The Nemekian's Family

2

STORME'S POV-

The rest of the day was a bit of a struggle. Senior year is not going to be easy, but at least it beats Junior year already. When I got home I told my parents my science teacher wanted them at open house. Dad said he could come but I'd have to convince Mr. Popo to let him.

Oh boy.

"Hey Mr. Popo," I asked as I walked into the kitchen to see him making tea.

"Yes Storme? What is it?" He smiled like usual.

"My teacher told me I had to bring my parents tonight and I know how you feel about letting Dad leave the lookout unless it's of emergency importance. I was wondering if maybe-"

"You want him to come."

"Yes. I'm sorry to ask but-"

"It's fine. Your mother went through a similar situation with your grandfather when she was in high school."

"Really?"

"Yes. Samantha was bullying her and the two had to bring their parents to the principals office after the talent show. She was so nervous to ask him to come that she was shaking."

"I was not!" My mother shouted before running in.

"How did you hear him," I asked.

"When you live with Nemekians, you learn a few things. I was not shaking Popo!"

"Yes you were," Grandpa said as he entered.

"Hi Grandpa!" He smiled and lifted me onto his shoulder. I smiled back and thanked Kami for high ceilings. I may be short, but Grandpa is a freaking giant.

"Well come tonight Storme. Just let me and your father get ready," Mom said before leaving. This is gonna be an interesting night.

TIME SKIP BY: GRANDPA PICCOLO

We were at the school and we ran into Turrip, Drawar, and their families on the way. I noticed a few people staring at Dad while we walked through the halls.

Since this meeting didn't really include Bass and Olve, they sat outside and played heads up on Bass's phone.

Once we walked in, I saw the teacher turn around. He saw all of our parents and he turned pale.

"Sir, You aren't gonna pass out again are you," Drawar asked as he noticed the color change in his face.

"No. But-"

"Nice to see you again Mr. Graham," Uncle Trunks said as he shook the man's hand.

"I didn't know you were still teaching," Mom smiled.

"It's a surprise if I ever saw one," Goten said with a laugh.

"I new it," Mr. Graham said with fear in his voice. Then he took notice of my dad and passed out again.

"This again," Turrip sighed. "Old fool needs to stop giving me the chance."

She pulled out a sharpie but Bulla snatched it away from her. Turrip sighed as Mr. Graham woke up.

"You taught our parents I assume," Drawar asked.

"Yes. Violin was the one who made me need that metal table over there," he said with a slight glare.

"You're VG," I asked as I stopped tracing the same carving from this morning.

"Yeah. I did that my last day of school," Mom admitted with a laugh.

"Destruction of property is not a laughing matter Miss Green," Mr. Graham said with a frown.

"Actually it's Mrs. Thank you." Mom smiled and stuck out her tongue at the teacher.

"I see your attitude hasn't changed. Unlike Mr. Briefs and Mr. Son."

"Actually we still act like huge kids too," Goten said with a smile.

"True," Drawar, Turrip, and I agreed.

"Well then. I would like to talk about my plans this year."

"No need. We came to open houses before and you taught us so we know what to expect," Mom laughed. Dad smiled at her before the teacher sighed.

"Still. I would like to discuss how I'm plan to challenge my students. Even Miss Green, Mister Briefs, and Mister Son here-"

"I'm a girl," Turrip sighed as she raised her hand.

"I-I'm so sorry," Mr. Graham apologized quickly. "I was confused with the short hair and male clothing."

"The short hair is because long hair gets in the way and I find these clothes extra comfortable," she said with a straight face. I smiled at her and pulled up her hood. She turned to me and nodded while it covered her eyes.

"Well then I suppose I've wasted enough time and you should start heading to the other teachers."

"Do you teach Bass as well," Dad asked. Mr. Graham jumped at his deep voice but just shook his head no.

"No. He isn't in the advanced classes. Those are the only ones I teach these days."

"I'm smarter," I smiled at my parents.

"You're a suck up too," Mom said as she tousled my hair.

We all said goodbyes to Mr. Graham before going outside and going out separate ways to the other classes.

So my science teacher taught my mother who is the reason there is only one metal table.

Cool.