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Brenman: Here is chapter 2, and so far so good. I haven't accidentally added a plot in yet, and I don't plan to.

You're watching the Television with your ultra-mega-super-humongously-large soft drink in your lap. You can feel the bones in your thighs beginning to crack from the strain. You hear a loud snapping noise and quickly decide to push the drink off yourself. The soft drink drenches the floor, but you decide to clean it up later, because your favorite T.V. host has just walked onto the screen.

"Hello, " he begins, "I am Vegeta no Ouji, and you have just entered a place where everyone has stupid names, gravity goes on strike, and people get blown up because I felt like it. This is the Kakarott Zone." The camera zooms away from Vegeta as his highness begins walking forward, "Today you will see a story about community service and why judges shouldn't get on my bad side."

Warning: This story contains Vegeta. Viewer discretion is advised.

-- Community Service --

Judge Kenshin-Battosai's gavel fell down for the third and final time as the robed man gave his verdict, "I hear by sentence Vegeta no Ouji to one hundred hours of community service for blowing up South city because he thought it would be an adequate punishment for one of the streetlights making him wait too long." Kenshin-Battosai stood up, followed shortly by Vegeta himself.

Vegeta glared at the judge, "I hear by sentence you to one Big Bang Attack." Vegeta stuck his hand out with his palm facing the judge in his trademark attack. "Case closed!" he yelled and fired a large ki blast at the helpless reviewer, I mean judge. Vegeta picked up his jacket from where it was slung over his chair. Everyone else in the courtroom backed away slightly as he passed them. as he walked out the door he called over his shoulder, "Court is adjourned."

Vegeta exited the room to come face to face with a very irate Bulma. The blue haired scientist turned and began walking beside him. "Could you stop blowing up your judges? You're still going to do that community service. This doesn't change anything."

Vegeta humphed and picked Bulma up and flew home. He looked down at Bulma when he heard her grumbling, "What now?"

Bulma glared up at him, "Couldn't you have waited until we were outside before taking off?" Bulma huffed as she proceeded to brush pieces of ceiling off of herself.

-- A Couple Hours Later --

Vegeta was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when he turned to look at his wife with a questioning look on his face, "What am I going to have to do for this community service?"

Bulma looked at him and an evil grin spread itself across her face. Bulma leaned in and whispered something in the Saiyan princes ear. Vegeta's face fell faster then the profits of an all you can eat buffet with Goku nearby. "You can't be serious. I won't do it. Besides, wouldn't they want someone who actually knows what their doing?"

Bulma looked at him, "You'll manage."

Vegeta turned to look at the ceiling again, "Yes I will manage, because I won't be doing that."

Bulma grinned her evil wife look and began petting Vegeta's chest sensually, "Well then, if you won't do that. I guess what you will be doing is getting better acquainted with the couch."

Vegeta squirmed for a couple of seconds before giving up, "Oh fine. You win woman. I'll do it."

-- One Week Later --

"All right class, " Vegeta spoke up in a very pissed off sounding tone that told all his students that he was not to be messed with. He had to raise his voice very slightly so that everyone in the tiny classroom of the dimly lit high school could hear him, "I will be your knitting instructor for the next couple of weeks."

The class of old ladies and three middle aged men cheered enthusiastically. Vegeta nearly puked when one old shriveled up raisin of a granny blew a kiss at him. Vegeta suddenly heard a familiar voice by the door, "Sorry, am I la... late, Vegeta what are you doing here?" Vegeta turned to see android 18 walk into his class room and take a seat.

Vegeta stared at her and inwardly groaned for a second, "As I was saying. I will be your instructor for a couple weeks." Vegeta heard a loud bang come from the back of the classroom and looked up to see 18 lying on the floor under a twisted heap of metal that was once her desk.

18 pulled herself up from her awkward position quickly and started yelling at Vegeta, "Vegeta, you're our instructor? Do you even know how to knit?"

Vegeta grinned at the android, "You may not approve of my methods, but the product will be the same."

18 sat down in a different desk and tried to figure out what Vegeta meant.

Vegeta began looking at the rest of the class, "Okay class. I want you to come up and get your supplies." Vegeta motioned to the counter behind him.

One of the old ladies raised her hand, "But sir, there aren't any knitting supplies there."

Vegeta blasted the insolent woman into vapors and then gestured to a pile of red bricks behind him. "Everyone come up here and grab a brick." The class gulped and quickly ran up to the front and grabbed one of the bricks. Everyone except android 18, who decided to take a leisurely stroll up to the front of the class.

When everyone was seated again Vegeta turned and walked out the door of the classroom and yelled back at the rest of the people, "Follow me." The class was quick to comply. Within minutes they were all outside the school and walking down the street. "Okay class, here's how you are supposed to knit." Vegeta came to a stop outside of a clothing store that had a a display in the front with a knit sweater on a mannequin. Vegeta pulled back his arm and hurled the brick through the glass at an inhuman speed. The alarms went of inside the store and Vegeta reached over and yanked the sweater off the mannequin

The class ran for it as soon as they saw what he was doing. They ran a couple of blocks away and waited for the insane black haired person to join them along with their insane blonde haired classmate. Seconds later they were caught up to by the aforementioned duo. "That class," Vegeta shouted, "is how you knit. I want you go out and do just that. I will meet you all back in the class room in one hour. If you haven't managed to knit anything in that time, I will kill you. If you have gotten arrested. Your out of luck. See you soon." Vegeta walked off in the direction of the school, pleased that his class had gone so well.

-- Commercial Break --

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-- Back to story --

Vegeta surveyed the class with keen eyes. "Only four people came back. Pitiful."

One of the men from the class had come back with a red and green knitted sweater with a picture of Mr. Satan on the front. two of the little old ladies had returned sporting two pieces of knitted goods each, and android 18 was there, and it looked like she had use Vegeta's knitting technique to knit herself a whole new wardrobe.

-- The Next Morning --

Bulma sat at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee in hand as she listened to the radio. She perked up when she heard the top news story of the day. It seems that the previous night, police arrested eleven people in separate places at separate times for attempting to steal knitted goods from stores in downtown West city. "Vegeta?" she called out.

"What?" came his reply from upstairs.

"How did your class go last night?" She asked.

"Very good, " He answered, "And now even better, because I have just convinced a certain eleven store owners to press charges."

Bulma scowled as she heard Vegeta begin laughing." Next time. I won't make him do it."

-- End Story --

"The Moral of the story?" Vegeta began, "Don't ever sentence me to community service, and having a cameo on this show can be dangerous to your health. Tune in next time as we examine a sentence that should never have existed, and brush up on some old rock bands. Goodbye." Vegeta walks off the screen and you switch the T.V. off. No point in keeping it on, the next show is myth busters, and you've been boycotting them ever since the episode where they said that the myth about the Dragonballs was busted.

Brenman: I already have the next Chapter written, but I think I'll wait until tomorrow to post it. Review, Review, Review. Oh, and Review.