AN: Woo...I almost have 100 reviews! ^_^ Lets see if I can hit the 100 mark with this chapter.

PS. You know that you really love anime when you spend $80-something on manga in 15 minutes...

PPS. ;_; One more issue of Love Hina and I'm done with the series. Keitaro and Naru better marry or something.

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The week flew by.

Shinii made Raditsu do more house work, and things between them started heating up even more. Although, they were careful to make sure that Vegita was no where near the house when they did the deed.

And speaking of Vegita, well, he was dealing.

By dealing, off course, I mean that he had yet to kill anyone. Oh, be quiet. The whole incident with Mrs. Robelard was purely an accident. You knew it was coming. The woman had been teaching for years without a decent salary. Besides, she wasn't dead. Just...in Intensive Care.

Right now, Vegita was sitting in his new, manly room, on his new, manly bed. No stuffed animal could be seen, except for the large, plush monkey that he found funny. His closet was stuffed with dark colored clothes. Psh, no more orange shirts or yellow pants for him! Just call him Chibi-Goth, minus the spikes, chains, and make-up.

Anyway, the young prince was pissed. Mr. Romano, the principle, decided that enough was enough and school would start on Monday. It was, currently, Monday. 7:35am to be precise.

His gray backpack was resting by the dresser, stuffed with notebooks, pencils, markers, and preschooler books.

Any minute now, Shinii would call him down, ready to walk him to school.

How he hated his new life.

"Vegita-chan! Come on, we're running late!"

See?

Vegita hopped off the bed and grabbed his backpack on his way out the door. He didn't even bother to acknowledge Raditsu as he passed him.

He's allowed to sulk, ok? Leave him alone, he's only 5.

As Shinii walked him across the street, his hand in hers, he momentarily looked back at her house and sighed.

She looked down at him, smiling, "Not excited to go back?"

"Onna, what do 'you' think?"

Shinii giggled, "When I was your age, I always pretended to be sick just so I wouldn't have to go to school."

"......."

"I remember one time, I ran into the wall so that I got to stay home."

Vegita cast her a disbelieving look, "Onna...why-...never mind."

The rest of the minutes were spent in silence. Soon, they came upon the chamber of doom. Shinii quickly kissed him on the cheek, said goodbye, and skipped home.

Vegita slowly walked into the hall and made his way to his classroom.

He detested that place so very much.

Giving a last desperate sigh, he opened the wooden door and stepped inside, walking to his designated seat. He placed his backpack under the desk and nodded his head in greeting to Bulma.

"Hi Vegita-chan!" she exclaimed bubbly, "You wanna know what I did? Me and daddy and mommy went to this festival, and I got to wear a kimono, and...and...they had tofu! I didn't really like tofu, but it looked cool, so I tried it, and..-"

It was around this time that Vegita tuned her out.

What was with these Earth women? They just kept talking, even after you told them to shut up.

Luckily, Bulma's loud voice quieted after the door opened, and a balding, beer-bellied man entered. He walked to the front of the room and faced the twenty-odd children.

"Hello. I'm Mr. Copolla, your substitute teacher. Until we can get a new teacher for you, I'll be here, got it?" he asked gruffly, pulling his suspenders with his thumbs, "Now, I don't tolerate any talking, and the fact that you're all in kindergarten doesn't matter. If I catch any of you mouthing off, you stay 30 minutes after school. I doesn't matter to me how you get home. Everyone understand?"

"He's mean..." a kid in the back of Vegita whined, eyes wide.

Bulma slowly raised her hand, "Mr. what if we hafta go to the potty?"

"Then you'll just have to hold in it. Do it on your own time, not mine." the man sneered.

"But-it 'is' our time..."

"Quiet! That's strike 1! You get two more strikes and you stay after school!"

Vegita stayed quiet. Let that new slave driver think that he was in charge. He would get what’s coming to him.

"I don't like him." Bulma whispered to him, voice quivering.

"The baka won't be here long." Vegita answered her, eyes shining evily.

"Really?" she squealed loudly, then promptly winced.

"That’s 2 strikes!!"

"Oops..."

"Now," Mr. Copolla said, taking out a yellow paper, "Lets take attendance. When I call your name, say 'Here'."

Vegita raised an eyebrow. Couldn't he 'see' that they were all here?

"Webster, Johnny."

"H-here!"

"Moore, Mandy."

"Here."

"Briefs, Bulma."

"Here!"

"Toraneko, Vegita."

Silence.

"I said, Toraneko, Vegita! Is he absent?" he demanded, looking around the room for an empty desk. When he found none, he frowned.

"Vegita-chan, you should answer!" Bulma piped up quietly, scared that he would get in trouble. Vegita shrugged, a smirk planted firmly on his face.

"Mr. Toraneko! You say 'here' or you stay after school!"

"No, I don't think I will..." he finally spoke up, head resting on his hand in a bored way.

Mr. Copolla bristled, "What did you say? Who do you think you are?"

"The one who sent the last teacher to the medical facilities." Vegita said calmly.

"Oh ho. So you're the one that Mr. Romano told me about, eh? Well, lets see how tough you are after I've been through with you! I was in the army, you know! If I can turn a bunch of skinny city-boys into the best soldiers out there, I can turn you into a model student!" Mr. Copolla yelled, pumping his fist into the air.

"Go right ahead."

"Is that how you want to play it? Alright, it's time to teach you some discipline, boy! It's time for...Time Out!" he boomed, pointing at a corner.

The entire class gasped.

"Wow."

"Go in the corner and face the wall!" Mr. Copolla snarled, eye twitching. Oh yes, this one would be hard to brake. But him spirit would shatter eventually. It always did. A couple days without recess and he would be like a big bowl of putty.

Vegita shrugged nonchalantly and walked in the direction the teacher was pointing. With a last humorless smile, he turned around and stared at the bland, yellow wall.

What a punishment.

And yes, people. He was being sarcastic.

However, as he watched a small spider crawl up and down the aformentioned wall, a began to form in his warped little mind.

So, the man wanted a soldier?

That’s just what he would get.

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Sorry for the crappiness of the chapter. My muse has left me -sigh-. I do, however, have a new fic out. It's called "Camping is a Scarring Experience". The boys from Gundam Wing go camping, but things don't turn out all that well. Then again, finding a bloody carcass and strange footprints could ruin anybody's week...

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