So and on ...




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The next morning Vegeta was awakened in a rather brutal way.


"STAND UP, DAD !!! WE HAVE TO SHOUUUUULE !!!"


"Annoyed Vegeta covered his ears and climbed out of bed. He changed his clothes, complaining, and went into the kitchen for something to eat. He knew that it made no sense to argue anyway.


He flew sullenly alongside Trunks. Bulma had already phoned the headmistress and said that Trunks * cousin * (is that how you write it?) Would come to school with you.


Trunks greeted Goten cheerfully. "Hi Goten. I brought Dad with me. Mama said he should come with me." Goten grinned. Vegeta was still playing the dying swan. * I'm beginning to understand Trunks. It's always a pig feeling to be treated like that * The doorbell rang and Trunks pulled his father into the class and sat him on a seat next to him. Then the teacher came. She greeted the class and then went to Vegeta."Well, my little one? You are here for the first time today? You will like it here. Trunks and Goten suppressed a giggle. Vegeta glared at the teacher." Are you crazy? Please don't call me * kid * and it's shit here. "The teacher looked at Vegeta in shock. Trunks and Goten's domination were over. They laughed out loud." Well, well. But that's not how you talk to adults. "reprimanded the teacher." I shout how I want to talk. You have nothing to say to me, old woman! "The class rolled on the floor. The teacher turned around indignantly." Since this is your first day today, I am not making an entry. But think about whether your tone was right. "Vegeta looked offended. Then the lesson started. The teacher didn't ask Vegeta any more, because she was pretty frightened. The class had music for the next lesson. The teacher entered the room and greeted the class cheerfully. Then nodded he went to Vegeta and switched on a CD. "Write down everything you can think of about this music."he said happily. Everyone started scribbling. But Vegeta called:" Can someone make this shit? How should you concentrate there? "Vegeta hit his head with his hand but said nothing. The music teacher looked up in surprise." I beg your pardon? Did you say something boy "" I'm not a boy anymore. I am already grown up. "The teacher shook his head. * What kind of one is that? Doesn't he have any education?" Vegeta pouted and shut up.


It went like this almost every hour now. Vegeta complained about everything and everyone. At last it rang and he and Trunks flew home. "And you have to do this monkey circus every day ??" asked Vegeta, horrified. Trunks nodded. * You shame. I wouldn't survive that. * Slowly he began to understand his son better.




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That’s it again. It was short again, but I'm still writing a few chapters. Makes me suggestions what should happen. See you.




Your Vegetachans fan (Svenja)