After they got there Vegeta and Raditz got a dorm room together. Of course it was the most ugly, smelly, messy room in the entire dorm. The closet door had to be covered in masking tape to prevent people from getting locked in (and trust me, it took a lot of tape).
As Vegeta went to turn on the light the entire light fixture came crashing down onto his head. Raditz and Mr. Popo scrambled for the door, not wanting to get injured. "And just where do you think you're going???" asked Vegeta. "RADITZ GIVE ME THE HAIR GEL NOW AND NO ONE GETS HURT!!!" Raditz looked stunned. "Um, I thought you brought it." He ducked under a desk to protect himself. "WHAT????" Vegeta was ready to kill.
Suddenly Kakarot appeared at the door. "Hey Vegeta, looks like you might need some of this" He handed over a brand new bottle of hair gel. "ChiChi packed me plenty of extra bottles" he explained. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU KAKA-" Then it occurred to Vegeta. He had been offered free hair gel at a time of need. All of a sudden Kakarot was his best friend. "Thands so much Kakarot. Your kindness is greatly appreciated" Kakarot, Raditz, and Popo nearly fainted on the spot.
"Whatever," said Kakarot. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat!" So Vegeta, Raditz, Popo, and Kakarot all happily went to breakfast. When they got there they filled their plates with food and found a table. Vegeta took a bite of his extremely un-crisp bacon and began running for the bathroom. Radtiz poked at his un-scrambled-not-so-eggy-eggs. Kakarot looked down at his sausage that was purple. "Eeeew," he said and poked at it with a fok. Stuff started oozing out of it. They all agreed it was safer to wait till lunch to eat.
Then it was time for their morning classes. While Kakarot headed off to 'creative writing' Vegeta, Raditz, and Popo headed for their first class, painting. "Welcime to painting" said the teacher. "The first thing we will be painting today is a lovely still life portrait of these Tide and Clorox bottles." "WHAT?" Vegeta fumed. "No one would pay two cents for a painting of a Clorox bottle!" And with that he blew up the table.
"Okay," said the shocked teacher. "So much for those paintings!" She sounded extremely disappointed. "I guess instead you'll just have to do self portraits" "Ah," said Raditz. "My strong point" The teacher passed out tiny sheets of paper. "What?" Raditz was shocked. "My hair would never fit on that tiny sheet!" With that he grabbed five more sheets of paper and taped them all together. "There, that should be enough." He felt very proud of himself. Meanwhile Vegeta was working dilligently to perfect his smirk (if you have ever spent long hours trying to perfect Vegeta's smirk on a drawing, you are not alone).
Finally Raditz finished his beautiful masterpiece. "There," he said proudly. "Now all I have to do is dry it." So he began waving his painting up and down to try and dry it. The force of the huge painting caused Vegeta's masterpiece to fall onto the floor. He started to laugh but then he noticed that his smirk was smeared. He yelled mournfully, "MY PIECE OF PAPER!" But then as he was getting up to go get his masterpiece he accidentally bumped the table and it started to roll away! "COME BACK TABLE!!!" Vegeta yelled but it was no use. The table was headed straight for Mr. Popo! Vegeta and Radtiz covered their eyes fearing the worst.
When they opened them, there was a large Popo-shaped dent in the wall. "You nincompoop! What'd ya do that for?" yelled Radtiz. "Mr Popo did not do anything" he replied. "Yes you did!" yelled Vegeta. Then they saw the teacher coming at them with a stick. "Oh crap!" yelled Raditz. "RUN!! And remember - we didn't do anything." So the three of them ran as fast as they could back to Raditz and Vegeta's dormroom.
Meanwhile in creative writing Kakarot was having the time of his life. In the first part of class the teacher just said the rules but in the second part they got to decorate name tags! He put his name in his very best handwriting and drew all his favorite foods around it. But who really cares what happened to HIM!
Anyway Vegeta and friends made it back to their dorm safely. But there was still a half hour of class left and they were basically skipping. "I know," said Vegeta. "Let's have a before-lunch snack! I'm sure Kakarot has some good candy that we can steal!" So thay snuck into Kakarot's dorm and got some Jolly Ranchers. "This is great" said Raditz.
Than all of a sudden Mr Popo started coughing and grabbing his throat. Vegeta and Raditz kept talking. "Help me I'm choking!" he screamed. "Nice joke Popo." said Raditz. "THIS ISN'T A JOKE! I AM CHOKING! MR POPO DOESN'T LIE!" yelled Popo. "Oh no," said Vegeta. "For some reason I believe him." "THAT'S BECAUSE MR POPO DOES NOT LIE!" And with that Popo coughed one big cough and little pieces of candy came flying out of his mouth. "Eeeeeew!" said Vegeta. "I guess Mr Popo DOESN'T lie!" And with that the three troublemakers went to lunch.
They quickly grabbed a table and while Mr Popo guarded it with his life Raditz and Vegeta went to get food. They scanned the careteria for something edible and finally settled on pizza and a salad. Lunch was much tastier than breakfast and, satisfied, the group went to pottery, their afternoon class.
When they got there they grabbed seats next to each other and waited for the instructer. Finally she arrived. "Welcome to pottery" she said cheerfully. "Today we will be cleaning rolling pins!" "What?" yelled Vegeta, Raditz, and Popo in unison. "No way!" Enraged, Vegeta blew up the table with the rolling pins. "I am a prince, not a dirt clod. I didn't pay to come here and clean rolling pins!" With that Vegeta stormed out of the room. Raditz and Popo followed.
At the end of class their counselor (the leader of their group) met with them. "I heard about the unacceptable behavior you three displayed in painting and pottery." "So?" replied Raditz. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" "Well, after the group activity you three have to write letters to your instructers apologizing for what you did. Understood?" There was silence. "Good, it's settled!" and the councelor walked out of the room. "Well?" asked Popo. "What are you gonna do?" "I'm not writing those stupid papers!" said Raditz. "I agree" said Vegeta. "The dance is tonight and I'm not gonna miss it! There might be some hott chicks there. For that purpose I brought some spandex and I'm GONNA use it!"
With that said, the three warriors went with their colony (group of campers) to the 'group activity.' The group activity turned out to be a volleyball game against another colony. Popo was very happy. "Mr Popo likes volleyball!" he said happily. "When I was in high school-" "In ten thousand BC" Vegeta interrupted. He and Radtiz began to laugh. "WHY YOU-" began Popo. But Mr Popo doesn't yell. Instead he calmly served the ball over the net. "Who's laughing now?" he said.
"Hey!" yelled Vegeta. "That's my line!" Their counselor broke up the (puny) arguement. "Now now, we don't want to fight, do we?" she said sternly. "After all, you are grown men!" It was then that Vegeta, Radtiz, and Popo noticed that all their fellow campers were 11 and 12 year olds. "Now let's set a good example and let Raditz have a turn serving. No more volleyball for you two!" Vegeta and Popo slowly walked to the sideline.
So the golden boy Radtiz began serving. Serve after serve landed over the net. The other team was so pitiful that any serve that landed in fair territory was a point because no one could hit it back over the net. Finally, 14 points later, one of Radtiz's serves went foul. "Oh crap!" he muttered. He knew his team would have to fo through the whole rotation before he would get another chance to serve. It didn't take long. When Raditz got up again neither team had scored any more points and it was still 14-0. He easily scored seven more points, leading his team to victory, 21-0. He was instantly a hero. A happy camper, Radtiz walked proudly back to the dorm to meet the others.
They ate a quick dinner of nothing other than pizza and salads and prepared for the dance. But as they were going to the dance, the counselor confronted them once again. "Where are your papers?" she asked. "What papers?" the three replied in unison. "You know what I mean! Your pottery and painting instructers are expecting them. You don't want to let them down, do you?" The warroirs kept walking to the dance. The councelor grabbed them by their collars. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "If you think I'm letting you go to the dance you're crazy! You're awful behavior and loud-mouth acts have not gone un-noticed. Instead you will be making handwritten copies of the Declaration of Independence during the dance. I'm sure it will be an educational experience for all of you." "What?" yelled Vegeta.
...and then Vegeta blew up the world
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please excuse my spelling of counselor - i have no clue how to spell it so just get over it...