey, you two!” Gohan said.

“Shut up, son of Goku!” Vegita hissed.

“You got a problem with my dad?” Gohan asked.

“Who doesn’t?” Piccolo inquired.

    Mrs. Edible slowly moved the children out of the room.

“Piccolo, watch it,” Gohan warned.

“Shut up,” Vegita said.

“You bunny-book boy,” Piccolo said, shoving Vegita.

“Now, that is it!” Vegita roared, powering up.

“You can’t hurt me,” Piccolo joked, also powering up.

“SHUT UP!” Gohan yelled, powering up.

“This sounds bad,” Goten said, noting the noise of the argument.

“Probably your dad is picking on my dad,” Trunks said.

“No, the other way!” Goten said.

“You are just as stupid as your dad!” Trunks said.

“Shush, boys,” their grammar teacher, Mrs. Soontodie, said.

    Trunks and Goten shut up and paid attention to the brewing disaster.

“What’s going on?” Goku asked from his spot in the forest.  He flew over to the window with his large lunch still in his arms.

“Boys, behave,” Mr. Food nervously said.  Mrs. Edible was standing behind him.

“Shut up, human!” Vegita said.

“That’s it, detention for you!” the principal said.

“You can’t do that to me,” Vegita said.

“I, Principal Morguetimer Skeleton Food, order you to…”  Vegita’s hands were in the end position of a Final Flash.  The principal and Mrs. Food were in that place you go when you no longer possess life.

“You idiot!” Goku roared as he burst into the classroom.

    Vegita looked Goku over and saw the food.  “You moron, Goku!”

“Goku?  Don’t you mean Kakkorratt?” Goku asked.

“You don’t deserve the name!  Now, share your food with me!”  Vegita chased after Goku.  Piccolo flew away, knowing what would soon happen.  Gohan evacuated the school.

    It took five hours for Goku and Vegita to annihilate the school.  Goku lay on the ground, out cold.  Vegita stood triumphantly over him.

“Idiotic Goku,” Vegita said.  He took the food that was still in Goku’s arms and devoured it.

“Hey!” Goku yelled, jumping up.  “My food!”

“Not any more, pig,” Vegita said.

    Bulma rushed to the scene after getting the call from Mr. Frejeklomab, the district Superintendent.

“Mrs. Briefs?” the Super asked.

“Yes?” Bulma asked.

“Are you the guardian of Vegita?”

“Yes,” Bulma sadly said.

“He is expelled for destructive activity on school grounds.”

“Vegita!” Bulma called.

“What, you stupid woman?” Vegita asked.

“Divorce time!” Bulma screamed.

“Goku,” Vegita calmly said.  “You idiot!  You pig!  You are causing me to have a divorce!  I am going to beat you stupid, I mean stupider!  Is that possible?”  Vegita went into a rage and beat the crap out of Goku.  He grabbed Goku’s shirt and screamed, “YOU ARE GOING TO READ TO ME EVERYDAY!”

“What?” asked the beaten Goku.

“Well, you did get me a divorce from Bulma.  Okay, only when we are fighting super-villians!” 

“You seem mad, Vegita,” Bulma said.

“I just got kicked out of school!” Vegita roared.

“Aren’t you happy?” Bulma asked.

“The friends, the Earth math, the stories, the pictures I took of Piccolo for my scrapbook, great memories!  You have caused an end to them!”  Vegita beat Goku some more.

“VEGITA!” Bulma screamed.

“Once we are divorced, you should marry Goku!  Perfect match!” Vegita said.  He flew off to rob a bank, destroy a town, raid a grocery store, go to the bar, enter a college, blow it up, beat Goku some more, and return home in time for the late night soap operas.

“I am sorry, Vegita,” Bulma said that night.

“It’s okay,” Vegita said.  “Just read me a bed time story.  And fix me a large meal.  Wait; order me a large meal, for my safety.  And…”