Gohan and Mirai sat inhaling their breakfast as Bulma gave them a lecture. If you want to know, Goten and Trunks were off wreaking havoc somewhere in the building, Gosen was headed toward the kitchen for food, and Vegeta was, as usual, in the GR.
"Whatever you do, don't show off your powers! And pay attention to your studies, and don't pick fights."
"We know, Mom," Mirai stated. "You told us all this last night."
"We'll be fine, Bulma." Gohan assured her.
"I know, I know. But still."
Gohan checked his watch. "Mirai, we better get going. We have to go to school like normal humans. Bye Bulma."
"I love you, Mom, bye."
The boys left in the direction of the school. They walked on for a few minutes, talking and laughing. Neither boy had been to a high school before. They were discussing what they thought it would be like when they heard gunfire.
Both boys immediately ran into a nearby alley and transformed. They sped off toward where the sound originated: a bank. The police had created a blockade with their cars and seemed to be waiting for something. Not stopping to find out what, the boys charged into the building. A few minutes later, they emerged carrying the unconscious would-be robbers and were followed out by the slightly shaken up hostages.
The boys dropped the robbers in front of the cops and took off toward the nearest alley. "Mirai! We're going to be late for school!"
"Crap, looks like powering down isn't an option."
They then proceeded toward Orange Star High School. They stopped at an alley close to the school and powered down. They ran at human speed the rest of the way, walking through the front door just in time to hear the first bell ring.
The two cried out in slight pain and flinched, their saiyan ears picking up the sound a lot easier than anyone else's. This earned a curious glance or two as students hurried off to homeroom.
"Hey!" Trunks called to a passing student.
The boy stopped and looked a little irritated. He had long blonde hair and wore a black muscle shirt that showed off slightly tone muscles. "What?"
"Where's the main office?"
He pointed to the hall behind him. "Down that hall, first door on the right."
"Thanks!" the two called as they headed off in the direction the boy pointed.
"Dorks," the boy scoffed and continued to homeroom.
Mirai and Trunks stopped at the door the boy had told them was the main office. Sure enough, there was a sign over the door that said clearly 'Main Office.' The two half-saiyans walked in.
"Hello, Ma'am," Gohan's voice was calm and polite. "We're new here. We were told to come and pick up our schedules. My name is Son Gohan and this is Mirai Briefs."
The receptionist smiled politely. She picked up two pieces of paper that sat on her desk in front of them. She held the papers out, one to each of them. "Here are your schedules; your student guide should be here any minute. She seems to have been held up."
"Thank you," the boys returned the smile she was giving them. They looked down at their identical schedules.
Period
Class
Teacher
Room
1
English A.P.
K. Davis
121
2
P.E.
Y. Lancer
GYM
3
History, A.P.
E. Johnson
454
Lunch
Lunch
Lunch
Lunch
4
Geometry, A.P.
P. Colons
276
5
Biology, A.P.
T. Rogers
587
6
Spanish, A.P.
J. Jacobson
335
A minute later, a girl walked in. She seemed to be mad about something. She had black hair that was pulled into pigtails and wore a long, white shirt and black pants. She glared at the two new students.
"Sorry, Videl, but you had all the same classes as both of them."
"It's okay."
Gohan smiled pleasantly. "Hello, I'm Gohan, this is Mirai." He extended a hand. "It's nice to meet you." She shook his hand with a slightly suspicious look.
"Ditto," Mirai also held out his hand.
That's weird. They don't seem to know who I am. Videl's thoughts were interrupted by Mirai.
"Uh, shouldn't we get to class?"
"Yes, it's this way." She turned sharply and stalked out of the room.
The teenagers exchanged a look before following the obviously annoyed Videl.
Videl led them to a classroom and took a seat beside a pretty blonde girl and the boy the two had stopped earlier.
"Class!" the teacher called. "Meet our two new students. This is Gohan Son and Mirai Briefs. They both received perfect scores on their entrance exams. I hope you all learn from their example." The class began whispering amongst themselves. "Boys, there are two empty seats in front of Videl and Erasa. You can sit there."
The boys smiled and walked over to the seats. Erasa leaned forward, "Hi! I'm Erasa! This is Sharpner and Videl. It's nice to meet you!" Her voice was high pitched and it bothered the demi-saiyan's ears.
"Gohan," he smiled at the bubbly blonde.
"Mirai," Mirai turned to the front of the classroom.
"So," Erasa said, leaning forward a bit to talk to the new kids, "do you know who Videl's daddy is?"
"No," the teens replied together. Mirai didn't turn.
"Hercule Satan!"
The two gave her twin blank looks.
"Who," they asked.
Gohan frowned. "Mirai, why does that name sound familiar?" He asked over a telepathic link.
"I don't know, Gohan."
The boys frowned in thought. "Hercule Satan..." Gohan muttered.
"Wait! Isn't he that idiot that tried to fight Cell before we did? You know, the one masquerading as the strongest man on Earth?" Mirai asked him telepathically.
"Yeah, I think that's it!"
The trio seemed to finally recover. "The world champ, Mr. Satan! You have to know who he is."
The boys blinked. "Yes, we know who he is. We also know what he is."
"What is my dad?" Videl asked, letting her anger color her voice.
The boys smirked and turned around, pretending to pay attention to the teacher. Erasa wasn't quite done talking though.
"So, have you two heard about the Gold Fighters?"
"The Gold Fighters," Mirai asked without turning around. They figured it would be better to attempt to ignore them to make sure nothing else slipped out, but Mirai couldn't help himself.
"The two Gold Fighters that stopped the bank robbery this morning."
Both boys turned around sharply, shock and slight fear on their faces, "What?"
Erasa laughed. "Yeah, I know. It was amazing! They just went into the bank and came out seconds later with the robbers then took off."
The boys turned around and leaned closer for a consultation.
"We so shouldn't have done that!" Mirai hissed.
"I know, Bulma's going to kill us. Not to mention what she'll have your dad do." Both boys shuddered at the thought.
"We can't do that again."
"What if we just get disguises? Do you think your mom will go for that?"
"Maybe, but we'll have to ask at just the right moment in just the right way."
"What are you two nerds talking about?"
"Nothing important to a tough guy like you." Luckily, Sharpner didn't notice Mirai's sarcasm on the words 'tough guy,' luckily for Sharpner that is.
"So, nerds, where do you go next?"
"Why? Trying to make sure you avoid us? Can't be hard considering that you're the type to focus on being big and tough but ignore any kind of studies."
He snorted. "And how would you know? I could—"
"Sharpner! Since you seem to already know all this stuff, why don't you answer number three?"
Sharpner looked down at the book. "What are we doing?"
"Three, Sharpner. He just told you that," Mirai told him with a grin.
"Oh, right. Uh..." He stared uncomprehendingly at the page. "I don't know, Mr. Davis."
"And why don't you know?"
"I wasn't paying attention."
"Okay then, I want a one-page essay about paying attention in class on my desk by tomorrow. Gohan, would you or Mirai care to answer number three?"
Gohan glanced at the page. "The verb is 'ran' and the noun is 'Kate'."
"Really? Nouns and verbs? I thought this was high school."
"Sadly, Mirai, it is. I looked through the book, it doesn't get much better. I could do this stuff before I was five."
"Not everyone's a nerd like you, Gohan."
"How did you get in this class anyway, Sharpner? This is the advanced course if I'm not mistaken," Mirai inserted. He was having fun with the 'Sharpner is dumb' jokes.
"What makes you think I'm not smart enough to be in here?"
"Oh, based on the expectations this book gave me, I'm not all that surprised."
"Oh, it's not that bad Mirai. At least there isn't an explo—" BOOM!"Mirai, did Bulma sign the Three Terrors up for school too?"
"Y-yeah." They turned to each other.
"One, two, three," they called together, getting into a paper, rock, scissors war. "Tie go again. One, two, three..."
"No," Mirai whined. "Didn't I go last time?"
"You lost fair and square."
"What are you two going on about?" Videl asked.
They looked at each other, then at Videl. "Nothing!"
They turned back toward the front. "Their teacher can sort it out," Mirai stated.
"Let's just hope that wasn't Trunks's idea of an escape plan." They both shuddered at the mental image of Trunks and Goten attacking their teachers...and them getting punished for it because they 'set a bad example.'
"What's your next class?" Sharpner asked again.
"Their next class will probably be P.E. with us, Sharpner. I'm their student guide, remember?"
"CLASS!" The teacher had to yell to be heard over the class. Silence slowly fell in the room. "I just received a wonderful message from the principal. He just got off the phone with the head of Capsule Corp and she has finally agreed to take a class on a tour of the facility."
"NO!" The demi-saiyans yelled without thinking. They slid down in their seats.
"How could Bulma do that to us?"
"What's your problem, boys? Scared of meeting some real scientists?" Sharpner asked.
Gohan looked up helplessly at him. "No, we're scared of the school going to Capsule Corp."
"Why would that scare you? Are you afraid the whole school is going to embarrass you or something?"
"Gohan, why are you on first name basis with the head of Capsule Corp.?" Videl asked, picking up on his word choice.
"Come up and get your permission slips, the trip will be Wednesday." The boys groaned.
"Well, Gohan?"
"You'll see," Gohan answered with a morbid tone.
Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa went to the front to get their permission slips. "Aren't you two going to get permission slips?" Erasa gushed.
"No," they replied.
"We won't need them," Mirai stated in a tortured voice.
"You'll see why on Wednesday," Gohan put his head down in defeat.
Before Videl could question them further, the bell rang. The boys let out slight cries of pain and covered their ears.
"Perk up boys, gym won't be that bad!" Erasa told them, poking their sides. The boys looked up.
"That's not it, Erasa." Gohan groaned, standing up. "But it isn't helping either."
The two new students followed Videl and company to the gym. They were in for a bit of a surprise. When they entered the gym, the group immediately separated. The boys went to the boys' locker room and the girls to the girls' locker room.
Mirai and Gohan pulled out the gym clothes Bulma had given them. Mirai's was a dark blue gi with a white undershirt and belt. Gohan's was an orange gi with a dark blue undershirt and belt, just like his father's. The boys changed quickly into their gym clothes and walked back out into the gym.
They stood awkwardly as everyone stared at their well-toned arms. Just then, the gym teacher walked in. "Okay everyone! Time for roll!" Shock crossed the demi-saiyans' faces as the recognized the voice and the chi that went with it. The gym teacher, who had been looking down at the clipboard in his hand, stopped. He looked up toward where he sensed two powerful and familiar kis. "Impossible."
His eyes landed on Gohan and Mirai, "That's what we're thinking Krillin. Since when are you a gym teacher?"
Krillin gaped at them for a moment before recovering. "Since 18 decided I needed a job. Since when have you two gone to high school?"
"Since today," Mirai responded.
"Well, I suppose you two at least will enjoy the next month."
"Why?"
"It's all martial arts, all month."
"Well, that will be both fun and horrible at the same time, won't it Gohan?"
Gohan only sighed in response. "Krillin—"
"Sorry, Gohan, but it's Mr. Lancer at school."
"Okay then, Mr. Lancer, shouldn't you be calling roll?"
"Oh, right okay then." Krillin proceeded to call roll while Videl glared at the two new students.
I don't get it! How do they know Mr. Lancer? And what did he mean by 'fun and horrible at the same time'? I'm going to figure those two out. Videl's thoughts were interrupted by her name being called. "Here!" she called before returning to her thoughts. And how come they look so strong? I thought they were supposed to be nerds.
"Okay, class!" Mr. Lancer called, pulling Videl out of her reverie, again. "This month is the Martial Arts Unit. Now, let me see hands, who knows martial arts?" Videl, Sharpner, Mirai, and Gohan rose their hands. "So few? Oh, well, I need a volunteer. Who wants to spar to let the class see their technique?" Mirai, Gohan, and Sharpner's hands immediately dropped. "Okay then, Videl, choose one of the other three that raised their hands to spar with you."
Videl's eyes looked between Mirai and Gohan. "I pick, Gohan."
Gohan groaned slightly and made his way toward the ring painted in the center of the gym. He stepped into the ring and Videl stood facing him.
"Ready? Begin!" Krillin called.
Both teens dropped into fighting stances. That's impossible! I can't see a single opening in his stance!
Wow! Only one opening! That's pretty impressive for someone who hasn't had any good training. Gohan smirked, "Whenever you're ready Videl."
Videl glared. He's cocky, giving me the first move? Idiot. Whatever, it's his funeral. Videl shot forward.
Gohan shook his head. He dropped down and swung his foot out and tripped her. She fell on her side, hard. "Don't leave your feet unguarded, Videl." She pushed herself to her feet and glared at her opponent. He sighed, thinking he should figure out how she fought so he didn't hurt her. He lowered into his stance. "Okay, Videl, let's try again. Whenever you're ready."
Videl ran at him and threw a right uppercut at him. He blocked it easily. She followed it with a left punch, attempting to hit his face. Again, he blocked it effortlessly. Her face contorted in anger.
"Careful, getting angry like that can be dangerous in a fight," he informed her.
She threw a knee into his gut but he stopped it with his hand. Then, he bounced backward. Videl followed.
"She's got a pretty good technique," Krillin commented absently to Mirai.
"Yeah, but she's not thinking clearly enough. She needs to learn how to control her emotions in a fight."
Krillin nodded, still watching the fight.
Back in the ring, Gohan had figure out Videl's rhythm and style. He moved close to the edge of the ring. Videl threw a right punch at his face, but Gohan moved out of the way, to his left. He put his hands together and hit her as lightly as he could on the back, knocking her down. She landed just outside the ring.
Everyone stared in amazement. "Well, done!" Krillin called, walking over to them.
Gohan smiled down at her. "That was a pretty good fight." He extended a hand to help her up.
Videl glared and pushed herself to her feet, ignoring his hand. "That was amazing, Videl!" Krillin told her with a proud smile. "There aren't many martial artists that can keep up that well with a Son."
She glared. "Yeah, yeah. You're only saying that because I lost." She frowned. "I was hoping to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament but I guess I'm not ready yet."
"No, you're more than ready to face the competition of the Tournament."
"I couldn't even beat Gohan!"
"Videl, I am a much better martial artist than almost any other person on this planet, and I couldn't lay a finger on Gohan unless he let me. Trust me, all you need is a little Kame style training and you'll amaze even yourself in that tournament. Now, everyone! That's all the time we have today! Get dressed!"
Everyone went to the locker rooms to change back into their school clothes. The rest of the day went on without a hitch.
Gohan and Mirai sat staring at the clock in their Spanish class. "Come on, come on," Gohan muttered. It was one minute until three and they were anxious to leave.
"Don't forget we have to pick up the Terrors after school."
Gohan groaned, not taking his eyes of the clock. "Wonderful, that means we'll probably get to hear about whatever mischief they caused today."
Mirai sighed. "Ten more seconds..." The bell rang. The two demi-saiyans were out of their seats and out the door before the rest of the class had stood up.
"Come on, Erasa! Let's go see where they're going." Videl stood and quickly followed the new students with Erasa on her heels.
Erasa chased Videl until she stopped outside. "Videl, I have to pick my little brother up!"
Videl was looking around, trying to find Mirai and Gohan. She finally spotted them heading off in the direction of Orange Star Elementary. "It's okay, Erasa. They're walking toward the elementary."
"Okay," the bubbly blonde agreed. The two girls headed off behind Mirai and Gohan, keeping a safe distance. Even though this kept them from getting caught, they also couldn't hear the conversation of the two teenagers in front of her.
The elementary school wasn't far, just around the block. The girls walked up just in time to see a little girl squeal "Gohan!" loudly and run at the mysterious youth. The little girl was really short, probably in kindergarten or pre-k, she had long, black hair and pretty black eyes (she looks just like Chichi in Dragonball but a little shorter). She jumped up off the ground right into Gohan's arms, knocking him backward a step. Gohan laughed. Videl and Erasa were now close enough to hear the conversation.
"Hey there, Squirt," Gohan laughed. "How was your day?"
The girl immediately started into a story of how her day had been, but she was talking so fast that neither Videl nor Erasa could understand a word. Suddenly, another kid noticed Gohan and another squeal of "Gohan!" sounded. A little boy with spiky black hair and black eyes ran up. He looked the same age as the girl. He ran and jumped into Gohan's arms beside the girl.
"Whoa!" Gohan yelped, almost falling down. The girl was still telling Gohan about her day. "Hey, Gosen, have you two had sugar today?"
She slowed her speech. "No," the girl, Gosen, told her brother with wide, innocent eyes.
Mirai, groaned. "Wonderful, the Three Terrors on a sugar high."
Then, a little boy, a little older than the two that had jumped on Gohan, ran up. He had lavender hair, just like Mirai. In fact, the two looked exactly a like except for the age difference. He stopped in front of the boy that was obviously his brother. "Hey, Mirai."
"Hey, Trunks. Are you guys ready to go?"
"Yes!" Goten, Gosen, and Trunks replied quickly.
The boys raised their eyebrows. That was when Videl and Erasa decided to walk up.
"Hey Gohan, Mirai." The two girls greeted them with smiles.
Gohan and Mirai turned at the sound of their names. "Oh, hey Videl, Erasa," Gohan said with a smile.
"Who are they?" She asked, referring to the kids in his arms.
"Oh, these are my little brother and sister, Gosen and Goten."
"Hi, I'm Gosen!" the little girl said cheerfully.
"I'm Goten!" the boy spoke with as much cheer as his sister.
"Yeah, Gohan just said that," the little lavender haired boy said whilst rolling his eyes.
"And that would be Trunks, my little brother," Mirai said blandly.
"Nice to meet you all. How old are you?"
"Four!" Goten and Gosen called together.
Again, Trunks rolled his eyes at his friends. "Five."
The group heard a slight cough from Gohan's left. They turned to see two very worn-out looking teachers. "Are you Goten and Gosen's brother?" asked one.
"Are you Trunks's brother?" asked the other.
"Yes," they responded with dread. "What did they do?"
"Well, Gosen and Goten destroyed my classroom."
"And Trunks broke another student's nose and arm."
Both teens sighed and looked at their siblings. "You do realize we have to tell Bulma and Vegeta right?"
"No, no, no! Please, please don't Gohan! We'll be good from now on we promise!" Goten whined.
"Sorry, Squirt, but they'll find out one way or another and it would be better for everyone if we just told them today," Gohan told them sympathetically.
Mirai looked at the teacher, "Well, it is your fault as much as it is theirs. I bet Mom warned you not to give them sugar but you did anyway." He shook his head.
Gosen let out a long, catlike yawn. "Lucky us, they're starting to crash." Goten yawned too and Trunks's eyes drooped a bit.
Mirai picked him up. "Come on, Trunks, let's go home." Goten and Gosen closed their eyes and yawned again.
"Night night, Gohan," Gosen yawned.
"Night, guys." Seconds later the twin half saiyans were asleep and Trunks was on the verge of it.
A little boy walked up to the group. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hey, Erasa! Is it time to go?"
"Yes, Caleb, it's time to go. Bye, guys." Erasa took her little brother's hand and headed off toward home.
Gohan smiled and Mirai waved. Then they set off in the direction of Capsule Corp. They walked as quietly and smoothly as possible, they didn't want the Terrors to get woken up from their nap because they would be grumpy. Videl followed quietly behind, unnoticed by the two teenaged demi-saiyans.
It was twenty minutes before Capsule Corp. came into view. The boys smiled and picked up the pace a little, careful not to wake the sleeping children. As Gohan and Mirai walked up the drive of Capsule Corp., Videl's eyes widened in shock.
No way! They know the Briefs? Videl thought. Wait, his name is Mirai Briefs. So he's related to the Briefs family. I guess that explains why they seemed so upset about the trip to Capsule Corp. I wonder how he's related to Bulma Briefs. She turned and headed toward Satan Mansion.
Inside, Gohan and Trunks carried their siblings to their rooms and sat them on their beds. Then, they searched for Bulma's chi; she was in one of the labs. The boys headed off to tell her about their siblings adventures in elementary school.
"THEY DID WHAT?" Bulma screeched when they told her. "I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"
The two boys swallowed hard. "Come on, Bulma. Let them sleep for now. Besides, they were on a sugar high and you know how they get." Gohan's voice was hesitant and slightly fearful.
"Fine!" she growled. "They can sleep for now, but when they wake up they will be in deep trouble! I think I might just let Vegeta give them a little extra training." There was a slightly evil glint in her eye.
The boys shared a slightly worried glance.
"So how was your day?"
"Horribly boring. Mom taught me all this stuff before I was Goten's age."
"I bet gym made it all the better," Mirai said sarcastically.
"What happened in gym? Did one of you show off your powers?" She sounded like she was on the verge of more anger.
"No, but Krillin's our teacher. And this month is the martial arts unit so Krillin thought a spar would be a good idea. So I had to fight the daughter of that phoney Hercule without showing how strong I was or hurting her."
"And of course the announcement about the field trip to Capsule Corp. this Wednesday didn't help." There was a glare on Mirai's face.
Bulma smiled. "I bet your class was excited about that. Orange Star has been trying to schedule that trip for a few years. I thought it would be helpful to let your new classmates see you at home."
"Are you forgetting Vegeta? And the Three Terrors? Are you trying to get everyone to hate us?"
"Vegeta has promised to behave and I'm sure you two will have the Terrors under close surveillance."
"MIRAI! GOHAN! GRAVITY ROOM NOW! IT'S TIME FOR TRAINING!" The boys groaned.
"WE HAVE TO CHANGE FIRST!" Mirai hollered back.
"FIVE MINUTES!"
The boys took off full speed to their rooms and replaced their school clothes with their training gis. They ran straight to the gravity room, barely making Vegeta's time limit.
They entered the room to find Vegeta beside the controls with his arms crossed. "And the fun begins," Vegeta said with a smirk as he set the gravity to 500 and turned it on.
Three hours later, all three saiyans stumbled out looking beaten and bruised. They hobbled off toward the medical lab and began tending to their injuries. They weren't bad enough off to require the regeneration tank, but they were pretty bad.
When they finished with that, they headed off to the dining room for dinner. They sat down just as the cooking robot put the plates on the table. A new-found energy possessed the saiyans when they saw the food. They began eating at an inhuman rate, shoveling in food as fast as they could get their hands on it. After dinner, the boys decided to go to bed a bit early.
Chapter 2
Videl Satan stood in front of a punching bag. It was time for her early morning workout. She dealt a long combination of kicks and punches as she let her thoughts wonder to the new kids at Orange Star High.
Something is off with those two. First they don't know who Dad is and then, when they remembered, they said 'we know who he is but we also know what he is.' I don't like the way they emphasized 'what'. She began glaring dangerously at the punching bag. "WHAT COULD THEY HAVE MEANT!" she screamed her question at the punching bag. What do they think Dad is? And whatever they think, who are they to think that? How did they skinny nerd beat me in a fight? Who trained him? Can his friend fight like that? Where did they disappear to during lunch? Why did they go to Capsule Corp after school? Who are they? And where did they come from? WHY DO THEIR NAMES SOUND FAMILIAR? Deciding the only way to get answers was to talk to them, she delivered a final blow to the bag and stalked off up to her room to get ready for school. (A/N: no, the punching bag did not break the way it does in so many other fics. I suppose most authors overlook the fact that Videl didn't do that until after Gohan taught her to fly.)
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The Three Terrors bounded into the dining room for their breakfast. Bulma was sitting at the table with her arms crossed. The boys weren't up yet.
"Good morning, Aunt Bulma!" Goten and Gosen sang happily.
"Morning, Mom!" Trunks greeted with equal cheerfulness.
They started toward the table but Bulma shook her head. "No. Before any of you can eat, your brothers have to be up too."
"But Bulma!" They whined (Trunks said Mom not Bulma).
"No buts. Goten and Gosen, go wake up Gohan. Trunks, go wake up Mirai." They frowned up at her but did as they were told.
Minutes later, Gosen and Goten crept quietly into their brother's room. A smashed alarm clock sat on a table beside his bed. The twins walked over to the side of the room opposite the one the sleeping Gohan lay in. They pulled their weight back and launched forward. They jumped just before running into the bed and landed on Gohan really hard.
"OW! WHAT THE—WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE?" Gohan screamed.
The twins were jumping on the bed, and sometimes Gohan, singing very loud and very off-key. "Wake up! ... Wake up! ... Wakeupwakeupwakeup! Wake up for food! Wake up!" (A/N: the '…' [aka ellipses] mean a slight pause in their song.)
"I AM UP THANK YOU! NOW WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?"
"To get you up, silly!" Gosen sang, still jumping.
"WHY ARE YOU GETTING ME UP?"
"For school, silly!" Goten responded, landing on his brother.
Gohan grabbed the two interruptions of his once peaceful sleep. "GO AWAY! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!" Gohan threw the twin nuisances out of his room and laid back down.
Seconds later, they were jumping on him and his bed again. "Aunt Bulma said you have to be up and ready before we can eat and I'M HUNGRY!" Gosen yelled.
Gohan glared at his sister. "We're not going anywhere until you're up and getting ready!" Goten announced. "Now, are you getting up easy or do we have to go get Tru—"
"TRUNKS WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE—AHHH COLD! TRUNKS!" Mirai's voice sounded in the room.
"I think I'm going to get up now," Gohan told them in a calm, cautious voice.
"YAY!" Goten cheered.
"If you're not—" Gosen stopped when she noticed her brother already up and getting ready. "Okay then."
The two hopped off his bed and skipped out the door. In the hall, they met a laughing Trunks with an evil gleam in his eyes being chased by a shivering, soaking wet Mirai. "GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT!"
The twins watched the two brothers run past. "Do you think we should help Trunks?" Goten asked.
Gosen paused to think about it for a moment. "No, I don't think Mirai will hurt him. Besides, they're both up now so we can eat."
"YAY! FOOD!" Goten yelled before running down the hall in the direction of the dining room. Gosen followed, laughing.
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Gohan and a still slightly wet Mirai walked to school. Today they had an added task; walk the Terrors to school. They all knew good and well that the Terrors could get to school just fine on their own, but Bulma was worried about what the teachers and citizens of Satan City would think. In short, Gohan walked with a glaring Mirai and three kids with expressions of innocent little angels.
Gohan scratched at the bracelet Bulma had forced him, and the other saiyan students, into wearing. They keep chi down to semi-human levels. Their power levels were above Krillin's, but low enough that they wouldn't break anything by accident. Bulma had informed them that they would wear the bracelets until they returned home and if they left to anywhere within Satan City limits.
Gohan sighed. This had prompted him to quickly make a copy of his latest invention (for Mirai, Gohan used the original). He looked at the little green watch that was positioned innocently beside the bracelet. The time read 7:45.
"Come on, guys. We have to hurry up or we'll be late." He didn't wait for the response, just leaned forward a bit and started running. Of course, this was when he heard the gun shots. He glanced at Mirai before turning toward the sound.
"Guys, stay in the crowd and stay out of trouble. We should be finished with this in a minute or two and then we'll make a real rush to school."
"Okay!" Gosen.
"YAY!" Goten.
"Whatever." Trunks.
Mirai and Gohan ran easily to a nearby alley. They pushed the small red button on the side of their watches. The Terrors had run off to stand in the crowd and watch the fight. It would probably be cool since Gohan and Mirai weren't as strong as usual.
~ # ~
The Terrors crept up close to the action. They had found the one place that the police weren't blocking and happily walked up to the edge where they could see but wouldn't be noticed. Or so they hoped.
Unfortunately, their hopes were in vain. They were noticed...by one of the bad guys. The police officers were aiming their guns at the men and they were searching disparately for a way out. That's when the man noticed three small children, two boys and a girl, had managed to get past the police barrier. One of the men reached out and snatched up the unsuspecting little girl. He had her by the arm with a gun to her head before the two new superheroes arrived on scene.
Gohan and Mirai, now sufficiently disguised, flew into the middle of the chaos. They were dressed almost identically. They wore two suits of saiyan armor. The only difference was their under-armor, Gohan's was black and Mirai's was blue. (A/N: I'm describing the suits, but Mirai's is like Vegeta's on Namek but darker.) The chest plate was was white with gold straps and over their stomachs. They wore white gloves that came about halfway up their forearms. They also had on boots that came halfway to their knees and gold over the toes. They also wore helmets (the Saiyaman helmet but without the antennae and different colors. I would prefer to not describe them, so I will tell you the color changes. The orange is now gold, the white stays white, and blue/black part now matches their under-armor).
Soon after arriving, they noticed that the idiot that had grabbed Gosen so the police wouldn't shoot. Well, to be fair, it was a pretty smart idea. The police wouldn't shoot if the bad guys had a little girl as a hostage, too bad for them that the little girl they picked was inhumanly strong and had two brothers with at least that amount of strength. (I said at least, we all know that Gohan is much stronger)
Gohan looked at Gosen. She looked perfectly bored and not in the least bit scared. He couldn't help but smirk. One wrong move and Gosen would not the crap out of him herself, not to mention that her skin was impervious to bullets.
"One more move and I shoot the girl!" The crook screamed.
"What would you do that for?" Gosen asked in a curious voice. "It's not like I did anything. It's not like that gun of yours will do anything." Gohan and Mirai chuckled to themselves but did not act. It would be better to not make Gosen reveal her strength.
"This is a real gun missy! And I'm not scared to use it!"
"Yes you are." She stated bluntly. "If you really wanted to fire that gun, you would have already. Besides, if you fire that gun then there will be nothing stopping the police from shooting you. And nothing stopping those two from pummeling you. You know it, I know it, the whole city probably knows it."
"You...you...you..." the man seemed to be unable to finish his sentence.
Looking at the thugs face, Gohan couldn't help but laugh. He strode calmly over to the thug that held Gosen, Mirai going to take care of the rest. The crook was so caught up in his argument with Gosen, he didn't notice Gohan's quick approach.
Gohan's fist collided easily with the man's jaw, knocking him down and out with one punch. The man fell and dropped the annoying little girl known as Gosen. "You had better be ready for a talk after school."
Gosen's eyes widened and she gulped. "Sorry Gohan. I just wanted to see you fight." The girl gave disappointed frown and walked back over to the other Terrors.
Gohan turned his attention from Gosen to the scene behind him. While Gohan had been freeing and then scolding his sister, Mirai had taken out the other crooks. Mirai's fist hit the last guy standing, knocking him out sufficiently. A girl came running up looking none too happy. Gohan strode easily to Mirai.
"Videl at your 5 o'clock," he hissed at his friend.
"We have to go anyway. School starts in less than five minutes."
"Who are you!" Videl yelled at the two demi-saiyans.
They turned to look at her and Mirai smirked. "We're just your friendly neighborhood saiyans." He said this because he knew Videl couldn't track it to them. (A/N: catch the slightly Spiderman reference?) With this, the two took to the skies.
They met the Terrors at the opening of the alley (they were back in their baggy school clothes). "Full speed to school!" They cried, throwing their right hands into the air before running as fast as their chi would allow with the bracelets on. They were just a blur to the normal human eye. Mirai and Gohan stayed right behind them until they arrived at Orange Star Elementary; there, they separated.
The two friends slowed down as they got close to the high school. They continued running and made it in class and in their seats just in time for the bell. Groaning and covering their ears, the demi-saiyans laid their heads on their desks. "It's just too loud," whined Gohan.
"What's too loud?" Erasa asked with a ditzy smile.
"The bell," Mirai responded, recovering. Gohan left his head on his desk.
"It's not that loud," Sharpner informed them rudely.
"We have sensitive ears. To us, that bell is about as loud from here as it would be to you if it was directly beside your ear."
"Yeah, just keep making excuses, nerd boy."
Mirai growled too quietly for humans to hear. "That guy is really getting on my nerves," he informed Gohan.
Gohan, who had finally recovered from hearing the bell, looked up at his friend, understanding. The whole class was whispering about something, but Gohan and Mirai ignored it. They didn't much care for gossip.
"...Goku Son anyway?" at the mention of his father's name Gohan was listening intently.
"I don't know. I think someone said he won the World Tournament before Mr. Satan."
It was then that the teacher walked in and everyone got silent. Gohan was rather annoyed because of this. He wanted to know why someone was talking about his father, so he turned to the person that had given him the impression of being up to date on all the gossip of the school.
"Hi Erasa." Mirai shot him an inquisitive look.
"Hey cutie. What's up?"
"I heard someone mention a name earlier and I was wondering why people were talking about him."
"Goku Son? Was that the name?"
"Yeah. I was wondering they were talking about him but didn't get the chance to ask. Could you tell me?"
"You're out of the gossip loop."
"I figured a nerd like you would at least watch the news."
Gohan looked shocked. "Why was that name on the news?"
"There was a picture of him after Mr. Satan said his name! Mr. Satan said that he was just some idiot with that new a few light tricks and that was the only reason he won the Tournament before him."
Gohan opened his mouth to yell at the poor girl who had dared insult his father but found Mirai's hand in the way. All that came out was a very muffled sound that didn't sound remotely related to human speech. After a second, Mirai moved his hand. "Thanks, Mirai."
"No problem."
"Is that all he said?"
"Well, no. He also said that this Goku person could never hope to beat a skilled martial artist like himself and if he wanted to prove otherwise to enter the World Tournament."
"Did he say anything else?" By this time Erasa had noticed that the more she said, the angrier Gohan looked.
"Well, yeah."
"What?"
Luckily for Erasa, Gohan's interrogation was cut short by the entrance of Videl. She's later than I thought she would be. Gohan mused, I guess she had to talk to the Chief of Police. "Hey Videl!" Erasa said in a slightly squeal-ish manner.
"Hey Erasa," Videl responded calmly as she took her seat.
"Gohan, Mirai. Do you remember the news report about the two men that destroyed half of East City?"
Gohan shot a look at Mirai before answering. "Vaguely, why?"
"Do you remember what they called themselves?"
"Why?"
"Just answer the stupid question!"
"Why?" going for one of the twins' favorite tactics, Gohan repeated himself.
"Two new 'superhero' crime fighters," she coated the word 'superhero' in sarcasm, "appeared today. When I asked who they were, one of them said, 'just your friendly neighborhood saiyans'. That term reminded me of those two guys. So what did they call themselves?"
Sharpner and Erasa stared at their friend disbelievingly. She had answered someone else's question! Gasp! "I've got something that will lower your search results, Videl."
"What, Sharpner?" Videl growled back.
"Whichever one said that likes Spiderman. Or has at least read it."
Erasa turned to him with an evil smile. "And you would know this because...?"
Sharpner's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk, but said nothing. He closed his mouth. Damn! I just told the gossip queen a secret! Erasa giggled.
Gohan got nervous. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head in the classic Son style. Mirai rolled his eyes, Gohan could act just like Goku sometimes. He paused. Did I just think something bad about Goku? Man, Dad's starting to rub off on me.
Luckily for the two, the teacher chose this moment to interrupt. "Class! Time to turn in your permission slips for the trip to Capsule Corp.! The bell will ring shortly so after you turn the slip in you may talk QUIETLY. Have a great day and I hope to see you on the trip tomorrow." Mr. Davis finished with a smile before sitting down.
"I wonder what the lesson was about." Mirai mused aloud to his friend.
"Does it matter?"
"Nope." The bell rang earning grimaces from the two. "That's going to take some getting used to."
Gohan nodded and headed off in the direction of the gym. "A lot of getting used to."
~ # ~
"Okay," Krillin addressed the class. "Time for warm ups. Line up for stretches. For the advanced set, if you have a set of warm ups you'd rather run, get to it."
The majority of the students lined up, Videl and Sharpner headed up for laps, and Mirai and Gohan put their hands together and twisted back and forth. I'm not going into detail about their warm ups, so I'll skip it.
"Now that warm ups are done, I want the advanced students to spar and help one another out while I teach the beginners the basics." The four advanced martial artists just shrugged. Mirai and Gohan walked over to the back corner of the gym, the place with the least amount of people and the most room.
Videl frowned and followed. She wanted to see how good these two really were. Sharpner followed with a smirk, he was going to get to watch two nerds fight. He thought it would be an amusing spectacle. After all, Gohan had only won because Videl didn't want to make him feel bad.
Minutes later, both Sharpner and Videl were watching the two fighters with wide eyes. There movements were so fast and their technique perfect. After a few minutes, Krillin walked up to observe and the beginners were left to practice the more basic forms in pairs.
He stood next to Videl and watched, a little bored. "Come on guys! Give these other two a turn!"
The boys looked over at the once-bald ex-monk that was their gym teacher. "Sure, Krillin." They walked over to the small group. As they approached, Videl noticed that they weren't sweating.
"Go on, you two. Let's see what ya got." Krillin nodded his head to the space where the demi-saiyans had previously been fighting. Videl and Sharpner walked to the space and took their stances. A minute later, they were fighting.
"Videl is a pretty good fighter for someone that's only trained under that oaf, Hercule." Krillin and Mirai nodded. Gohan turned away from the fight. "So, Krillin..."
"Mr. Lancer at school, Gohan." Krillin glanced at the son of his late best friend, there was a slightly evil shine in his eyes.
"Mirai and I were talking and we decided that we're going to enter the World Tournament this year. Are you interested? It wouldn't be any fun without the Z Warriors."
"You're going to ask the others too?"
"Yep." Gohan replied happily.
"If you don't mind my asking, why?"
"Hercule Satan made the mistake of calling my dad a weak coward," Gohan growled. "And since Dad can't enter to defend his name, I will."
Krillin's face darkened, he hadn't known about Mr. Satan insulting Goku. "I'm in. I'll ask 18 and Roshi when I get home. Are you two going to go find the others?"
"Yeah. I'm going to go find Tien and Chiaotzu and Gohan is going to find Yamcha and Piccolo. We're going to ask Dad to enter to, and the Terrors."
"You really want to show this guy up, don't you?"
"He insulted Dad." Was Gohan's only reply. Krillin understood though, Goku was the kind of person you can't insult. Unless you have a grudge to hold or are just plain mean.
"It sounds like it's going to be a very fun Tournament."
The rest of the day passed fairly quickly. Before either boy knew it, they were standing in front of the Orange Star Elementary waiting on the Terrors.
They came out in a much calmer mood than yesterday. The twins still squealed when they saw their brother and pounced on him, but they didn't talk so fast no one could understand them. The teachers smiled happily to indicate that nothing had happened. They nodded and headed toward home.
When they were in a place where no on else was on the street, Mirai finally asked them. "Do you guys want to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
"Yes!" all three chimed together.
After they had agreed to go, Goten asked, "What's the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Trunks and Gosen face-palmed. "The World Martial Arts Tournament is a tournament where the world's best fighters all come to compete to see who's the best."
"Why haven't we gone before? We're as good as Krillin and Yamcha and Tien." Goten pouted. "Why haven't you let us compete before?"
"We haven't competed either. We decided to give the normal people a chance."
"So, before now, the world's best fighters didn't compete? But that's what you said the tournament was for!"
"It is, that's why we're competing now. The normal people have gotten arrogant and think there's nothing that can stop them."
"Okay!" Goten sang as they walked up the driveway of Capsule Corp. The others sighed. The Terrors took off running to go do whatever the Terrors do while Gohan and Mirai went to go find Bulma.
"Bulma, we wanted to ask you something."
"Really? Does it have anything to do with this?" Bulma sounded angry. She tossed a newspaper to them which Gohan expertly caught. He looked at the front page curiously. The head line was 'NEW HEROS OF SATAN CITY! SAIYANS?'
The two boys gulped. "It's not like they can trace the term back to us!"
"Oh yes they can, Mirai!"
"Bulma, we're sorry. It's just that we couldn't stand by and watch. Yesterday, we went super saiyan but I figured that if we did that long, someone would recognize us as Gohan and Mirai. So, I got out some old saiyan armor and a couple of helmets we found, and asked for, and I made this watch that would allow you to change between two outfits." He showed Bulma the watch.
Bulma sighed and shook her head. "You're as smart as I was when I was your age, Gohan, maybe smarter. But you have your dad's need to protect innocent people. I guess there's no stopping this."
"Thanks, Bulma. Um..."
"What is it, Gohan?" Bulma asked suspiciously.
"Well, we heard about Mr. Satan challenging Dad on the news and since he can't accept the challenge, I thought I would. At the World Martial Arts Tournament. And, we thought it would be cool if all the Z Warriors competed."
"I guess I can understand that. Go on."
"We already asked Krillin and the Terrors, but we were wondering if we could go ask the others."
"Go! But if you're not back by dinner time, you're not eating."
"Thanks, Bulma!"
"Thanks, Mom!" They both turned and ran out. "We'll ask Dad when we get back!"
Vegeta walked into the room just in time to see them running out of it. "Ask me what?" he growled.
"I guess you just have to wait until they get back."
~ # ~
About an hour later, Gohan touched down at the lookout. "Piccolo!"
The Namekian was meditating in the middle of the expanse in front of the giant building. He didn't seem to hear his student.
Gohan walked right up next to him, "PICCOLO!" the Namekian jumped at the sudden loud noise.
He turned his head to look at his old student with a slightly annoyed expression. "Hello, Gohan. Is there any particular reason you interrupted my meditation?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you would compete in the World Tournament this year. And before you say know, I also want to point out that Mirai Trunks, Krillin, and the Terrors have already agreed to compete. So what do you say? Are you going to fight with us?"
Piccolo glared at Gohan. "I suppose I will."
Gohan smiled happily. "Thanks, Piccolo! I have to go ask Yamcha!"
~ # ~
As Gohan took off, Mirai landed in a large mountain range, right beside a small, capsule house.
"Tien! Chiaotzu! I know you're here!" He yelled as he banged on the door.
The door opened to reveal Tien Shinhan with Chiaotzu at his shoulder. "Mirai Trunks? What on Earth are you doing here? Please don't tell me there's another threat that we need to take care of!"
"No, just times of peace. I came back to stay when Mom died in my time. I'm actually here to ask you guys to compete in the World Tournament. Mr. Satan was insulting and challenging Goku on the news, and, since he can't fight for obvious reasons, Gohan is going to enter and he wanted to have some fun while he was there. Please say you'll come! You might not win first, but you'll at least make the finals."
The three eyed bald man sighed. "He insulted Goku?" Mirai nodded. "Well, I guess that idiot deserves to pay for his mistakes. I'm in."
"Chiaotzu?"
"If Tien will fight, so will I."
Mirai nodded, "Good. I have to go fly by Kame House to see how many of them will fight."
"Bye Trunks!" Tien and Chiaotzu called as he took off.
"It's Mirai! We don't want to get confused now do we?" He laughed as he sped toward Kame House.
~ # ~
An hour after leaving the lookout,Gohan landed on the roof of Yamcha's house (he was going at a leisurely pace). It was more like a mansion if you ask me. He walked across the roof until he made it to a low point and jumped off. When he landed, Yamcha was standing there waiting.
"Trying to break into my house, huh? That's a bad idea."
Gohan looked at Yamcha in confusion. "I wasn't trying to break into your house, Yamcha. I was looking for you."
Yamcha blinked and squinted his eyes. "Sorry, Gohan. I didn't recognize you because it's so dark. So what are ya here for?" He walked over and rested an arm on his friend's shoulders as they walked around the house/mansion.
"I came to see if you wanted to compete in the World Tournament. Because—"
"I'm already signed up, Gohan. I saw the news report. No one talks about Goku the way he did and gets away with it."
Gohan smiled. "Glad to see I don't have to convince you at least."
"So, who else is competing?" Yamcha asked as he walked Gohan into the house.
"Krillin, Piccolo, Mirai, and the Terrors. Mirai went to ask the rest so I don't know who else is coming."
"Mirai?"
"Oh, yeah. Mirai Trunks is back. I guess I haven't seen you much this year. His mom died in his time so he came back to live with us. We've been calling him Mirai so we don't get him mixed up with little Trunks."
"Oh. That makes sense."
~ # ~
While Gohan and Yamcha talked about trivial stuff, Mirai landed at Kame House. "Hey guys!" he called as he pulled the door open. He had visited Kame House enough to consider it a second home so he didn't bother knocking.
"Hey Mirai!" Roshi, Krillin, Turtle and Maron called back.
"So, who's competing?"
Krillin smiled at him. "Roshi and 18 agreed to compete."
"Great! Can I call Gohan? I want to tell him that everyone's competing."
"Sure, go ahead."
Mirai smiled and walked over to the land line. He picked it up and dialed Gohan's cell number. After one ring, Gohan answered, "Hey!"
"Hey, Gohan. Everyone's agreed to compete on my end. What about yours?"
"Yep, everyone. So all the Z Warriors are competing."
"Now all we have to do is ask Dad."
"Yeah, so meet back at Capsule Corp. and ask together?"
"Yeah, see you in a minute." He hung up the phone and smiled at everyone. "Looks like my visit has to be cut short. See you guys soon!" He took off toward home.
~ # ~
The two landed at Capsule Corp. and walked in. They went straight to the GR where they knew Vegeta would be. They arrived right when he was coming out. "What do you want?" he asked coldly.
"Do you want to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament? All the Z Warriors along with 18, Roshi, and the Terrors are competing."
He glared at them, but on the inside he was excited. "I guess I'll fight. It would a good chance to test my limits." Both boys grinned. Everyone was fighting.
The three of them then proceeded to the dining room for dinner. Upon arriving, Bulma smiled at them. "So, everyone's competing? Good. I hope that puts the two of you in a good mood for tomorrow."
They paused, trying to remember what was supposed to happen tomorrow. Their eyes widened when they realized. "NNNNOOOO!" Bulma laughed.
"Woman! What's happening tomorrow?" Vegeta growled at his mate.
"Students from their school are coming here for a field trip." Vegeta laughed. "That means you had better be on your best behavior." He stopped laughing and glared at the blue haired scientist.
"I will not, Woman!" And thus, an argument began.
