Vegeta scowled as he hopped over cockroaches and....really weird looked puddles..

"Looks like 'someone' couldn't find the bathroom in time..." he muttered, wrinkling his nose in disgust. 5 minutes later he stood in front of an old looking door. 'Principle Romano' was scribbled in untidy letters on the top.

"Well...lets get this over with."

Vegita bravely puffed out his chest and marched inside. For some strange reason, the Funeral March began playing in his head. As soon as he shut the door a man in his late 40's with a big nose threw him in a flee ridden chair.

"Whet is your name, son?" the principle asked in a deep voice. Vegeta scowled again.

"You're not my father." he replied.

"That’s right. If I was your father, you would have gotten a good spanking for disobeying a grown-up." said Mr. Romano, fingering his brown hair that stuck up in odd directions.

"Noooooo.....MY father would congratulate me...Then he would let me kill the said teacher." Vegeta said, smirking as the Principle paled a few shades.

"Knock it off, you whippersnapper. Now, why were you sent down here?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged his shoulders.

"How am 'I' supposed to know what goes on in that fat Onna's puny mind?"

Mr. Romano’s eye twitched. He did NOT like this disrespectful brat. Nope, not at all! He picked up a purple phone and dialed a random number.

"What are you doing?" asked the Ouji.

"Shut up. Err....Hello! Mrs. Robelard?.........Yes, its your little snuggle bear-I mean, Mr. Romano!-"

Here, Vegeta tried not to gag.

"I have Vegeta Saiya-Jin here-......He said WHAT!? Ok, thanks my fuzzy rabbit-Uh, Mrs. Robelard..." he hung up the phone and turned on Vegita, doing an Oscar winning presentation of a mad French man.

"You....detention....parent/teacher conference....class...NOW!" he managed to wheeze out through his tightly shut teeth. Vegeta blinked and backed away from the scary looking thing...

"Uh. Ok then..." he said, and ran until he bumped into something, or rather, some ONE.

"Hi! I'm Edward! What’s 'your' name?"

Vegeta looked at the kid as if he was some unidentified species, which, by the way, he was. Edward wore a smelly old brown shirt with too many sweat stains to count and pants that looked more like a circus tent. His Barney The Purple Dinosaur underwear was plainly showing.

"I have no time for weaklings. Go away." Veggi barked, not in a really good mood after all the events that happened to him.

"Anyway, I'm the Local Bully of this here town, so you better be nice to me or else!" Edward said, showing his non-existant muscles.

"Listen Edweird, or whatever your freaking name was, you have until the count of 5 to do what I say before I beat you into a bloody pulp!" every one’s favorite Chibi snarled, startling the ugly child/thing/it before him.

"........WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! I'M TELLING MY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!"

Yet again, Vegeta blinked. What was 'with' these people?! Could they not fight? Or...remembering Tub-a-lard...at least exercise?

With that in mind, he walked away, completely ignoring the wailing kid. The only question now was-

"Where the heck do I go?"

Not only did he 'not' want to go back to that Hell Hole called a class, but he was hungry as well...

"You need any help?"

Oh god....Not another one of them! Turning around, he saw the girl from class, Bulma? Yea, that was it...

"Uh...I...Err....W-what are 'you' doing here? How did you get out of the Torture Chamber?" he asked, hoping to Kami-sama that she did not see him blush. Bulma giggled and dramatically took out a piece of paper.

"I have....THE ALMIGHTY PASS!!!!!" she screamed, holding the paper up to the light. Vegeta sweatdroped.

"Do you know where the food is?" Vegeta said, his belly making a loud rumbling noise.

"Off course! In the Cafeteria! Although, I wouldn't really call it 'food'....."

~[Onto Chapter Seven!]~