Chapter 2- Let's Talk

            "Vegeta!" Goku exclaimed happily ignoring his friend's bad mood.

            Goku knew Vegeta well enough to know where he would be. He had figured that Vegeta would either be on the roof or at the top of the bleachers, and he had been right. Before he had met with ChiChi, he had checked the roof and Vegeta hadn't been there. With that option scratched, he had headed straight to the bleachers when he heard the principal's rants.

            "What do you want" Vegeta said without looking at him.

            "Why weren't you in class all day?" Goku asked.

            "Because all the teachers are idiots." He said simply.

            "I know there is more than that, Vegeta. You can't fool me."

            "Leave me alone, Goku."

            "Oh. Come on, Vegeta. If you tell me, I might be able to help."

            "I don't need your help so go away."

            Goku sighed. He knew that there was no use trying to argue with Vegeta when he was mad, or any time for that matter. "Alright, Vegeta. But if you want to talk or something, you know where to find me." He said and started to walk away.

            Vegeta just hmphed.

            "Oh. And if I were you, I'd head to the Principal's office. You know how they are. If he can't get you to do what he wants, he'll bring coach into it."

            And with that, he left.

            Vegeta sat on the bleachers for a few minutes thinking about what Goku had just told him. Of course he had known it already, but he had put it aside until now. Sighing, he stood up and started making his way to the principal's office.

            He tried to make his way through the campus without being noticed, but it didn't help that more than half the people knew him. And those who didn't know him, were being shown who he was by those who did.

            He growled at how stupid people could be. Didn't they realize that half of them were going to become drug addicts and die before age fifty? Or that the girls were going to have abusive boyfriends who are going to beat them and their kids an then eventually kill them. And then a good portion of them were going to be homeless and living on the street with their only possession a styrofoam cup. He'd probably be in that category.

            He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice he had walked to the office until he was actually in it.

            Hm. Imagine that. Vegeta mused to himself stepping up to the secretary's desk.

            "Can I help you?" The secretary asked without pausing from her typing or even looking up.

            "Vegeta Ouji. You were calling for me." He answered coolly.

            Now the secretary looked up from her work. She gave him a quick scoping before pressing a button and alerting the principal that he was here. "Go one in." She said turning back to her typing..

            Vegeta did as he was told.

            "Vegeta Ouji." The principal, Mr. Kozaku or so it said on the desk, greeted. "Please sit down." He pointed to a chair on the other side of his desk.

            Vegeta plopped down in it not taking his eyes off the Mr. Kozaku. "So what do you want?" He asked bluntly. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

            "Well you were skipping class. Why?"

            "Because I didn't feel like going. What kind of question is that?"

            "Vegeta. You can not skip class just because you don't feel like going."

            "So what's your point?"

            "Vegeta. You have to go to class. Look I have read your files, and I just want you to know that we have guidance counselors, and peer mediation..."

            "Look!" Vegeta interrupted jumping up from his chair. " I don't need your help or anybody else's. And if that's all you wanted to talk to me about, then I'm leaving."

            "Vegeta. No that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Now come sit back down."

            Vegeta did, albeit grudgingly.

            "Now. What I wanted to talk to you about is your scholarship."

            Vegeta's spine straightened a bit at the mention of his scholarship. "What about it?"

            "Now As you know it is a great honor to be able to attend Northern, and an even greater honor to get a scholarship to go there and play on their football team."

            "And your point is?"

            "Well Vegeta I am really sorry to have to do this to you, but I have to. You know that if you are kicked off of our football team, you will lose your scholarship."

            "What! You're kicking me off?!"

            "Wait. Let me finish." Mr. Kozaku said calmly. "Now, you also know that if you fail even one class, you get kicked off. Well I have just been informed that the qualifications to get into Northern have been raised. If you get lower than a 'B' in any class you lose your scholarship. Also, if you get one referral, or if any teachers have problems with you or your attitude, you will not remain on the team and you lose your scholarship. If you have too many unexcused tardies or absentees you..."

            "I GET IT!" Vegeta yelled. "Is that all you wanted me for?" He got up out of his chair once again.

            "If I can suggest something." He looked at Vegeta who gave him a look that said 'you might as well' and continued. "Why don't you get a job with more decent hours?"

            "Doing what?" Vegeta said sarcastically.

            "I don't know. But you're a very talented young man. I'm sure you could find something."

            "Hmph. I like my job. And if that is all?" He said opening the door and stepping out.

            "Just think about it. This is for your own good." Mr. Kozaku called from back in his office.

            "Yeah right." Vegeta mumbled walking out of the office.

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            "So what do you have after lunch?" ChiChi asked Bulma.

            "PE, and French." She answered simply.

            "Oh." ChiChi said. "I have geometry and then PE."

            "Hey ChiChi!" Goku said excitedly rejoining the rest of the group. "You have PE with me and Vegeta. I'll introduce you to him then. He likes PE, so he shouldn't be too mad."

            "What was wrong with him in the first place?" ChiChi asked trying to hide her excitement for meeting the most famous football player in school.

            "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me. But he should be in class." He said and then added as an after thought. "I hope so anyway."

            "Aww. That's not fair. I wanted to meet him." Bulma pouted.

            "I do too." Yamcha said. "He can't be as great as everybody says."

            Goku ignored Yamcha's last comment. "Hey guys. I think the bell is about to ring. We oughta start walking to class.." Just as he said that the bell rang. He put his hand behind his head and his big goofy smile on his face. "HeHe. I guess I was right."