Stay a while. Chapter 003. Don't blink.
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It was just before noon that the intercom crackled with a bit of static. "Hello? Okay, hi guys! It's just about lunch time so I'm sending over a robot to fetch you guys in your common area. It will lead you to the dining hall." Bulma's voice had caused the students to freeze as they listened then scatter to prepare for lunch. Everyone was back in their normal clothes. After meeting Bulma Briefs while she was looking like she just crawled out from under a hovercraft, they knew better than to dress up so formally.
There was excited chattering as the teens followed the robot. What kind of food did Capsule Corporation have? Would it be just like dining at a five star restaurant for each meal? They didn't have much time to ponder as they entered the next building. Bulma was waiting for them in a large hall, a machine attached to a conveyer belt behind her. "Hello! So, I'm sure you all have guessed by now that I'm not exactly housewife material," she said with a careless shrug. As predicted, a few students tried to reassure her that it didn't make her any less amazing. "Oh, no, it's fine. I never cared for cooking and my best friend is such a wiz in the kitchen, any attempt I make will just pale in comparison."
A snort sounded from the hallway behind her and the class craned their heads to see a purple haired teenager walk out. Dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a black wife beater, Trunks drew the attention of every single person in the room. The stares went unnoticed as he tried to hold back his laughter, clearly very amused by something. Bulma glared at him and he grinned at her sheepishly. "Sorry, Mom, I ... uh ... I just ... uh, I remembered a really good joke 'han told me the last time I saw him! Right, 'han?" He said quickly, turning to his friend who wasn't the little 11 year old he knew years ago.
Gohan groaned as all eyes turned on him-one pair hopeful, another doubtful, most surprised, and of course one suspicious. How could he have forgotten Trunks of all people? While the boy had been all business during his first visits to their timeline, the effects of spending too much time with Vegeta during his frequent visits was starting to show in his actions. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mirai," he grumbled, shooting his friend a glare only to receive a look of mock betrayal. The purple haired time traveler just made his life difficult, why should he help him?
Bulma huffed and turned to her son. "Mirai Briefs," she growled and he gulped, "just for that, you can wait until everyone is finished before you get your food."
"But Mom!" He started to protest but clamped his mouth shut at the glare he received. For an earthling, she really was a frightening woman. "Okay, fine, but I really did remember when 'han said he'd rather starve than have to stomach another one of your attempts at cooking!" Mirai shot his shocked friend a triumphant smirk when Bulma rounded on him. Serves the ass right for not helping him out.
"Gohan Son!" She scowled, rounding on the teenager attempting to blend in with the class. Everyone stepped back to make room. Getting in the woman's path did not seem like a smart move. "How dare you, you ungrateful little brat! Get over here." When he didn't move, she stomped over to him and Gohan squeaked before attempting edging away with his arms up in surrender. "You can join your partner over there and both of you can wait until everyone is done eating."
Gohan parted his lips to argue but nodded in defeat as Bulma glared at him again. Solemnly, he moved to stand next to Mirai. They shared a sour look then sighed. Sometimes he really had to wonder if their mothers weren't secretly Saiyans. The women could certainly strike fear into their hearts in ways their fathers couldn't.
With the two boys taken care of, Bulma smiled and turned to the awe struck class. "Okay, sorry about that," she smiled, reverting back to the happy woman they'd seen all day. "Anyway, this is an invention of mine since apparently I can burn water. All you have to do is select what you'd like to eat then it makes it for you. Now, go ahead before their brothers join those two bottomless pits and the machine overloads." She turned from the class and marched over to the two teenagers that looked like little children that just got their favorite toys taken away. "As for you two," she growled and both boys crouched down, nursing their heads from Bulma's spatula.
Erasa nudged her best friend as the line moved forward. "You're up, Vi," she stated, catching the girl's attention. In a hurry, Videl made her choice and picked up her food. Taking a table with the two blondes, she focused her attention on the dark haired enigma again. Here was another question to add to that ever-growing list. How did Gohan Son know Bulma Briefs? The woman didn't acknowledge him all day or do anything to hint knowing him. Other than not being completely awestruck by the compound, Gohan acted just like everyone else. There were no hints to any sort of relationship between him and the single most powerful woman in the world.
"Mom! Mom! Mom! We're hungry!" A childish voice called from the hallway and Gohan groaned at feeling the life energy of two half saiyans rushing over to them. It was less than a minute later that a purple haired eight year old and black haired seven year old entered the dining hall. "Can we eat now?" His blue eyes turned from his mother to the two teenagers rubbing their heads. "What'd you guys do?"
"Oh! Oh! I know! I bet your mom heard them talking about that one time they made a bet during a spar and the loser was supposed to eat her meatloaf and they actually blew up the GR because they really didn't want to lose!"
"Goten!" Both Mirai and Gohan cried out and cringed as they felt the spatula collide with their heads again.
The seven year old giggled behind his hand and looked up at the teens innocently. "Oops?" He squeaked, attempting to duck out of his brother's reach as Gohan grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder. "Big Brother!" He gasped between giggles as Gohan's relentless fingers tickled his side. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mercy!" He continued to giggle even as Gohan stopped and set him back on his feet. "Can we eat now?"
Bulma sighed as she watched the four half-Saiyans in front of her. It was impossible to stay mad at them. "Okay, okay, you guys can all get your food but one at a time. And to be fair, you will all wait until all of you have your food. How's that?" She said and the boys nodded eagerly. They all rushed at the machine at once, but that ended up with Mirai and Gohan locked in a spar as the two younger boys slid past them. Goten pressed the button with his name as Trunks did the same and the machine roared to life.
The students stared in disbelief at the amount of food that flooded out of the machine. Both boys excitedly grabbed their plates and managed to carry everything over to the empty table. A bit more of grappling later, Gohan and Mirai finally managed to get their food as well. By the time the four were settled, there wasn't even any sign of the table left. Bulma giggled and turned to the students. "Now, this is probably the only place you will ever see what you're about to see," she stated, catching the attention of the class. "Oh, if only their fathers were here it would be perfect, but I guess this would have to do. Don't blink or you'll miss it." Turning to the four boys, she smirked. "All right, boys. Ready, set ...GO!"
Without another second to spare, the four half-Saiyans dug into their food. The class watched in a mix of awe and disgust as the piles of food disappeared only to be replaced with piles of dishes. The students almost couldn't believe their eyes. How could those two little boys eat about an elephant's weight in food? How could they eat that much and not be horridly obese? Hell, how could anyone eat this much, period? Everyone saw how much Gohan ate during lunch, but this was ridiculous...and disgusting.
Bulma laughed once the boys leaned back in contentment. "Now wasn't that entertaining?" She asked, turning to the students that could only nod their heads. "I think we should probably take you all on a tour. It'll be best if you guys knew your way around." Everyone murmured in agreement, still trying to erase the picture of four boys practically inhaling food from their minds. Any faster and they probably would have mistaken the silverware for food too.
Gohan was about to get up to join them but stopped when the seven year old suddenly clung to his leg. Wide black eyes stared up at him as he ruffled the child's hair. "Big brother, can you play with us?" He asked, forming a pout on his lips. "Mirai keeps running away because Mister Vegeta keeps showing up." The older saiyan looked between his little brother and his class, clearly torn between the two options.
"Go ahead, Gohan," Bulma finally answered for him. "We're just taking a tour and it'd probably be best if someone kept the terrible two and His Highness busy. Mirai was supposed to be doing that, but I guess he couldn't handle the job." There was a slight teasing tilt to her tone as she looked at her son.
"Hey!" Mirai cried indignantly as he stood. His mother was taunting him, he knew that, but that didn't stop him from taking offense to it. There was nothing the son of a third rate idiot could do that the son of a prince couldn't. Realizing his train of thought, Mirai noted that he was probably spending too much time with his father. Whether it was a good thing or bad had yet to be determined. "I was handling it fine but then these brats came in and annoyed him and now Father is on a war path searching for them!"
Gohan sighed. This couldn't be good. A pissed off Vegeta was not something he wanted anyone in his class running into and there was only one way to make sure he stayed away. He cringed at the thought, knowing he was going to be sore for a few hours. "What about Mirai play with them and I'll go entertain his highness?" he offered with a small grin. Someone had to make sure Vegeta stayed far away from his class. The last thing he needed was trying to explain how a ball of light could do that much damage.
"Not enough, boy," a gruff voice sounded from the entrance. Everyone whirled around to look at the new comer. A muscle-packed man with hair defying all laws of physics stood in the threshold with a menacing glare. He didn't acknowledge the strangers as he kept his gaze on the spawn of his greatest rival. "I'm taking you and my older brat for some training. Those two are coming too. They could learn something useful." There was no room for argument and the four half-Saiyans turned to Bulma for help. The blue haired woman gave them a sympathetic smile before nodding her head for them to go. All four gave a defeated sigh before following the Saiyan Prince.
I could not resist having Trunks from the future in this. There will be many others making guest appearances and bringing presents in the form of secrets. That should be loads of fun. (: And like I said, the rate I'm updating will probably slow down soon, but I'm determined to never let it go past two weeks between updates. Anyway, let me know what you think so far.
- Skye