“Goku, you idiot!” snapped Bulma.  “This is all your fault!”

“What?” asked Goku.

“You, you, you idiot!” Bulma shouted.  “You encouraged this!”

“What?” asked Goku.

“Get out!” ordered Bulma.

    Goku took a long, hard look at Bulma, and then turned to leave the med- room.

“Sorry, Goku,” Bulma apologized.  “I guess I should be mad at my idiot husband.”  She looked down at the unconscious Vegita.  “Thanks for reducing Vegita’s damage.”

“You’re welcome,” said Goku.  “Well, Chi-chi is out today, so I better head home.”

“Why?” asked Bulma.

“Well, Vegita caused more damage than you think,” Goku said.  “He scared some people, and, well, he got the school closed for repairs.”

“Oh,” said Bulma.  “Well, why do you need to get home?”

“Goten is home,” Goku said.

“Oh, that has to be bad.  Wait, where is Trunks?” Bulma asked.

“He is staying with us.  He doesn’t want to be around when Vegita gets up,” Goku said.

“Thanks Goku,” Bulma said.  Goku flew off.

    Over the next three weeks, Bulma assisted the school’s repair project and healed Vegita, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha’s injuries received during the school fight.  She also straightened Vegita out with some drugs.  Soon, school was ready to start back up. 

“No, woman!” Vegita shouted.  “You CAN’T make me go back!”

“Yes I can!” Bulma roared.  “Goku!”

“Fine!” Vegita said.  He put on the schoolboy clothes and grabbed the new pink backpack.  He picked up his lunch and stomped out.

“Goku!” Bulma called.  “He comes home in the same outfit,” she hissed.

    Flying high above Vegita, Goku noticed that Vegita didn’t struggle to leave.  He landed next to Vegita, who was waiting at a street crossing.

“What, Kakkorratt?” Vegita asked.

“You are acting strange.  What’s wrong?” Goku asked.

“If I don’t behave, that woman has a room at the Motel Seven waiting.”  Vegita looked down at the ground.

“That never stopped to you before,” Goku said.

“Oh, did I forget that she didn’t shut up about the little fight?  Three straight weeks of her big, ugly mouth!” Vegita roared.

“Oh,” Goku said.

    Vegita arrived at school and went in.  Goku followed but stayed out of sight.

“Woman!” Vegita snapped at the woman in the office.

“Not you again,” she trembled.  She pressed the button on the speaker system and nervously said, “HE is back.”

    Everyone in the school put on their protective armor at the announcement and shook with fear.

“Oh, god,” Goten sighed.

“Don’t run!” Trunks shouted in the middle of class.  He and Goten were the only two people in the class not cowering under a piece of furniture.

“HE is back,” the teacher trembled.

“I don’t think we are going to learn anything today,” Goten joked to Trunks.

“Hello,” Principal Food’s nervous voice greeted Vegita.

“Let’s get on with it,” Vegita said.

“This way,” Principal Food said.  He led Vegita to a Kindergarten classroom.

    Vegita looked around.  It was colorful, but smelled like 400,000 different cleaners were used on every square inch of the place.

“This is your teacher, Mrs. Edible,” Principal Food said.  The principal exchanged a love glance with Mrs. Edible.

“Principal Food,” the woman’s voice came over the speaker.  “Another teacher just lost it.”

“Not another one!” the Principal said, looking at Vegita.  “You sure are intimidating,” he said, leaving.

“Well, Vegita,” the teacher nervously said, “let me show you around the room.”

    Vegita was shown the following:

Backpack hangers

Lunch shelves

Art board

Computer Lab

Window Science Lab

Mini-library

Teacher’s desk

“Any questions?” Mrs. Edible asked.

“Where is my desk?” Vegita regretfully asked.

“Here,” Mrs. Edible said, taking him to a desk in the back of the class.

    Vegita sat down in the small, blue, plastic chair.  “What the heck is this?  A joke?”

“Watch your language, young man!” the teacher snapped.  Mentally, Vegita cussed her out.

    The bell rang, and a flood of kids poured into the room.

“Good morning, class!” Mrs. Edible said after everyone calmed down and took their seats.

“Good morning Mrs. Edible,” they all replied.

“Bad morning Mrs. Almost as ugly as Bulma,” Vegita said.

    Mrs. Edible prepared to punish Vegita but cowered at the thought of death.

“Are we going to do anything in here?” Vegita demanded after Mrs. Edible entered a short trance.

“Uh, yes!”  Mrs. Edible was slightly embarrassed.  “Now, class, this is Vegita, and he is new.”

“Cut the crap, lady!” Vegita demanded.  Mrs. Edible again caught herself from lashing out at Vegita.

“Class,” she said, “story time.”

    A cheer went up from the Kindergarteners.  They sat down around Mrs. Edible, who was sitting in a rocking chair.

“Coming?” she asked Vegita.

“I’d rather take my chances with Bulma.  Vegita got up to leave, but was stopped by a mental, “No!” from Goku.  Vegita joined the Kindergarteners in their story.

“Oh, god!  No!” Chi-chi screamed.  A tall figure fell from the sky and landed in front of her.

“Calm down,” Piccolo calmly said.

“Oh, it’s you,” Chi-chi said as Piccolo picked up her spilled groceries.  Chi-chi had become better friends with Piccolo than she previously had been.

“Where’s Goku?” Piccolo asked.

“Protecting the school from Vegita,” Chi-chi said.

“Man, Bulma has problems!” Piccolo said in his serious tone.  Piccolo flew off, leaving Chi-chi and her groceries outside of the supermarket.

    After ten-minutes of story-time, Mrs. Edible announced that it was naptime.  All of the children went to sleep on the spot.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” asked Vegita.  “You read crap, for no reason, and then naptime?  God, woman, it is 9:00 in the morning!”

“Well, Vegita…” Mrs. Edible began.

“Shut up,” Vegita said and walked to a corner of the room.  He began to meditate.

“What a weird child,” Mrs. Edible said, getting out of her rocker.

“Shut up, woman!” Vegita ordered.

“Hey,” Gohan whispered, so as not to awake the sleeping children.

“Hi, Gohan,” Mrs. Edible whispered.  “I’d like you to meet…”

    Vegita snapped out of his meditation and spun around to face Gohan

“Vegita,” Mrs. Edible finished.

“Crap,” Gohan thought as he powered up.

“This is one (Lots of swearing) school!” Vegita roared as he powered up.

    Goku blurred in and powered up.

“Idiots,” Vegita mumbled before returning to his corner.

“He is acting strange,” Gohan said.

“If he isn’t good, Bulma…” Goku began.

“Anything from Bulma is bad,” Gohan said.

    Goku left, leaving the teacher stunned.  “Who was he,” she asked as Gohan powered down.

“My dad,” Gohan said.

“Do you two know Vegita?” she asked.

“Yes,” Gohan said.

“Hey, Goku!” Piccolo called out.

“Hey,” Goku said.

“What are you doing?” asked Piccolo.  “I mean, just sitting outside of a school…”

“Watching Vegita,” Goku said.

“Oh, so you don’t want to spar right now?” Piccolo asked.

“I do, but I have to keep Vegita’s classmates alive,” Goku joked.

    Piccolo peered through the classroom’s window.  “But Gohan’s in there.”

“Vegita is on the verge of SSJ3!” Goku said.

“So, what goes on in school?” Piccolo asked Goku.

“You know!” said Goku.

“No,” said Piccolo.

“Haven’t you been to school?” Goku asked.

“No,” Piccolo said.

    A REALLY big, evil smile spread across Goku’s face.  “You’re right, Gohan is there.  I think Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha are still substituting for the gym teachers.  Come!” Goku said.  He flew off with Piccolo.