A/N: CHAPTER 1 HAS BEEN EDITED AND BETA'D! IT HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH THE NEW VERSION OF THE CHAPTER! PLEASE GO READ IT BEFORE READING CHAPTER 2 AS SOME THINGS IN CHAPTER 2 WILL NOT MAKE SENSE! HOPE YOU ALL READ AND REVIEW!
A/N 2: THIS CHAPTER IS BETA'D BY THE SUPER-DUPER-AWESOME FIRESTORM1991!
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.
The training regimen was rigorous, and Videl focused on it, humiliated by her crushing defeats, not one, but two. "Right jab, left hook, right jab, left roundhouse kick," Videl repeated to herself. It had become her mantra that morning as she worked harder than she ever thought possible.
"How could those two weaklings defeat me, the daughter of the World Champ, the man who beat Cell?" Videl cried in agony, sweat and tears pouring down her face.
This routing carried on for another five minutes, by which the bag was broken, and Videl sat sobbing in the middle of her father's dojo.
"Sweetheart," Hercule Satan began timidly. "Are you alright? The other students of my dojo were concerned about you."
Rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wipe away her tears, Videl sighed, "I'm fine, dad. When are you going to let me train with you?"
Hercule Satan sighed. Ever since he lied about beating Cell, things had spiraled out of control. The other mysterious fighters at the Cell Games had vanished without a trace; no word had been heard from them since that fateful day in which the Earth was nearly destroyed. Since that stupid idea to take the credit for Cell's defeat sprung into his head, it had been lie after lie, even to his own daughter. It repulsed him, but the seeds had been sown; he made his bed, and he would have to lie down in it. If for anyone's sake that he continued to live this horrid lie was for his daughter. Kami forbid that Videl would find out about his lies. The disappointment and anger towards him would be unbearable.
On the other hand, Hercule knew that the world saw him as their hero because he was the World Champion of Martial Arts. When Cell was defeated, how much morale would the world lose if they found out that an eleven year old boy had the strength to defeat a monster that was worlds above the average human? No, it was better this way, Hercule would tell himself, even though knowing deep in his heart that it was a stone cold lie.
Now, Hercule was a proud man, very proud, yet if anything should happen to Videl, his world would come crumbling down. He refused to train with Videl for fear of hurting her accidently. To see pain on his little girl's face because of him made his stomach sick. So, as a compromise, he let her beat up, err… train with the other students in his dojo. Videl became more brazen, though she had a heart of gold. The Satan City Police Force was dwindling, and crime was becoming more rampant. Videl pleaded with him to allow her to help the Police Force out, but Hercule couldn't bear the thought of his princess dying. Videl, so much like her mother, put her proverbial foot down, and gave him the tongue-lashing of the century. Sufficiently cowed, Hercule reluctantly allowed Videl to join the Police Force as a helper. And perhaps it was for the betterment of society, Hercule would muse later on, as crime shot down like a rocket, once it was known that Videl Satan was helping the Police. The daughter of the champ himself.
Turning his thoughts back to the present matter, Hercule asked, "Now, sweetie, we've been over this before, why do you want to train with me?"
"You wouldn't understand," Videl grumbled.
"Videl, princess, you can tell me anything," Hercule replied softly, his caring nature showing through his tough exterior.
Videl's mood changed direction as quickly as Chi-Chi's, and she shouted, "Don't call me princess, daddy!"
"But, you're my little girl," Hercule protested.
"Grr… I'm seventeen… I'm not a little girl anymore!" Videl countered.
Sighing, Hercule replied, "Fair enough, but you still haven't told me why you want to train with me?"
Videl finally answered after a moment of silence. "First there was this skinny nerd at school, who I challenged to a fight in the martial arts portion of gym, and by the way, did you know he knows the Krillin Chestnut?! And I couldn't even touch him! And then later that day, that trickster, Jackie Chun, was teaching Martial Arts History, and I couldn't even touch him, he did one of those tricks, but he claimed he used a technique he had years to practice. Suppose it could be true? Now you see, daddy, I need to get stronger. It's not fair. I'm your daughter. No one my age should be able to beat me, and Gohan did it without even trying!"
After processing what his daughter told him, Hercule turned chalk white.
"Is everything alright, daddy?" Videl asked.
"Jackie Chun taught your class! Why didn't I know this? And you challenged him to a fight?! Videl, what have I told you about getting arrogant. Jackie Chun may be a trickster, but he didn't win the TenkaichiBudokai through just tricks, you know."
"I'm sorry, daddy," Videl said, ashamed she forgot her father's most important lesson: be humble and always aware there will be someone better than you out there.
That last name concerns me, though, Hercule thought, a dark look coming over his face. That boy has the same name of the kid who fought, and beat, Cell. And he beat Videl without trying, according to her. That can't be just any coincidence. However, I'll keep an eye out on him. I don't know what his motives are and for all I know he could want revenge on me by hurting Videl.
"That's alright, sweetheart, come here," Hercule said, motioning for a hug, which Videl eagerly gave. "Now, why don't you take a shower, and get ready for school, you don't want to be late now do you?"
"No, daddy," Videl replied. "But, you still haven't answered my question of whether you will train me or not?"
Damn, Hercule thought.
"I'll think about it, Videl. For now, focus on school."
"Okay, daddy," Videl said, smiling for the first time that morning. She bounded over to her dad to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
Meanwhile at Capsule Corporation, the Three Terrors bounded into the dining room for their was sitting at the table with her arms crossed. The boys weren't up yet.
"Good morning, Aunt Bulma!" Goten and Gyōza 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,Aunt Bulma/Mom!" they whined
"No buts. Goten and Gyōza, go wake up Gohan. Trunks, go wake up Mirai." They frowned up at her, but did as they were told.
Minutes later, Gyōza 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 ran just before jumping onto the bed and landing on Gohanwith extreme force.
"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! ... Wakeup,wakeup,wakeup! Wake up for food! Wake up!"
"I AM UP, THANK YOU! NOW WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?"
"To get you up, silly!"Gyōza 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 lied 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!" Gyōza 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—" Gyōza 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.
Gyōza 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. Gyōza followed, laughing.
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 ki 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. 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!" Gyōza chimed.
"YAY!" Goten cheered.
"Whatever," Trunks mumbled.
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. The chest plate 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 black eye-masks with slits for their eyes.
Soon after arriving, they noticed that the idiot that had grabbed Gyōza 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.
Gohan looked at Gyōza, anger coursing through his veins. "How dare they bring her into this?" Gohan raged.
Gohan began powering up, much to the dismay of Mirai, as he watched in horror, as Gohan grabbed the ki-reducing bracelet and crushed it in his hand.
"Oh, man, mom is gonna kill us! Damn you, Gohan! Why'd you have to go ahead and crush the damn thing?!"
Gohan's aura flickered gold, and sparks began erupting all around his body. Everyone stopped their actions and simply stared at Gohan. Videl, who had just arrived in her jet-copter, couldn't believe her eyes. "They look just like those people from the alien invasion thirteen years ago," Videl mused. "They wear the same armor as the pair that destroyed East City all those years ago."
With a loud scream, Gohan's aura exploded, and lightning sparks began traversing up and down his body. Gohan had ascended to Super Saiyan 2. Mirai knew how protective Gohan was of Gyōza and Goten, but he never thought Gohan would do something as stupid as this.
"If Gohan even taps the crooks, they're dead! What the hell is Gohan thinking, ascending like that?! He knows Gyōza will be fine… I think."
Gohan phased out of view, and Mirai's eyes widened.
"No, don't," Mirai shouted. But it was too late.
All of a sudden, Gohan phased back into view right in front of the robber that was holding Gyōza hostage, and before anyone could even blink, fired an energy blast at point blank range. The robber disappeared from view.
When everyone's vision cleared, Gohan was floating back up in the air with Gyōza held under his left arm. The robber was nowhere to be seen.
"What did I just witness?" Videl asked, stunned by the audacity of one of the golden fighters to use such tricks. "But where did the robber go?"
Similar thoughts were running through everybody else's mind.
Meanwhile, Gohan landed, and Gohan thought over a telepathic link, "You had better be ready for a talk after school."
Gyōza'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 Gyōza 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 five 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. With this, the two took to the skies.
"Really, Mirai?" Gohan asked. "Saiyans! Videl is the daughter of the 'World Champ.' Who knows what kind of resources she has at her disposal? What happens if she links us back to Vegeta and Nappa?"
"You're one to talk, Mister 'I'm gonna get pissed, go Super Saiyan 2, and destroy the crook with a FREAKING energy blast!' Did you not hear what my mom told us? 'Don't show off your powers!' Not only that, but you had to go and destroy the ki-reducing bracelet that mom made for us!"
Gohan looked sheepish, and rubbed the back of his head while laughing weakly. "Err… sorry?"
"Sorry won't stop mom from killing us," Mirai said grimly. "We might as well enjoy our last day of freedom!"
They met the Terrors at the opening of the alley, back in their regular clothes. After finding out that the school knew that Gohan and Mirai were "built," Bulma allowed them to wear the clothing they wanted to. Gohan chose to wear blue jeans with a tight, black muscle shirt. Mirai wore blue basketball shorts with a tight white muscle shirt. Both Mirai and Gohan were showing off their physique to the fullest degree.
"We have to go full speed if we want to make it to your school and then to ours on time,"Gohan said to the rest of the group matter-of-factly.
"That's easy for you to say, as you don't have your bracelet on," Mirai grumbled.
"Take it off, and put it back on when we get to school," Gohan said in an "are you stupid?" voice.
"Oh," Mirai said, that thought had not come to him. "Goten, Gyōza, Trunks, take off your bracelets, but you HAVE to put them on when we get to your school, understood?"
"Yes," they chorused.
"Good, because if we find out you didn't," Gohan said indicating him and Mirai, "You'll be training with us and Vegeta at 700x Earth's gravity. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," they gulped loudly, clearly afraid of the punishment set for them should they disobey.
"Let's go," Mirai said.
They took off out of the alley, and they were just a blur to the normal human eye. Mirai and Gohan stayed right behind Goten, Gyōza, and Trunks until they arrived at Orange Star Elementary. There they separated. After waving goodbye to the Three Terrors, and apologizing to the teachers for yesterday's behavior from the Three Terrors, took off for their school.
Mirai and Gohan slowed down as they got close to the high school. They continued running, this time at human speed, 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 just rolled his eyes, and began the boring routine of high school. Sooner than later, unfortunately, gym class arrived. Gohan and Mirai went and got changed into their fighting gis.
Once again the class, specifically the females minus Videl, for the most part, gawked at Gohan and Mirai's well-developed chest and arms. Videl blushed a little bit as she caught herself staring at Gohan's arms, wondering what it would be like to rub her hand along them.
Whoa, girl, slow down, Videl thought, alarmed. Videl Satan does not think about boys that way, especially one as developed as Gohan. Damn it! Just ignore him. Focus on the class.
"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 joined them, hoping to not stand out from the crowd any more than they did already.
Ten minutes later, Krillin blew his whistle, and said, "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. Their 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. Chestnut at school, Gohan."Krillin glanced at the son of his late best friend; there was a slightly evil shine in his eyes.
"Whatever," Gohan said, rolling his eyes.
Krillin blew his whistle. "All right, great job everyone! Give yourselves a round of applause. Go hop into the showers and get changed!"
The day had passed by, and soon enough, they found themselves in Roshi's class once again. This time, it seemed like the bell rung extra loud, and Gohan and Mirai whimpered in pain.
"Are you okay," a random student, who Mirai didn't know, asked.
"Yeah, Gohan and I have sensitive ears," Mirai replied.
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.
"...Son Goku 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 Roshi 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.
"Hey, Erasa."Gohan started. 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."
"Son Goku? 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 trickster that had mediocre talent 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?"Gohan asked.
"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 wonder why?"
"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 people. 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!" Sharpner cursed. Erasa just 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, Roshi chose this moment to interrupt. "Excuse me, if you will, but did I just hear that that idiot, Satan, just insulted Son Goku?"
There was a deafening silence before shouting erupted. "How dare you say that about Mr. Satan?" one student cried out.
Videl herself was angry, but kept her cool, still remembering, and feeling the effects, of the thrashing she took at the hands of Jackie Chun.
"I say that about that moron because I was the one to defeat Son Goku at the 21stTenkaichiBudokai finals!" Roshi roared. "Son Goku was one of the most talented martial artists to ever grace the ring. Your precious Satan couldn't lick the dirt off of his boots!"
Videl took the insult to heart, and stood up to say something, when she realized part of what Jackie Chun had said.
Haltingly, Videl asked timidly, "You said…was…as in he's dead?"
Roshi smiled, but it never quite reached his eyes.
"Very astute of you, Videl," Roshi said sadly. "Sadly, Son Goku died seven years ago."
But…why would my dad say such things about a dead man? Videl mused. That's just plain disrespectful.
"I'm sorry to hear that. How did he die?" Videl asked slowly.
"I'm not talking about this anymore," Roshi replied, effectively ending the conversation. "Moving onto ki control and manipulation. Videl, you may sit down."
Embarrassed, Videl quickly sat back down, her face blushing red.
"Ki is the life force that every person possesses," Roshi began allowing the students to absorb every word. "The ability to use your ki is simply control of your ki."
The students were skeptical of Jackie Chun's teachings, but took down notes anyway for fear of getting in trouble. Videl, in particular, paid extra attention to Jackie Chun, hoping to find some inkling of the way he did his tricks, and hoping to learn some martial arts teachings from the so-called legend.
"Ki is as helpful as it is harmful," Roshi warned. "Think of ki as yin and yang; polar opposites that make up one whole being."
The students were engrossed in the lecture as it went on.
"In order to be able to wield ki, martial arts has been a long standing practice to train one's body to be able to handle ki."
Videl raised her hand. "If that's so, then how come no current martial artists know about this ki-thingy?"
Roshi looked around and saw the students nodding at Videl's question. Sighing, Roshi said, "You bring up a good point, Videl. The answer is going to be hard to hear. Are you sure, truly sure you want the answer?"
A shock ran through Videl. What could be so hard to hear? she mused.
"I'm sure," Videl said confidently.
"The reason is that your imbecilic father calls ki a trick, and the public shunned all martial artists who knew how to use ki. They were ridiculed and banned from participating in the TenkaichiBudokai by your father's fanatical followers!"
Videl was stunned. So, that's what those tricks are called… ki, Videl thought. I didn't know that they were banned from the tournament. If they weren't, perhaps they could've taught everyone how to use those tricks.
"How dare you disgrace Mr. Satan like that?" Sharpner roared. "Those cheaters deserved to be banned."
Videl stared, embarrassed, at Sharpner as he ranted.
"Case in point," Roshi said quietly. "The least I can say is that while Hercule is ignorant of ki, and those that are ignorant fear what they cannot understand, he is an honorable martial artist."
"Can you give us an example of when and where ki has been used in history, seeing as this is a history class?" one student bravely asked.
Roshi smiled. "Ki has been around for ages. It has been used to save villages from evil monsters that pray in the night."
Sharpner scoffed, "Monsters? Please, how old do you think we are? Five?"
"The monster I am talking about in particular was the Demon King Piccolo! Many great people were killed by him!" Roshi roared, clearly angered by Sharpner's dismissal of his lesson.
"One of my good friend's master died in stopping the Demon King Piccolo's first reign!"
"And just who was this so-called master?" Sharpner taunted.
"His name was Mutaito," Roshi said grimly.
"Mutaito?" Videl exclaimed.
"Why, you heard of this loser?" Sharpner said laughing.
Videl punched Sharpner on the arm. "You moron! Mutaito is the father of Modern Martial Arts!"
"Oh," Sharpner replied lamely.
"You have some knowledge, Videl," Roshi praised.
Videl bowed. "Thank you, Master Chun."
Gohan and Mirai who had mostly been daydreaming throughout Roshi's lecture, having known this information already, were shocked Videl knew the proper martial arts deference, but not about ki.
Roshi's smile grew even brighter. "You're welcome, Apprentice Videl."
Gohan and Mirai gasped. The others didn't what the exchange that just transpired, but Gohan and Mirai did. By publicly addressing Videl as Apprentice Videl, Roshi was either recognizing Videl's rank as a martial artist or proclaiming intent to take her in as a pupil.
The lesson ended abruptly, as Jackie Chun said, "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."
"Oh, great, the field trip," Gohan moaned.
The bell rang earning grimaces from the two. "That's going to take some getting used to," Mirai groaned. Gohan merely nodded his head.
Roshi motioned for Gohan and Mirai to stay after class. Videl and Erasa looked over curiously at the two, but they waved them off.
"You looked like you wanted to talk to me in private. What's up?" Roshi asked.
"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 Fighters."
"You're going to ask the others too?"
"Yep."Gohan replied happily.
"If you don't mind my asking why?"
"Hercule Satan called my dad 'weak,'" Gohan said angrily. "He also challenged Dad to show up at the TenkaichiBudokai and fight. Dad's gone, but that doesn't mean I can't uphold his honor."
"I'm in. I'll ask 18 and Krillin 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," Mirai responded. "We're going to ask Dad to enter too, and the Terrors."
"You really want to prove we're not weak, don't you?"
"He insulted Dad," was Gohan's only reply. Roshi 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."
"That it will be," Gohan smiled. "We have to go pick up the Three Terrors from school now."
"Goodbye, Gohan and Mirai," Roshi waved goodbye.
Mirai and Gohan took off at human speed, and 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 one 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 Gyōza 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 HEROES 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 me and Mirai. So, I got out some old Saiyan armor and a couple of masks we found, and asked for, and I made this watch that would allow you to change between two outfits," Gohan replied.
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. But, did you have to go SUPER SAIYAN 2? I understand you were pissed off, and there is one less crook in the world, but there was no reason to obliterate him."
"Sorry, Bulma. Um..."
"What is it, Gohan?" Bulma asked suspiciously.
"Well, you remember the ki-reducing bracelet you made us?" Gohan asked nervously, rubbing his hand behind his head in classic "Son" manner.
"What did you do?" Bulma asked accusingly.
"Well I sort of broke it when I took it off to go Super Saiyan 2," Gohan replied so quickly Bulma had trouble hearing.
"You did WHAT now?" Bulma asked dangerously. Mirai backed up, hoping to not get caught in the crossfire.
"I'm sorry," Gohan whimpered. "I accidently broke the bracelet."
Bulma sighed and put her face in her hands. "Just like your father," she muttered.
"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 Roshi 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 'no,' 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 TienShinhan with Chiaotzu at his shoulder. "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 wantedto 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 back to Capsule Corporation before dinner or I won't get any.
Tien and Chiaotzu laughed heartily.
"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 had beenflying 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.
"Roshi, 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."
"I gotta go now. Bulma threatened to take Mirai and my dinner away if we didn't get back in time for it."
Yamcha chuckled sadly. "Same old Bulma."
Gohan was gone before he heard what Yamcha had said.
~ # ~
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 show everyone my new power. My time is once more at hand… I will be victorious as the Prince of all Saiyans!" 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. "NO!" they screamed. Bulma laughed, before bending over, gasping for air after laughing so hard.
"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.