Stay a while. Chapter 001.And so it begins

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"Bulma!" Gohan cried as he landed in the living room of the Briefs' home. "How could you do this to me?" The blue-haired woman stared at her best friends' son in confusion. Gohan was definitely his parents' son-Goku's fighting spirit and Chi-Chi's overdramatic tendencies. "My class! Your internship! Why!"

Bulma blinked, watching the distraught teen. What was he talking about? "Your class?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Gohan nodded in dismay. "Oh! You go to Orange Star High!"

His obsidian eyes studied her carefully. "You really forgot?" He asked in a monotone, not quite surprised. Being one of the most brilliant people in the universe and running one of the biggest companies on the planet, Bulma Briefs just didn't have the time to keep track of such trivial things. "And my mother had nothing to do with this?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "We really don't live to torture you, you know." She crossed her arms in a huff. "For someone so smart, Gohan, sometimes you really act like such an angst ridden teenager."

"I am a teenager!"

"...oh right."

He groaned, placing his hand over his face. What in the world did he do to deserve this?

"Well, it's not like there's anything we can do about it now. All the paper work has been done." Bulma stated as she leaned back on the couch. "It can't be that bad, Gohan."

The half-Saiyan dropped his head in defeat. "Oh, yes, it can. I'm trying to be a normal kid, Bulma. No one in my class knows anything about the Z fighters, my dad, my abilities, anything!" He made sure to keep himself as far under the radar as possible. "Videl's all but stalked me home already. I don't need her hounding me about this too!"

As soon as he said a girl's name, Bulma's interest peaked. This was the first girl to ever get under Gohan's skin, especially if he was muttering about her like that. "Stalked?" She asked and the boy jumped in surprise, clearly having forgotten that she was even there.

"No, not really. Just this girl in my class hell bent on finding all my secrets," he grumbled, running a hand through his unruly dark hair. "I'm so screwed."

Bulma couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine, Gohan. Tell you what, I'll make sure none of us says anything about your secrets." As amusing as it would have been, she couldn't bring herself to torture the child like that. Besides, Vegeta and the terrible two would probably do enough in that month. "We can put your project on hold and I'll tell the staff not to mention anything about you."

"Really?" He asked, suddenly not dreading the trip so much. Bulma nodded in reassurance. "Oh wow, Bulma, you're the best." His arms wrapped around her tightly, giving the older woman one hell of a hug that reminded her of the ones Goku gave. "Maybe this won't be too bad, after all."

She gave him a smirk only the person that tamed the Prince of all Saiyans could muster. "Just remember you're going to have to haul ass to catch up with the project once that's over. I'm not letting this fall behind schedule."

Gohan nodded eagerly, much too excited at the aspect of being able to keep his secrets to himself. "Thanks, Bulma. I'll see you this Friday!" With that, he flew off again.

"What's the brat coming back on Friday for?" Vegeta asked as he stepped into the room. His arms were folded over his chest and he scowled at the boy's direction.

Bulma shrugged in response, deciding to get back to work. "Turns out it's his class that's coming for the internship." If she bothered to look back at her husband, she probably wouldn't have missed the smirk that graced his lips and the spark that glinted in his eyes.

Now the boy would feel the wrath of the wounded pride of the Prince of all Saiyans.

The rest of the week passed quickly. All the students in Yamamoto's class were too excited for their upcoming trip to focus and the teachers knew it. Hell, they were excited too. Capsule Corporation always held tours and they had quite a bit of internships, but it was a rare opportunity for a whole class to have a month long internship. This was the first time Bulma Briefs ever allowed it.

"What's with you today, Brains?" Sharpner asked as they sat around before class started. Gohan turned to him in confusion, his mind clearly not there with them. The blonde scoffed. "What a space case." He grunted when Videl's elbow rammed into his side. "He is!"

Before the blue-eyed girl could retaliate, her communicator went off. "Go ahead, Chief," she affirmed, raising the watch to her ear. The man rambled in a panic and Videl cursed before running off to take care of things. A bus full of children was hijacked and the police couldn't handle it.

Minutes after she bolted, Gohan suddenly stood. Erasa and Sharpner looked at him in surprise. He smiled sheepishly. "Bathroom," he mumbled then ran off. That should have been enough time for Videl to leave without catching sight of him tailing her. He quickly tossed off his blue t-shirt then transformed. Hopefully the girl would be too busy to notice that the Gold Fighter was wearing the same white long-sleeve that Gohan was.

By the time he got there, Videl was clearly dominating against the hijackers. Instead of rushing in, he opted to stay in the air and watch. She could handle this. Stepping in now would just anger her further. A smug smirk formed on his lips as she kicked ass. Despite having a blubbering idiot for a father, Videl could certainly put up quite the fight. The criminals were knocked out in a matter of minutes.

Gohan was just about to turn back when screams came from the bus. Confused, he looked ahead and cursed at his own over sight. The bus full of people and Videl was heading straight for a cliff. He managed to catch the bus just as it took its leap. The screaming stopped abruptly to be replaced with cheering when the occupants realized they were no longer plummeting to their deaths.

Once the vehicle was safely on the ground, he waited for the occupants to file out. Videl was the last one, hauling the bound criminals behind her. "Gold Fighter," she breathed in relief as she approached him. "Thanks."

He gave her a confident smile. "It was nothing, Miss Videl. You did most of the work here," he stated in an unnaturally deep voice. She was about to say something more but froze when his hand suddenly brushed against her cheek. The sudden sting caused her to wince. "Looks like you should get some medicine on that. It isn't too deep, though. No permanent scarring on that pretty face."

As if suddenly realizing what he said, both teens turned bright red in embarrassment. The Gold Fighter cleared his throat and stepped back. "It seems as though you've got this under control. I'll be seeing you around, Miss Videl." He was about to fly away but she grabbed at his sleeve suddenly. His eyes widened in shock as he steadied her with both hands on her shoulders.

"Your name or something to call you by," she murmured quietly. "What can I call you? Gold Fighter can't be your real name." He looked away and she bit her lip. "Look, it doesn't have to be your real name. Just something else to call you."

He hesitated, contemplating just flying away. For the moment, that seemed like the best choice but he knew it would come biting him in the ass eventually. "Han," he answered, "some of my friends call me Han."

With a wave, he flew off before she could say anything. Videl could only be stunned into silence for so long. Once she got over her feeling of gratitude, she would be demanding answers again and he did not want to deal with that.

Videl arrived in the classroom a good five minutes after Gohan. "So how'd it go?" Erasa asked, keeping up with her title as the Gossip Queen of OSH. "You kick bad guy butt, Videl?"

She gave the blonde a smug grin but it was Sharpner that spoke first. "Of course, Erasa! This is Videl, daughter of Hercule, savior of the world! Lowly hijackers like them didn't stand a chance. Just like what anyone would expect of my girl." The long haired blonde boasted loudly before Videl's fist went flying into his cheek.

"It went fine. I was almost a goner though," Videl grumbled as she took her seat. Erasa looked at her friend quizzically and waited for an explanation. "The bus went over the cliff and I swear I saw my life flashed before my eyes, but then suddenly we weren't falling! The Gold Fighter showed up and caught the bus and carried it down safely like it weighed nothing to him!" Videl was suddenly scowling. "I don't know how he managed to do it, but I'm going to find out."

Gohan sighed in defeat as he over heard the conversation. Of course, save the girl and that only made her more determined to expose him. Great, he groaned, placing his head on his desk.

Erasa giggled as she noticed her friend. "Awh, Gohan, are you still not feeling well?" She asked, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. He didn't reply and the usual bubbly expression on the blonde's face was replaced with concern. "Gohan? Come on. What's wrong? You were gone for quite a while and you don't seem well. What about I go with you to the infirmary?"

"No, no, no," Gohan suddenly jerked up and gave his friend a small smile. "I'm fine, Erasa. Honest."

"How long were you gone for that Erasa is actually worried?" Videl looked skeptical as she studied their new friend.

"Since you left. Really, Brains, get a hold of yourself. Get sick and you might miss out on the opportunity of a life time," Sharpner warned with a roll of his eyes. This guy was pathetic. So why were his two best friends paying more attention to the weakling than him? It just wasn't right.

Friday came around too soon. "Big brother! Big Brother! Wake up!" Goten's excited voice was accompanied by the light weight continuously hopping over his chest to rouse the sleeping Saiyan. "C'mon! I want my breakfast!" His small hands gripped Gohan's arms tightly as the seven year old pulled. "Big Brother!"

Gohan groaned in defeat. "Alright already. I'm up, squirt." He trudged down the steps, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. How Goten always managed to have so much energy in the morning was definitely beyond him. "Morning, mom."

"Good morning, Gohan. Now, eat your breakfast. All your things for the next month are in the capsule there," Chi-chi ordered as she set another plate of food on the overflowing table. Both boys didn't need to be told twice before digging in. "Make sure you behave yourself and mark my words, young man, I'll know if you so much as put a toe out of line."

This was nothing new. Despite all the years that passed, his mother was still convinced he would become a delinquent and join a gang if she let him loose. He sighed but nodded nonetheless. Bulma would probably be making nightly phone calls to update his mother on his every day life.

"Can I go too, big brother?"

Gohan ruffled his younger brother's hair before shaking his head. "Not this time, squirt." Alone, his little brother was harmless. With Trunks, though, the two could probably take over the world faster than Frieza ever could...especially while on a sugar high. He mentally cringed at the last time that nearly happened.

The seven year old pouted and Chi-chi chuckled as she brought the child into her arms. "It's all right, Goten. You'll see your brother before you know it, okay?" She asked and that was all the convincing he needed before the boy was grinning again. Turning to her older son, she smiled and gestured for him to head out. "Now get going. We wouldn't want you to be late."

Dressed in a pair of black pants, a white long sleeve shirt, and a dark red t-shirt, Gohan looked at his classmates oddly as they gave him the same look. "Mr. Son!" Yamamoto's outraged tone caused students to part, leaving a pathway for the red faced teacher. "What in the world are you wearing!"

Gohan glanced down at his clothes, quizzically. "What's wrong? Did I spill something on myself?" He lifted his arms as he tried to find anything that didn't belong.

"We're meeting the most influential woman in the history of the world and that's what you're wearing?" His outburst was met with a sheepish grin as Gohan rubbed the back of his head. Yamamoto sighed in defeat.

To everyone's surprise it was Sharpner that spoke up first. "Oh, c'mon, Mr. Y. It's Gohan. What else would you expect from mountain boy?" He stretched his arms over his head. "Let's just go."

The class piled into the bus shortly after. Gohan was fairly surprised to realize that everyone really did dress up. The guys were in dress pants and shirts. The girls were in dresses. Feeling someone's stare on him, he slowly turned to find blue eyes glaring in his direction. Videl was staring again, that was no surprise. However, his eyes widened in surprise as he took note of her attire. Instead of her typical oversized shirt and bike shorts, she was wearing a fitted dress shirt and slacks.

"What?" He asked, blinking at her blankly.

Videl's eyes narrowed even further. Why did she have to wear this stupid get up if he could wear that? Crossing her arms in annoyance, she huffed and pointedly turned away.

Just a warning, updates won't come as quickly as this one did. They will probably be about a week apart. The prologue is really going to be the only one that short and all the other chapters will be about this length. I know it's pretty slow now but it really picks up once they get to CC.

- Skye