“Oh, recess time!” said Gohan as they arrived back from a wonderful lunch.

“Cool,” said Vegita.  “I am looking forward to hanging out with people nine times younger than Goku but nine times smarter.”

“Hey, dad.  Want to play some dodge ball with us?” asked Trunks.

“Gladly,” said Vegita.  He walked over to the dodge ball wall where several older kids had already gathered.

“Hey, Piccolo!” Gohan called as he found the Nemekian levitating above a basketball hoop.

“What?” asked Piccolo.

“How are you doing?”

“Not good.”

“Oh?” inquired Gohan.

“The cafeteria food was awful and these stupid orange balls keep hitting me!” Piccolo said.  Just then, a basketball hit him on the head. 

“It’s a basketball!” Gohan said.

“A what?” Piccolo asked.

“It’s part of a game!  Come here and I’ll show you!” 

“Ready?” Vegita asked the kids lined up against the wall.

“Yeah!” the kids exclaimed.

“OK!”  Vegita began to gently toss the ball, making sure not to hurt anyone.  “This is fun!” Vegita thought.  “Well, maybe not.  At least it isn’t as degrading as being around Goku.”

“So, like this?” Piccolo asked, sinking a perfect basket.

“Exactly,” said Gohan.

“Hey, Mister,” an eighth grader asked, “want to play?”

“Go ahead!” encouraged Gohan.

“Uhh…sure,” said Piccolo.

“Shut up you punk!” a large boy screamed at a much smaller boy.

“Leave me alone!” the smaller boy shouted.

    Out of the corner of his eye, Vegita saw the fight starting.  He rushed over to the scene.

“You NEVER call me fat!” the big kid said.

“Leave him alone,” Vegita kindly asked.

“Shut up, you punk!” the big kid said, without ever turning to face Vegita.

“This must be one of Kakkorratt’s, I mean Goku’s, friends,” Vegita thought.  “Now!” Vegita barked.

    The kid turned around.  “Okay, punk!”  The kid was a twelfth grader and stood a good three feet taller than Vegita.  He weighed about ten times more than Vegita.

“Do you have a problem with me?” Vegita asked.

“Yeah, crappy-haired trash!” the bully shouted.

“Good,” said Vegita.  “Prepare to die.”

    The bully looked at Vegita with a strange look and then fell over laughing.

“You have six seconds,” Vegita said.

“Go dad!” Trunks called.  “He is the nastiest moron ever.  Well, next to Goku!”

“Hey,” Goten said, elbowing Trunks.

“And Goten,” Trunks said.

“Run, filth,” Vegita said in the cruelest voice he could manage.

“I work out with Mr. Satan!  He says my power level is over 500!”  The kid looked at Vegita with a superior look.

“I am Vegita, Prince of the Saiya-jins!” Vegita bellowed.  “I am a Super Saiya-jin!  My power level is over 100 million!”

“Sure, crap!” the bully said.  “That trash, that guy that Goku keeps beating, Vegetable?  Yeah, well, you are to smart to be him.  You also look too good to be…”

“Fool,” Vegita laughed.  It only took 1.5 seconds for the bully to be in Earth’s orbit.

    A great cheer went up from the playground.

    The bell rang and everyone headed inside.

“You’re the best Vegita!”

“Yeah!”

“Wanna’ play tomorrow?”

“You’re awesome!”

“You are so cool!”

“Want to come over to my house after school?”

“Will you be my best friend?”

    Vegita couldn’t help cracking a smile as the dozens of kids crowded around him and followed him down the hall.

    Piccolo was getting the same treatment for his 50 on 1 basketball game.  He was, for some reason, enjoying himself.  He enjoyed basketball.  He felt weird.  He shivered at the thought of enjoying something other than fighting.

“Hey, what’s going on?” asked Goku from his spot above the playground.  “Did I see you fighting, Vegita?”

“Want to see something neat?” Vegita asked the children.

“Yeah!” the kids said.

“Watch closely, now,” Vegita said.  “Big Bang Attack!”

“I may as well make Goku pay for this!  I can’t believe I let him talk me into this!” Piccolo thought.  “Special Beam Cannon Fire!” Piccolo shouted.

“Hey!” Goku said.  He dodged the blasts.

“Now!” Vegita said.  All of the kids made a face at Goku.

“Fine!” Goku said as he flew off.

“Jerk,” Vegita said.

“Uhh…yeah, jerk!” Piccolo said, not knowing what the word meant.

“Now, class, did everyone have fun?” Mrs. Edible asked.

“Yeah!” everyone said.

“Good!  Now, time for math!” Gohan said.

“Boo!” everyone said.

“Math…is…scary!” Vegita said.  His classmates found it funny.

    Gohan passed out some worksheets.

“Work alone for a couple minutes and then you can work together,” Mrs. Edible said.

    Vegita wadded a piece of paper up and threw it at Mrs. Edible.  He threw it gently.

The class quietly laughed at Vegita.  Mrs. Edible just looked away.

“Begin,” Mrs. Edible said.

    Vegita stared at his paper and pulled out a small device from his pocket.  He put it into his ear.  He screwed a tube into the earpiece and moved the free end of the tube over the paper.  The words were read to Vegita.  “Bulma’s inventions are so wonderful when they work,” he thought.

    The first question was: “If Marjorie has 5 apples and Billy takes two, how many does Marjorie have?”

“How the heck am I supposed to know what this crap says?” asked Piccolo.

“Can’t you read?” asked Vegita.

“No,” said Piccolo.

“Quiet, Vegita!  I’ll help you, Piccolo” Gohan said.

“This is too easy,” Vegita thought, as he wrote down the number five.”  He soon finished the first four problems.  One to go.  It read: “If Billy has 6 apples and Goku eats them all, what does Billy have?”

    Vegita fell out of his chair laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Mrs. Edible asked.

“This problem.”

“Oh?”

“If Goku takes Billy’s apples then Billy has a thing against Goku and a friend named Vegita.”  Piccolo and Gohan laughed with Vegita.  Everyone else was quiet.