Out in the middle of a grassy plain, over half of the Earth's greatest fighters were unpacking and preparing the area for their gathering. It wasn't long before one of them soon discovered a missing Bulma.

"Hey guys, have you seen Bulma? I thought she'd be here by now," Chi-Chi asked.

"Eh, she's probably on her way as we speak. You know how she and Vegeta get when it comes to these things," Krillin answered.

"True!" she chuckled. Taking the opportunity, she continued to unpack her heavy supply of food and began to set them down on a wooden park table set underneath a large oak tree. It was then that she noticed the table began to lean. Looking for the culprit, she spotted her husband who was sitting back against the edge of the table, holding his stomach tightly.

"Goku, what's wrong?"

"Aw, I don't think I've been this hungry in my life," he groaned.

"You saiyans," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "Be patient, I'm almost done setting up. Besides, we still need to wait for Bulma and the rest of—"

"Hey, guys!" a voice interjected.

Chi-Chi immediately turned her head to find Bulma standing arms akimbo as she made her introduction.

"There you are. Where've you been?"

"Sorry, I'll explain later."

"Hey, Bulma! It's been awhile since I've seen you!" Yamcha interrupted.

"Yamcha! What's goin' on?"

"Just been around. Y'know, same old, same old," he chuckled.

"Well c'mon, let's get this thing started!"

Without looking, Bulma threw a capsule over her shoulder to unveil a buffet table filled with a large assortment of food as far as the eye can see. The picnic had begun. Along with their friends and family, the last of the Z-fighters arrived as they received their chances to catch up with one another.

Upon arriving, Trunks spotted Goten playing with a baby dinosaur from afar.

"Hey, Goten!" he called, running in his best friend's direction.

"Trunks!" Goten waved.

Before speaking another word, Trunks analyzed him, noticing his newly made outfit. His dogi consisted of a light blue, long-sleeved shirt with a popped up collar and red seams, along with a pair of charcoal gray pants. He'd never seen Goten wear anything besides his usual orange pants and shirt—similar to what his dad wore—but this…

"Um, Goten?"

"Uh-huh?" he smiled innocently.

"What're you wearing?"

"Oh, my mom made this for me. Isn't it cool?"

"Uh…" he chuckled, placing his arm behind his head, "Hey, my dad showed me this new move that he used on Cell! Wanna check it out?"

"Really? Wow, that's so cool! Could ya teach me? Huh, Trunks?"

"Yeah, c'mon!" he gestured, leading them deeper into the field.

Goku began to roundup his first helping of food, gathering a bit of everything there was to offer. His plate was stacked high, almost reaching his chin. Once finished, he made his way to his picnic table, setting his plate down with what looked like an army of plates surrounding him. Meanwhile, Chi-Chi sat continuously searching the table.

"Oh shoot! I forgot my purse again. Honestly, I don't even know why I have that thing," she murmured, shifting her eyes towards her husband.

Goku inhaled the mixture of flavors, choosing his first pick—a slab of chashu pork. However, yet another interruption would prevent him.

"Goku," Chi-Chi called, "Can you please go get my purse? I left it at home again…"

Goku held the slab inches from his mouth, glaring at his wife. He sighed. Weakly dropping his slab onto the plate, he rose to his feet. With a subtle nod, he placed his fingers to his forehead. In mere seconds, his orange and blue silhouette vanished.

Chi-Chi smiled at her husband's departure. She had just begun her meal and now she was in the middle of a chat with Bulma, knowing that it's been months since they've seen each other.

"Bulma, aren't you gonna eat anything?" she asked, turning her attention back to her blue-haired friend.

"I'll eat in a little bit," she answered, " I just had a check-up with my dietitian this morning and he put me on a new diet regimen."

Chi-Chi analyzed her, making note of her figure.

"Diet? You look fine to me, Bulma."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, you look great for your age! I'm actually a little jealous to tell you the truth."

"Thanks, Chi-Chi. I just wish my scale said the same."

"Oh please, forget the stupid scale! Look, everyone's having a good time, so you should do the same."

"Well… I guess you're right. I'm just glad Vegeta hasn't noticed anything. But I'll still have to take these," she informed, revealing her prescription bottle.

"Huh?"

"These are just some hunger suppressants my doctor prescribed. I already paid for them, so I might as well give 'em a shot."

"What're you supposed to do? You can't take 'em on an empty stomach, can you?"

"You're supposed to take 'em thirty minutes before eating. But you have to let them dissolve in water first. That's why I have this here," she explained, pointing to a glass of muggy water in front of her, "I already threw a couple of pills in, so I should be good to go."

"If you say so…"

Bed sheets and pillows laid flat on the floor, while Goku continued to frantically search for his wife's purse. He shoved over a hanging row of clothes in their closet, darting his eyes all around. To no avail, he found no sign of her purse anywhere.

"Aw, that's where she always leaves it," he muttered, "Hmm… if I was a purse…"

He shifted his attention toward the door and ran downstairs to the dining room. There, he began to circle the table.

"Hmm… it's not here either," he sighed, "Man, if I don't find that thing soon, I'll never get to eat!"

At the thought of food, his eyes instantly caught sight of the fridge. It didn't take long before his saiyan appetite skyrocketed further than before. He grabbed his stomach, clutching it firmly.

"But I guess a little pre-meal snack wouldn't hurt!"

With that, he chuckled and happily sprinted over to his destination. He grabbed hold of the cool handle and swung it open. Along with his shoulders, his jaw quickly dropped as he began to hunch in disbelief.

"DAH! You've gotta be kidding me!"

On the shelves of the fridge sat only a single can of juice, a clove of garlic, and a half empty carton of milk. Goku's expression became dispirited. He wearily backed up to the nearest wall, steadily sliding down to the floor, while continuing to hold his abdomen.

"Maybe I should ask Baba," he thought.

Fortunately for him, a bright colored object soon caught the corner of his eye. It was a pale, light purple that sat flat against the side of the fridge.

"Ah, yeah!" he shouted, quickly crawling his way across the room.

Meanwhile, Gohan and Videl sat beneath an old oak tree as they nonchalantly gazed at the event from afar. Videl had been mesmerized at the sight of Vegeta's bottomless stomach. She'd already seen saiyans eat many times before, each feeling more refreshing than the last.

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" Gohan interrupted.

"Huh? It sure is," she smiled, "Which reminds me… since neither of us are busy now, you think we can resume my training?"

"Uh, training?"

"Yeah, you can't expect me to be a part of a crime-fighting duo if my partner knows more than me, you know," she smirked.

"C-C'mon, that's crazy! We're a perfect team! Think of all the criminals we took out," he nervously chuckled.

"Well, either way, I still want you to train me."

Gohan sighed, "Okay, fine."

"Thank you, Gohan!" she exclaimed, giving him a firm hug.

Gohan blushed, smiling down at his crime partner. Little did he know, his mother happened to catch a glimpse of them, expelling light giggles with Bulma following her lead.

Videl soon released him, shifting her mind to combat as she smiled with a sly grin.

"Okay, so what do we do first?"

"First things first," Gohan stated, "let's find safer ground away from everybody."

Videl nodded, taking flight with Gohan leading her way.

As the two teens departed, Goku made his return and handed Chi-Chi her purse. He then began to dig into his banquet, flicking and clanking his chopsticks against several bowls. In a matter of minutes, he devoured five slabs of chashu pork, four bowls of ramen, three plates of pasta, five bowls of white rice, seven rice balls, a tray of dumplings, and six bowls of yakisoba.

"Mmm! This is great! Food always does the trick," he thought, smiling and chewing down on his noodles.

Deep in the forest, a certain area had received a brutal amount of damage as various trees remained vaporized, along with many animals fleeing the scene.

"Wow, Trunks, I've gotta hand it to you, your dad comes up with the coolest moves!"

"Yeah."

"Do you think I can beat my dad with this?"

"Hmm… if you can catch him. I dunno, your dad's pretty fast. Not only that, he can transform into a super saiyan three, so I think he'd be strong enough to block it."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "maybe if I catch him by surprise."

"Good luck with that."

Trunks soon gazed up at the sky, sensing Gohan's energy from above.

"Speaking of surprises," Trunks addressed, "Isn't that your brother, and Videl?"

Goten swung his head around, locking on to their energy signals.

"Yeah, it is! Hey, Gohan! Videl! Down here!" he waved.

But to no avail, neither of them heard. However, it wouldn't be long before Trunks caught a glimpse of a small object falling from Gohan's speeding silhouette. Floating down with the wind, a small paper ball made its way toward the two boys. Trunks scurried over to catch it, diving face-first into a tree. At the sound of the thud, Goten came to an abrupt stop, wincing at his friend's painful situation.

"Trunks! Are you okay?"

"Ow! Okay, I really need to start watching where I'm going!" he barked, rubbing his head.

Goten's eyes soon wandered, finding the ball of paper within Trunks' palm.

"Hey, that's Gohan's test!" Goten pointed.

Trunks then rubbed his head, clearing himself from the pain.

"Uh, test?"

"Yeah, he made me promise not to tell my mom about his bad grade or else he'd get in big trouble."

"Bad grade, huh?"

With that, Trunks quickly unraveled the paper and began to skim through it. In a matter of seconds, Trunks' eyes widened as he released a devilish, Vegeta-esque smirk. At first glance, Goten's jaw hung open, knowing exactly what this meant.

"Uh-oh," he murmured.

Only about a few hundred yards away, Gohan stood in traditional sparring form as his student observed closely. The sun shined upon both of them. The wind blew eastward, causing every blade of grass to wilt. Gohan's eyes glanced up as a coin-sized shadow appeared upon his face. With every second, it began to expand, covering his face down to his entire body. Videl continued to sit in anticipation, tightening her grip around her knee. In an instant, Gohan released one final breath and disappeared. Videl quickly glanced up at the falling boulder, paying close attention to every single jagged edge there was. Several blows were expelled as dust and rubble flew in every direction, reducing the boulder in size. Gohan continued to strike, disappearing and reappearing around his target. With one final maneuver, he threw a roundhouse kick toward the last heap of rock, launching it into the sky, taking the initiative at great speed, and reappeared to deliver a massive punch straight through.

He softly landed, exhaling lightly.

"See? I guarantee you'll be able to increase your speed with this exercise."

Videl's eyes remained wide. Her jaw and hands quivered.

"A-And how do you expect me to do that?" she asked.

"Well, it'll take some practice, but you'll get it. Trust me, with how stubborn you are, I know you will," he smiled.

Videl glared at him, dumbfounded by his assurance. She soon returned the gesture, nodding her head lightly.

"Alright, let's start you off with this small one," he instructed, lifting an adult-sized boulder above his head.

However, their training would be put to a stop as the sound of slow applause intervened. Gohan turned his head to find an unusually cocky Trunks leaning against a large tree, eyes closed with a complacent look on his face.

"Uh, hey, Trunks. Whatcha you doin' there?"

"Nothin'. Nothin' at all."

It was then that Goten nonchalantly popped his head from behind him.

"Uh, Trunks? Don't you think you should give Gohan back his—"

Trunks immediately slapped the back of his hand against his mouth, cutting him off completely. In a muffled tone, Goten sighed.

"Huh? Give me back my what?"

"Well… it depends. Do you enjoy living?"

"Trunks… what're you hiding?"

"Oh, just… this little number," he stated, playfully tossing up a crumpled piece of paper.

"What's that?" he thought, squinting his eyes forward.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure your mom doesn't find out about this bad grade."

Gohan's eyes immediately shot open. His teeth clenched, releasing a much anticipated yelp to his dismay. Videl confusedly blinked, catching every word.

"Gohan… what's he talking about?"

Gohan's body tensed up, expelling yet another light yelp from under his teeth. Without hesitation, he made his way to Videl, cupping his hands around her ears. Trunks stood coolly, arms crossed, arrogantly smirking at the two teens. He knew he had them both under his control. At the conclusion of Gohan's light whispers, Videl's face reddened. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

"GAH! H-He has that? How?" she exclaimed.

"I dunno, but we can't worry about that right now. We have to figure out a way to get it from him. Let me handle it for now. Just wait here, okay?"

Videl nodded nervously.

Gohan calmly walked over to Trunks as he brainstormed a way to outwit him. His eyes remained fixed onto the crumpled paper within Trunks' hand as it was continuously tossed up in the air. He took each step carefully; making sure his footing was firm. The friction beneath his feet soon increased as he made his way to a small patch of dirt where the demolished boulder sat. Now was his chance. He kicked a foot off the ground and vanished. Branches and dirt flew in Trunks' direction just as the ball of paper was about to fall back in his hand. He gasped. Gohan stood behind him smirking as he turned around to reveal the note firmly within his grasp. Trunks glanced down, finding nothing but a torn leaf lying in the palm of his hand.

"Sorry, Trunks," Gohan smiled, "but I think you'll have to do better than that. Especially if you're trying to blackmail me."

"Yes! You go, Gohan!" Videl cheered.

Gohan made his way back to her direction, tossing the note into her hands. Goten stood behind Trunks, observing the situation. He glanced over to Trunks who had a questionable smirk upon his face. However, Trunks paid no attention as he began to make his move.

"Well then, I guess you don't know exactly how good I am, now, do you?" he boasted.

"Huh?"

"Uh… G-G-Gohan… Th-This isn't it!" Videl announced.

She flipped the paper over, revealing a blank, white sheet of wrinkles. Gohan's eyes widened as he swung his head around, catching a glimpse of an airborne Trunks above them.

"HA! You want it? Then you're gonna have to catch me for it! That is, unless you're willing to give in to my orders."

Gohan growled, tightening his fists, "Trunks…"

Trunks crudely stuck his tongue out, flaunting the note above his head. In severe irritation, Gohan burst from the ground, causing a small crater to form from where he stood. As a response, Trunks quickly stuffed the note in his pocket and took off.

On the ground below, Goten stood next to Videl watching as his brother and friend made their way into the clouds.

"Videl, you know about Gohan's bad grade, too?" he asked.

"Huh? Bad grade? Goten, it's not a…"

It was then that Videl glanced down to catch Goten's innocent face staring back at her. His eyes glistened in the sunlight. His expression was soft, standing calmly and patiently as he stared at her in youthful curiosity.

"It's not a, uh… nice to mention it."

"Wow, it must be really serious then," he thought, "He could get in big trouble!"

"Uh, mom's not gonna like this…" he mumbled.

Videl chuckled, nervously rubbing her arm, "Yeah..."

Swoosh! High above the forest, Gohan and Trunks burst through the clouds. Gohan's eyes remained locked onto his target as he began increasing speed with each passing second. However, Trunks would soon take notice, decreasing altitude as he dove into the trees below.

"Nice try! But I can still sense your energy!" Gohan informed.

Using his peripheral vision, Trunks gazed back at his stalking predator as he swiftly evaded every passing tree and critter. It was then, in a surge of energy, that Gohan made his way into the forest, effortlessly dodging every tree in his path. Trunks gulped at the sudden spike as he clenched his teeth tightly together.

"Uh-oh! What do I do?! What do I do?! What do I do?!"

He aimlessly searched his surroundings. Up ahead, he spotted a long, drooping tree branch kissing the dirt. The worry that beckoned him soon faded as he released a devious snicker. He quickly suppressed his energy, scooping up the hanging branch as he hopped onto a neighboring tree, awaiting his friend's arrival.

Gohan's face softened. His pace slowed. Trunks' energy signature was completely gone.

"Huh? He's gone. Darn it! He must be suppressing his energy!" he muttered.

Crack!

"What was—?"

In an instant, Trunks released his grip, causing the tension within the branch to release. Gohan's eyes widened. He gasped for air as saliva shot from his mouth. Trunks cautiously poked out his head, expelling a deep gasp of regret as both hands instinctively smacked firm against his mouth. Before his very eyes, he witnessed a pain no man should ever receive.

Gohan winced, pressing his legs tightly together as both hands remained tucked within them. In a matter of seconds, his body smacked dead against the dirt.

Back in the picnic area, Goku continued his hearty binge. It was already his third helping and he was far from done. Vegeta was no different. Everyone had been watching as the two saiyans vigorously gulped down each plate. Goku scooped an entire plate of noodles into his mouth, slurping them in completely. Vegeta violently impaled a piece of steak as he bit and pulled on it, ripping the ends with his teeth.

Despite their marriage, even Bulma and Chi-Chi couldn't help but stare.

"I think I'll hold off on eating a little bit longer…" Bulma muttered.

"Maybe we should've let them eat breakfast," Chi-Chi responded.

Bulma just nodded. Ripples filled her glass of water as the table lightly shook from the growing pile of bowls.

"GOHAN! H-Hey, Gohan! Gohan! Are you alright? Gohan!"

Trunks kneeled, carefully inspecting his fallen friend. There, Gohan laid on his side. His eyes were closed shut, his body twitched lightly, and his breathing was now barely becoming stable.

"Gohan—"

Suddenly, in a swift turn, Gohan charged and swung his arm out forward. In a bout of reflex, Trunks leapt back, barely evading his grasp as he took flight.

"What?!" he grunted.

"That was a dirty trick you pulled, so I thought I'd pull a trick of my own. Now, hand over that note!"

"HA! In your dreams!"

With that, Trunks burst through the trees and out into the sky. Gohan quickly withdrew his energy, taking to the air in pursuit of his prey. Trunks took notice, increasing his speed once more.

"And just because you tricked me once," Trunks informed, "doesn't mean I'll fall for it again!"

"Yeah, well, I won't need to 'cause you're gonna hand it over!"

Trunks chuckled at the thought. He continued to fly forward, turning his entire body around.

"Oh yeah?!" he mocked, "Make me! NYAH!"

He stuck his tongue out wildly, pulling his lower eyelid farther open. Gohan growled, increasing his speed to his max. It wasn't long before both saiyans met ear-to-ear, zigzagging through the air. They soon met with a lone helicopter headed straight for them. The pilot gasped. He shut his eyes and tightened his grip as the two saiyans approached. They swiftly separated as Trunks flew over several sets of rotor blades, while Gohan made his way underneath the landing skids. Shaken by the events, the pilot nervously squinted to catch a glimpse of the clear, open sky ahead of him. He sighed, slouching back in his seat; completely breathless.

After several kilometers, Trunks approached the picnic area. He had finally managed to lose sight of his pursuer. Fortunately for him, their chase gained a bit of interference as Gohan was drowned by a flock of birds. He chuckled at the thought, knowing that he was home-free and finally had the upper hand. With Chi-Chi nearby, he gained only more control over him.

He made his way past the forested area, slowly entering the open plain where the picnic was held. His eyes sparkled with joy as he reached his destination.

"Yeah! Sorry Gohan, but victory is mine!"

However, his plan would soon come to an abrupt stop.

"Not so fast!" Gohan announced.

Clutched by his leg, Trunks' reflexes took over as he swept his leg around, attempting to catch his pursuer off guard. However, Gohan effortlessly dodged, leaning back from the incoming kick. Once his body was completely turned, Trunks saw an opportunity. He glared back at Gohan who was now slowly leaning back into position, as he prepared for his attack. With subtle form, Trunks lifted his knee high up to his chin, allowing the potential energy to build. He then began to sneer as he released a powerful kick that ultimately threw Gohan back several feet away, skidding through the grass. Trunks dashed forward, making his way toward the scattered picnic tables. Within seconds, he was accompanied by his older saiyan friend as they continued their game of cat and mouse, soaring over each table at great speeds.

Out in the forest, Videl and Goten appeared as they finally escaped the denseness of the surrounding trees. A look of shock overcame each of their faces, watching their friends continue to their pointless pursuits. Although many of the other Z-Fighters seemed unaffected, several plates and cups flew and spilled over. Making their way through the first table, Master Roshi, Puar, and Oolong all ducked in fear of losing their meals. Yamcha and Tien's eyes enlarged. They quickly jumped up, each coolly lifting their plates off each side of the table as the two saiyans made their way through. Chiaotzu soon returned with a plate of food having noticed the passing incident. He confusedly glanced up at Tien.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I was just about to ask the same thing," Tien responded, glancing up at the two saiyans.

Gohan grew more and more annoyed by the minute as they soon approached a large oak tree. Trunks lightly landed a foot on the bark, quickly kicking off before Gohan took a leap to grab him.

"You can't keep running away from me, you know!" Gohan growled.

"Says the one who can't catch me!" Trunks retorted.

Ironically, Trunks soon came to a halt as he was grappled into a full nelson. He struggled and yelled profusely, trying to break free.

"Hey! What's the— Goten?!"

Goten held a firm grip as they began turning and twisting in every direction.

"What's the… big idea?!" he grunted, "Let go!"

"No! If my mom finds out… he'll get in trouble!"

"Goten, let go!"

"Attaboy, Goten!" Gohan cheered, "Keep a hold on him!"

He straightened his body, allowing himself to pick up speed as he made his way for them. However, Chi-Chi was not amused. She had heard all the commotion in the direction of the large oak tree that sat from afar.

"GOHAN! GOTEN!" she scolded.

Bulma soon caught on, glancing back at what laid upon Chi-Chi's furious glare.

"TRUNKS!" she called.

The two mothers arose from their seats, stiffening their shoulders as they angrily ran to their sons.

From afar, Videl stood stiff and wide-eyed. Her legs began to feel weak, standing pigeon-toed, as they began to spread apart until both of her knees hit the dirt. Worry had crept up her spine watching the entire situation unfold.

"I knew this was a bad idea!" she thought.

Back at their picnic table, Goku and Vegeta continued to devour every last dish in sight. Hands and arms swung in every direction as plates were emptied and rearranged. Goku effortlessly lifted an entire platter of yakisoba, placing the rim at the entrance to his bottomless pit of a stomach. In no time, he scooped the entire platter of its contents and slurped it down instantaneously. He was a saiyan after all, and having been raised in the wild didn't help his table manners either. It was like second nature to him.

Without even looking, he reached for a nearby tray of pan-fried pork buns as he grabbed one in each hand. He stuffed them both in his mouth, smiling happily and indulging on the mixture of flavors overtaking him. He harshly downed them, almost whole. The bulge in his cheeks soon travelled its way down through his throat and dissipated into his torso, causing him to half-wince in discomfort. He balled his fist, using his thumb knuckle to lightly pound at his chest. Unfortunately, it had no effect. He alarmingly began searching for drinks, finding nothing but empty glasses scattered across the table. He then turned his attention toward Vegeta, hoping he would spare a drink or two.

"Hey Vegeta—" he started.

He gazed at the saiyan prince, soon realizing it would be pointless to ask, seeing how he was in deep concentration, ferociously chomping on a piece of breast meat. Goku's eyes enlarged as he began digging through the pile of empty glasses. Just then, through the corner of his eye, he discovered a single glass of water sitting behind a stack of napkins from where Bulma sat. He smiled, swiping it without thinking as he began gulping it down.

NOTE: I decided to upload the second chapter just for the heck of it. Next chapter will be up sometime in mid August. Also, don't be afraid to leave a comment and review. Thanks!

UPDATE: The next part of the story is taking longer than expected, so I promise to reveal it for sure this month. Thanks.