By Spirit Wolf
Episode 4 - Books and Stationary
"Here you go," Miss Serlen said, shoving a piece of paper into Goku's and Vegeta's hands. "These are your timetables. You two have special classes."
Goku stared blankly at the paper in his hands. "Uh…?"
"Those are the lesson you'll be going to," she explained.
"Oh. Okay."
Miss Serlen had managed to gather her whole class and was now leading them towards… somewhere. Goku hadn't really been listening, mostly because they had just passed the canteen.
Finally, they reached their destination: the Stationary Room.
Miss Serlen walked over to a large box with "Miss Serlen" written on the side. "Okay," she said. "I need someone to help carry this box back to class. Someone big and strong…" Her eyes wandered toward Vegeta. "…And handsome and strong and handsome and cute and strong…" she droned on.
Vegeta got a panicked expression on his face. The other students in the class, who looked like they were about 8 or 9, glanced at each other in worry.
Miss Serlen walked towards Vegeta and placed her hand on his arm. "Someone like you."
Vegeta squirmed visibly and pulled away. "Go away, woman! You can carry your own stupid box!"
Miss Serlen looked disappointed.
"I'll do it," Goku said, eager as always to help. He picked up the large box and suddenly realized just how big it was. He couldn't see over it.
"Okay, let's head to class," Miss Serlen said. Goku heard the footsteps of the students as they followed Miss Serlen to class.
"Vegeeetaaa," Goku called meekly.
"What, baka?"
"I caaaaan't seeee!"
"I noticed."
Silence.
"Vegeeetaaa."
"WHAT?!"
"I need you to guide me."
A sigh. "Fine. Walk forwards."
Goku did.
"Now turn right."
Goku did.
"Okay, left."
Goku did.
"Now spin around in a circle."
Goku froze.
"Just testing," Vegeta laughed. "Okay, go forwards."
"Okay."
"Left."
"Okay."
"Right."
"Okay."
"Right."
"Oka - OW!"
At that point, two things happened. The first is Goku stubbed his toe on a table leg. The second is the box collided with the wall, which in turn caused Goku's head to collide with the box.
"AAAHHH!!! That hurt!" Goku cried, hopping on one foot and trying to rub his head at the same time with one arm, all while still carrying the box.
"Oops, my mistake," Vegeta chuckled. "Alright, turn left."
"Er… no thanks, I think I'll find my own way," Goku said, not quite sure how to tell Vegeta that he didn't trust him. After a precarious balancing act, he managed to hoist the box above his head, and slowly made his way out of the room. Once outside, he noticed the rest of the class entering their classroom, so he followed as quickly as he could, with Vegeta following cautiously. He finally made it into the class and carefully put the box on the floor. Vegeta stood at the doorway, a frown on his face.
Miss Serlen smiled. "Thanks for that, Goku. Now everybody, please take a seat. I will now hand out your stationary."
Goku looked around and then chose a desk. He pulled the chair out and sat down, and then quickly discovered that the top of his desk could open up, revealing a storage space underneath for his books. "Ooohh…"
"That means you too, Vegeta," Miss Serlen said to Vegeta, who was still standing in the doorway. Vegeta grumbled and took the last remaining desk - which just happened to be next to Goku's.
Miss Serlen opened the large box and started pulling smaller boxes out of it. She then started handing them around the class, one for each person. Goku opened his eagerly and peeked inside. The box contained an empty pencil case, several exercise books, various coloured pens and pencils, an eraser, a ruler, a pencil sharpener, a glue stick, and a bottle of liquid paper. Goku pulled his pencil case out first. To his delight, it had little pictures of fish all over it. Mmm… fish…
"And WHAT do you call THIS?!" Vegeta cried. Goku glanced at him. He was holding his own pencil case in the air doubtfully. It was decorated with love hearts.
Miss Serlen smiled at him. "That's your new pencil case."
"I can see that," Vegeta growled. "What's ON it?!"
"I think they're called love hearts," Goku offered.
Vegeta sent him a glare that could melt ice.
"Okay everyone, time for our maths test!" Miss Serlen announced.
All the kids in the class groaned in protest, while Goku gaped. This didn't sound good.
She quickly handed out the tests, and several kids began to complain.
"Now now, just try your best. This is just to see how far along you all are with your maths. It doesn't go toward your final grade."
Goku stared at his sheet, speechless. He started to raise his hand. "Um, Miss…?"
"You all have one hour, your time starts now," Miss Serlen said. "And no talking!"
Goku gulped. He looked back at his sheet. Squinting, he stared at the numbers and letters. It had been a while since he'd had to read anything…
He reached for his pencil, which - luckily for Goku - was already sharpened. He started to chew the end as he stared at the paper. He glanced over at Vegeta, who was swiftly writing answers on his test while muttering angrily under his breath.
Goku stared back at his sheet and sighed. Okay, you can do this, Goku.
Squinting hard, he managed to figure out what the first sum said. 25 multiplied by 9.
How am I supposed to do this?!
He tried hard to figure it out, but it was no use. He instead began to berate himself. Why do I have no problems figuring stuff like this out when I'm fighting? Why can't I do it now?
He decided to try a different approach. If Frieza sent 9 groups of his soldiers after me - each with 25 soldiers in them - how many would I have to face? To his delight, the answer popped up in his head easily. 225! He happily wrote down the answer, and then went on to the next question, using a similar method. If Cell created 54 Cell Juniors and half of them attacked, how many would I have to fight?
He used the trick for every sum, until finally, he reached the last question. He quickly figured out the answer ("If Buu threw 87 Ki Blasts at me…") and wrote down his answer. But in his rush to finish the test, he made a mistake and wrote the wrong number. He quickly panicked. No! What do I do?!
He tried to scribble over it and write the correct answer next to it, but there wasn't enough room.
Okay, calm down. There must be something here I can use to fix it.
He quickly looked over his stationary. He hadn't had to use any of it before, so he didn't recognize anything. Finally, he made a decision and reached for the Glue Stick.
He unscrewed the lid and then ran it over his mistake. But instead of deleting his mistake, the Glue Stick just left a layer of clear glue on it.
Goku frowned. That's not right. He tried to wipe the glue away with his hand, and it smeared slightly. Panicking, he pulled his hand away. What had he done?
Trying to figure out what to do now, he put his hand behind his head to scratch an itch.
The hand with the glue on it.
Before Goku could realize his mistake, his hand was stuck to the back of his head. Blushing deeply, he hoped no one else in the class was watching.
"Time's up!" Miss Serlen announced. "I will now collect your sheets." She started going around the room, collecting the tests as she went. Vegeta looked rather pleased with himself as he handed up his.
Goku stopped trying to free his hand from his hair and tried to act casual as Miss Serlen collected his sheet. She headed back to the front of the class. "Now, your tests will be marked tonight and… yes Goku, do you have a question?"
Goku blushed. "Um… no."
"Then why have you raised your arm?"
"Um…"
Vegeta sighed. He could tell something was wrong. "What have you done now, Kakarot?"
"Um…"
Miss Serlen saw the Glue Stick still open on Goku's desk. She slapped her forehead. "Oh no…"
"Veggie… help…" Goku pleaded.
Vegeta sighed again. He got up and walked over to Goku. He grabbed the offending piece of hair and started to pull.
"NO!!!! NOT MY HAIR!!!"
"Kakarot…!"
"ANYTHING BUT MY HAIR!!!! FIND ANOTHER WAY!!!! PLEASE!!!"
Vegeta looked over his own stationary. He wasn't very familiar with it, either. Finally, he grabbed the bottle of liquid paper, deciding that it must be some kind of anti-glue.
"No!" Miss Serlen cried. But she was too late.
Vegeta tipped the bottle's contents over Goku, then frowned when Goku's hand did not come unstuck. Now not only was Goku's hand stuck in his hair, but his hair had white streaks of liquid paper through it. And he was panicking.
"AAAHHH!!!! GET IT OFF!!!! GET IT OFF!!!!"
Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle.
Miss Serlen sighed. "I'll get the school nurse…"
Next time: Hey, this is Goku! Next time, Vegeta and I - with my new hairstyle - attend cooking class. Almost everyone knows not to let a Saiyan near a kitchen appliance, but does our teacher?! Be sure to tune in to the next exciting episode of Dragonballlll Zeee!!!
