Zar smiled. The first thing for the day was a spelling quiz! He was good at that! He lined up with his classmates and Goten was in front of him and Trunks behind him. The words were easy ones; eye, dog, cat, frog, fork, spoon. Then they got harder. Soon, only Shane, Goten, Zar, Trunks, and Janie were left.

"Shane. Please spell 'basket'." Mrs. Griffon asked.

"Uh… B, A, S… K, E, T." Shane said.

"That's correct. Now, Goten. Spell 'school'."

"S, K, O, O, L." Goten spelled and grinned.

"I'm sorry Goten. That's wrong. Please sit down."

"But… can I please try again?" Goten tried to use the Son Puppy Eyes™ on Mrs. Griffon but forty years of teaching had made her strong.

"I'm sorry Goten. Please sit down." She said firmly. In awe, Goten went and sat down in his seat. Mrs. Griffon was perhaps the only person in both his world and this one who could resist the Son Puppy Eyes™.

"Now, Zar. Spell 'building'." Mrs. Griffon grinned at him. She knew it was a hard one and she was challenging him.

"Let me think for a moment… B, I, L, D… I, N, G." Zar looked at Mrs. Griffon hopefully.

"No. Sorry Zar." Zar sat down obediently. "Trunks, spell 'classroom'."

"C, L, A, S, S, R, O, O, M." Trunk said.

"That's very good." Mrs. Griffon turned to Janie. "Spell 'novel'."

"N, O, V… I… E, L." Janie spelled with a stutter.

"No. I'm sorry Janie. Sit down please." Janie sat down at her seat, looking like she was about to cry. "These are very hard ones, boys. Shane, please spell 'vitamin'."

"V, I, T, A, M, E, N." Shane said confidently. He knew he would win. He did every time and he believed even Trunks couldn't beat him!

"Sorry Shane. That's incorrect." Shane's expression dropped. He looked pissed. Zar chuckled to himself. "Now class, if Trunks can't spell his word right, Shane will go again. If Trunks does, he wins. Trunks, spell 'domino'."

Trunks took a deep breath, "D, O, M, I, N, O."

"Very good! Trunks wins!" Mrs. Griffon pulled out a lollipop from her desk. "Here you are, dear."

"Thanks." Trunks dashed back to his seat to eat his sucker.

I grabbed Kakarot and Vegeta and tried to haul them out of the classroom before Ms. Piers could say my name. Tried, is the key word there. "Ms. Enda?"

"Yes, Ms. Piers?" I said, trying not to let myself snarl.

"Please allow me to talk to your uncle more." She practically purred.

"Sorry Ms. Piers but I have to go to my next class." I hauled Vegeta and Kakarot out of there before she could stop me.

"Why wouldn't you let me talk to her?" Kakarot asked me naively.

"She's after your hide." I answered, fighting the crowd.

"Why? Is she a hunter?"

"No, you baka! She wants you as a mate!" Vegeta growled while stepping in front of me to help clear the path. By now, people had heard about his foul temper and they cleared out of his way.

"But I already have a mate. Bouke said that." Kakarot scratched the back of his head. "Ms. Piers heard that."

"She doesn't care!" I snarled at him. "Use your head Kakarot! Sometimes you're so thick it amazes even me!" I remembered the next class. "Vegeta! Left here! And the third door on the right!"

"Wait a minute!" Vegeta stopped in front of the Science class and turned to glare at me. "We are going in there?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't we?" I thought a moment and then remembered. "Oh Vegeta. Mr. Eveans is harmless."

"To females!" Vegeta hissed. "You humans have an annoying habit of asking questions and then answering them."

"Oh, shut up Vegetable Head and come on." I muttered and dragged Kakarot into the classroom. Vegeta followed without any additional coaxing but he had a look fixed on his face that could have curdled milk if he had seen any.

As I sat down with him and Kakarot sitting in seats on both sides of me, he growled back, "Do not call me that abominable name."

"And why not… Veggie-chan?" I said with a smirk that disturbingly resembled his.

"I will not tolerate those pet names." Vegeta snarled back at me.

"Oh come on Veggie, loosen up."

"I. Will. Not." I could hear the anger ringing in his voice. I realized he would probably destroy the school if I did not give in.

"Fine. Be that way Vegeta…" I muttered and pulled out my Science book. Mr. Eveans was studying both Kakarot and Vegeta. I looked at both of them myself. Vegeta was looking at the ceiling while Kakarot was looking around the classroom; blissfully unaware of the interest he was sparking in my teacher. I struggled to hold in my chuckles as Rachel sat down next to me. She winked broadly at me and I grinned back. We knew what was about to happen.

Mr. Eveans called for order. "Now class. Today we will be studying muscles. I…"

"But Mr. Eveans," I said loudly from where I was seated, "Yesterday we were studying the eye…" Disaster or something similar was heading my way. I could feel it.

"Well, I have decided to leave that section for later. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Mr. Eveans fixed me with a threatening stare, "I will need a volunteer." He looked around the classroom, judging people, or so it seemed. "Bouke, would you please ask your uncle to come up." Vegeta stood up sharply. "The one who just arrived today."

Kakarot glanced at me and I shrugged. "Go on Kakarot. It's for school so whatever the teacher says goes." Vegeta looked extremely relieved as Kakarot walked up to the front of the classroom.

"Mr. Kakarot, is it?" Mr. Eveans asked.

"No. Kakarot's my first name but I go by Goku." Kakarot said.

"All right then, would you please remove your shirt." Mr. Eveans said. I noticed he was having a tough time not smiling.

"Sure." Kakarot innocently pulled off his shirt and all the girls in the class began drooling.

"God…The muscles…"

"I'm going to pass out from the good view…"

"Just let me get near him…"

"Oh, if I could have just five minutes with that hunk…" These and other strange, and disturbing, comments came from my classmates. I had to admit though. Kakarot didn't look too bad. Mr. Eveans obviously thought the same thing.

"Now, if you will be so kind as to flex your muscles." Kakarot did as the teacher asked. Mr. Eveans pointed to Kakarot's bulging shoulder muscle. I could tell he was restraining himself from touching Kakarot. I could understand and almost admired the man's control. "This is the deltoid, class. Please make note of all these." He moved his hand to Kakarot's upper arm. "These are the biceps." He went on, pointing out every muscle visible and naming them. He did this for the entire class period, going over each one five times.

When class ended, groans went around as Kakarot put his shirt back on. Mr. Eveans even joined in on the disappointed murmurs. I glanced over at Rachel's notebook. She had a pretty good drawing of Kakarot that she had doodled. I looked at the notebook of girl in front of me. I gagged.

The drawings were so obscene that I nearly threw up! I decided not to mention it to Kakarot. Vegeta, though, had already seen them and he was smirking at me and at the obviously perverted thoughts that would follow such images. I flipped him off as we walked out of my classroom.

I checked my schedule. Two more, hopefully uneventful, classes left till lunch. I looked at those after and nearly had a heart attack. Two fucking periods of physical education! There went my life. Washing down the Drain of Life.

With a downtrodden air to myself, I trudged down the hall to my next class.

Zar smacked his head against the wall again. The first two classes of the day had gone horribly! After the spelling bee, Goten and Trunks had gone off to a corner to play with wooden blocks. In the second class, they had become bored and so they had began to eat the lunch that Bouke had bought for them. They had eaten it all! Zar smashed his head against the wall again.

"Zar, honey. This isn't the end of everything." Mrs. Griffon's kind voice said.

"Yes, it is!" Zar howled and turned around to look at her. She was standing by him in the corner where he had been secluding himself for the entire thirty minutes of recess.

"No. Death is the end of everything." Mrs. Griffon smiled at him. "Please join your classmates in their games. Your cousins are currently playing a good rousing game of duck-duck-goose and they seem to be enjoying themselves immensely."

"Have they been picked yet?" Zar muttered, rubbing his aching head.

"No."

"Then that's the reason!" Zar ran past Mrs. Griffon and to the door leading outside. He ran out the door and to the circle where the game was being played. A little girl named Shelly was It.

"Duck… duck…. duck…" she put her hand on Janie's head, then Gregory's, then Shane's. She was approaching Goten and Trunks. "Duck… Goose!" she took off running as Goten stood and blurred after her. He caught her in less then a second while Zar was hitting his head with his fist in frustration.

"Gotcha!" he called out with a laugh. "Now you have to be in the pot!" Shelly looked a little confused at how Goten had gone so fast but she shrugged and went to the 'pot'. Zar squeezed into a gap in the circle and began waving at Trunks. Trunks noticed his frantic wavings and grinned. "Don't… Fly…" Zar mouthed and did hand motions also. Trunks' grin disappeared and he nodded.

"Goose!" Goten yelled and hit Zar on the head. Hard. Goten blurred over to his empty space while Zar fell over with a crash. Zar saw stars dancing around his head in pretty patterns.

"Zar?" Trunks' voice echoed around in his head. "Are you okay?"

"Stars…" Zar whispered and felt himself being picked up by Trunks. "Colors…" Trunks brought him back through the door and to his desk. He sat him down and waved a hand in front of his face.

"Zar? You going to be okay?" Goten asked. He had come in also but the other third graders had continued on with their game, ignorant of the pain of their classmate. "What's wrong with them? Don't they care?"

"Oh… Them. Yeah, they care." Zar was beginning to see straight but he closed his eye anyway. "But they just are a little… not understanding of pain and death and stuff. To them, it's still video games and things." Zar opened his eyes and smiled, albeit he was a little cross-eyed, but he could still see relatively fine.

"Good to see that you can see." Trunks said with a smile.

"Sorry Zar." Goten blushed faintly. "I forgot that you humans are less strong then us and more fragile."

"But what I don't get…" Trunks pursed his lips thoughtfully, "is that fact you recovered that quickly. That hit would've put most humans or even other species out for an hour or two at least."

"My mom's always said I've got a hard head!" Zar grinned and Goten and Trunks chuckled. "Goten, don't go really fast or fly, okay?"

"Sure Zar! Let's go play with the building blocks!" the three boys ran off.

Mrs. Griffon's brow furrowed from where she had stood. Even though she was a little old, she still had quite good hearing and she had heard their entire conversation and was puzzled by it.

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Jeril: Vegeta and Bouke's relationship won't turn to getting too friendly. I already have something about Bouke's love life planned out. *giggle* Kami damn! I spelled both 'vitamin' and 'domino' wrong when I wrote them down! *blushes* I even had a domino box right in front of me!! I'm so stupid!

Vegeta: You got that right!

Kakarot: Vegeta, that's not nice!

Vegeta: Shut up Kakarot!

Jeril: Thank you. Ikeike means 'bitch', I'm pretty sure. Now, once again, any ideas, tell me! Sorry Drogan but Vegeta can't blow up the school.

Vegeta: *glares at Jeril* And why not?

Jeril: BECAUSE! Hmmmm… I'm getting losta reviews! I'm happy!! *dances around* BananaGirl! You're the coolest! I worship your Fanfiction University fic!!