Author's Note: I know, I haven't updated in like forever, and I'm really sorry for that! School kept me busy, and the worst thing of all was the apparent lack of inspiration. I'm so so sorry! *bows apologetically over and over* But anyway, here I am with the double-chapter update I promised! I hope you'll all enjoy!

In the Eyes of a Child
Chapter Fourteen: Right Plan, Wrong Move

"Vegeta!" Gohan gasped, his eyes wide in disbelief. "What in the world are you doing?!"

The Saiyajin no Ouji only smirked, his eyes flashing dangerously as he rose up in an authoritative, dignified stance. "What does it look like I'm doing, brat?" he began coolly, his voice oozing with the tone of superiority once again. He then bent forward to sneer at the young man. "And watch your mouth. I can expell you before you can say Kamehameha."

At that, the saiyajin walked out of his office, his chin up high in a manner even more arrogant than ever, leaving Gohan stunned beyond belief. He followed Vegeta silently with his eyes, a greater part of him refusing to accept what had just happened.

Vegeta had taken over Orange Star High School.

"Great, just great. A perfect addition to my doomed week," he muttered angrily to himself, his eyes narrowing significantly. Realizing that the real Principal was missing, he began searching for the unfortunate human all throughout the room, ignoring the chaos that was beginning to brew outside. After sometime, he finally found the man, unconscious behind the tall pile of boxes at the northwest corner of the office.

Sighing, he lifted Mr. Fuan off the dusty floor and laid him gently on the table, hoping that he would not recover until Vegeta would be off the school grounds to avoid any more trouble. However, his hopes were in vain, for as he turned around to leave, a hand grabbed his arm. The hand belonged to Mr. Fuan.

"What... happened?" the dazed Principal began, holding on to Gohan tightly for support, and for him to be able to sit up. He was pale, he was sweating, and he did not look good at all. "Where... is... that... Mr. Briefs..?"

"He just walked out of this office with your insignia pinned on to his shirt, Mr. Fuan," the demi-saiyajin replied, trying to keep his calm. "And he has taken over the school, I believe. What truly happened, sir? May I know about it?"

He never had the chance to hear the other's reply, however, for the school bell suddenly rang in dismissal. Gohan's gaze darkened; it only meant Vegeta was letting the students loose. Before he could think of what to say to the still dazed Principal, an awfully familiar voice boomed from the speakers all over the campus.

"Brats! To the auditorium, NOW! Or I'm going to expell all of you before you can say---"

The speaker in the office exploded.

"My deepest apologies for that, Mr. Fuan, but it was something I could not help but do. I promise I'm going to have a replacement as soon as all this comes to an end. I have to go now, sir; there are important matters I have to take care of at the moment," Gohan said with a slight bow before he stalked out of the room, his face a mask of anger, leaving an extremely stunned man behind.

"You see, Hiroshi, sound waves are much easier to comprehend than light waves, personally speaking. Have you ever heard stories about famous scientists debating about them? I don't think so. I mean, when you think or hear of light waves, not only do the different definitions of the different scientists --- Plato, Newton, Planck and Maxwell, to mention --- come up, the still unresolved argument remains: is light a wave or a particle?"

"Which is the reason why it should be the topic for our thesis," the student named Hiroshi replied, leaning back against his chair lazily. "Think about it. We have the background information that we already need, and we can even use the argument about light being a wave or particle for the whole project. All we have to do after is to prove one of the many points those scientists gave out... somehow."

His seatmate looked at him quizzically. "That's pretty ambitious."

"I know, but we gotta lift our standards to move onward in the field of science and technology," he blurted out, straightening up to address his friend. "Where's Gohan anyway? He's supposed to be the leader of our group. I'm just the spokesperson."

"With his friends," the girl who spoke earlier, a blue-eyed teen by the name of Aira, plopped back into the conversation. She then pushed her glasses closer to her face, and lowered her voice by a couple of decibels. "His friends are a little out of it, don't you think? They're pretty weird if you ask me... although his brother is simply adorable! I can't wait for him to grow up! He's going to be one hot hunk!"

"Unless he turns out to be a geek like his brother."

"But Gohan's a very cute geek!" a girl from behind them interrupted, pushing her face close to them to join in their little forum. She was a plump young woman with pinkish features, and she had the hyperactiveness of a six-year-old. "And besides, his brother seems different. I can tell. Oh, and did you notice? Vegeta has a gorgeous ass!"

The huddle of girls just behind them sniggered evidently.

"I don't mind if they're a little out of it," she continued, ignoring the looks the others gave her for butting into their conversation when she wasn't invited to. "After all, they've got something to make up for it. Hey, the purple-haired kid is the heir of Capsule Corporation, right? If so... man, I can't believe the connections Gohan has! He knows someone from the Briefs clan on a first-name basis!"

"But then again, he's the kid who defeated Cell. We shouldn't be surprised at those little things," Hiroshi said knowingly, interested at the sudden turn of the conversation. After all, Gohan was a very interesting person to talk about, due to his mysterious nature. "For all we know, he could be an evil alien who forgot that he was supposed to take over the world."

"Why are we here anyway?!" the same girl complained, crossing her arms in front of her chest in an annoyed fashion. "Aren't we supposed to be dismissed for lunch anyway? That Principal Fuan --- I mean, look at the time! We're going to have ulcer at this development! What's the use of this stupid gathering---"

"Stupid gathering, brat?"

They all fell silent as they saw the Saiyajin no Ouji on the podium with a fierce glare on his pale, handsome features. The silence did not last long, however, for they heard a loud, "He's so hot, isn't he?!" followed by insane-sounding giggles from the back portion of the crowd. The glare on the saiyajin intensified even more at that, as he resisted the terrible urge to blast the pathetic humans into the next dimension.

He stayed on his place, his arms crossed in front of his chest. It took him quite a while to get rid of the glare he had on his face, and replace it with a knowing smirk. "I don't give a damn if you're listening or not, but talk while I'm talking and I'm going to blast you to the next dimension is smithereens! Am I clear?!" He didn't even wait for them to respond. "Good! Now let's get straight to the point of this entire meeting, I'm sick and tired of seeing you pathetic creatures..."

"Vegeta, what in the world do you think you're doing?!" a voice boomed into the premises, and all eyes snapped towards the doorway to see Gohan, the usually calm and smiling geek of Orange Star High School, storming in angrily with a murderous look on his face. "Stop this insanity this instant, and apologize to everyone for causing such a riot!"

"You want me to stop?" At that, Vegeta's voice dropped into a very sarcastic tone. "You don't know what you'll be denying them, brat. Oh, this is awful. I was just going to announce that as Principal I am suspending classes for the rest of the year and the years to come..."

Silence.

"No more classes?" one student managed to choke out despite of the shock.

"For the rest of the year?"

"And the years to come?"

The saiyajin nodded. "As long as I'm Principal." Then his expression turned into a sad, miserable one, although it was obviously superficial. However, it was only Gohan who could tell that it was actually superficial. "But the brat wants me to step down, and I'm afraid I would have to do so. I'm sorry to disappoint all of you..."

... stupid humans, he finished silently.

And like a supernova at the peak of its life, an explosion occured --- an explosion of annoyed murmurs, threatening shouts, and angry yells directed primarily to the demi-saiyajin who wanted to stop what was supposed to be the best thing yet in the history of Orange Star High School. Gohan backed off slightly, but he continued to argue. "You don't understand... Vegeta's---"

"The best Principal ever!" his classmate screamed to the top of her lungs. And when that statement left her, the crowd burst into another round of noise explosion, this time, for their new Principal. Gohan's words were drowned by the overjoyed cheers, delighted murmurs, and joyous screams that filled the auditorium to its extent.

Vegeta looked at Gohan, and beamed. "I win."

The demi-saiyajin glared in response, but he knew that there was no way he could overpower the rest of the student population. I'm doomed, he thought grimly, then he clamped his fists angrily. Dende is behind all of this, I'm sure of it! I swear, god or no god, I'm going to kill him! Someday I will, I'm going to make sure of that!

That was when someone from the crowd --- the quiet part of the crowd --- stood up to address the new Principal. "Excuse me, sir, but what'll happen to us? We're graduating this year, supposedly, and if we won't have classes, what will we get for our grades?"

A smirk appeared on Vegeta's face as he locked gazes with the human. "To hell with your grades."

"I object!" Seki Nozomi, one of the interns, shouted from behind. He then rose to confront the saiyajin, his emerald orbs burning fiercely in disagreement. "How will we able to get our marks for our practicum if we won't be able to teach? This cannot be! Classes must go on!"

At that, those concerned about their grades and everything else related to that began their protest, complaining about the Saiyajin no Ouji's decision. Those in the honor roll wanted to get medals desperately, they volunteered to go to school even if they'll be the only students. The graduating students seconded the suggestion without hesitation, while the interns, wanting to get over their week of hell, agreed to teach those who wanted to remain in school.

"Fine!" the Prince gave in, then he pointed at Gohan with narrowed eyes. "You, your classmates, and those who want to stay will stay! And for those who want to go home, go home!" he yelled in an extremely annoyed fashion before he turned around to leave. He was unable to leave, however, for a horde of students rushed to him, praising and thanking him for his goodness.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and only a few were left --- including Gohan's classmates who were sitting down angrily. "I can't believe this happened to us!" Sharpner blurted out loud, irritation lining his features. "We were so close to that freedom, and then because of these dorks we have to stay here and get on with classes! Gee, thanks a lot."

Gohan scowled in response, then he turned around to approach the older saiyajin, who was leaving the area at that time. "Hey Vegeta, where are you going?" he called out coolly, transforming his frown into a smirk as the other spun around to face him. "You said that my classmates and I have to stay for classes. Videl's my classmate. You're her slave, even if you're Principal. Get the picture?"

The Saiyajin no Ouji paled evidently before he let out a frustrated scream.