Driving School Storm

West City Driving School is a world-renowned institution; its vast grounds, comprehensive facilities, and sheer number of training vehicles are all top-tier globally.

Naturally, their tuition fees are not low, and those who can afford to study here are all from wealthy families.

Of course, Vegeta, Son Goku, and Piccolo could not care less about that.

Vegeta is a kept man; his wife is wealthy, so he spends her money as a matter of course without the slightest psychological burden.

Son Goku does not care about money at all; besides, Piccolo gave his family a large sum of money back in the day, and it seems like it's impossible to spend it all?

Back then, Dodoria single-handedly paved three highways around the Earth, and the wages for that job were astronomical.

Let us spare three seconds of sympathy for Dodoria.

Registration complete, the formal learning phase begins.

As for the written test, given how high the driving school's fees are, the three of them did not need to participate at all.

Vegeta's instructor is a muscle-bound man, Son Goku's instructor is a decrepit old man, and Piccolo's instructor is a woman who looks quite demure.

The instructors explained the clutch, brake, accelerator, gear shifting, and so on, and even gave all three of them a demonstration.

Among them, the muscle-bound man's movements were the gentlest, the old man's were the most practiced, and the female instructor's were the most unrestrained.

Soon, it was time for the three of them to test-drive.

As the Prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta had frequent contact with high technology while under Frieza's command; a flying car is nothing but child's play.

Piccolo possesses superior intelligence, so he took to it with ease.

Son Goku was different; his mind was entirely occupied by combat instincts. From the start, he mistook the accelerator for the brake and slammed into a blast-proof wall, destroying his first training car in less than five seconds.

Fortunately, Son Goku was quite responsible and pulled the old man out immediately, sparing him the tragedy of departing this world in a car accident.

In the first round, Vegeta and Piccolo completely outperformed Son Goku.

Once all three were familiar with the various controls of the car, they began to hit the road.

Vegeta took off like a rocket without a second thought, leaving the muscle-bound man absolutely thrilled; he was practically fluttering with excitement, his voice turning high-pitched and coquettish.

Vegeta was disgusted to his core!

Piccolo drove quite steadily, yet he was mocked by the female instructor for wasting his muscular physique; she called him a coward with skin the color of bile despite his hulking frame!

Piccolo was furious!

Under the old man's careful guidance, Son Goku finally mistook the accelerator for the brake again, instantly overtaking the pack and crushing the competition.

Vegeta was already feeling nauseated, and just as he was about to lose his temper, Son Goku zipped past him, causing his rage to skyrocket!

"Kakarot!! You want to compete with me even in driving?! I'll grant your wish!"

Then, Vegeta slammed his foot down with all his might!

Pop!

Vegeta punched a hole straight through the floor of the car, and the accelerator vanished into the interior!

The car stalled!!

Piccolo had also been pushed to his limit by the mockery. Seeing Vegeta stall and Son Goku speeding ahead, he unleashed his machismo and floored the accelerator.

After a brief hesitation, Piccolo's car shot forward like a cannonball, catching up to Son Goku in an instant.

Behind them, Vegeta tossed the wrecked car aside, intercepted a speeding training vehicle with one hand, yanked the student out of the driver's seat, and climbed in himself.

The effeminate muscle-bound man was quite responsible, actually hopping into that car as well!

Whoosh~

Vegeta also entered racing mode.

This scene made the muscle-bound man tremble uncontrollably as he shrieked, "Mr. Vegeta, you're amazing! Let's go have some fun on a yacht tonight!!"

Hum!

Vegeta nearly exploded on the spot, activating Shift mode while still in the car!

The muscle-bound man was so terrified his face turned green; was this guy playing with magic?

The massive driving school was now left with only three cars racing wildly—those of Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo.

The speed reached 580 mph, and the roar of the engines could be heard outside the training grounds, mixed with the excited shrieks of the woman, the terrified screams of the muscle-bound man, and the shrill wailing of the old man.

Then, the school's loudspeaker blared: "Attention everyone, three students with manic tendencies are racing on the track. For your personal safety, please vacate the lanes as soon as possible, preferably by hiding in a sturdy building! We are urgently contacting the traffic department for assistance! We are urgently contacting the psychiatric hospital for help!"

"Attention everyone~~~"

"Attention everyone~~~"

Important things must be said three times~~!

As for Son Goku and the others, they ignored the broadcast entirely and continued racing as they pleased.

Son Goku led the pack, followed by Piccolo, with Vegeta trailing behind!

However, Vegeta cheated and Shifted into first place. Son Goku's eyes blazed with fire, and with a Kamehameha-boosted acceleration, he reclaimed the lead.

Piccolo was not to be outdone; while driving with one hand, he grabbed onto Vegeta's car with the other. As long as Vegeta tried to Shift, he would hold on tight, all while firing energy blasts from his mouth, his speed so great that he was nothing but a blur.

For a moment, the three of them vied for the lead, leaving even the helpers summoned by the driving school scurrying for cover.

The cars were out of gas!

Was that even an issue?

They had no need for such things as gasoline anymore; energy blasts were far more useful than that.

Vegeta kept using Shift, Piccolo continuously fired energy blasts from his mouth, and Son Goku's Kamehameha never ceased; in any case, Son Goku had long since stopped using his hands to hold the steering wheel.

Just a moment ago, the old man had excitedly told him to cut the wheel, and Son Goku had complied; he had now completely let himself go.

With that, the muscular man fainted on the spot, while the old man swallowed an entire bottle of Quick-Acting Heart Pill before passing out—a literal entire bottle, the kind where he swallowed the container too.

The only one who didn't faint was the female instructor; she touched Piccolo's elongated arm and became completely infatuated.

Soon, Vegeta and the others stopped circling the driving school and began heading toward the wilderness, causing chaos all along the way; fortunately, all three subconsciously avoided attacking crowds or buildings, so no major destruction was caused.

"Mr. Piccolo, can your Qingtian also grow and shrink as freely as your hand?"

Finally, the infatuated female instructor blurted out the words she had been holding back for so long, instantly shattering Piccolo's composure.

After a glare from his eyes, the female instructor followed in the footsteps of the other two instructors and fainted.

Without any hindrances, Piccolo felt completely refreshed, and his speed soared once again.

A golden light appeared, followed immediately by another, prompting Piccolo to curse, "Are you two even playing fair? If you have any guts, don't transform, damn it!!"

Would Vegeta pay him any mind?

Could Son Goku admit defeat?

Vegeta and Son Goku's speeds increased again, but fortunately, Piccolo held onto Vegeta's car tightly, managing to hang on at the back.

At Mount Paozu, Gohan was doing his homework when he saw three cars flying overhead, one after another, and immediately exclaimed.

"Mom! Mom! I saw Dad and Uncle Piccolo, and the one in front is Uncle Vegeta!"

Chi-Chi saw them too, her face full of disbelief.

"Gohan, your father's driving skills are already this amazing on the first day; he is truly the man of me, Chi-Chi!"

Gohan looked blankly at the disappearing cars, then at the energy blasts that hadn't yet faded.

"Mom, don't you think Dad and the others are using energy blasts to drive?"

Chi-Chi instantly turned to stone!

Whoosh!

A figure appeared in front of Vegeta, sporting a mix of pale white and purple, and who could it be but Frieza?

The moment he appeared, he saw three cars barreling toward him!

"What the hell!! I was sent here after being hit by a big truck; are you three trying to send me back!!"

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

"Special report: A three-car pileup has occurred southwest of Mount Paozu. The perpetrators are suspected to be the three manic student drivers from West City today. Fortunately, the instructors in the cars have been safely transported to the West City Central Hospital!"

"Driving schools must pay attention to the physical condition of their students to prevent such heinous incidents from happening again!"

"West City police have officially issued a wanted notice. Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo have been identified as fugitives with mental health issues. If you encounter these three, do not approach them and call the hotline immediately! The 748 hotline is on standby at all times!"

Upon hearing this news, Frieza laughed until his stomach hurt!