Vegita suddenly stopped laughing.  “Hurry up with your business so I can get back to the story of this cutesy-wutesy-itty-bitty fuzzy-wuzzy bunny.”  His voice got softer and cuter as he spoke.

“What drug are you on?” Krillin asked.

“Shut up!” Vegita snapped.  “I am trying to enjoy a story!”

“Oh, my,” said an astonished Goku.

    Goten and Trunks quickly gave their package to Mrs. Edible, as did Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien.  They quickly left with looks of complete disbelief on their faces.

“Uh…umm…bye,” Goku said and quickly left.

“Weird,” said Mr. Food after a long pause.

“No, strange, abnormal, shocking, but NOT weird,” said Gohan.

“Do you need something?” Mrs. Edible asked Mr. Food.

“Umm…yes, actually,” the principal said.

“Why is Piccolo here?” Gohan thought.  “Why is he dressed like…like…who knows what?”

“This is your new student,” Mr. Food said.  “Mister…umm…uh…Pickle!”

    Piccolo shot the principal a mountain-breaking glare.

“Piccolo?” asked Gohan.

“What?” the annoyed Namekian asked.

“Why are you torturing me with this joke?” Gohan asked.

“Your dad is seriously messed up, Gohan!” Piccolo said.

“No I’m not!” Goku mentally said.

    Gohan and Piccolo looked out the window to see Goku chowing down on several tons of food.

“Kakkorratt?” Vegita asked, looking up from his book.  “Be quiet!  I am trying to…” He never finished.  He saw Goku eating.  Goku saw him looking.

“Oh, no,” said a miserable Gohan, realizing the inevitable.

“Kakkorratt!  You pig!  Share with me!” Vegita shouted.  He blasted through the wall of the room towards Goku.

“Oh, no!” Goku shouted.  “No way, Vegita!  It’s mine!”  Goku picked up his food and shoveled it all into his mouth.

“Just for that I will crush you like an insignificant annoyance!” shouted Vegita.

    Vegita hunted Goku like an enraged, very hungry Saiya-jin.  The class watched wide-eyed.  After twenty-five minutes, Vegita tackled Goku.

“You pig!  I wanted some!  You have no manners!” Vegita shouted as he began to beat on Goku.

    Mrs. Edible came up with a plan.  “Vegita, don’t you want to read the story?”

    Vegita looked up from the large-stomached Goku.  “YES!  But this…this…this Nappa-like filth was MEAN!”

“Vegita, you have to learn to…” Mrs. Edible began.

“Shut up!” Vegita snapped.  “Let’s just read!”  Vegita flew back inside.

“Ha!   Vegita didn’t get me!” Goku teased.

    Vegita looked at Goku with a powerful stare.  “Human,” Vegita said as a big smile spread across his face.  “Honestly, YOU should have married Bulma!”  Vegita took his seat.

“Now, class,” Mrs. Edible said, “pick up your books.”

    Vegita gladly did so and listened to the end of the story.

“That was stupid,” Piccolo said as Gohan was collecting the books.

“No, it was not,” Vegita said in a very serious tone.

“It was a load of crap!” Piccolo said.

“You are the load of crap, green boy!” Vegita snapped.

“Want a piece of me?” Piccolo asked, standing up and pounding his chest.

“Gladly,” Vegita said.  “I am so very hungry.”

“Boys!” Mrs. Edible said, shutting Piccolo and Vegita up.  “Now, class, it is time for lunch and recess!”

“Yay!” the class excitedly exclaimed as they rushed out of the room.

    Vegita stood up.  “Gohan, where is your pathetic excuse for a father?”

“Look out the window,” Gohan said as he left to get lunch.

“Kakkorratt!” Vegita called.

“What?” asked Goku.

“You said that you would take me out to lunch!” Vegita called.

“Well, you were mean to me, so…NO!” Goku said.  He blurred away.

“Stupid moron head!” Vegita called.  He searched his pants and found his wallet.  He stormed out of the room to find Gohan.

“Yes, you can,” said Gohan.  “You are allowed one hour for lunch, and thirty minutes for recess.  As long as you are back by then…”

“Want to accompany me to lunch, then?” asked Vegita. 

    Gohan’s face went blank.  “Uhh…sure.”

“Good,” said Vegita.  “Let’s go get Goten, Pan, and my son.”

    An unusually kind Vegita treated Trunks, Pan, Goten and Gohan to a large lunch.  They went to a rib house.

“Thanks, Vegita,” Gohan said, as he finished his third ten-pound slab of meat. 

“Thanks, dad,” said Trunks.

“Yeah,” said Goten.

    Pan just nodded.

“Here is your bill,” the waiter said.

“I’ll get it,” Gohan said.  He went for his wallet.

“Let me,” said Vegita.  He pulled out a credit card.  “Give yourself a BIG tip!” Vegita told the waiter.  The waiter scurried off.

    Everyone stared at Vegita in amazement.

“Don’t ask, I’ll tell,” said Vegita.  “Bulma’s credit card.  Her and that hair-brained Goku, he no longer deserves the name Kakkorratt, are pitiful.  I want to treat everyone better than them, everyone on this planet, nicely.  It makes me feel better.”

“Oh!  Time to go!” said Gohan.