"Hmm...I think I shall go wander around this 'skool'....as they call it. Who knows? Maybe there's something decent in here after all?"

With that said, he looked at his moldy surroundings. 'Was' there anything decent here? Probably not, but it never hurt to have a look. Well, ok, sometimes it did, but Vegita, even at such a young age, prided himself on his strength and figured that he could protect himself from any monstrosity standing in his way.

Anyhoo....

Some loud yelling from yonder direction caught his attention. Blinking, he slowly walked to the closed wooden door and peeked in through a small window. What he saw was a huge room with mats and balls of all size and shape. Looking up, he saw the words 'Gymnasium' engraved in black fading letters.

He wasn't sure what a Gymnasium was, but it looked somewhat like a sparring room. To add to his puzzlement, the stupid humans inside were running around and hitting small balls with...sticks.

"Gods, how primitive can you get?" Chibi-Vegita muttered, rolling his eyes at the strange behavior. Sighing, he opened the squeaky door and slipped through unnoticed.

Not completely unnoticed, because one of the two couches spotted him and jogged over to his direction.

"You there! Why aren't you in class?" the man with the British accent asked, towering over our short Ouji. The said Prince snorted in a very un-royal manner.

"If you must know, that sorry excuse of a sensei kicked me out. Again."

The couch raised his eyebrows and studied Vegita intently.

"Right, well then, you can't very well just walk around school like this, so why not join our game of Softball?" It wasn't really a question, more like an order, and Chibi-Ouji was having a very hard time not pummeling the British man to the ground. Very, very hard time. Impossible, some might say.

"I don't 'know' how to play this softball that you speak off." he said through tightly shut teeth. That didn't faze the man, however, who just started laughing in a high-pitched, chipmunk kind of way.

"There's always a first time for everything, as my dear mum used to so say, so grab a bat and someone will eventually fill you in. Go on now, scoot. Oh, and my name is Mr. Landalfi." The now named teacher said, pushing Vegita in line with some 2nd graders.

One of them looked at Vegita and laughed.

"So now they have little kindergartners playing with us, huh? Don't worry kid, I'll try not to embarrass you...'too' much!" here, he laughed again, this time with some of his friends joining in too.

Vegita grinned. It wasn't a happy type of grin...no, this was one of those I'm-going-to-kill-you-in-a-second type of grin.

'His time will come.' the Prince thought evilly, many bloody images flashing through his mind. Suddenly, Mr. Landalfi walked to the middle of the Gym and whistled on his...whistle.

"All right kids, lets start a new game. Score is 0/0! " he then went back to the sidelines and blew his whistle again.

Chibi-Vegita watched as one of the children stood at a white square on the ground and raised his piece of wood. Another kid opposite of him threw a small ball at the bat-wielding one who swung the stick. The ball lightly bounced off of it and rolled a few feet away. Next, the dude with the bat, who is now dubbed Elvis, ran as quickly as his short, stubby legs would let him to the next white square while other members tried to grab the ball and hit Elvis with it.

The Ouji blinked. This was...strange...Oh well, at least he knew what to do now.

After a while, it was his turn at the bat. His eyes focused on the kid that laughed at him before who was standing on third base.

"Revenge time." he whispered.

The ball was then thrown at him, and not wasting any time, he swung the bat in one powerful motion. The ball impacted with the stick in a loud 'bang' and flew straight at the kid who made fun of him. It hit him right on the nose and soon, blood splattered the lower part of his face, dripping to the ground.

As the couches ran to the wounded child, Vegita calmly jogged around all the bases and then out the door.

He then continued to walk around the building with a bored look on his face. He wondered when he would be allowed to go home. Not that he couldn't leave now...it's just that...he...didn't feel like it. Yea. That’s it. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

He stopped suddenly as he saw Ms. Robelard looking for him. Too late to turn back. She spotted him and stalked over, a frown etched on her ugly bloated face.

"Why are you out here?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

"...Baka. You told me to get out, remember?" he said with a roll of his onyx eyes.

Her eye twitched. It seemed to be doing that allot since this brat showed up at 'her' school. No matter. She would brake his spirit eventually and make him a mindless drone like the rest of her students.

"I don't care what I said! Get your ass to class, now!" she screeched. He sighed and fallowed the huge whale-like demon to that stupid room of pain and other annoying things.

Every ones eyes were on Vegita as he entered, some starring at him in awe, and the others fear or dislike. He shrugged them off and sat in his desk. Again. Bah, this was so boring!

He greatly enjoyed his small moment of freedom, and made it his mission to have more of them as soon as possible.

He would have to get back to this later, for the Robelard man--err--woman, just slammed a book on his desk and told him to read the first page out loud.

Yes...Raditsu would pay....

~[Go to Chapter 9!]~