A/N: So, I wanted to get the other half of this special out by next week, so ya.
Also, some GREAT news! In SIX CHAPTERS, I have almost 50 follows, 3000 views, 18 REviews, and recently, I was added to a community! So thanks to all of YOU for making this happen! So, as a reward, here is the second part of this two parter!
P.S: SHOUTOUT to Cjbeast3000 for guessing the correct answer to my little game, back in chapter 3.
On to the story!
Vegeta was mad.
So damn mad.
And so damn hungry.
He was hustled out of the lunchroom by a teacher who snapped out of staring at the first grader's scene, who marched him to the principal's office. Vegeta now sat on a rickety bench, facing the unsmiling Wioli Watkins. Even worse, the big "brute", sat next to him, flinching whenever the spiky haired saiyan made a sudden move.
He looked around. The principal's desk was furnished with random things. Two gold medals, a rabbit's foot, a picture frame with a thinning picture inside, showing a younger looking Wioli, a stack of detention slips and other papers, and a tv remote, for the flat screen behind him.
Vegeta grumbled and muttered, while Wioli made a grand show of shuffling papers and organizing things while Nappa gave fearful side eye glances.
"Vegeta," boomed the pompous principal. "I'm positive I briefed you on manners of conduct before you crossed the threshold of this school."
"Yeah, so?" retorted the prince. "I was perfectly fine, until this guy," he jabbed a finger towards the 5th grader who jumped in fear, "Bothered me, and ruined my lunch!"
"Yes, I know Vegeta," sighed the principal. "But I can't allow you to hit another student! You could have taken a diplomatic approach and still could have resolved the situation!"
"Yeah, and you're a former general with over a hundred kills to your name." muttered Vegeta.
The principal turned noticeably red and glared at the prince. "I did that in the name of war," he said, slitting his eyes at the first grader. "You don't know what war is like."
All of a sudden, the secretary marched in dragging along a terrified 1st or 2nd grader- Vegeta couldn't tell- who was clutching a five dollar bill. "This is my lunch money! I- I never stole anything!"
"Oh please Raditz, cut the crap," muttered the secretary.
She shoved him onto the bench that Vegeta and Nappa were sitting on and then turned he attention to Wioli.
"Mr. Watkins? This thief and liar just stole this," she snatched the money from "Raditz's" grasp, "from my purse, and tried to make a getaway! Almost every day, I deal with this thief and his escapades! I demand punishment immediately!"
Wioli paused for a moment to reach behind his desk, grab a bottle of pills, and take two from the container. He sighed.
"Miss Peterson, you can go back to the office. Raditz, you can sit with these other young men."
Miss Peterson gave a scowl to Raditz, and stomped out the room. Raditz looked around timidly.
"Raditz," began the tired principal, "You must keep your hands out of other people's pockets! I cannot allow this."
He turned to Vegeta and Nappa. "Vegeta, you know better than to put your hands on other students! I expect better from a royal."
"And you, Nappa, have been in my office too many times to count, so you should know that you are not supposed to threaten or bully anyone in this school! Especially a royal!"
The three troublemakers sat silently.
Watkins promptly signed three detention slips. "You all will serve detention after school lets out. Get out. Go to your next class. Now."
Nappa sat up so fast, he nearly knocked over the bench with his weight. He hurried out of the room, Vegeta and Raditz on his heels.
They all had the same class next, Art. They all walked towards the hall where art was located when all of a sudden Vegeta stopped.
"Hey. I want to talk to you guys."
Nappa immediately froze in fear, and slowly turned around. Raditz turned expectantly to the prince. "What for?"
"I have a grand idea. Nappa, do you have, err, a reputation for being a bully?"
Nappa slowly nodded. "Well," he stammered. "Not anymore."
"That's OK," Vegeta said quickly. "I'll take care of that."
"Raditz," he said, turned to the long haired Saiyan. "Are you good with your, uh, fingers, so to speak?"
Raditz nodded, a slow smile spreading over his lips. "Yeah," he whispered.
Vegeta smirked. Then I have a plan- a plan for all of us."
"What?" asked Nappa doubtfully.
"Listen. In short, we form a mafia, gang, syndicate, whatever you want to call it. We control this school by any means necessary. We steal lunch money, or beat up people for it, and we turn a huge profit."
The other's eyes opened dramatically.
"You, Nappa, will be the bruiser, or muscle."
"Ohhh, I know what I am!" cheered Raditz. "Yeah," said Vegeta. "You are the thief, pickpocket, con artist. Ok?"
"Yeah, and what are you?" asked the towering fifth grader.
"Well, I'm just the mastermind." he said with a smirk. "Boss, genius, whatever you call it."
He put his arms around his "employees" and said, "We can take over this school."
Raditz, fearfully stated, "What about Miss Peterson? She would just shove us into the office over and over again."
"Don't worry about her," said Vegeta. "I'll use my influence as a royal, she'll be in my back pocket."
Nappa and Raditz smiled.
"Ready boys?" asked the prince.
Nappa and Raditz looked at their new leader with newfound admiration. They were about to be something big.
The boys had many adventures and escapades since then. The quickly became the best of friends, and developed a massive syndicate with many employees and freelancers. They quickly made their names for themselves and ruled the school until graduation.
Did you hear of the time they ruled the government for a day and made a Free Ice Cream And Cake Day once a week?
Well, that's just another story.
A/N: Sorry. I'm so sorry it took this long to get this out, I really am!
Next chapter is BARDOCK AND HIS ADVENTURES!
Cheers!
