Chapter 5- Disrupting Class
It was six thirty.
Vegeta groaned and rolled over trying his best to ignore the annoying man on his alarm clock. When this failed, he buried his head under the pillow. Finally, feeling that he might as well get up, he groped along his nightstand for the clock and turned it off.
He pulled himself out of bed, and went to take a cold shower to wake himself up all the way. With this done, he got dressed, grabbed his wallet, and keys, locked the door, and headed for school.
He arrived only three minutes before the bell rang. And having forgotten to eat, again, today like he had done yesterday, the first place he went was to the snack machine.
When the bell rang, he went to search for his first hour class. "Mechanics..." He mumbled to himself as he read the numbers on the walls. All of the workshop type classes were in a separate building, so they weren't that hard to find.
He walked in just before the tardy bell rang, and took a seat next to one of the other football players that he knew.
When everybody was there and accounted for, the teacher, Mr. Renn started recapping the rules. This was to be expected. Teachers always did that for the first week of school, and they always said the same thing.
Since Vegeta had heard these same rules for twelve years straight, he figured that he didn't need to learn them again. Therefore, he leaned back in his chair and took a nap.
He woke up to the sound of the bell.
Looking at his schedule, he exited the class and headed for Advanced English.
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Bulma and ChiChi were sitting in the same seats that they were the day before. They were both staring at the doorway waiting for a certain someone to come in.
The tardy bell rang, and there was still no sign of Vegeta. There were still people filing into the class though. Finally, Vegeta walked in followed by this girl who was latched onto his arm like a leech despite his attempts to politely shake her off.
Bulma instantly knew that this was Vegeta.
"That's him!" ChiChi whispered excitedly.
The second Vegeta walked into the class, everyone went quiet. Everyone except the teacher, anyway.
"You're late, Vegeta." Mr. Dilloir said pompously.
That's been happening a lot lately. Vegeta thought sardonically finally shaking the girl off his arm. "Yeah, but so are they." He said in defense pointing to three teachers' pets that had just walked in.
"I don't care about them. I was talking about you." Mr. Dilloir said getting very angry for being bested.
"Hey you can't just single me out like that!" Vegeta said also getting angry. "They were tardy just like I was."
"Yes but they were not skipping class yesterday. Maybe I should call Mr. Kozaku and let him deal with you."
At this Vegeta smirked. "Call him." He said crossing his arms.
The class 'oohed' at his comment.
"Well, maybe I will." Mr. Dilloir said.
"Go ahead then. Because I've already talked to him about it. So you'll have to think of some other way to get me in trouble. Mr. Dilloir." He said putting a nasty emphasis on his name.
"GO SIT DOWN!" Mr. Dilloir yelled at him not able to think of anything else to say.
"Well that's what I was doing before you had interrupted me." He said and started walking towards the back where the girl who had come in with him was waving him over.
He took a seat in the back, right on the side of Bulma.
A girl on the other side of him, Stephanie, looked at him and did this over emotional "Oh my Gawd." She got up out of her chair, grabbed his chin, and started examining the three scratches on his cheek. He had gotten then from two girls fighting in the bar where he worked when he had broken them up.
"What happened Veggie?" The girl in front of him, Tish, said over emotionally as well.
Vegeta glared at her for calling him such a stupid nickname, but before he could say anything, another girl, Shea, butted in.
"He got that when he was with me last night."
"Oh. Now you and I both know that he didn't. My baby wouldn't come in a ten feet radius of you." Tish said.
"Aww. Is Gee workin' you too hard?" Stephanie asked sweetly.
"All of ya'll can shut up." A boy named Alan, who was sitting in front of ChiChi, said. "'Cause number one, his name ain't 'Veggie', number two, Tish, he ain't ya' baby, and number three, he wouldn't go with none of ya'll."
"Oh. Told ya'll." Another boy, Jeff, turned around. Both Alan and Jeff were football players too.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was sitting with his hand covering his face trying to hide his laughter.
"You in the back!" Mr. Dilloir yelled. "Mr. Vegeta. I hope that you aren't interrupting my class."
"What?! I didn't say anything since I got back here."
"Yup sho' ditn'" Alan said.
"Played." Jeff tuned in.
"Well keep it that way." Mr. Dilloir fussed. "Now if you will all pay attention, I will now go over the rules again, since some of us weren't here yesterday to hear them."
While Mr. Dilloir started going over the rules, Vegeta decided, once again, to take a nap.
"...Always come to class on time, always turn in work on time..." Mr. Dilloir was saying as he looked over the class. He spotted Vegeta sleeping in the back, grabbed a textbook, and started walking down the isle with it. All the while he kept talking. "...no eating, no talking, and..." He slammed the book down on Vegeta's desk effectively waking him up and the twelve other kids that had happened to be sleeping. "NO SLEEPING!" He yelled in his face.
Vegeta had looked surprised for only a second, but then yawned and crossed his arms back over his chest.
"Mr. Ouji." Mr. Dilloir began, "Events have led me to believe that you were sleeping in my class."
"Well. That all depends on the eyes of the beholder. Some people might think that your lesson was so interesting that I had to close my eyes and visualize it." Vegeta stated earning a muffled giggle from the entire class.
"And others might think you were sleeping." Mr. Dilloir said trying his hardest to best Vegeta.
"While that might be true." Vegeta stated. "You could not do me anything even if I was."
"And why is that?" Mr. Dilloir asked sarcastically.
"Because you stated the rule after you woke me up." Vegeta said smugly. Mr. Dilloir's face fell. "Therefore," Vegeta continued. "Since I was not aware of this rule, it did not apply."
The entire class started laughing, which got Mr. Dilloir pissed even more.
"OUT!" He yelled. Pointing to the door. "GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!."
"Hey you can't kick me out of class just because you feel drove."(and for those who don't know that means 'stupid'.) Vegeta said.
"Yes I can! Now get OUT!"
Vegeta stood up out of his chair without saying anything. He was a good five inches taller than the scrawny Mr. Dilloir. Still silent, he started making his way toward the door.
Mr. Dilloir put a very smug look on his as Vegeta stopped at the door. He expected Vegeta to turn around and beg to stay in class. That's not what happened however. Instead, without moving anything but his arm, he pressed the intercom button.
Yes? The secretary's voice came over the intercom.
"Let me talk to Kozaku." Vegeta ordered the woman.
But... She started but Vegeta cut her off.
"He ain't busy! Let me talk to him!"
There was a brief pause before Mr. Kozaku's voice was heard. Vegeta I presume? He said, pretty much knowing who it was already.
"Yes." Vegeta said sort of business-like.
What are you doing?
All of Vegeta's anger that he had recently suppressed came right back at the question. "Oh!" He yelled. "So any time I'm talking to one of you people, I automatically did something?!"
Let me rephrase that...To what do I owe the pleasure of you interrupting me?
"Well that's not much better. But since you said it so nicely..."
Mr. Dilloir who had been standing in the back of class fuming, finally spoke up. "This hooligan was disrupting my class!"
"Hey there ain't no need for name callin'" Jeff yelled.
I agree. Mr. Vegeta, why don't you come to my office.
Mr. Dilloir found his smug face once again and put it back on.
You too Dilloir.
Vegeta turned to Mr. Dilloir and smirked when he said that. He then stalked out of the room with Dilloir sputtering behind him.