AN: Dude...yea.....o.x Once again, I lack an author's note. Just, go read the chapter...or something. -blinks- And Review!!

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The class, which was already quiet, hushed even more as Mrs. Puffei entered, pushing Vegita in front of her. A large, round woman walked over to them from the blackboard, waddling like a Sea Elephant on drugs. Her short, curly brown hair framed her pink face, clashing slightly with the red, silk-like dress pants and shirt. A pair of sneakers were on her feet, and Vegita faintly wondered how her surprisingly thin ankles managed to support her massive frame.

"Got a new student for you, Betty." Mrs. Puffei said, "His name is Vegita Toraneko. Have fun."

"Yes, thank you Lola. I'll take it from here." the teacher said, ruffling Vegita's hair in a sadistic matter. The secretary soon left and the chibi was ushered to an empty desk next to a girl with blue hair and freakishly large eyes.

"Well Vegita, I am Mrs. Robelard, your teachers. What do you say?" the woman asked, hands on hips.

The prince thought for a moment, blinking. Sadly enough, his brain felt empty at the moment. Actually, he was probably just in shock. You have to understand, this was all very stressful. His only...uh, acquaintances had left, and now he was stuck in some strange room of torture with a blob of a female that had long, hot-pink nails...and the other kids were scaring him. Seriously. They were...well...how could he put this nicely? Dumb looking.

And hell, they were scrawny! Not one muscle between the lot of them! Pathetic. What were these Earthlings taught here in this 'skool'?

"Vegita? What do you say?" Mrs. Robelard asked again, eye's narrowed slightly. A smile formed on her face. A sickeningly 'cheerful' smile. It was a smile that one would find on a serial murderer right before he chucked a baby off of the Empire State building.

Doesn't that just create a beautiful mental picture?

"What do I say to what?" Vegita said, slightly confused. What was up with humans and riddles? It's like they had some sick sort of fetish with it.

The fat woman’s smile widened, "Aren't you going to greet the class and myself?"

"Why?"

"Because, dear, " she stressed the word 'dear', "It's proper."

"Uh huh..." Vegita said slowly, eyebrow raised, "And why, Onna, would you assume that I care about your stupid Earth traditions?"

The class gave off a loud 'Oooooo....' and stared openly at the scene before them. The new kid had guts. Everyone knew that Mrs. Robelard was the meanest and freakiest teacher in the entire school. The rumors suggested that she might have killed a group of kittens just because they shed on one of her colorful outfits.

And damn! Killing cute kittens is just wrong! All of them knew that! Even the bullies! Yes, the one that dunks the heads of Kindergarteners and first graders into toilets counts too.

Off course, it 'was' just a rumor. One child, however, claimed that his brother's, friend's, cousin saw her do it.

Mrs. Robelard's eye twitched. Who did this little brat think he was? Royalty? He's been here not even two minutes and already he was undermining her authority! The nerve. If there was one thing she learned through out her long years of teaching, it was that you can't be soft with kids. Or they would take over.

The world.

Don't look at me like that. Being surrounded by small children all day can do strange things to people. Really. Ever tried to baby-sit?

"Young man, if I were you, I would show more respect toward my elders." she said in an overly sweet voice, walking over to stand in front of him and rapping her fingers on his desk.

Vegita sneered, not impressed, "Elders. No kidding. How old are you, anyway?"

Another collective gasp followed that statement. The blue haired girl gave him a sympathetic glance. When she first started Kindergarten, she too thought that she could get away with such talk. She was, after all, rich. But he would soon learn. She shuddered. It wouldn't be pretty.

"My age, " Mrs. Robelard snarled out from between her unnaturally white teeth, "is not important. I suggest that if you want to stay in this class, you shut up and be good."

"Right..."

"Quiet!" she screamed, slamming a palm onto the desk.

Vegita sighed. There really was no use getting all upset about this, "Alright, alright. Now, go do your job and teach or something. I'm sure they don't pay you to just stand there."

Mrs. Robelard took a deep breath, calming herself. His time would come. You just wait. She turned around and marched over to her own desk, sitting down in the worn out, creaking chair. Fixing them a look, she demanded that they open their Reading book and complete page 5.

Blinking, Vegita looked around. The teacher woman seemed to have forgotten to give him a book, it seemed. Just as he was about to ask her for one, the book in question was placed on his desk.

Looking up, he found the blue haired girl sitting next to him. While he was contemplating on the matter of the missing text, she had pushed her desk up next to his and made herself comfortable.

"Hi." she whispered, careful to not catch the attention of the evil Tub-a-lard woman.

Vegita's eyes narrowed in distrust, although a faint blush could still be seen on his cheeks. This was the closest he had ever been to a female his own age.

"What do you want, onna?" he asked, equally quietly.

She smiled cheerfully and proceeded to open the book to the right page, displaying a picture of a large, brown dog. Next to the image was a simple sentence written in large, bold words.

"I'm sharing my book with you, duh!" she said, pointing at the page, "We got to read this stuff."

She focused her eyes on the words and scrunched up her face in concentration, "S-spot...r-r...ru-...runs...faaaa....fast..."

Vegita sweatdropped. Apparently, the mentality of a 5 year old was different on Earth than on Vegita-sei.

"Uh, yea..."

Just as Vegita was about to absorb himself in the wonder that was Spot, a loud screech filled the air.

"Bulma Briefs! What are you doing?! Get your desk back to its own place!" Mrs. Robelard yelled, striding over to the pair. The blue haired girl, now known as Bulma, panicked and quickly pushed her chair and desk to the original position, grabbing her book along the way.

"I-...I was just letting him use my book, 'cause he doesn't have one..." Bulma said, eyes lowered.

"Really? Well then, if he was missing a book, why didn't he just raise his hand and ask for one, hmm?" she said, turning to look at Vegita.

"Huh?" he asked, even more confused than before, "Raise my- what? What are you blabbering about, woman?"

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH A MATTER!"

Vegita's eyebrows shut up into his hairline. Wow. He never knew that a humans face could turn all red like that from yelling. Kind of funny, if you thought about it...

"What do you want down, Earthling?" he asked, yawning loudly, "Can't you just be quiet or something?

"GET OUT!"

"Get out where?" Vegita said, looking at Mrs. Robelard as if she were a convict that recently escaped from an insane asylum, "You don't make any sense."

"Go to the Principles..." she growled, pointing at the door.

"What's a Principle? Is it like...a fish?" Vegita asked with a puzzled expression.

"Just...get out...." Mrs. Robelard said weakly, rubbing her temples. Oh, she could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

Vegita got up off his chair and calmly walked out the door, giving the teacher a last look. He sweatdropped as the door was practically slammed in his face.

"Good education system they have here. I can just feel my brain expanding..." Vegita mumbled.

"Now..." he said, giving the hallway a double glance, "What is a Principle, and where am I supposed to find one?"

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AN: Ugh...damn....I think I just got a case of writers block. x_x Damn it all.

~[Onto Chapter Six!]~

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