Note: I promise I will try to make this one much longer! Well, I'm going to skip to the half way through 1st grade.
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"Vegeta!" Bulma roared. Why did he have to do this? Every day he pulled a different prank on her. She didn't think she could bear another half year of it. She pulled the worms out of her hair disgustedly. "That's the third time this week!" she screeched, turning around. She knew perfectly well about his sensitive hearing.
Vegeta attempted to put on an innocent smile, ignoring the thumping in his eardrums. "What are you talking about?" he asked in an angelic way. Bulma fumed.
"What do you think? Gee, I think the worms magically appeared in my hair, Veggie." She said 'Veggie' so sarcastically.
"Don't call me that" Vegeta grunted.
"Veggie!"
"Onna!"
"Veggie!"
"Onna!"
"Both of you, settle down! This happens every day and I'm sick of it!" their teacher, Ms. Kaylie, screeched. "Would you like to go to time out, Vegeta?" Vegeta hung his head, but made a face while doing so.
"No, Ma'am."
"And how about you, Ms. Briefs?" Bulma, too, started to inspect her shoes.
"No, Ma'am."
"Very well. Now I suggest you both stop bickering and get along, because we still have another four months to go through and I am not willing to put up with you!" she scolded. "Now get back to your drawings!" she ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Vegeta said, clicking his shoes together in a Marine way. He marched over to his drawing and started drawing some death scene. Ms. Kaylie sighed and looked at the floor in thought.
"I love kids, but this is ridiculous. I'm at the point of sending them both to different classes. Ms. Briefs is an excellent student, and so is Vegeta. It's just their attitudes, especially Mr. Ouji's. I know he keeps egging her on, but she needs to learn how to control her temper or this will continue until high school!" (Get the joke?) "Why can't they just behave?"
With a final sigh, she left her thoughts behind. She walked around the room, looking at the children's drawings.
"Very nice, Yamcha. Oh, that looks very special Krillin. Goku, um… what is that?" She was referring to a brown glob on his paper.
"It's supposed to be fried chicken!" he explained as if it were obvious.
Ms. Kaylie blinked. "Oh, well, that, very creative. Mr. Ouji! What in heavens name are you drawing!?" she shrieked, running over to him.
Vegeta looked at her incredulously. "It's how I thinked my grandpa died." The drawing showed some guy being blasted apart by some sort of energy ball. It would have been quite an amazing drawing if it weren't about such a horrible subject. The teacher gaped. It was painted quite discretely. There were many details. It looked like a Michael Angelo work of art only about a darker matter!
The teacher's jaw fell open. "Oh, well," she said flabbergasted. "It's think, Vegeta, not thinked. Um… I think I'll take a closer look at this!" she said and snatched the picture up before Vegeta could protest. She ran to her desk, which was across the room. He shrugged.
"I wonder what got into her!" he told himself before stealing a sheet of paper from some poor, unsuspecting kid and starting over.
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Bulma was sketching one of those vanishing point scenes when she heard Ms. Kaylie shriek about Vegeta's painting. She rolled her eyes.
"Dummy." She finished. "There!" she said, raising her arms in self-brought happiness. "I'm finished!" she announced.
Suddenly, a hand snatched out from behind her and grabbed her picture. "Hey!" she whined noisily, turning around. "Give it back, Vegeta!" she screeched.
Vegeta looked it over, just high enough over her head for her to be incapable of reaching it. "You know, I think I'll just keep this to myself!" he announced, walking away casually. Bulma stalked off after him.
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You know what? I'm tired. I'm just gonna stop right now before I screw it up. Sorry it's so short. I'll try to make it real long next time. Please review!