History as it never was (also called History: Saiyan Style)
By Lord Tabris

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or anything related to it. Except for a 'History of Trunks' video. I wish I owned more, but oh well, that's life I guess.

Here it is! The next chapter of Vegeta's torture of poor Gohan. Thanks for the reviews!


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Chapter 3: What were the Cell Games?



Gohan looked up at the clock and was pleased to see that the lesson was almost over. Actually, it hadn't gone too bad. Sharpener was the only person that got injured.

He chuckled at the memory. Sharpener had commented on how hot he thought Bulma Briefs was, and how she should come to him if she wants a real man. Ofcourse, Vegeta had overheard. Two seconds later, Sharpener was unconscious out on the baseball pitch. Vegeta had hurled him out of the window. And the classroom was on the third floor.

The school nurse had come in to assure the class that Sharpener would be fine. Erasa was the only one that cared. Vegeta just grumbled and looked disappointed.

Only ten minutes to go. Even Vegeta can't do anything too evil in that amount of time.

Looking up to reassure himself, he saw Vegeta smirking at him.

Gohan watched him turn and write in big, bold letters on the board. THE CELL GAMES.

As soon as he was done, the evil prince turned back to Gohan and smiled that eerie smile of his. At that moment, Gohan was praying to Dende that Freeza, Cell and the Ginyu Force would decide to stop by.

No such luck. *Sobs could be heard coming from Gohan, who now has his head buried under one of his many textbooks*

"Alright brats, who can tell me what the Cell Games were?"

Several hands went up, but Vegeta chose carefully. "Alright, Gohan's mate. Answer the question" he said, pointing at Videl.

Videl blushed and Gohan just sobbed yet again.

Being the confident person she is, Videl spoke out quite clearly. "The Cell Games were the tournament held seven years ago by the monster called Cell. People from around the world competed to try to save the Earth. In the end, my father killed Cell and became the greatest champion in the world."

Even Gohan had to bite his lip to refrain from laughing. Vegeta had no such control.

He fell to the floor and rolled around, tears streaming from his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably.

The class was confused. What was so funny? Videl was furious. Was he mocking her father?

"What the hell is so funny?" yelled Videl, catching the attention of everyone, including Gohan and Vegeta, who had stopped laughing.

The class was terrified. What had Videl gotten herself into. Surely by now she realised how insane their new teacher was.

Just as Vegeta was about to give his usual threatening speech, which was something along the lines of, "How dare you swear at me? I am the Prince of all Saiyans. You should be begging for mercy at this moment. If you don't shutup, I will blast you into the next dimension!!" the bell went. Screaming for joy, the students dashed out of the room, eager to escape Vegeta.

Gohan was the last to leave, and as he exited through the door, he glanced back and stopped in shock. From what he could see, Vegeta was struggling with the frying pan he had brought with him, which was apparently trying to attack him. Shaking his head, Gohan left the room and hurried to catch up with Videl and Erasa.

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I wonder if that frying pan will ever give Vegeta a break. Is it possessed, or is it just one of Bulma's wacky inventions. Even I don't know.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I enjoyed writing it. Next chapter up soon!