This is my first story on this web site so please no flames unless it is something I really need to know, and I do not own any of the DBZ character. Please enjoy the story.
Chapter 1, Registration
The Z warriors, or should I say, the some-day-to-be-warriors, are all at their homes getting ready for registration day: for kindergarten. Let's see how Goku is doing.
"But dad, I'm hungry!" whined a small Saiyan boy who was clinging stubbornly to the door handle of the refrigerator while his father was tugging on the boy's ankles in an attempt to "uncling" his son.
"Kakarot, whether you're hungry or not, you ARE going to the registration!" Bardock was ticked, but even more ticked to see his older son sitting on the couch doing nothing but watching a live rock concert on the old kinda busted-looking TV.
"Raditz, Get your sorry monkey butt over here!" Raditz apathetically narrowed his eyes at his father before turning his head back to the TV screen.
"Raditz, if you don't come over here right now, I will shave your head bald!" At that threat, the teenage Saiyan hastily flew over from the living room to the kitchen where his father was still trying to yank Kakarot off the fridge.
"What do you want, dad?" Raditz asked after crossing his arms, sighing, before rolling his eyes unenthusiastically. He was clearly obligating to help unwillingly.
"You're coming with me to the registration so afterwards, I can take you to the barber to get a haircut." Bardock said, still having trouble removing Goku from the fridge. Raditz frowned at Bardock's words in response.
"No way I'm getting a haircut!" The ridiculously long spiky-haired teen protested before his dad gave him a sharp look in the eye.
"Look at the mirror! From behind, you look like a walking pile of hair!"
"But dad, it's the latest thing! All the rock stars have their hair like this! See?" Raditz took out a folded up poster of a rock star from his pocket before unfolding it and showing it to his father.
"Look! Your hair is twice as long as the guy in the picture!" Bardock argued with a disgusted face, stabbing a pointing finger at the hair of the rock star who's hair was only half his height. While Bardock was busy, Kakarot finally let go of the fridge, causing his father to go flying backwards into the dining room wall behind.
"Okay... let's just go to the registration." Bardock said as he got up, exhaling tiredly from stress. It wasn't long before the three were soon out the door and flying straight to the registration. Heh heh, I guess you could call that a family reunion. Now, let's take a peek at what Vegeta is up to. At the moment, Vegeta and King Vegeta are in the living room having a little discussion, about to depart for the registration.
"So, am I going to be trained by you again this year, dad?" the young prince asked his father while he had his little arms crossed and held that little grumpy face, that signature pose and expression Vegeta was known for.
"I told you, not this year. You're going to an ordinary school." King Vegeta answered as he placed his cape onto the shoulders of his armor.
"WHAT! Public training? Absurd! I've always been tutored by you and you alone, dad! Why are you sending me to public school, of all things!" The royal heir argued, stamping his foot.
"Not this year, Vegeta. And it's not public training either, it's an ordinary school of useless education. I am sending you there as punishment of your insolence!" King Vegeta growled before retaining his calm demeanor. The young prince growled up at his father, his Saiyan tail frilling out to reflect his anger and detest. After a few seconds, he huffed out his steam and mildly calmed down.
"Humph, well if any weakling there gets on my nerves, I won't hesitate to make them suffer." Vegeta muttered as he continued to wait at the door with his shoulders raised up in tension, his arms tightly crossed, and his face holding a heavy scowl.
"Think again, Vegeta. This school doesn't tolerate fights; just the way I wish for you to be tortured. And if I hear you start any trouble down there, then don't expect the consequences to be small, mah boi! Mah boi! Mah boi! Mah boi! Mah boi-... Now, let us be on our way." King Vegeta made his way out the door as Nappa opened it politely for the two royal figures. Vegeta only muttered in sloppily suppressed irritation, following right behind his father before Nappa shut the door behind the three of them to further escort. Well that wasn't as noisy as the last family or as violent. So, let's see the Briefs. We find the Briefs are already in line at the Registration.
"Mommy, who are the lizard-like people behind us?" Asked a young Bulma.
"I don't know, dear" replied Mrs. Briefs. Bulma took a quick look at Frieza then turned away.
"But they look strange..."
"Now dear, we shouldn't talk about others like that." With that, Bulma and her mom continued to wait patiently while a certain young bandit with a blue cat stood in front, holding up the line.
"Whad'da ya mean I have to have a parent with me?" Yamcha yelled in anger, unpleased with what the man behind the desk had told him.
"I'm sorry, but without a parent or at least a guardian, we cannot register you into this school." The secretary repeated.
"I should have known! This school stinks! Puar, let's go." Yamcha stomped away from the office with Puar floating, following just behind.
"But Yamcha, I thought we were going to get registered." Puar frowned with a tone of sad disappointed.
"I will. I only said the school stinks to get that grownup off my scent." Yamcha replied casually.
"Really? But how are we going to do that if the secretary man won't register us?" Puar asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Simple, the secretary didn't say I couldn't register myself." Yamcha smirked as the naughty duo sneaked into the Principal's office.
Well, there ya have it: the first chapter of the story! See ya 'til the next chapter of "The Z Gang in Kindergarten"!