Vegeta
takes drivers ed.
It was summer in the city; the birds were chiming; the sun
was bright; and, Vegeta was angry in the now room temperature class. His impatience was getting the better of
him.
"This
is insane! That man has been raving
about law this and crashes that! Why
did I comply with that woman when she told me to take this idiotic class?! Because, she threatened to take away my
gravity room and that the bed would develop icicles for a month if I did not,
that's why!!!"
This was drivers ed. Vegeta had been going only two days,
and he was subjected to hours of law classes.
The fat man, who was the instructor, was talking about the
responsibilities of driving, but Vegeta did not care. All he wanted to do was blow this man out of existence.
"Look
at him. He is waddling back and fourth
rambling on and on. Look at me! I, the prince of sayins, am sitting here
listening to a waddling, rambling duck!!!!"
"IF YOU
DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW, BLUBER BALL, YOU'RE HISTORY!!!"
Bulma was ticked, or, to put it more accurately, she was
mad at him.
"All you had to do was listen for
two hours, and you couldn't even do that!
Honestly, Vegeta! What kind of a
father figure are you anyway? You give
your life to protect Trunks, but that won't be useful if you aren't a good
father figure. Maybe I should have told
the others to not resurrect you with the dragon balls."
"I am royalty, woman!! Why should I take this stupid class? I could be training to become more powerful
that Kakorrot!"
"There is another reason."
"What do
you mean?!"
"Well, Goku has a license. You can exceed his power level by a million
times, but he will still have something you don't have."
Vegeta thought for a moment.
"Alright, but only to exceed
Kakorrot."
Bulma hugged him in response, surprisingly.
"Damn you, woman. You always use my rivalry to get what you
want!"
It was two weeks into the course; Vegeta was driving that
day.
"Two and ten, Mr…?"
"Vegeta."
"Ok, Mr. Vegeta."
"JUST Vegeta."
"Ok, Mr. Vegeta."
"Dahhh!"
They were on the highway when someone cut them off; Vegeta
honked the horn in anger.
"Temper, Mr. Vegeta, turns to
road rage."
He ignored him.
"Fool!!! So, you want to cut me off…"
He held his hand towards the antagonizing car.
"So, I will cut you off, as well,
to ANOTHER DIMENSION!!!"
The car disappeared in a small sound of an explosion and a
dark orange cloud. With a smile on his
face, he looked at his shocked instructor.
"I'll give you a five as a
score."
"Out of what?"
"Four…"
It was now three weeks into the course; Vegeta was in the
simulator today.
"That's
it, students. Just drive carefully, and
you will do fine," the simulator instructor said.
"This
is actually kind of fun," Vegeta thought, "This is like Trunks' video
game he had that woman buy."
They were learning about pedestrian situations. The screen
projected a scene of a man running into the street; Vegeta slammed on the
accelerator.
"Mr.
Vegeta! You just killed a pedestrian!"
"He was a
fool to get in my way."
"Pedestrians
always have the right of way!"
"I am
royalty! And, royalty always has the
right of way!!"
The next scene was a bicyclist falling off his bike into
the street; Vegeta again floored the accelerator.
"Mr.
Vegeta!!"
"What? Don't tell me that weakling has the right of
way also!"
The last scene was a jaywalker running across the street,
and, again, Vegeta slammed the accelerator.
"Mr.
Vegeta!!!"
"What? He was breaking the law! I stood up for the rules, for once!"
"He was
still a pedestrian!!"
Vegeta looked at the screen in frustration.
"Screw
these pedestrians."
He then fired a ki blast at the screen and blew that and
the wall it was on out of existence. In
the smoke of what use to be a screen and wall, the instructor saw the smile on
Vegeta's face, the same one the driving instructor told her about when he made
the car disappear.
"Should I
consider you a pedestrian?"
"No!"
"Good. I would hate to send you to another
dimension so soon."
Vegeta was now almost done with drivers ed. He was now in his last classroom session. Bulma had to pay for the damages to the
simulator to get Vegeta to pass, but she had Capsule Corps.' income at her
disposal, not that she liked use it in the five digit range. Vegeta was again subjected to talk from the
"waddling duck."
"Not
you again! I want out of this with my
papers! Why won't these two last hours
pass?!"
The class was finally over and Vegeta was about to be
handed the papers that would enable him to get his license; he was last in line
due to his name.
"Congratulations,
Mr. Vegeta. You have successfully
finished this course."
"Thank
you."
As he left the building, all the instructors were
breathing a sigh of relief. Then,
Vegeta stopped in the parking lot and put up his cupped hand with his palm
parallel to the ground. A sphere of
energy appeared in his hand as the relived instructors began to panic; they
could see from the window in the room that he was not through with them.
"Oh
my! Where are my manners? I completely forgot to say goodbye."
"Oh, Vegeta! I can't believe you finally have you
license," Bulma said.
"Woman,
it's only a temporary license. The real
thing won't come in for a month or so from now."
It was the next day.
Vegeta was able to get to the DPS before it closed; he still had to
"convince" the officer there to let him get the license, but he got it.
"Dad, you
got you license?" a curious Trunks asked.
"Yes,
son."
"Trunks. Can you go and get the newspaper, dear?"
"Ok,
Mom."
Bulma again hugged Vegeta.
"Wow! You did it."
"Yah. After the wrong motivation."
Trunks came in with the paper just then.
"Mom. I think there is a story about Dad in here."
"Really
Trunks? Let me see."
"Uh
oh."
Bulma took one look at the front page and slapped Vegeta
on the back of the head.
"VEGETA!!!"
Vegeta looked at the paper and saw the headline:
DRIVERS ED. BUILDING DISTROYED IN UKNOWN BLAST.
He had the smile on his face again.
