It had been a month since I started at OSHS and my friends and I where listening to our English teacher drone on and on about Mr. Satan.

"Ugh, can this get any worse," as soon as I thought that there was a knock at the door and Mr. McPhail went and answered the door.

There was mumbling and then a group of people I knew all to well walked into the class room.

The first was Bulma; the CEO of Capsule corp. the next was her husband Vegeta and then their son Trunks. Vegeta had his usual scowl and Trunks just looked bored. The next lot of people I wasn't expecting, the first was my mother, Chi-Chi, then my little brother Goten. The last person I thought I would never see again, he was my dad, Goku, he was alive, and I couldn't believe it,

"Everyone, this is Mrs. Bulma Briefs, her husband Vegeta and their son Trunks." Mr. McPhail explained.

"With them are Chi-Chi and Goku Son with their son Goten." Could this day get any better or worse, I asked to my self.

"Now everybody listen up, you all know that a senior class goes on a field trip every year, well this year Mrs. Briefs and Mrs. Son have offered to let you stay at their houses for two weeks each."

Oh man, I think it just got worse "Hey Gohan, your looking kind of pale, you know those people?" whispered Sharpner.

All I could do is nod as my answerer. " Wow, so who do you know?" asked Erasa. "All of them,"

I answered; at that Sharpner shouted at the top of his lungs "WHAT!"

Everyone looked at him and just stared. When dad heard that he looked to where Sharpner was and then looked at the rest of us, then he saw me and smiled then called up to me

"HEY GOHAN!" I just smiled at him and replied back with, "Hi dad,"

When I said that everyone looked at me like I had two heads and at that moment that I said that Videl walked in the door and had the most priceless look on her face.

"Mr. Son, This man here is your father?"

I nodded, then I got up and walked down to him and hugged him, "it's good to see you again dad," I whispered into his ear.

"It's good to see you again to son," the teacher just looked at us then went back to addressing the class.

"Ok class, you've all seen a parent and their kids hug. Now as I was saying, you will be staying at each of their houses for two weeks, after those four weeks you will be trained for the WMAT by this young lady here."

When the teacher said that, a girl about four years younger then me walked into the room.

It was Kayla. I hadn't seen her since Mirai had defeated Frieza. I looked at her in shock. She looked like she had barely age a yer.

"WHAT!" yelled one of the student's "WHERE GOING TO BE TRAINED BY A LITTLE KID? WE SHOULD BE TRAINED BY THE CHAMP!"

All Kayla did was smirk and started to laugh a little at his outburst. Then she spoke.

"I think you will get better with me then you would with that pompous buffoon." she said it with no emotion in her voice.

That's when I saw Videl. She looked mad "MY FATHER ISN'T A POMPOUS BAFFOON!" she yelled "HE DEFEATED CELL!"

This only made Kayla laugh more. "Oh, so I take it he hasn't said anything. Not even to his own daughter. Well this will be fun to pop his bubble when I visit him sometime."

Kayla smirked evilly. "Have you been hanging around Vegeta lately Kayla?" I asked.

She shook her head no and continued. "As you just heard my name is Kayla. I was the girl at the cell games if you remember correctly. But you probably don't recognize me considering I had blonde hair then." She said.

"Yer she probably got her hair dyed." With that remark from one of the guys she powered up and into a Super Saiyan. "Don't push me you moronic idiot!" She yelled.

"I could snap your neck in two and you wouldn't even feel it, it would be so fast. Oh and by the way, it wasn't Mr. Satan that defeated cell. It was the delivery boy."

And with that final word she walked out of the room. "She said it, not me." Vegeta mumbled under his breath.

Just then the bell rang. "Ok class, come and get your permission slips, an you can go home. The field trip starts on Sunday, so we will have a full day to get to Capsule Corp. the work there will count for 50% of your grade, so don't think you can slack off!" the teacher yelled to the class. When everyone had gotten his or her slips and left, we walked out into the hallway and went back to Capsule Corp. for dinner.