Driving School Mayhem

West City Driving School was one of the most famous driving schools in the world. Its sprawling grounds, state-of-the-art equipment, and vast fleet of training cars were all world-class.

Of course, the tuition wasn't cheap, either. Only the well-off could afford to study there.

Naturally, Vegeta, Son Goku, and Piccolo weren't concerned about the cost.

Vegeta lived off his wife. Chi-Chi had money, and he spent it without the slightest guilt.

Son Goku didn't care about money at all. Piccolo had given the family plenty back then, and it seemed like they'd never run out.

After all, Dodoria had once built three highways around the planet all by himself. The wages for that job must have been astronomical.

Let's take a moment to mourn Dodoria.

Once they'd finished signing up, the lessons began.

As for the written test, the school charged so much that the three of them didn't even need to take it.

Vegeta's instructor was a muscular man, Son Goku's was a doddering old man, and Piccolo's was a woman who looked rather demure.

The instructors explained the clutch, brake, accelerator, gears, and everything else, then demonstrated them for the three students.

The muscleman's movements were the gentlest, the old man's were the most practiced, and the female instructor's were the most exuberant.

Soon, it was time for the three of them to take the wheel.

As the Saiyan prince, Vegeta had often dealt with advanced technology under Frieza. A flying car was child's play.

Piccolo was exceptionally intelligent, so he picked it up with ease, too.

Son Goku was another matter. With his mind completely occupied by the urge to fight, he mistook the accelerator for the brake right off the bat. The car roared forward and slammed into a blast wall, wrecking the first training car in less than five seconds.

Fortunately, Son Goku was responsible enough to pull the old man out immediately, preventing the tragedy of him losing his life in the crash.

In the first round, Vegeta and Piccolo utterly defeated Son Goku.

Once all three had gotten familiar with the controls, they took to the road.

Vegeta was the first to shoot skyward. His muscleman instructor was so delighted he practically swooned, his voice turning coy.

Vegeta was disgusted.

Piccolo drove steadily, only for the female instructor to mock him. He was so muscular and imposing, yet apparently as cowardly as a man with green skin and green bile!

Piccolo was furious.

Under the old man's patient guidance, Son Goku once again mistook the accelerator for the brake. In an instant, he surged ahead and trounced everyone.

Vegeta was already fed up with his instructor and on the verge of snapping when Son Goku shot past him. His rage instantly flared.

"Kakarot!! Even when we're driving, you have to compete with me? Fine, I'll give you what you want!"

Then Vegeta stomped down hard!

Crack!

His foot punched right through the floor of the car, and the accelerator disappeared into the interior!

The car stalled!

Piccolo had been mocked to the limit, too. Seeing Vegeta's car stall while Son Goku sped ahead, he let his pride as a man take over and floored the accelerator.

After a brief pause, Piccolo's car shot forward like a cannonball, instantly catching up with Son Goku.

Behind them, Vegeta tossed aside the wrecked car, then stopped a training car speeding past with one hand. He yanked out the student behind the wheel and climbed in himself.

The muscleman, who was quite the fussy queen, was responsible enough to climb into the car as well!

Whoosh~

Vegeta kicked his high-speed driving into gear, too.

The sight made the muscleman tremble uncontrollably. He shouted, "Mr. Vegeta, you're amazing! Let's have some fun on a yacht tonight!!"

Vroom!

Vegeta nearly exploded on the spot, activating Shift along with the car!

The muscleman's face turned green with terror. What the hell, was this magic?

The enormous driving school was now left with only three cars tearing around the grounds—Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo's.

They were going 580 miles per hour. Their engines could be heard beyond the school grounds, mixed with a woman's excited shrieks, the muscleman's terrified screams, and the old man's anguished wails.

Then the driving school's loudspeaker blared: "Attention, everyone! Three students with rage disorders are racing around the grounds. For your safety, please leave the roadway immediately and, ideally, take shelter in a sturdy building! We are urgently contacting the traffic department for assistance! We are urgently contacting the psychiatric hospital for support!"

"Attention, everyone~~~"

"Attention, everyone~~~"

Three times for emphasis~~!

As for Son Goku and the others, they ignored the announcements completely and kept racing as they pleased.

Son Goku led, Piccolo followed, and Vegeta brought up the rear!

But Vegeta had a cheat code. He shifted straight into first place, and Son Goku's eyes blazed as he used a Kamehameha to accelerate, taking the lead again.

Piccolo refused to be outdone. He drove with one hand while gripping Vegeta's car tightly with the other. Whenever Vegeta shifted, Piccolo stayed right on his heels. At the same time, he kept firing energy blasts from his mouth, moving so fast he became a blur.

For a while, the three of them fought for the lead. Even the help the driving school had called in could only run for cover.

The cars ran out of gas!

So what?

They didn't need gasoline anymore. Energy blasts worked much better.

Vegeta kept shifting, Piccolo kept firing energy blasts from his mouth, and Son Goku's Kamehameha never stopped. He hadn't even bothered to keep his hands on the steering wheel for ages.

Earlier, the old man had excitedly told him to cut the steering wheel, and Son Goku had done as he was told. Now he'd completely let loose.

At this point, the muscleman fainted. Before passing out, the old man downed an entire bottle of Quick-Acting Heart Pills—truly the whole bottle, bottle and all.

The only one who didn't faint was the female instructor. She stroked Piccolo's lengthening arm and became completely entranced.

Before long, Vegeta, Son Goku, and Piccolo stopped circling the driving school and headed out into the wilderness. Chaos followed in their wake, but fortunately, all three instinctively avoided hitting people and buildings, so they didn't cause much damage.

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

At last, the lovestruck instructor said what she'd been holding back for so long. Piccolo instantly lost his composure.

He glared, and she joined the other two instructors in fainting.

With no one to bother him, Piccolo felt wonderfully free, and his speed surged once more.

A flash of golden light appeared, followed by another. Piccolo saw them and shouted, "You two can't play fair, can you? For once, don't you dare transform!!"

Would Vegeta listen to him?

Would Son Goku admit defeat?

Vegeta and Son Goku sped up again. Fortunately, Piccolo held tight to Vegeta's car, keeping himself firmly in last place.

At Mount Paozu, Son Gohan was doing his homework when he saw three cars fly overhead, two in front and one behind. He cried out in surprise.

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

Chi-Chi had seen them, too. She stared in disbelief.

"Gohan, your dad is already this good at driving on his first day? That's my man!"

Gohan looked at the disappearing cars, then at the Kamehameha that was still fading from view.

"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, his body a mix of pale white and purple. Who else could it be but Frieza?

The moment he appeared, three cars came hurtling straight toward him!

"Holy crap!! A big truck was what sent me here in the first place. Are you three trying to send me back?!"

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

"Special report: A three-car collision has occurred southwest of Mount Paozu. The suspects are believed to be the three students with rage disorders who were at West City today. Fortunately, the instructors in the cars have been safely transported to West City Central Hospital!"

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

"West City Police have issued a wanted notice. Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo are now fugitives with mental disorders. If you encounter these three, do not approach them. Call the hotline immediately! Hotline 748 is standing by!"

When Frieza heard the news, he laughed so hard his stomach hurt!

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