Vegeta blinked.

"Why wouldn't you call it food? Is it not edible?" he asked.

"Well, depends on your definition of 'edible' ....Just common Vegeta-kun! You'll see why..."

Somehow, the tone of voice she used wasn't as comforting as one would have thought. Slowly, they made their way through the larvae hatching building and into a large room, filled with the buzz of the wings of many a fly.

"Ugh...Smells worst than Shinii-baka’s cooking..." he muttered, trying with all his might not to breath through his nose.

"Huh?" asked Bulma.

"Nothing ..." he answered. Vegeta swore that whenever that girl looked at him, her eyes got all big and sparkly...And that freaked him out on so many levels..

The duo walked to the metal table thingy behind which sat a grumpy looking old woman in a hair net. She glared at the two through blood-shot eyes and sneezed all over some poor child's burger.

"What do ye' all want?" she croaked out, spitting buckets full of phlegm everywhere when ever she spoke.

"Who's that ugly Hag?" Veggi asked, poking Bulma in the arm.

"That...would be the Lunch Lady...Mrs. Tucan..." she whispered. As they got closer, the Tucan woman fixed her small beady eyes on them and grinned, showing her rotting brown teeth. Once more, Vegeta had to suppress the gag reflex.

"Could I interest you in our daily special?" Mrs.Tucan asked. Bulma gulped.

"Uh, what’s the special?"

"Leach Pot Pie."

Boy, that gag reflex just didn't want to shut itself off today, did it? The two quickly ran out of the cafeteria and smack into Ms. Robelard. A sadistic, even homicidal, some may say, grin found its way to her face.

"Ahhh ...I've been looking for you two. You have a test to do. I suggest you get to class before I have to resort to drastic measures."

Vegeta was about to argue, but Bulma grabbed his arm and practically dragged him to the class room at lightning speeds. Once at his desk, the Ouji looked at his test and sweatdroped.

'What do flowers and Rainbows remind you off? What kind of a dumb question is that?! I shall tell you what they remind be off! Some hellish nightmare, that’s what!'

And that’s exactly what he put down. The questions just kept getting worst as he looked over the 'pink' piece of paper.

'What the hell?! Explain how school is a fun...fun...place....!?!? Ok, now this is just 'wrong'....School is not fun! It is a chamber for torture and mental pain!!! Ugh...I am going to personally make sure that Raditsu-baka suffers greatly for putting me through this!' Vegeta glanced around the room, looking at what the other weaklings were doing.

He grimaced as some kid stuck his fingers way up his nose and pulled out some kind of green...thing. Then ate it. Eventually his eyes landed on the blue haired onna. She seemed to be trying with all her might not to rip the foul paper in half and stomp on it many a time. Vegeta greatly approved. So far, she was the only one of these 'humans' that didn't drive him insane.

Sensing someone looking at her, Bulma turned around and locked eyes with our little Ouji. He off course blushed harder than in his whole short life and continued to stare at his paper. Bulma sweatdroped. Boys were...strange, in her opinion. And the pointy haired kid had proved himself to be the strangest yet.

Well, ok...he 'was' kind of cute, but nothing more. Besides, she didn't want to get 'boy germs'.

"Young lady! Just what are you staring at?! "

Bulma quickly looked down at her paper and Ms. Robelard continued to scream at her. Vegeta frowned. This was no way to treat someone he 'tolerated'. (AN: ::smirks:: Heh…he’s in denial..) Thinking as quickly as his Rainbow filled mind would allow, he devised a plan.

Seconds later, a paper ball hit Ms. Robelard square in the middle of her head.

'Why that little! Ooo...he was going pay!! NO ONE does this to Mrs. Robelard!!'

The scary teacher locked eyes with Vegeta, who just couldn't stop smirking.

"That’s it young man! I have tried to be patient, I have even tried to be kind- Damn it stop laughing! Eh hem, I have no other choice left but to...CALL YOUR PARENTS!!"

The entire class gasped. Well, except Vegeta, who just raised his eyebrow.

".......And?"

The gasping was really staring to get on his nerves.

"And?! And you say?!" Mrs. Robelard exclaimed in shock.

".......Yup."

"AND THEY ARE GOING TO PUNISH YOU SO THAT YOU NEVER SEE THE SUN AGAIN!!!"

".......Uh huh."

"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY CLASS!! I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU GO! JUST...GO!!!!"

".......Ok."

"GRRAAAAAAAHHH!!"

And so, our beloved prince left the class for the second time today. But, as he saw it, this was a very good thing. Now he could go anywhere his little heart desired.

"Hmm...I think I shall go-"

~[Go to Chapter 8!]~