Discaimer: I don't DBZ yadda yadda yadda

AN:
*blah blah* means thoughts


Chapter One
Daydreams

"Yamcha? Do you know the answer?" The teacher of the seventh grade Saiyan History class, Mrs. Beckman, was getting irritated."Yamcha!" She screamed.

"Huh, what?" Yamcha replied groggily. "What did I do?"

"Nothing Yamcha, that's exactly it! Nothing! Get out of my class! NOW!" Mrs. Beckman's face was turning red with anger. Yamcha got the idea and ran out the classroom door. He walked quietly to the principals office, he opened the large door quietly, or at least as quietly as possible.

"Yamcha," Napa whispered quietly, "What-cha do?"

"Fell asleep in Mrs. Beckman's room." He replied

Napa started laughing. "Good one." He said, while in his mind he was thinking something more like *stupid shit*

"So wuzzup?" Yamcha tried to start a conversation with a grin, but all he got back was a punch in the face. "Ouch! What was that for!" He yelled while holding his nose.

"You are THE biggest loser!" Napa started laughing again, but was silenced by a loud booming voice. It was Mr. Deneb. They both cringed.

"Yamcha" Said the booming voice. Yamcha stood up and almost wet his pants. He walked over to the small office off to his side.

"Mr. Deneb, H-Hi." He smiled meekly.

"Sit." He pointed to a chair to the left.

Yamcha sat then looked up at Mr. Deneb.

"I heard that you fell asleep inside of Mrs. Beckman's room. I just got off of the phone with her."

"But,..."

"Did I say YOU could speak maggot?" He boomed, eyes red.

"N-Noo...Yipe." He jumped when he noticed that wasn't a question to be answered.

"Well, what should your punishment be? A year in HELL! Surrounded by WOMEN!"

"NOOOOOOO!!!!"

"Geez! Wake up and shut up!" Vegeta then shoved Yamcha out of his desk and onto the floor.

"Ow!"

"I said SHUT UP!" Vegeta was getting pissed. First he had to see the moron drooling on the desk in his sleep, Look at his face, and then here him yelling in the middle of class? *If I get in trouble, I am going to...*

"Vegeta," Mrs. Beckman was smiling at him. "What is within the southern territory of Vegeta-sei?"

he 'humphed' then looked at her. "How the hell am I supposed to know anything with this moron sitting next to me?"

"Would you do better at another seat?"

"Hmm...I wonder. What do you think woman!"

"Fine. There is a free seat next to...Bulma. Go there."

"No way! I am not sitting next to a blue haired freak!"

"Vegeta....MOVE!"

"No."

"VEGETA! WHAT THE FUC.."She paused, catching herself. "..WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?!?"

"uh-oh..teacher said a potty-word" Yamcha added

"Grr..." The teacher pegged him in the back of the head and he flew into a wall on the far left of the class.

"Fine! I'm moving!....irate bitch..." He mumbled the last part for her not to hear. Vegeta then gathered his things and moved to sit between Kakkorat and Bulma.

Bulma growled deep in her throat. "Freak huh?" she asked. Then she jumped and gave a good upper-cut to Vegeta's jaw. Not expecting the attack he wasn't able to block in time. Vegeta went flying and crashed threw Ruby's desk.

"Good thing I got up." Ruby said sarcastically.

Vegeta got up rubbing his jaw and glaring daggers. He was about to retaliate when Mrs. Beckman spoke. "I don't think so Vegeta!" He stopped dead in his tracks and went to sit back down at his desk.

The bell rang and they all scattered and left the classroom to go home. All but two. "This is far from over woman." Vegeta said. His voice full of malice.

"Yes, Vegeta. Far from over." She smirked and walked out of the classroom and turned at the door. "Oh, and Vegeta." He turned, "Next time, I won't go so easy on you." Then she left before he could respond.






How was that? I am not used to humor. Should I finish this one? Review!