May the reign of the Chibi Warriors continue.
Hello to all! My name is Ruby C. Lavender, but for the purpose of shorter titles and abbreviations, call me *Ruby.
Proserpina: Stop SAYING that.
*Ruby: Welcome boys and girls, to the Fourth Chapter! Here's a small chart of the classes. Everyone else should be introduced in this chapter.
Proserpina: Don't you mean three charts?
*Ruby: (-_-')
Proserpina: You know, I have the power to send you to Hell right now SO YOU HAD BETTER STOP GETTING FRESH WITH ME, *RUBY!!! ``(~.~)``
*Ruby: (*.*)
Proserpina: Thank you.
*Ruby: Forget the charts, I need to finish the beginning of this story!
Proserpina: You mean I nearly bruised my soft lil' voice box get pissed at you for nothing?
*Ruby: I don't own DB/Z/GT. Of course, if you read ANY of the chapters before this one you should already know that so I don't see why I should repeat myself.
Proserpina: Like anyone listens to YOU.
Orange Star Elementary School Chap. 4 - Kakay, Killy, and Veggie Makes Three
"THE DEVIL IS OUR TEACHER!"
Children run about classroom 2 in complete chaos. Girls scream to be held by their parents. Boys grab anything remotely sharp. Kazi pulled out her 35 automatic. Vegeta powered up to 2,000-power level, while Raddiz hit 1,000. Frieza noticed, and tried to out-do them, but only managed 1,500. Vegeta picked up the "results" with his sensitivity power.
"Ha! Not as strong as you thought you were, huh?" Vegeta laughed at Raddiz.
Raddiz breathed in deeply and tried to remember his father's words. 'Raddiz, people are not very accepting of others that are different from them. Especially Saiyans, believe me, I am one.' Raddiz choked down on the temptation burning inside him. He wanted to show Vegeta exactly how much power he had. He wanted to show him that he was a freak and proud of it.
"All you Saiyans are weak," Frieza added with practiced disgust.
Vegeta growled at Frieza. "Says second place!"
Frieza blushed a bit, but jumped at the sound of Bulma's screeching voice. "Hey, my knights in stupid armor! There's a devil in our room and your arguing about THIS!"
Frieza yelled at Bulma while Vegeta and Raddiz approached Mr. Satan. "I am NOT a knight, my armor is NOT stupid, and I am DEFINITLY NOT YOURS!"
Trunks managed his way around the screaming kids and the barrage of kids with sharp things pointed at Mr. Satan. "I'm very sure that the Devil isn't your teacher." He looked at Satan. "Why are you 20 minutes late?"
Mr. Satan grinned at Trunks. "I- I- I had stuff."
Trunks looked at him.
"Look I'm here now aren't I?" Satan got defensive. He stumbled to his desk that was strangely cluttered for the first day of school. The second graders were still pointing at him and panned their bodies with his movement. By now, they were being disarmed of their unsharpened pencils and safety plastic scissors.
Vegeta and Raddiz stood in front of Satan's desk. They stared at him suspiciously.
Vegeta spoke up. "I am Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan people of Bejita."
Satan looked forward. "That's nice, kid" A pencil rolled out of Satan's bag. It slowly rolled across the table and fell onto the floor. Vegeta and Raddiz watched it the entire journey. Satan heard it hit and looked back over his desk. "Could you get that for me kid?"
Vegeta and Raddiz looked up at Mr. Satan, looked at each other, looked back at the pencil, and then looked back at Satan. They laughed, powered down, and walked back the corner of the room.
Trunks shook his head. "Everyone calm down so that we can begin the great adventure known as learning." His voice dripped of dreary sarcasm.
"Do you want to be teacher?" Mr. Satan barked. "Don't make me kill you," Trunks was too tired to deal with this. He sat down next to the door so that he could see the clown, Satan, and Bulma at once.
Satan visibly shuttered to himself. He turned to the class with a weak smile. "Umm, well - Welcome to Orange Star Elementary School!"
********(Don't think of it as a threat. Think of it as a promise of pain.)********
Maron ran down the hallway, barely remembering in what classroom she was to teach. After realizing that she passed in three minutes ago she turned around and ran the other way. At the door, she fixed her dress and hair. Maron breathed in and turned the knob.
Maron walked into the classroom and saw a student in Rocawear everything in the front of the class. "Okay, all you level 0, no-account, LOSERS! I'm yo' teacher! I go by the names of 'Great and Undisputed One', 'Jessie the Terrible', and 'Killer Pooh Bear'. But all ya'll can call me Lil' Moltres. Now hand over any and all Pokemon cards that you may be possessing! NOW!"
"Excuse me," Maron stood behind Lil' Moltres, "who do you think you are?"
Lil' Moltres looked up at Ms. Maron. "Didn't you listen to a thing I just said? I'm Lil' 'cause I'm lil', and I'm a moltres; like that dude from off the show that be like moltres." Lil' Moltres began to look off into space as she philosophized her nickname. "But I'm really not like that dude. I'm like that girl he be with. The one with her skirt up to her booty. I be like her. We got the same name and stuff, too. But my hair short." Lil' Moltres took off her hat. "Real short. But nobody think I'm a boy, like other girls with short hair."
Ms. Maron blinked. "That was, nice. Umm. Lil' - Moltres?"
"Yeah?"
"Sit down."
Lil' Moltres scuffled to the last row of desks. Ms. Maron introduced herself as the third grade teacher. One by one she had the students introduced themselves, too. In the front was Bardock and a dark-skinned girl named Bianca. She swung her leg back and forth. Bardock noticed plastic stinking out of her pants leg.
"What happened?" He pointed to her cast.
"You don't wanna know." Bianca looked Bardock up and down. She smiled. Bardock blushed and turned back to the front of the class.
Cell sat in the second row, diagonal to Bianca but away from Bardock. Next to him was a human boy with light brown eyes. He had long, bushy, dark-gold hair that covered his face, shoulders and back. Cell had never had any real contact with humans - besides Dr. Gero - and curiously examined him. The boy wore black earrings that stuck out of his hair. He was in a daze and didn't seem to notice Cell looking at him. He wore black jacket and black jeans. 'Weird,' Cell thought.
"Hello there - Cell?" Ms. Maron called.
"What?" Cell snapped out of his daydream. "WHAT?" Cell scrabbled in his seat. "Where am I? Oh, right, school! Ha, ha, ha! Umm, wait you just said my name!"
"Yes, but is there anything you would like to add to it?"
"No."
Ms. Maron shrugged. "Okey-Dokey. Next, please."
The boy shifted his hazel eyes to meet Ms. Maron's. "My name is Yami Kappa. I am - a Scorpio." Yami looked directly at Cell. Cell jumped, but kept his lock on Yami's protruding eyes. Together, they looked behind them at two aliens poking each other and giggling. Yami and Cell turned back around and continued to stare into each other's eyes. Cell refused to be undermined. 'Weird,' Yami thought.
The rest of the kids introduced themselves. Prince Cooler and Lil' Moltres were sitting in the back and Matthew was sitting in front of Lil' Moltres.
By 9:00 am, all of the classes had organized themselves. In, Mr. Dende's class, the mayhem had finally ceased, until the fourth table. When a human girl named Chi-Chi from the fourth table, introduced herself, she paid Goku 20 zenni to come to dinner with her. The Namek in the fourth table ran to the middle of the floor, rambled his name, Piccolo, and ran back to his seat. Krillin, who sat next to Goku and Kakarotto in the fifth table, stuttered through his introduction. He was relived though when he fainted.
At 11:30 was lunch. At lunch, all the students, from all the grades, ate together. There were two tables for each grade, ranking from kindergarten to fifth. It lasted for thirty minutes, until resting time. This was when the kindergartners took their nap, the first, second, and third graders had art in the large room next to the principal's office, and when the fourth and fifth graders had recess in the playground.
Cell watched the older kids run outside while his classmates went inside. "How come we don't play with them?" He pouted, even though he and the others already had recess before lunch.
"Because we're too small to play with them, and we would get tired and fall asleep afterward anyway." Yami. Inside, the students sat down at various seats, talking.
"Hi, Jeice!" Goku chirped happily.
Jeice cringed his nose. "Hey, look buddy! Don't be all nice-nice to me now, jerk!"
Goku blinked. "I said 'hi' to you when you said 'hi' to the class." Goku giggled. "That was my twin brother that yelled. I don't - like - yelling."
Jeice looked at Goku. "Well. your brother's a jerk!"
"Yeah, I know." Goku giggled some more.
"Everyone, settle down," Mr. Dende gathered his students. Mr. Satan and Ms. Maron nervously shifted around each other. "For those that don't know, my name is Mr. Dende, and these are Ms. Maron and Mr. Satan. Today is the first day of school, so we're going to draw pictures of things that we like. Things like sports, songs, food, or people!"
"Yay!" Chi-Chi snatched red and green crayons out of the box to draw Goku's armor.
"You can use crayons, markers, glitter, pencil, glue, construction paper, and scissors. They're all on the table in the back. If you have any questions, you can ask us. Let's start!"
Prince Vegeta grabbed some red paper and scissors, and sat down at a table. He began to unavailingly cut out the Royal Bejita emblem. After a few tries Vegeta slammed the paper down. "This sucks!" He tried to think of something else that he could do.
Goku bounced to Vegeta's table. "Here." He placed a pencil in front of Vegeta. "You could do it better by drawing it first." Goku looked at Vegeta's attempts. He saw Vegeta's amour and pointed to the red sign on it. "You trying to cut out that?"
Vegeta looked down at what Goku was pointing at. "Yeah." He gave Goku a look. "Say, kid, what's your name?"
"My name's Son, Goku!" He pulled the mass underneath Vegeta's table to surface. "And this is my new friend, Krillin!"
Vegeta screamed. "What the Hell! What are you doing under there?"
Krillin crawled back under the table in poked his head back up on the other side. He sat down in the seat next to Vegeta. "You wouldn't have happened to see a little orange ball with six tiny stars in the middle of it, around here have you?" Krillin smiled.
Vegeta stared at Krillin. "No. I haven't."
Krillin pouted. "Oh, okay then. See you later!" Krillin ducked back under the table and crawled on to the next table. Goku turned back to Vegeta. "So, what's your name?"
Vegeta buffed his cheat out. "You SHOULD know who I am. I am Prince Vegeta. My mother is the ruler of the Saiyan people of Bejita."
"Hey, I'M a Saiyan!"
Vegeta smiled. "Do you know what that means?"
"No."
"That means, that as a Saiyan, you have the birthright to be my servant!" Vegeta sneered. 'This is going to be SO fun!' he thought.
"Really! Wow!" Goku bounced up and down, but suddenly he stopped. "Your what?"
"My servant!" Vegeta said, patting Goku on the head. "It's the special term we Princes use for 'our BEST friends that do everything we tell them to do'!" Vegeta turned Goku around. "Do you see how Zarbon and Jeice are Frieza's best friends?" Goku nodded. "Well, that's how I want you and me to be."
"Okay! I can't wait to tell my brothers!"
"NO!"
"What? I can't tell my brothers?"
"No! Have you ever had anything ALL for yourself, but then one of your brothers took it?"
Goku winced. "Yeah, all the time. I'm the youngest, and I don't get anything!"
"Well, now your best friends with a prince! That might make your brothers mad."
"They would try to take YOU away from me!"
"Right." Vegeta nodded his head with fake concern. "SO!" Vegeta pricked up. "As your first assignment as my friend -"
"Best friend."
"Yeah, yeah. Best friend. As your first assignment, GET ME SOME GLUE!"
"Yes, Sir!" Goku said army-style. Goku skipped off to the supplies table. Half way across the room he noticed a beautiful picture of birds. Goku stopped and stared at it. Matthew sat down after getting more crayons and continued to draw. "Did you draw that?"
"Umm, yeah."
"Wow, that's so pretty!" Goku sat down and watched him.
Ten minutes later, Vegeta had become somewhat irritable. "Where is he?" Vegeta set off, and found him coloring a pizza at another table. "GOKU!" Vegeta yanked Goku's chubby tail. The crayon fell out of Goku's hand as his body was gripped in overwhelming pain. "I thought I told you to get me some paste!" Vegeta grabbed a large bulk of Goku's hair and swung him around in his chair. Vegeta was faced with pupil-less eyes that were far too angry to be Goku's. Vegeta yelped but it was too late. The boy grabbed Vegeta's armor and pulled him so close, that their noses were near touching.
"I'm _ not _ GOKU!"
Kakarotto swung Vegeta clear across the room. Piccolo was sitting at the table there. He looked up from his work to see Vegeta flying towards him. In a split second he leaped out of the way, before Vegeta impacted the table and broke it in half. "Hey, my picture!"
The children began to run to the scene. The teachers, no where in sight. Kakarotto let loose an uncivilized roar and rocketed straight at Vegeta, but at an inch of hitting him, he was held short. Bardock grabbed hold of Kakarotto's tail and pulled him into a restraint.
Piccolo had got over his picture and decided to get help.
Raddiz made his way though the crowd. "Hey, if he wants to fight, let em' fight!"
Bardock struggled to keep Kakarotto in place. "No! You should be helping me!"
Goku eased through behind Raddiz with the open tub of glue in his arms. "Sorry, Vegeta about the wait. I - WHOA! WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" Goku ran in between Kakarotto and the woozy Vegeta. "What are you doing?"
Kakarotto broke free of Bardock's hold. He ran pass Goku and jumped onto Vegeta. Kakarotto began to lightning punch Vegeta until Vegeta push him off of him. Goku ran to break them up. In one arm he held the tub of paste, with the other he hit anyone he could. Everyone was yelling.
Goku grabbed the top of Vegeta's mountain of hair. "Ow!" Vegeta pushed Goku hard. Goku fell back onto Kakarotto. The tub of glue jolted onto Vegeta's forehead, right onto his widow's peak and bangs. Vegeta could fell cold glue oozing down his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kakarotto pushed Goku off of him. Goku flew into Vegeta. The tub popped of Vegeta's forehead and rolled down Goku's back, placing gooey paste in his hair, on his back, and even on his tail. Goku screamed as cold seeped around him. He kicked his feet and knocked the tub even more. The rest of it mostly splattered on Kakarotto and the floor. The kids began to step back.
Kakarotto didn't care about the gunk. He ran right for Vegeta and continued to pommel him in the stomach. It was until then that Mr. Dende, Mr. Satan, and Ms. Maron came rushing in with Piccolo.
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
"OH, KAMI! ARE THOSE THE SAYIANS?"
The fight was broken up and Vegeta tried to cough. "You- you vagabonds!" Vegeta struggled to stand. "You're going to regret the day that you messed with me! Look at what you've done!"
"Calm down, Vegeta," Mr. Dende said, "everything will be fine once we -"
"NO! Everything won't be fine!" Vegeta looked at Bardock. "SON, Goku? SON? Your family was exiled from Bejita, and NOW I see why! Everything won't be fine until I see you," Vegeta pointed one by one at the Son boys, "your stupid brothers, and the freak show parents that spawned you HANGING IN THE BEJITA COURTYARD!"
"Oh yeah! -" Raddiz tried to interject.
"No! I'M speaking NOW, tramp! The Queen's guards will be here within this hour. You WILL PAY!" Vegeta stormed out of the art room and pass Principal Mendo, who was at the door. She looked at the teachers.
"Mr. Dende! Mr. Dende!" Kimmy ran to her teacher's side. "Do you want to see the kittens I drew?"
*DANCE*(^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^) (^_^)*DANCE*
*Ruby: I'm so happy!
Proserpina: You were supposed to post at 14 reviews!
*Ruby: I NEVER agreed to that.
Hello to all! My name is Ruby C. Lavender, but for the purpose of shorter titles and abbreviations, call me *Ruby.
Proserpina: Stop SAYING that.
*Ruby: Welcome boys and girls, to the Fourth Chapter! Here's a small chart of the classes. Everyone else should be introduced in this chapter.
Proserpina: Don't you mean three charts?
*Ruby: (-_-')
Proserpina: You know, I have the power to send you to Hell right now SO YOU HAD BETTER STOP GETTING FRESH WITH ME, *RUBY!!! ``(~.~)``
*Ruby: (*.*)
Proserpina: Thank you.
*Ruby: Forget the charts, I need to finish the beginning of this story!
Proserpina: You mean I nearly bruised my soft lil' voice box get pissed at you for nothing?
*Ruby: I don't own DB/Z/GT. Of course, if you read ANY of the chapters before this one you should already know that so I don't see why I should repeat myself.
Proserpina: Like anyone listens to YOU.
Orange Star Elementary School Chap. 4 - Kakay, Killy, and Veggie Makes Three
"THE DEVIL IS OUR TEACHER!"
Children run about classroom 2 in complete chaos. Girls scream to be held by their parents. Boys grab anything remotely sharp. Kazi pulled out her 35 automatic. Vegeta powered up to 2,000-power level, while Raddiz hit 1,000. Frieza noticed, and tried to out-do them, but only managed 1,500. Vegeta picked up the "results" with his sensitivity power.
"Ha! Not as strong as you thought you were, huh?" Vegeta laughed at Raddiz.
Raddiz breathed in deeply and tried to remember his father's words. 'Raddiz, people are not very accepting of others that are different from them. Especially Saiyans, believe me, I am one.' Raddiz choked down on the temptation burning inside him. He wanted to show Vegeta exactly how much power he had. He wanted to show him that he was a freak and proud of it.
"All you Saiyans are weak," Frieza added with practiced disgust.
Vegeta growled at Frieza. "Says second place!"
Frieza blushed a bit, but jumped at the sound of Bulma's screeching voice. "Hey, my knights in stupid armor! There's a devil in our room and your arguing about THIS!"
Frieza yelled at Bulma while Vegeta and Raddiz approached Mr. Satan. "I am NOT a knight, my armor is NOT stupid, and I am DEFINITLY NOT YOURS!"
Trunks managed his way around the screaming kids and the barrage of kids with sharp things pointed at Mr. Satan. "I'm very sure that the Devil isn't your teacher." He looked at Satan. "Why are you 20 minutes late?"
Mr. Satan grinned at Trunks. "I- I- I had stuff."
Trunks looked at him.
"Look I'm here now aren't I?" Satan got defensive. He stumbled to his desk that was strangely cluttered for the first day of school. The second graders were still pointing at him and panned their bodies with his movement. By now, they were being disarmed of their unsharpened pencils and safety plastic scissors.
Vegeta and Raddiz stood in front of Satan's desk. They stared at him suspiciously.
Vegeta spoke up. "I am Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan people of Bejita."
Satan looked forward. "That's nice, kid" A pencil rolled out of Satan's bag. It slowly rolled across the table and fell onto the floor. Vegeta and Raddiz watched it the entire journey. Satan heard it hit and looked back over his desk. "Could you get that for me kid?"
Vegeta and Raddiz looked up at Mr. Satan, looked at each other, looked back at the pencil, and then looked back at Satan. They laughed, powered down, and walked back the corner of the room.
Trunks shook his head. "Everyone calm down so that we can begin the great adventure known as learning." His voice dripped of dreary sarcasm.
"Do you want to be teacher?" Mr. Satan barked. "Don't make me kill you," Trunks was too tired to deal with this. He sat down next to the door so that he could see the clown, Satan, and Bulma at once.
Satan visibly shuttered to himself. He turned to the class with a weak smile. "Umm, well - Welcome to Orange Star Elementary School!"
********(Don't think of it as a threat. Think of it as a promise of pain.)********
Maron ran down the hallway, barely remembering in what classroom she was to teach. After realizing that she passed in three minutes ago she turned around and ran the other way. At the door, she fixed her dress and hair. Maron breathed in and turned the knob.
Maron walked into the classroom and saw a student in Rocawear everything in the front of the class. "Okay, all you level 0, no-account, LOSERS! I'm yo' teacher! I go by the names of 'Great and Undisputed One', 'Jessie the Terrible', and 'Killer Pooh Bear'. But all ya'll can call me Lil' Moltres. Now hand over any and all Pokemon cards that you may be possessing! NOW!"
"Excuse me," Maron stood behind Lil' Moltres, "who do you think you are?"
Lil' Moltres looked up at Ms. Maron. "Didn't you listen to a thing I just said? I'm Lil' 'cause I'm lil', and I'm a moltres; like that dude from off the show that be like moltres." Lil' Moltres began to look off into space as she philosophized her nickname. "But I'm really not like that dude. I'm like that girl he be with. The one with her skirt up to her booty. I be like her. We got the same name and stuff, too. But my hair short." Lil' Moltres took off her hat. "Real short. But nobody think I'm a boy, like other girls with short hair."
Ms. Maron blinked. "That was, nice. Umm. Lil' - Moltres?"
"Yeah?"
"Sit down."
Lil' Moltres scuffled to the last row of desks. Ms. Maron introduced herself as the third grade teacher. One by one she had the students introduced themselves, too. In the front was Bardock and a dark-skinned girl named Bianca. She swung her leg back and forth. Bardock noticed plastic stinking out of her pants leg.
"What happened?" He pointed to her cast.
"You don't wanna know." Bianca looked Bardock up and down. She smiled. Bardock blushed and turned back to the front of the class.
Cell sat in the second row, diagonal to Bianca but away from Bardock. Next to him was a human boy with light brown eyes. He had long, bushy, dark-gold hair that covered his face, shoulders and back. Cell had never had any real contact with humans - besides Dr. Gero - and curiously examined him. The boy wore black earrings that stuck out of his hair. He was in a daze and didn't seem to notice Cell looking at him. He wore black jacket and black jeans. 'Weird,' Cell thought.
"Hello there - Cell?" Ms. Maron called.
"What?" Cell snapped out of his daydream. "WHAT?" Cell scrabbled in his seat. "Where am I? Oh, right, school! Ha, ha, ha! Umm, wait you just said my name!"
"Yes, but is there anything you would like to add to it?"
"No."
Ms. Maron shrugged. "Okey-Dokey. Next, please."
The boy shifted his hazel eyes to meet Ms. Maron's. "My name is Yami Kappa. I am - a Scorpio." Yami looked directly at Cell. Cell jumped, but kept his lock on Yami's protruding eyes. Together, they looked behind them at two aliens poking each other and giggling. Yami and Cell turned back around and continued to stare into each other's eyes. Cell refused to be undermined. 'Weird,' Yami thought.
The rest of the kids introduced themselves. Prince Cooler and Lil' Moltres were sitting in the back and Matthew was sitting in front of Lil' Moltres.
By 9:00 am, all of the classes had organized themselves. In, Mr. Dende's class, the mayhem had finally ceased, until the fourth table. When a human girl named Chi-Chi from the fourth table, introduced herself, she paid Goku 20 zenni to come to dinner with her. The Namek in the fourth table ran to the middle of the floor, rambled his name, Piccolo, and ran back to his seat. Krillin, who sat next to Goku and Kakarotto in the fifth table, stuttered through his introduction. He was relived though when he fainted.
At 11:30 was lunch. At lunch, all the students, from all the grades, ate together. There were two tables for each grade, ranking from kindergarten to fifth. It lasted for thirty minutes, until resting time. This was when the kindergartners took their nap, the first, second, and third graders had art in the large room next to the principal's office, and when the fourth and fifth graders had recess in the playground.
Cell watched the older kids run outside while his classmates went inside. "How come we don't play with them?" He pouted, even though he and the others already had recess before lunch.
"Because we're too small to play with them, and we would get tired and fall asleep afterward anyway." Yami. Inside, the students sat down at various seats, talking.
"Hi, Jeice!" Goku chirped happily.
Jeice cringed his nose. "Hey, look buddy! Don't be all nice-nice to me now, jerk!"
Goku blinked. "I said 'hi' to you when you said 'hi' to the class." Goku giggled. "That was my twin brother that yelled. I don't - like - yelling."
Jeice looked at Goku. "Well. your brother's a jerk!"
"Yeah, I know." Goku giggled some more.
"Everyone, settle down," Mr. Dende gathered his students. Mr. Satan and Ms. Maron nervously shifted around each other. "For those that don't know, my name is Mr. Dende, and these are Ms. Maron and Mr. Satan. Today is the first day of school, so we're going to draw pictures of things that we like. Things like sports, songs, food, or people!"
"Yay!" Chi-Chi snatched red and green crayons out of the box to draw Goku's armor.
"You can use crayons, markers, glitter, pencil, glue, construction paper, and scissors. They're all on the table in the back. If you have any questions, you can ask us. Let's start!"
Prince Vegeta grabbed some red paper and scissors, and sat down at a table. He began to unavailingly cut out the Royal Bejita emblem. After a few tries Vegeta slammed the paper down. "This sucks!" He tried to think of something else that he could do.
Goku bounced to Vegeta's table. "Here." He placed a pencil in front of Vegeta. "You could do it better by drawing it first." Goku looked at Vegeta's attempts. He saw Vegeta's amour and pointed to the red sign on it. "You trying to cut out that?"
Vegeta looked down at what Goku was pointing at. "Yeah." He gave Goku a look. "Say, kid, what's your name?"
"My name's Son, Goku!" He pulled the mass underneath Vegeta's table to surface. "And this is my new friend, Krillin!"
Vegeta screamed. "What the Hell! What are you doing under there?"
Krillin crawled back under the table in poked his head back up on the other side. He sat down in the seat next to Vegeta. "You wouldn't have happened to see a little orange ball with six tiny stars in the middle of it, around here have you?" Krillin smiled.
Vegeta stared at Krillin. "No. I haven't."
Krillin pouted. "Oh, okay then. See you later!" Krillin ducked back under the table and crawled on to the next table. Goku turned back to Vegeta. "So, what's your name?"
Vegeta buffed his cheat out. "You SHOULD know who I am. I am Prince Vegeta. My mother is the ruler of the Saiyan people of Bejita."
"Hey, I'M a Saiyan!"
Vegeta smiled. "Do you know what that means?"
"No."
"That means, that as a Saiyan, you have the birthright to be my servant!" Vegeta sneered. 'This is going to be SO fun!' he thought.
"Really! Wow!" Goku bounced up and down, but suddenly he stopped. "Your what?"
"My servant!" Vegeta said, patting Goku on the head. "It's the special term we Princes use for 'our BEST friends that do everything we tell them to do'!" Vegeta turned Goku around. "Do you see how Zarbon and Jeice are Frieza's best friends?" Goku nodded. "Well, that's how I want you and me to be."
"Okay! I can't wait to tell my brothers!"
"NO!"
"What? I can't tell my brothers?"
"No! Have you ever had anything ALL for yourself, but then one of your brothers took it?"
Goku winced. "Yeah, all the time. I'm the youngest, and I don't get anything!"
"Well, now your best friends with a prince! That might make your brothers mad."
"They would try to take YOU away from me!"
"Right." Vegeta nodded his head with fake concern. "SO!" Vegeta pricked up. "As your first assignment as my friend -"
"Best friend."
"Yeah, yeah. Best friend. As your first assignment, GET ME SOME GLUE!"
"Yes, Sir!" Goku said army-style. Goku skipped off to the supplies table. Half way across the room he noticed a beautiful picture of birds. Goku stopped and stared at it. Matthew sat down after getting more crayons and continued to draw. "Did you draw that?"
"Umm, yeah."
"Wow, that's so pretty!" Goku sat down and watched him.
Ten minutes later, Vegeta had become somewhat irritable. "Where is he?" Vegeta set off, and found him coloring a pizza at another table. "GOKU!" Vegeta yanked Goku's chubby tail. The crayon fell out of Goku's hand as his body was gripped in overwhelming pain. "I thought I told you to get me some paste!" Vegeta grabbed a large bulk of Goku's hair and swung him around in his chair. Vegeta was faced with pupil-less eyes that were far too angry to be Goku's. Vegeta yelped but it was too late. The boy grabbed Vegeta's armor and pulled him so close, that their noses were near touching.
"I'm _ not _ GOKU!"
Kakarotto swung Vegeta clear across the room. Piccolo was sitting at the table there. He looked up from his work to see Vegeta flying towards him. In a split second he leaped out of the way, before Vegeta impacted the table and broke it in half. "Hey, my picture!"
The children began to run to the scene. The teachers, no where in sight. Kakarotto let loose an uncivilized roar and rocketed straight at Vegeta, but at an inch of hitting him, he was held short. Bardock grabbed hold of Kakarotto's tail and pulled him into a restraint.
Piccolo had got over his picture and decided to get help.
Raddiz made his way though the crowd. "Hey, if he wants to fight, let em' fight!"
Bardock struggled to keep Kakarotto in place. "No! You should be helping me!"
Goku eased through behind Raddiz with the open tub of glue in his arms. "Sorry, Vegeta about the wait. I - WHOA! WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" Goku ran in between Kakarotto and the woozy Vegeta. "What are you doing?"
Kakarotto broke free of Bardock's hold. He ran pass Goku and jumped onto Vegeta. Kakarotto began to lightning punch Vegeta until Vegeta push him off of him. Goku ran to break them up. In one arm he held the tub of paste, with the other he hit anyone he could. Everyone was yelling.
Goku grabbed the top of Vegeta's mountain of hair. "Ow!" Vegeta pushed Goku hard. Goku fell back onto Kakarotto. The tub of glue jolted onto Vegeta's forehead, right onto his widow's peak and bangs. Vegeta could fell cold glue oozing down his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kakarotto pushed Goku off of him. Goku flew into Vegeta. The tub popped of Vegeta's forehead and rolled down Goku's back, placing gooey paste in his hair, on his back, and even on his tail. Goku screamed as cold seeped around him. He kicked his feet and knocked the tub even more. The rest of it mostly splattered on Kakarotto and the floor. The kids began to step back.
Kakarotto didn't care about the gunk. He ran right for Vegeta and continued to pommel him in the stomach. It was until then that Mr. Dende, Mr. Satan, and Ms. Maron came rushing in with Piccolo.
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
"OH, KAMI! ARE THOSE THE SAYIANS?"
The fight was broken up and Vegeta tried to cough. "You- you vagabonds!" Vegeta struggled to stand. "You're going to regret the day that you messed with me! Look at what you've done!"
"Calm down, Vegeta," Mr. Dende said, "everything will be fine once we -"
"NO! Everything won't be fine!" Vegeta looked at Bardock. "SON, Goku? SON? Your family was exiled from Bejita, and NOW I see why! Everything won't be fine until I see you," Vegeta pointed one by one at the Son boys, "your stupid brothers, and the freak show parents that spawned you HANGING IN THE BEJITA COURTYARD!"
"Oh yeah! -" Raddiz tried to interject.
"No! I'M speaking NOW, tramp! The Queen's guards will be here within this hour. You WILL PAY!" Vegeta stormed out of the art room and pass Principal Mendo, who was at the door. She looked at the teachers.
"Mr. Dende! Mr. Dende!" Kimmy ran to her teacher's side. "Do you want to see the kittens I drew?"
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Proserpina: You were supposed to post at 14 reviews!
*Ruby: I NEVER agreed to that.