"Vegeta! If you don't hurry up we're gonna be late! How would you like it if we were late on the first day?!" yelled Bulma from the Brief family car. Vegeta refrained himself from yelling a few choice words. Maybe if he showed he could control his anger, he would have to go...
"Vegeta! COME ON!!" Bulma screeched. It was then he chose to mumble those words under his breath. How could he not be half insane when he lived with someone like her? Vegeta reluctantly trudged slowly out to the car. "Well, it's about time!" Bulma remarked. Vegeta gave her an evil glare. "Just shut up for one in your life and drive, human!"
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"Hello everybody and welcome to Anger Management Class!" said an over happy, over confident instructor. "Before we get started, I'd like to introduce two of our newest members. Now everyone give a warm welcome to Mrs. Bulma Briefs and her husband Vegeta. Hello Vegeta! Hello Bulma!" The rest of the 'students' disdainfully repeated the instructor's welcome, only with a lot less enthusiasm. "Oh boy," Vegeta said smiling sarcastically. "This is the happiest day of my life. It's always been my dream to be accepted by people that understand me. Yeah right! You're all a bunch of freaks…" Bulma then hit Vegeta over the head with her purse. "Now Bulma, Vegeta. Neither of you is being very nice." the instructor commented. "Vegeta, you should respect others' feelings. Can you spell 'feelings', Vegeta?" "What does that have to do with anything?!" Vegeta yelled. "There's no need to yell Vegeta," said the instructor, still in her over happy mood.
"Oh, but I beg to differ!" Vegeta angrily said. "I was pulled away from my very important training by the nagging human I call my wife to come to this place and be stuck in a room for who knows how long with a bunch of lifeless, moronic humans who have nothing better to do then to talk about and listen to other humans' problems, hoping somehow it will make them better. To top it all off, the person who runs this class acts like she's constantly on a sugar high and seems to think that just because people are in here, they don't have a right to an opinion."
The instructor was stunned at Vegeta's sudden outburst, mostly because it was true. All the men seemed to notice this too and looked around at one another, nodding in agreement. They too had been dragged away from their lives and sports to sit in this class for hours upon hours, not feeling any different when the class was over.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you," Vegeta said standing up, "but I'm getting outta this place before I go insane!" With that he left, bringing with him all the men in the room and Bulma's Gold Master Card. Destination: the local bar.
Meanwhile back in Anger Management Class…
"Good grief! I thought they'd never leave!" Bulma exclaimed standing up. "Come on girls! It's off to the super mall for us!" With that she left, a trail of happy women with their husband's credit cards following behind her.
"Vegeta! COME ON!!" Bulma screeched. It was then he chose to mumble those words under his breath. How could he not be half insane when he lived with someone like her? Vegeta reluctantly trudged slowly out to the car. "Well, it's about time!" Bulma remarked. Vegeta gave her an evil glare. "Just shut up for one in your life and drive, human!"
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"Hello everybody and welcome to Anger Management Class!" said an over happy, over confident instructor. "Before we get started, I'd like to introduce two of our newest members. Now everyone give a warm welcome to Mrs. Bulma Briefs and her husband Vegeta. Hello Vegeta! Hello Bulma!" The rest of the 'students' disdainfully repeated the instructor's welcome, only with a lot less enthusiasm. "Oh boy," Vegeta said smiling sarcastically. "This is the happiest day of my life. It's always been my dream to be accepted by people that understand me. Yeah right! You're all a bunch of freaks…" Bulma then hit Vegeta over the head with her purse. "Now Bulma, Vegeta. Neither of you is being very nice." the instructor commented. "Vegeta, you should respect others' feelings. Can you spell 'feelings', Vegeta?" "What does that have to do with anything?!" Vegeta yelled. "There's no need to yell Vegeta," said the instructor, still in her over happy mood.
"Oh, but I beg to differ!" Vegeta angrily said. "I was pulled away from my very important training by the nagging human I call my wife to come to this place and be stuck in a room for who knows how long with a bunch of lifeless, moronic humans who have nothing better to do then to talk about and listen to other humans' problems, hoping somehow it will make them better. To top it all off, the person who runs this class acts like she's constantly on a sugar high and seems to think that just because people are in here, they don't have a right to an opinion."
The instructor was stunned at Vegeta's sudden outburst, mostly because it was true. All the men seemed to notice this too and looked around at one another, nodding in agreement. They too had been dragged away from their lives and sports to sit in this class for hours upon hours, not feeling any different when the class was over.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you," Vegeta said standing up, "but I'm getting outta this place before I go insane!" With that he left, bringing with him all the men in the room and Bulma's Gold Master Card. Destination: the local bar.
Meanwhile back in Anger Management Class…
"Good grief! I thought they'd never leave!" Bulma exclaimed standing up. "Come on girls! It's off to the super mall for us!" With that she left, a trail of happy women with their husband's credit cards following behind her.
