The warm beams of the sun broke over the horizon, bathing Gohan’s face in light coming through the window.  His eyes fluttered and he woke up.

“Finally!” Pan said.

“What?” asked Gohan.

“I thought you would sleep forever!” Gohan’s daughter told him.

“So?” Gohan asked.

“Well,” Pan began, “you promised…”

“That I’d take you to see more of the fight?” Gohan finished.

“Yeah,” said Pan.

“Fine,” said Gohan.  “Let me get dressed.”

    Pan walked out of Gohan and Videl’s bedroom.  Gohan got dressed and went into the kitchen.  He made some coffee.  “What a week,” he thought.  He recounted the week’s events.  “Sunday, Vegita got really mad at Bulma.  He asked dad to fight, and they have been going at it all week, non-stop.”  Gohan laughed a little.

“Ready?” Pan asked.

“Yeah,” said Gohan.  The two flew off to the training grounds.  “How was your first week of school?” Gohan asked as he flew through the cool morning air.

“Fine,” said Pan.

“Are your friends worried about Vegita going to kindergarten?”

    Pan laughed a little.  “They all think it’s a joke.”

“They shouldn’t,” joked Gohan.

“Hey!” called out Trunks.

“Hey!” replied Pan.  “What’s going on?”

“Six days straight,” said Goten.  “They have to be hungry!”

“They are,” said Piccolo.

“Hey, Gohan!” called out Krillin.

“Hey!” Gohan replied.  He flew over to his old friend.  “Any breaks in the action?”

“None,” said Krillin.

“They have to be hungry,” said Yamcha.

    Trunks, Pan, and Goten spent their first weekend off from school watching the fight.  Everyone camped out, falling asleep to the rhythm of Goku and Vegita’s attacks.

“See you at work tomorrow!” called out Gohan, as he and Pan headed home.

“Okay!” Krillin called back.

“What are we gonna’ do when he is in our gym class?” asked Yamcha.

“Hide,” suggested Krillin.

“Or call Goku,” suggested Tien.

    A red hover car drove up, and Chi-chi and Bulma hopped out.

“Time to go home, Trunks!” Bulma called out.

“But mom!” came the reply.

“It’s a school night!” snapped Bulma.

“You too, Goten!” said Chi-chi.

    The boys got in the car and went home.

    Goku rang Bulma’s doorbell late Sunday night.  Bulma awakened from a light sleep and went to answer the door.

“Hey, stupid woman,” an exhausted Vegita muttered.  Goku was holding him.

“What happened?” asked a surprised Bulma.

“I got hungry!” explained Goku.  “So, I beat him up!  Hey, do you have any food around?”

“Yeah,” said Bulma.  “It’s in the fridge.  Drop Vegita off in the med. room first.”

    Goku did as he was told and then sat down to his first meal in a week.  Afterwards, he said goodnight to Bulma and went home.

    Bulma spent the night healing Vegita.

“Get up!” Bulma yelled into Vegita’s face.

“But mommy,” he said, still asleep, “I don’t wanna’ go to school!”

    Bulma violently shook Vegita awake.  “TOO BAD!  YOU ARE GOING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”

    Vegita shot out of bed.  “No way woman!” he shouted.  Uh-uh!  No way!”

“Vegita, NOW!” Bulma roared.

“Trunks!” Vegita called.  “Come help me kill your mother!”

“He is at school,” Bulma calmly said.

“Then, I am late!” Vegita happily called out.

“Kindergarten doesn’t start for another 2 hours,” Bulma explained.  “Now, LET’S GET GOING!”

“No,” Vegita angrily said, just below a shout.

“Goku, come here,” Bulma said.  Goku walked into the room.

“What the heck is he doing here?” asked a shocked and angry Saiya-jin prince.

“I knew you would be reluctant.  Goku,” Bulma said, pointing to Goku.  Goku went SSJ3 in Vegita’s bedroom, really ticking him off.

“Not again, Kakkorratt!” Vegita hissed.

“Vegita, school isn’t bad.  I went, Bulma went,” Goku offered.

“Look how you turned out!” a now scared Vegita roared.  “I was considering, but now you have scared me out of it!”

“Vegita, listen!” Goku snapped.

“Stupid…” Vegita began.  He couldn’t continue, for a certain Saiya-jin’s hand was wrapped around his neck.

“Vegita,” Goku said, looking into Vegita’s eyes.  Vegita broke.

“Thanks, Goku,” Bulma said.

“No, thank you!” Goku excitedly called out.  “Your machines make great food!”

    One hour and twenty minutes later, Vegita was ready for school.  It had been a long, hard war.  Vegita and Goku had fought twelve times in under two hours.

    Vegita had been forced to wear the typical schoolboy outfit by Bulma.  He had on black, uncomfortable shoes, with red striped socks that came up halfway to Vegita’s knees.  He had on short brown shorts, held up by bright red suspenders.  He had on a white, button up the front T-Shirt, with a calculator in the left chest pocket.  His hair was gelled down, and was very shiny.

“Bulma,” Vegita said, “remind me to kill you later.”

“Oh, here is your lunch!” Bulma said, handing Vegita a brown paper bag.  Vegita looked inside and almost puked.  Bulma had hand-made him a bologna sandwich.  She had chopped him up some carrots and given him a carton of milk.

“Vegita,” Goku mentally whispered.  “I’ll take you out to lunch, my treat.  I also have one of your uniforms with me.” Goku pointed to the backpack that he was carrying.  “After we are out of Bulma’s sight.  Otherwise she’ll kill you!” Goku joked.

“She is an idiot,” Vegita mentally replied.

“Have a good day, Vegita!” Bulma cheerily said.  “Oh, here are your textbooks and supplies!”  She walked to a closet, and pulled out a pink backpack.

“I have a black one for you,” Goku whispered to Vegita.

“I never thought I’d say this, but thanks Kakkorratt,” Vegita replied.

“No prob,” said Goku.

“Now, remember,” said Bulma.  “You are starting a week late because of your long fight.  So, you might be a little behind.  You’ll catch up, though!  Here!”  Bulma handed Vegita the bag.

    Vegita took the bag, and fell to the ground.  “What’s in here, condensed matter?” Vegita seriously asked.

“Just your books,” said Bulma.

    Vegita got up.  “Anything else?” Vegita asked.

“Nope,” said Bulma.  “Have a good day.  Hey, Goku, watch him!”

    Vegita angrily marched out the door and ran to school.  Goku followed high above.