Chapt. 3

Vegeta surveyed the room, noting all of the cleverly hidden torture devices. Desks – probably lined with spikes on the inside. Black boards – public humiliation. Class hamsters – they were probably infected with deadly diseases; one bite could be fatal. Glue and construction paper – mummify the students alive!

"Um… excuse me?"

Vegeta whirled about at the sound of the sickeningly sweet voice, dripping with a deadly undertone. The Devil was getting cleverer these days. He stumbled backward, making a cross with his fingers.

There was a pause. "Are you Catholic?"

"No," interceded Bulma. "He's just being silly." The moment the teacher turned her fluffy blonde head away, Bulma got Vegeta by the ear and hissed, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Don't you see it? Her hair is hiding her horns," Vegeta explained hurriedly. "She's really Satan!"

Bulma released her hold on Vegeta and crossed her arms. "You're unbelievable. Just sit down and shut up until I tell you to talk."

Vegeta grumbled something in Saiyan and sat down to observe the ways of the demon. He needed to construct a battle plan.

"Well, let's get started then," the teacher began. "Trunks is a little… darling," she gushed.

Vegeta hacked and refrained from spitting.

The teacher gave him a concerned glance before moving on. "He can just be a little overly energetic at times."

Vegeta's scowl darkened. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Bulma whacked Vegeta with her foot under the table.

"Well, he doesn't pay attention in class –"

Of course he doesn't pay attention, Vegeta thought. He's a genius. He got it from me.

"And… he's convinced that he's the prince of all the Caijuns, I believe he said."

Vegeta smirked but ignored the mistake, blaming it on stupid, inferior human hearing.

"And he doesn't understand the concept of 'throw it lightly' in gym class."

Vegeta gave a small laugh. He was proud of his son. "It's not Trunks' fault that the other children are weaklings. 'Being miserable builds character.'"

Bulma stomped on Vegeta's toes with her high heels as the teacher looked on in bewilderment, but figuring that Bulma was the one in charge, she went on, "But other than that he's a sweet boy."

Vegeta grunted. I'll have to talk to him about that later. From that point on, Vegeta ceased to pay attention to his wife and Satan, instead planning the demon's demise.

Bulma, figuring that he was probably being good, decided that it was safe for her to take a quick break. "I'm going to the ladies' room. I'll be right back."

The teacher turned to look at Vegeta. He sat with his arms crossed, glaring at her. The seconds went by as the clock went tick… tick… tick…

"Nice weather we're having," the teacher said conversationally.

"Don't try any of your tricks with me, Lucifer," Vegeta said triumphantly. "I know what you're up to."

The teacher, not understanding, twisted her toad-like face into a smile and said, "The only thing I'm up to is teaching children the joy of learning."

"Exactly my point."

"Oh, good. Do you have any more questions or concerns about Trunks' education here?"

"Just one. Who were the tortured, screaming souls out by the front door?"

"I'm sorry – I – I didn't see any souls out by the front door."

"Well, what door were they at then, if not the front door?"

The teacher looked baffled. "I don't think there are any souls by any of the doors."

"But you didn't admit to not seeing screaming tortured people."

The teacher leaned back in her chair and mumbled, "I don't know what you're –"

Just then, Bulma returned. Vegeta huddled back into his chair, pretending nothing had happened. Bulma saw the look on the teacher's face and sighed. "What did Vegeta do to you?"

"He accused me of being Lucifer!"

"I did not!" retorted Vegeta. "She lies! They're all lies! Lucifer is the prince of lies! I mean – IT is the prince of lies. I never said SHE was the prince of lies."

Bulma sank into her chair and rubbed her temples. She asked, "Is there anything more that we need to go over?"

"Not unless you have any questions," the teacher replied brightly, pretending to forget what had happened only a moment before.

"No," muttered Bulma. "We're just going to visit the principal now, and then we'll go home and spend some quality time together," she said pointedly to Vegeta.

Vegeta waited until they got into the hall to ask, "What's this principal thing that you speak of?"

"The principal is the one in charge," Bulma sighed.

"WHAT? How can it BE? There is one more powerful than LUCIFER? I mean – it – she – never mind."

"Now Vegeta, no accusing the principal of being the Devil, Lucifer, or any other names used to describe Satan."

Vegeta agreed and followed Bulma down the hall, thinking to himself, She never said I couldn't blow him up. He smirked.