Chapter 7:

Fourteen-year-old Mika stood dressed in a T-shirt and pants in front of her mother and brother. One word crossed her mind: school. High school to be exact. You see, even though she was two years younger than Gohan, she was still in the same class as him. She looked old enough, and she could maybe pass for his twin.

Mika was now a muscular, finely toned girl with long black hair that she kept in a ponytail. Her eyes held wisdom and experience, and her body was slim. She was smart for her age; taking a little of Chi-Chi and a little of Goku. And now she was ready to face the world.

"Old fashioned way?" she asked her brother.

"Always," he said, and they launched into the air, feeling free. Mika loved the goofy smile on her brother's face. It made her laugh all the time. She smiled, feeling free as the mist of the clouds touched her face.

Gohan had stopped training a couple years ago, but training with Vegeta had made Mika a lot stronger than Gohan, and he didn't seem to mind (much).

"Hey, look," Gohan said, pointing to a bank that was flanked by police cars and men. "What do you think's going on?"

Mika shrugged, and the two went Super Saiyan, descending to investigate. Mika furtively cracked her knuckles.

Mika heard robbery, and that was all she needed. She kicked a man in a black beanie, who was holding a woman by her neck. She grabbed the woman.

"Watch out!" she heard a man yell, and she heard a shotgun. She turned around and caught the bullet, facing the man who had shot it, now cowering in fear.

"I'm gonna enjoy this way more than I should," Mika grinned, and flicked the bullet right back at him. She turned back around as she heard the THUD. "Are you okay?" she asked the woman.

The woman nodded, dumbfounded.

Mika grinned and saw Gohan, surrounded by a bunch of unconscious robbers, grinning at her. So he had done his share, too.

Mika powered down and left the premises. "Come on, Gohan," she called, but she saw him being confronted by a girl in black pigtails and blue eyes.

She walked over. "Gohan? We're gonna be late for school."

The girl looked at her snidely. "And just who do you think you are?"

"Son Mika," Mika said in a friendly manner. "Who are you?"

"You should know who I am," said the girl, rolling her eyes.

"Sadly, I don't," said Mika, getting annoyed. "But maybe that's a good thing."

"You don't know who you're messing with!"

"At least I'm pretty sure what species it is!"

"Hey," said Gohan, ever clueless. "We're all friends, right?"

"NO!" yelled the two girls.

"Gohan, let's go," Mika urged. "We're gonna be late for school. And we don't need to waste out time here."

"Sure thing, Mika," Gohan said, and the two ran off.

Videl stared after them. She had noticed the Orange Star High School badge on their shirts and the shirts of the Gold Fighters that had just appeared. Hmm...

"Class," said the teacher, "This is Son Gohan and Son Mika. Both scored perfect scores on their entry exams."

"Yo, bro," shouted out one of the boys. "Smoking hot sis!"

Videl smirked as Mika's eyes welled up with tears and Gohan looked angry.

"Class!" the teacher was appalled. "Calm yourselves, at once! Gohan and Mika, you two can choose seats."

"Yoo-hoo!" shouted a blond girl with bright blue eyes. "Come sit over here, you two!"

Without much of a choice, they did.

"This is Videl," said the girl. "She's the daughter of the strongest man in the world, the one who beat Cell. Mr. Satan!"

Mika couldn't help but snort, and Videl glared at her.

"I'm Erasa," said the girl, "and this is Sharpener. He's a student of Mr. Satan."

Mika nodded. "Pleased to meet you, Erasa," she said, extending her hand. Gohan did the same.

"How nice!" Erasa squealed. "Hey, where do you guys commute from?"

"439 Mountain Area," Gohan said absently.

"What!" Erasa yelled. Videl's interest was piqued.

"Hey," said the teacher sharply, "I do not tolerate distractions in my class, Erasa."

"Yes sir," Erasa said meekly.

"Anyway," said the teacher. "We will start off today by learning about the Cell Games."

"What?" Mika's heart was in her throat. She couldn't live the horror again. Never again.

"And we will be watching the video, courtesy of Videl's father."

Mika let a small noise escape her throat and the teacher put the tape into the VCR.

The movie began playing with Mr. Satan laughing at Cell, and then his pitiful defeat. It showed Goku's fight, and Mika squeaked when she heard her father say, "Gohan!"

The whole class turned to look at Gohan and Mika as her father shouted, "Mika!" The teacher paused the video.

"I-I have to go!" Mika said suddenly, grabbing Gohan's arm and dragging him with her to the roof.

"We've been exposed!" Mika hissed. "they know now."

"Actually they don't," said Videl, who had followed them. "Knowing them, they didn't put two and two together."

Mika frowned. "Why did you follow us?"

"Because I have a preposition for you."

Gohan's eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"I won't tell the class a word IF you teach me how to fight like you."

"Sorry," Mika said a bit too cheerfully. "Can't be done. Takes years and years of training to be able to achieve that."

Videl glared. "Then teach me how to fly. And enter the Tenkaichi Budokai."

Mika was about to object, but Gohan interrupted. "We would love to," he said. "Right, sis?" he hissed.

Mika rolled her eyes. "Sure. Fine. Whatever."

"Good. With my skills I could persuade them that it isn't real." She turned to leave, but turned back again. "Oh, and by the way, Mika, I bet I could beat you in any fight. My Papa saved the world. He's an H-E-R-O."

"Yeah," said Mika. "Well you're an A-S-"

"Mika, stop," Gohan put a hand in front of her, and Videl sneered. There was a flicker of a yellow aura around Mika, but that was it.

"Why do we have to teach her?" Mika complained.

"To get her off our backs."

Mika a Gohan returned to class with fake smiles plastered upon their faces. Some kids glanced at them, but that was it.

The teacher resumed class.

"OK," Mika said, "Next is gym."

Her mother had told her to wear a bra from now on since she was old enough. Mika didn't understand why; she never had before. Oh, well. She shrugged and slipped off her clothes.

"Whoa!" Erasa squeaked. "What diet are you on? I need to get a body like that!"

Mika blushed. "N-no diet," she said shyly. "I couldn't handle a diet." She slipped on a tighter fitting T-shirt and shorts.

Videl stared. All the girls were huddled around Mika, admiring how smart she was and how pretty she was and how sweet she was. Ugh. They should be admiring her.

The girls stepped out onto the field; the boys were already there.

"OK," said the gym teacher. "We're going to play baseball today."

"What's baseball?" Wondered Mika. Gohan laughed and rumpled her hair.

"Don't worry squirt, I'll help ya."

"Thanks."

Videl's frown deepened.

Videl and Sharpener were team captains. "Okay," Videl said slyly, "Gohan, you're on my team."

"Mika," said Sharpener, "You're on mine."

Mika let out a squeak. Crap! She thought.

The students, after being picked, went off to their positions. Mika stood, her bat to the side, wondering what to do.

"You hit the ball, Dumbo!" Videl yelled.

Tears sprang into Mika's eyes as the ball came straight forward. "Hey!" said Videl. "Hit the ball!"

Mika punched the ball angrily. How dare it interrupt her thoughts?

The ball exploded.

Everyone's jaws(except for Gohan's) were halfway to the ground. "C-coach?" Videl stuttered. "W-what happens if you break the ball?"

The Coach's eyes were wide. "I really don't know."

Cooking class was next, and Mika became Gohan's shadow, for fear of humiliation again. Videl glared at this. She had wanted to be Gohan's cooking partner.

She watched angrily as Gohan laughed, tousling Mika's hair.

"I told you not to call me squirt," Mika said, grinning.

"I dunno," Gohan said. "Fits you."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Gohan."

"Ugh!"

Squirt? Videl wondered. But they're twins.

She had to get to the bottom of this.

Videl and Erasa's cooking results were disastrous. Gohan and Mika's was beautiful. "It's from cooking experience in the country," Gohan explained.

As she and Gohan prepared to leave the room, Videl shouted, "Hey! Thought you could back out of our deal? This's the last class, y'know."

"We're aware," Mika said calmly. "And exactly what does it mean?"

"It means," Videl said, exasperated that they had forgotten already. "You have to teach me how to fly."

"Oh," said Gohan flatly, meaning he obviously didn't want to. "Okay, then."

"So where's your jet-copter? You can't be fast enough to be able to fly ho-" Videl was silenced and Mika picked her up by her arms (they were now outside) and lifted her as she flew as if she were nothing. "Unbelievable," Videl murmured. "I'm so high up!"

Mika rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was doing this. And for Gohan, too! She sighed and managed to gather all her willpower not to drop her.

"You'd better not drop me," Videl hissed, "Or my Papa will have your head.

"Oh," Mika groaned. "I'm so scared. Whatever will I do? However will I escape?"

Gohan couldn't help but snicker. Only a little.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Videl, ready to put up a fight.

Gohan zoomed ahead. "Gohan!" Mika cried. "Don't leave me with her!"

"Sorry!" She heard Gohan in the distance. "Every man for himself!"

"Ugh," Mika groaned. Videl glowered.

"I'm gonna speed up, OK?" Mika said. Without waiting for an answer, she accelerated, her aura blazing, and zoomed off; Videl's screams could be heard through the afternoon sky.

When Mika reached her home, she saw Gohan and Goten standing there, big evil grins on their faces. Gohan and Goten were in their training gis, and Mika left to go change into hers.

"What's with the little squirt?" Asked Videl.

"Oh, he's going to be training, too. He's learning to fly. Right, Goten?"

"Yeah!" said the child, giving a big grin.

"Don't you think it'll be too much on the little guy?" wondered Videl.

"He'll be fine," Gohan said, "He's had a lot of training experience."

Mika came back out. "Hey," she said to Gohan. "I tried out some new clothes. What do you think?"

She was wearing a blue spandex tank-top that came to the middle of her midriff, showing off her abs, and blackish-gray spandex capris.

Now, Mika was an innocent, quite naïve girl who didn't really know what modesty was quite yet. So she didn't know the clothes were a bit skimpy for her mother's taste.

"Nice," Gohan complimented. "It'll say out of your way in a fight. Good thinking, Mika."

"Thanks," Mika answered. "Goten's gonna learn to fly, too?"

"Yep," said Gohan. "I figured it was about time."

"Yeah!" said Goten. "I'm gonna be as strong as you guys!"

"Great!"

Videl was feeling very left out. "HEY!" she yelled furiously. "I'm here, too, you know!"

"Oh," said Gohan. "Sorry."

Mika frowned.

"Okay, Videl," said Gohan. "Let's see your chi."

"What's that?" Videl asked. Mika snorted and Videl glared.

"Um..." Gohan was at a loss for words. He'd never had to actually explain chi. "Well...it's like the energy that you can, um, feel in your body-"

"Who are you to talk about my body?" Videl exploded. Mika rolled her eyes.

"It's like this," she said, shooting a relatively small chi blast at an enormous mountain, causing it to explode.

"Yep!" Gohan said. "Thanks, Squirt."

Mika smiled.

"B-but...it's a trick! Papa told me!" Videl said.

"Your Papa's an idiot," Mika said under her breath.

"No, it's all real," Gohan said, getting frustrated. "If you refuse to believe it, you can get into your fancy—schmancy helicopter and leave, because if you can't control chi you'll never be able to fly. We have training to do, and we can't waste time."

Videl stared, shocked. Nobody but nobody spoke to her like that. But Gohan's face was serious.

"Well, fine," she blustered. "I don't need your help. Yeah, I'll learn how to fly by myself! Without all your stupid tricks. And by tomorrow, I'll be high in the sky, even higher than you two." She threw down her capsule. "You just wait."

Mika smiled. "Ten bucks says she'll be back tomorrow."

"Definitely. Come on, Goten, let's teach you how to fly!"

And as Videl was fuming, flying home in her copter, she could see little Goten flying right next to her.

Me: What do you think? Hm? Hm?

Videl: I think it was horrible.

Me: Only because I was bashing you. Never liked you anyway.

Videl: How rude!

Me: ...ANYWAY... R&R, peeps! And I freaking don't own DBZ.

Vegeta: Darn right you don't.

Me: (holding Frying Pan of Doom) 'Scuse you?

Vegeta: Sorry, sorry! R&R, peeps!