Chapter 3
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Vegeta whined as he was dumped in a gray plastic chair. The teacher let go of his ear and turned to the secretary.
"This boy says he has never attended school before," she said through tight lips. "I trust you will contact the proper authorities?"
"Of course Ms.Nastya," the young woman nodded smiled. "We'll keep him at the school until then too."
"Good," Ms.Nastya marched out the door. The secretary came over and sat beside him handing him a form.
"Would you mind filling this out..." she waited for a name.
"Veggie," Vegeta replied grumpily using the name he had given Gohan. He took the clipboard and quickly filled out the spaces. After the woman took it back and skimmed over it.
"Name, Prince Veggie? Okay, whatever," she shook her head. "How old are you?"
"Don't know," he replied in a muffled tone.
"How can you not know your own age?" the woman scratched her head. "You look about six, I'll assign you to a class until the child care person comes."
"A class?" Vegeta asked confused. Then it hit him. He remembered Trunks telling him something about how school works when the woman had made him spend some 'bonding' time with him that didn't include training him.
"Yes, go to room M04. It's down stairs and the first class on the left."
Vegeta found himself shoved out the door with a pink slip in his hands. He saw the front door right in front of him. Angrily he was about to walk out them and leave the stupid school then something in him whimpered about being caught.
"Grrrr," he growled trying to ignore that voice. After a few minutes debate with himself he walked down the stairs looking for the classroom. * M01, M02, M03 and there's M04 * he thought to himself knocking on the wooden door.
"Hello?" a small face poked out the door. "Ms.Nastya, there's a boy at the door here."
"Send him in!" the all too familiar voice snapped making the little girl cringe. She opened the door the rest of the way letting Vegeta through. "You," Ms.Nastya sneered.
"I was sent here to stay in the class," Vegeta told her handing the pink slip over to her. Ms.Nastya.
"Take a seat beside Gohan," she grumbled turning back to the board. "If the variable is 5647,and H is equal to one quarter that and G is 15 times H and Y is one fifth of G what is Y?"
Vegeta hurried down the straight rows to sit beside a sleepy Gohan. "Gohan answer the question!" Ms.Nastya pointed to the slumped boy.
"Y equals 4235.25," he yawned. (A/N: That's right too!)
"Good, Veggie how did Gohan get that?" the teacher's sharp eyes turned to glare at him.
"Um, er, well..." Vegeta squirmed in his small chair. "He's really, really smart?"
"No," Ms.Nastya glared at him while the rest of the class giggled. "For that you may sit outside."
Vegeta was forced to take his chair and sit outside the classroom hearing the teacher go through all the students with the difficult questions. * How did Trunks do it? * He asked himself.
* Besides that why do I have to do it? *
"Excuse me, are you Prince Vegeta?" a kind voice jerked him out of his thoughts.
"And if I am?" he glared at the smiling woman.
"I'm Mrs.Nicely," she offered her hand but Vegeta ignored it. "I am from Child Care Adoption Agency. I heard that you have no home, if you will let us we can help."
"I won't let you," he grumbled closing his eyes. Guilt bubbled up inside him but he stubbornly pushed it down. "I am perfectly fine."
"But you don't have a place to stay," she pulled on his arm. "I already have a nice bed ready for you!"
"I have a place," he pushed her arm away. "Now leave."
"And where is that?" she asked sternly.
"The Son place," he smirked back at her. "I'm an...old friend."
"I will need to talk to this 'Son' family," she tried again to pull him from his seat. "You can wait with me until then!"
Suddenly he felt a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. * Something to do with being a human... oh I know! Fear! *. He struggled in her grasp but he found that he was too weak, too weak for a human female. He did the only thing he could think and almost gagged for thinking of it. "Gohan help!"
The door blasted open to reveal an angry Gohan. "Let him go," he said in a deathly quiet voice his chi surrounding him.
"Ok," the woman dropped Vegeta nervously. "Um...bye!" she ran off leaving Gohan and Vegeta to Ms.Nastya.
"Let's go," Vegeta whispered at the teacher loomed over them.
"R-right," Gohan grabbed Vegeta's hand going through the door to get outside. "Mom is going to KILL me!"
"Er, why don't we wait a while before going to your house?" Vegeta asked nervously not wanting to face Chichi.
"That would be a good idea Veggie," Gohan readily agreed. "But dad will probably have seen my power level and come see what was wrong." Suddenly his head snapped up. "In fact here he is now!"
"Hi Gohan," Vegeta turned slowly around. There floating slightly above them on a yellow cloud was the one and only Goku.
"Kakorat," he said grimly meeting his long time 'foe'.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Vegeta whined as he was dumped in a gray plastic chair. The teacher let go of his ear and turned to the secretary.
"This boy says he has never attended school before," she said through tight lips. "I trust you will contact the proper authorities?"
"Of course Ms.Nastya," the young woman nodded smiled. "We'll keep him at the school until then too."
"Good," Ms.Nastya marched out the door. The secretary came over and sat beside him handing him a form.
"Would you mind filling this out..." she waited for a name.
"Veggie," Vegeta replied grumpily using the name he had given Gohan. He took the clipboard and quickly filled out the spaces. After the woman took it back and skimmed over it.
"Name, Prince Veggie? Okay, whatever," she shook her head. "How old are you?"
"Don't know," he replied in a muffled tone.
"How can you not know your own age?" the woman scratched her head. "You look about six, I'll assign you to a class until the child care person comes."
"A class?" Vegeta asked confused. Then it hit him. He remembered Trunks telling him something about how school works when the woman had made him spend some 'bonding' time with him that didn't include training him.
"Yes, go to room M04. It's down stairs and the first class on the left."
Vegeta found himself shoved out the door with a pink slip in his hands. He saw the front door right in front of him. Angrily he was about to walk out them and leave the stupid school then something in him whimpered about being caught.
"Grrrr," he growled trying to ignore that voice. After a few minutes debate with himself he walked down the stairs looking for the classroom. * M01, M02, M03 and there's M04 * he thought to himself knocking on the wooden door.
"Hello?" a small face poked out the door. "Ms.Nastya, there's a boy at the door here."
"Send him in!" the all too familiar voice snapped making the little girl cringe. She opened the door the rest of the way letting Vegeta through. "You," Ms.Nastya sneered.
"I was sent here to stay in the class," Vegeta told her handing the pink slip over to her. Ms.Nastya.
"Take a seat beside Gohan," she grumbled turning back to the board. "If the variable is 5647,and H is equal to one quarter that and G is 15 times H and Y is one fifth of G what is Y?"
Vegeta hurried down the straight rows to sit beside a sleepy Gohan. "Gohan answer the question!" Ms.Nastya pointed to the slumped boy.
"Y equals 4235.25," he yawned. (A/N: That's right too!)
"Good, Veggie how did Gohan get that?" the teacher's sharp eyes turned to glare at him.
"Um, er, well..." Vegeta squirmed in his small chair. "He's really, really smart?"
"No," Ms.Nastya glared at him while the rest of the class giggled. "For that you may sit outside."
Vegeta was forced to take his chair and sit outside the classroom hearing the teacher go through all the students with the difficult questions. * How did Trunks do it? * He asked himself.
* Besides that why do I have to do it? *
"Excuse me, are you Prince Vegeta?" a kind voice jerked him out of his thoughts.
"And if I am?" he glared at the smiling woman.
"I'm Mrs.Nicely," she offered her hand but Vegeta ignored it. "I am from Child Care Adoption Agency. I heard that you have no home, if you will let us we can help."
"I won't let you," he grumbled closing his eyes. Guilt bubbled up inside him but he stubbornly pushed it down. "I am perfectly fine."
"But you don't have a place to stay," she pulled on his arm. "I already have a nice bed ready for you!"
"I have a place," he pushed her arm away. "Now leave."
"And where is that?" she asked sternly.
"The Son place," he smirked back at her. "I'm an...old friend."
"I will need to talk to this 'Son' family," she tried again to pull him from his seat. "You can wait with me until then!"
Suddenly he felt a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. * Something to do with being a human... oh I know! Fear! *. He struggled in her grasp but he found that he was too weak, too weak for a human female. He did the only thing he could think and almost gagged for thinking of it. "Gohan help!"
The door blasted open to reveal an angry Gohan. "Let him go," he said in a deathly quiet voice his chi surrounding him.
"Ok," the woman dropped Vegeta nervously. "Um...bye!" she ran off leaving Gohan and Vegeta to Ms.Nastya.
"Let's go," Vegeta whispered at the teacher loomed over them.
"R-right," Gohan grabbed Vegeta's hand going through the door to get outside. "Mom is going to KILL me!"
"Er, why don't we wait a while before going to your house?" Vegeta asked nervously not wanting to face Chichi.
"That would be a good idea Veggie," Gohan readily agreed. "But dad will probably have seen my power level and come see what was wrong." Suddenly his head snapped up. "In fact here he is now!"
"Hi Gohan," Vegeta turned slowly around. There floating slightly above them on a yellow cloud was the one and only Goku.
"Kakorat," he said grimly meeting his long time 'foe'.