"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"Yes, I can, dear," Bulma said as she tried to pry Vegeta off of the bedpost. "It will be a good cultural experience."

"I thought we had already agreed that culture hates me!"

Bulma stopped for a moment to think. "If you don't go, I'll stop cooking for you!"

Vegeta tightened his grip. "Well then, I'll stay here!"

Bulma took out her wrench. "Vegeta, get off before I make you get off."

Vegeta gulped, but still held on, a determined look on his face.

"1…"

"I won't give in to you, woman!"

"2…"

"You can't make me!"

"3!"

CLANG!

A howl of pain echoed through the house. Vegeta was on the floor, clutching his throbbing hands. "You will pay for this later, woman," he hissed.

"Yeah?" retorted Bulma. "What are you going to do? Pout at me?"

Vegeta pouted, and then realized he was pouting and quickly withdrew into his scowl. "I hate you sometimes."

Bulma leaned over and gave her hubby a kiss. "Look dear, we're doing it for Trunks. You know we have to. Anyways, I didn't make you go to any of the other parent-teacher conferences."

"I am the Prince of ALL SAIYANS! I shouldn't have to go to –"

CLANG!

More screams of pain. Vegeta was curled up on the floor, clutching his head. Bulma had her wrench out again, and her eyes flashed evilly. "Don't make me do that again. This is IT! You WILL COME!" She laughed insanely.

Vegeta screamed to Kami, "Why? WHY?"

Bulma, who thought that the question was directed at her, replied, "Because I say so!"

Vegeta cowered against the wall.

"Now I'll get you some proper clothes." Bulma turned to the closet and pulled out - sinister music plays thunder crashes the lights darken - THE PINK SHIRT!

Vegeta screamed.

Somewhere in the mountains…

"Did you hear something?" asked Goku.

Gohan stood up. "It sounded like a heart bursting apart in pure terror. I pity the creature that made that sound."

Back at Capsule Corps…

Vegeta stood at the bottom of the stairwell in his pink shirt and blue jeans. Bulma had tried to make him wear the yellow pants as well, but he had managed to send them into the next dimension before Bulma had gotten them on. Vegeta glared around the room, feeling trapped as he waited for Bulma to come down the stairs. Looking into the living room, Vegeta spied Trunks playing his Nintendo. For the first time in his life, Vegeta envied Trunks.

Just then, he felt some cold air behind him. He whirled around, but there was nothing there. He felt a sinister presence. Lightning flashed, and suddenly Bulma was standing at the front door.

"Time to go!" she cried.

Vegeta could have sworn that at that moment she had sprouted fangs. As he was being dragged out of the door, he cried to Trunks, "Son, if I don't come back, remember, I love you!"

And then he was gone.

Trunks sat in the dark room with only the flickering glow of the T.V. on his face. "I love you too, Father. Good luck."

Chpt. 2

Bulma and Vegeta stood outside of the school. A moment in time seemed to freeze for Vegeta. All of his senses were screaming for him to turn back. As he stood there, he could hear the rain falling, splashing into the puddles. For a moment he thought he could see the ghosts of tortured souls kneeling by the front door, crying in pain and anguish. Vegeta trembled. He was truly terrified.

"Well, come on! We're going to be late," Bulma snapped. She grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the front door.

"No!" he cried. "Do you not see them? Do you not see the weeping children? Don't you SEE them?"

Bulma stopped and stared at him. "No."

"Ah!" gasped Vegeta. "You're standing on a SOUL!" He shoved Bulma away and bent down to check on the poor invisible child. "Are you all right?"

"Vegeta! Acting delirious is NOT going to get you out of this!"

The poor children could only gaze in despair as Vegeta was dragged off down the hallways. Just as he rounded the corner, out of sight of the children, he asked himself, "What is this place?"

Bulma sighed. "This is a school, Vegeta. Children come here to learn."

"Learn what?"

"They learn to read, and write, and share, and care."

Vegeta turned away. "The Devil's work."

Bulma gave Vegeta a strange look and continued down the dark hallway. Vegeta followed after her, head down, sneaking glances to the side.

"Oh, there's Trunks' classroom," Bulma said, pointing to a door on the left.

"We send our CHILD here?" Vegeta asked in disbelief. Vegeta stood in the doorway. He knew in that moment that he had to protect his son. With new resolution, he marched through the door. These people had hell to pay.