Disclaimer—I do not now, nor have I ever owned DB/Z/GT.
A/N—I am sitting here with my little kitty Tibet, typing this much anticipated chapter of Bring Your Father to School Day ::waits for applause:: ::smirk:: Tibet is currently playing with Veggie-chan's hair—did I mention Veggie likes kitties?
Veggie-chan: "Leave me alone you flea-bitten mongrel before I blast you into oblivion!"
Tibet: ::cocks head:: "Meow?"
Frozenflower: "Heh heh, anyway, on with the story!"
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Gohan looked nervously at the costumed human walking across the floor towards him. From a distance, the man had looked like a very convincing Cell, but as he drew closer, it became clear that he more closely resembled an over-grown grasshopper. Apparently Vegeta thought so too, as he was guffawing loudly, not bothering to suppress his laughter.
'Cell' looked at Vegeta warily as he approached the Z-senshi. Putting his hands on his hips, 'Cell' confronted Goku, and with a very un-Cell-like groan said, "Duuuuude! What are you guys DOING?! We were supposed to start this gig like HOURS ago!"
Goku, very true to typical Goku form looked confused.
'Cell' sighed again. "Dude, like we gotta get going now! This is TOTALLY big! I mean, like how many times is there a live reenactment of the Cell Games?!" The clueless 'Cell' continued, unable to sense the rocketing ki levels around him, "We're like, so lucky that Satan's daughter goes to this school man—I mean, we totally get to meet Mr. Satan!"
At this point, all that kept Vegeta from killing 'Cell' was the frying pan in his wife's hand. Nothing, however, was restraining Gohan. Starting slowly from his seat, Gohan advanced on the guileless 'Cell' with murder in his eyes.
"Gohan!"
Gohan paused, considered for a moment, then sat meekly down beside Videl, the holder of his leash. Videl smirked at Bulma proudly—she had every right to—it wasn't just ANY girl that could control the most powerful being in the universe.
Vegeta and Mirai Trunks each let out an evil laugh, and were each rewarded with another goose egg to decorate their heads.
'Cell' looked cluelessly at this exchange then shrugged, "Dudes, whatever, but we gotta get in place—Mr. Satan can't make his entrance until we're all lined up!"
Videl's joy at leashing Gohan was abruptly cut short. "My-my father's here?!" she squeaked, not having caught it the first time.
'Cell's' eyes widened and he dropped worshipfully at Videl's feet, "Dude! You're VIDEL!" 'Cell' reached up, awe-filled, to touch Videl's hand, but was cut off by a low growl from Gohan. Quickly snatching his hand back, 'Cell' went about putting together his cast.
"Ok," he said, pointing at the snickering Krillin, "You dude. You're one," 'Cell' glanced around at the others, quickly picking out Yamcha, Tien, and Mirai Trunks.
'Cell's' gaze stopped on Vegeta who was glaring at 'Cell' balefully, practically BEGGING him to point that painted green finger his way. 'Cell' smiled a little nervously, and pointed at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked. He'd always wanted to kill Cell anyway—this would be almost as enjoyable as the real thing.
An evil gleam filled Vegeta's eyes, and he reached out, already savoring the feel of the weakling's neck beneath his palm, and….. BAM
Ouch. Vegeta learned the hard way what Bulma's place in the divine order of things was, and meekly took his place in line beside the others. Bulma caressed her frying pan lovingly—oh, it was so good to be evil—especially to those who deserved it!
'Cell' looked sympathetically at Piccolo, "Dude, looks like we got the same makeup artist—boy did she go nuts on you though!"
For a second, Gohan was afraid that Piccolo was going to whip out the old eye-lasers, but hearing his old student's pathetic whimper, Piccolo took a deep breath and joined Vegeta, Krillin, Yamcha, Mirai Trunks, and Tien in line.
Gohan felt his heart pounding in his chest as 'Cell' approached Goku. He didn't want this 'presentation' to happen—there was no WAY he wanted his friends, ANY of them to do this, but what other excuse did he have? Maybe everyone would believe that he and his friends had just been practicing for this 'presentation,' today.
*Yeah, that's it,* thought Gohan desperately, trying to ignore the wide- eyed stare Videl was sending his way.
'Cell' approached Goku, "Dude, what's up with the hair? Didn't makeup do their job?"
Goku blinked up at the green-skinned Cell-wannabe, "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?"
'Cell' rolled his eyes, "Dude, it's supposed to be yellow! Don't you know ANYTHING about history?!"
"Oh." Goku thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Ok."
Gohan opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late. Goku was now a Super Saiyan.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, and muttered something about third class baka's, and weak women with frying pans.
BAM
Vegeta shut up.
'Cell' picked himself up off the floor, where Goku's power-up had thrown him and gawked, "DUDE!" *Maybe Mom was right,* Cell thought dazedly, *I should stop taking those shrooms before a gig* Cell shook it off, "Ok. Now which of you little dudes is playing the delivery boy," Cell asked, looking at Goten and Chibi Trunks, relieved that makeup had at least gotten THEIR hair right.
Goten blinked cluelessly up at 'Cell,' and Gohan shot Chibi Trunks a pleading look. Chibi Trunks momentarily considered the mayhem that could be caused, sending Goten, a boy who thought lizards, if given enough attention, would eventually talk back to him, out to play Gohan. It had a deliciously evil flavor to it. On the other hand, Chibi Trunks could probably cause more mischief on purpose than Goten could cause on accident. Chibi Trunks shot Gohan a sweet smile and stepped forward to join the others in line.
Gohan was relieved for a second—only a second. Then, remembering the events of earlier that day, he turned his head to see Chibi Trunks grinning evilly at him.
This was bad.
Gohan allowed his eyes to flicker green, and snarling ferally, went through the motions of a Kamehameha attack without gathering his ki. He shot his fake blast straight at Chibi-Trunks' head. Chibi Trunks paled a bit—he got the message.
'Cell,' along with an annoyed, terrified, freaking-out Videl gazed at Gohan warily. "Oooookaaaaaay," said 'Cell,' backing away a bit.
Bulma tapped Videl on the shoulder, and wordlessly handed over her frying pan. She had a feeling the girl would be needing it more than she would.
As 'Cell' lead Mirai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, Vegeta, Goku, Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo, and Krillin out onto the floor, silence descended over the crowd. Finally, something was happening!
'Cell' lead the others into a huddle, and Gohan, with his keen Saiyan ears, could unfortunately hear every word that was being said.
"Ok dudes, you know how it goes—everyone's seen the reenactment tape right?" asked Cell.
Gohan heard grunts of agreement—Goku's sounded amused—Vegeta's sounded just a bit deadly.
Cell continued, "Well, that's just how we're going to play it. You," he said, pointing to Goku, "are going to fight with me. Then, once I win, Mr. Satan's going to come in and beat me, ok?"
A low growl was coming from Vegeta's throat, but Goku nodded eagerly—this looked kinda fun!
"Ok, here are your weapons," Cell continued, handing them neon yellow guns that shot out brightly colored ping pong balls, "they're neon colored 'cause we can't use explosions and stuff in the school—besides, no one's ever quite been able to figure out how those people did their tricks!"
Krillin shot Yamcha a look then rolled his eyes, and went back to examining his toy gun—it was actually pretty neat—maybe he'd get Marron one…
Gohan ground his teeth as the 'actors' finished their huddle, and followed 'Cell' up to the faculty members in the center of the room.
'Cell' chatted for a moment with the principal, then went to stand alone in the center of the room, while the beaming principal whipped out a microphone. "Hello, testing…" a horrible scream erupted from the sound system, causing the Saiyans and Piccolo to clutch at their ears, which were just about bleeding at this point.
Vegeta looked murderously at the oblivious administrator, but was stopped short by a glare from Bulma, not even needing her mighty pan to quell the proud prince this time. Vegeta fell back in line, and Bulma smirked. The principal continued, "We'd like to welcome you all to 'Bring a Parent to School Day' at Orange Star High School. In honor of your visit," Mr. Brown smiled simperingly at all of the tax payers in his audience, "we've planned several very special treats for you. This assembly will be the biggest treat of all. We are pleased and proud to announce that this afternoon, you will all be privileged to witness the very first live reenactment of the Cell Games, starring the great Mr. Satan himself!"
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then squeals of delight rang out throughout the room. Mr. Satan? THE Mr. Satan?!
"Satan, Satan, SATAN…" the cheer picked up around the room, and Videl and Gohan fidgeted uncomfortably in the stands, as they, Bulma, 18, Goten, and the disgusted Z-Actors, were the only ones who didn't join in. Gohan noted with some amusement, that 'Cell' was cheering as loud as (if not louder than) anyone else.
Mr. Brown acknowledged the cheers, and waved a calming hand at the crowd, "And now, without further ado, I present to you, THE CELL GAMES!"
'Cell' strutted to the center of the ring, looking for all the world like a peacock showing off his tail, "I am CELL," he boomed, "and I will destroy all of you d-" 'Cell' shut his mouth quickly, cutting off the 'dude' that had almost slipped out.
As Gohan watched in horrified fascination, Goku took his cue, "I will defeat you Cell-Monster," said Goku, doing a very good job of mocking himself.
Goku stepped forward, and sent a fake punch towards 'Cell.' Unfortunately, 'Cell' had decided to try and make it look real, and had stepped into Goku's punch.
The little green actor/monster, formerly known as 'Cell' hit the bleachers with a sickening THUMP, cracking several of the supports that held them up.
Goku put a hand to his head and laughed nervously, "Oops. Sorry—can we do that again?" he asked the woozy Cell-mock-up who was just now climbing to his feet.
'Cell' stared at Goku in terror, and looked for a place to run. Chibi Trunks, seeing 'Cell' about to flee, decided to take action.
Zipping around in front of 'Cell' with super-human speed, the floating Chibi grabbed hold of the front of the rubbery plastic costume, "NO! You can't leave! If you go, Gohan's going to kill me! You have to fight Goku so he can let you win and let Mr. Satan take the credit for it," Chibi Trunks exclaimed frantically. Apparently Goten was rubbing off a bit on Chibi Trunks as well, seeing as his face was completely clueless when he looked up at Gohan's outraged gasp.
Erasa blinked at Gohan in confusion, "What did that kid mean, Gohan? Why would Mr. Satan have to 'take credit' for defeating Cell? He did defeat him, didn't he Gohan?"
Mr. Satan, who was standing near the gymnasium entrance, heard the word "Gohan." That was his cue. Bursting through the doors, Mr. Satan let out a mighty roar, "FEAR NOT! Mr. Satan is here, and I will defeat you CELL!"
Mr. Satan got not two steps in the door, when he saw Videl, his little baby, clutching at the shirt of some weak puny little brat who was staring at him in horror. Mr. Satan's eyes grew wide, "VIDEL! What are you doing with that boy—you know you're not—" Mr. Satan cut off, and his eyes grew even wider as he saw the blonde boy floating in the center of the room, clutching at 'Cell's' costume.
Letting out a terrified shriek, Mr. Satan jumped in front of Videl, then, changing his mind, jumped behind her to hide.
Videl was in a state of shock as she felt her father's trembling hands clutching at the back of her shirt, "Daddy, daddy what is it?!" Videl asked urgently.
"It-it's THEM! The ones with the powers—the ones from the Cell games!" Mr. Satan yelped, still trying to hide. Looking at Chibi-Trunks, Mr. Satan grew more and more terrified thinking of this boy's horrific powers, "That kid—he's still the same age he was when he defeated Cell!" Mr. Satan said, pointing one trembling finger and Chibi Trunks.
Videl's eyes widened. Her father hadn't beaten Cell?
*Oh, shit,* Gohan thought resignedly, *There's no way Goten's going to keep his mouth shut—now everyone's going to know that I'm the one who beat Cell!*
Videl's eyes widened to the same extent as her father's as she heard Gohan's thought. Just as predicted, Goten's innocent voice pipped up, "Hey! Trunks didn't beat Cell! Gohan did! He's my big brother," Goten chirruped proudly.
A loud clang resounded throughout the room. Gohan clutched at his aching head painfully. "Gohan," Videl shrieked, just a tiny bit hysterical, "DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE FRICKING SECRETS YOU'D LIKE TO TELL ME?!"
Gohan shook his head. Maybe that last hit had finally jarred something loose, because Gohan chuckled insanely, and stood up. "Yes Videl, in fact I do!"
Stomping to the center of the room, Gohan whirled on his schoolmates, and grinned up at them with wide, dialated eyes. "Hello everyone! You all know me as Son Gohan—but I have some secrets I'd like to tell you!"
Goku looked at his son with worry, and the rest of the Z-senshi slowly backed away. Even Vegeta took a few steps backwards—Kakkarott's brat had clearly gone insane. Looking at his wild eyes and flushed face, Vegeta smirked a bit and decided he liked him better this way.
Gohan's eyes glittered and he began speaking, his entire history spilling wildly from his lips, "Guess what everyone? I'M AN ALIEN! Well, half," he amended—Gohan always did like to tell the truth. "I've been into outer space! I'm so freaking powerful I could blow up this entire star system with no problem if I wanted to!"
Vegeta grinned as Gohan powered up to Super Saiyan—he was beginning to wish the boy was his own.
Gohan powered up further, and began juggling three small ki balls in his hands, "See? This is ki—it's not a trick." Gohan paused for a moment, then with unerring accuracy, tossed one of the small balls at Mr. Satan who had been slinking towards the door. Gohan cocked his head and floated over to the unconscious Mr. Satan.
"Oh, no—Gohan, you killed him!" shouted Goku—he had no idea what was getting into his elder son.
Vegeta grinned, and the Chibi's laughed—it made them happy, at least.
Gohan shook his head and picked up the limp Mr. Satan by the back of his shirt. "Naw, he's not dead," he tilted up Mr. Satan's head so everyone could see the thin trails of smoke still coming off of the man's singed mustache. "He's just knocked out."
Tossing Mr. Satan back to the floor, Gohan walked once more to the center of the room, shrugging off the calming hands of both his father and Krillin as he passed them.
Grinning wildly up at the class, Gohan continued, "Guess what everybody? I killed Cell! Yup, that's right! ME! I also killed my dad in the process," Gohan shot a sad, if still crazed look at his father, then regained his wild smile, "It's alright though—he's alive again!"
Gohan thought for a moment and tapped a finger to his head, "Secrets, secrets, let's see...hmm—OH! I know! Guess what?!" Gohan said, with the air of one who was about to reveal a great secret, "I LOVE VIDEL! Yup, that's right!" Gohan scooped Videl up from the bleachers, seemingly unfazed by the swinging frying pan she held tightly in her grip.
At this news, both Vegeta and Mirai Trunks started laughing. Gohan set Videl to her feet, and calmly ki blasted the giggling father and son duo, sending them flying into Krillin and Yamcha, who were also laughing. Unfazed, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks continued laughing. After a moment of assessment to make sure that they weren't injured, Krillin and Yamcha also resumed their giggle fest.
18 sat in the bleachers next to Bulma and Goten with an unreadable expression on her face. Bulma, however, was laughing uproariously—she found it incredibly amusing—after all, ki blasting friends and family through the walls was a common past time at Capsule Corporation.
Gohan hummed happily, and threw a few more ki blasts at his friends who were still rolling around on the floor with laughter, before walking calmly over to his father, still holding Videl's hand.
Goku would have been laughing himself had the situation not been so serious—to think, Goku had thought all of those years with Vegeta as a male role model hadn't done his son's any harm!
Gohan cleared his throat, and looked at his father, "Hey, dad, I need you to zap me to Kami's lookout!"
Goku was confused for a moment, the seeing the gleam of a plan in Gohan's eyes, he simply shrugged in agreement.
Gohan turned cheerily on Vegeta, "Hey, Veggie-chan! Make sure no one leave alright?"
Vegeta stopped laughing and scowled at the name, but nodded—this was one of the best days of his life, and if the brat wanted to prolong it, that was MORE than fine by him.
Several of the students and teachers who had been inching towards the door stopped abruptly, and letting out little squeaks of terror, fled back to the bleachers as Vegeta turned his gaze on them and growled. Vegeta reveled in their fear a bit—his growl hadn't been this effective in years.
Gohan smirked a little at the display, then letting go of Videl, turned back to his father, "Ok, let's go dad!"
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Gohan almost laughed aloud when he saw the half packed suitcases and hastily abandoned Pina Colada littering the deck of the lookout.
With a gleeful snarl, he zeroed in on Dende's ki. *You're not getting away that easy, bud!*
Dende jumped as a shadow fell across his doorway—he gone back to get his favorite issue of the weekly magazine, "Tricks, Jokes, and Pranks to Pull on Friends and Loved Ones."
Dende gulped, *Maybe I should just have left it behind,* he thought nervously, looking up to see Gohan standing in the doorway.
Gohan smirked wildly, "Hey there, Dende! Long time no see! I need you to come with me somewhere, ok bud?"
Dende cleared his throat nervously, "Heh, sorry Gohan, uhh, lot going on down on earth today and all, I'm afraid I can't make it, heh heh…"
Gohan's eyes hardened and his grin grew wilder, "Oh you're going to make it Dende—remember, I know where New Namek is—you're replaceable."
Dende's eyes bulged, then he gulped and nodded. "Heh, I'm sure Mr. Popo can take over for a little while…"
Gohan's eyes softened again, though his insane grin never faltered, "Good Dende. Good. You made the right choice my friend."
Before the little God had a chance to say another word, he was pulled onto the deck of the lookout, and transported via-Goku back to Orange Star High School with Gohan.
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Excited gasps rang from the crowd, as Goku, Gohan and Dende appeared from thin air. Vegeta was slightly disappointed—he'd already had the pleasure of zapping two trouble making teens. Bulma had only stopped screeching at him when reassured by Piccolo that the boys, Martini Matt and Dustin the Drunkard, as they were known to their peers, were just a bit scorched around the edges.
Gohan looked around as they reappeared in the gymnasium. On the floor, groaning at Piccolo's feet were two of the school trouble-makers—*It looks like Vegeta had himself a little barbecue,* Gohan thought in amusement. He'd never liked those two anyway.
Turning back to look at the crowd, Gohan grabbed Dende in a friendly grasp around the shoulders. "Hi everyone, I'm back! I've brought someone for you to meet! Dende, these are my classmates," Dende gazed pityingly at the shaking horde of white-faced humans, "And class, this is Dende—Dende's earth's God!" Gohan finished cheerily.
Dende smiled shakily under Gohan's grasp, "Heh, nice to meet you all…"
Android 18 quirked an eyebrow as the two blond humans that were sitting down the bench from her gasped.
"Gohan knows GOD?" Erasa gasped, weaving drunkenly.
"Dude…." Sharpener sighed, hitting the floor next to Erasa, thinking how lovely the pretty lights were as he hit his head.
Gohan grinned at the reaction as several hundred bodies hit the floor, and several hundred more stared at him with wide terrified eyes. Gohan gave Dende a hearty slap on the back, and continued, "Dende is now going to erase all of your memories so you will have no idea what has happened!" He continued cheerfully.
Gohan felt a tidal rush of joy and contentment flooding his system. He looked at the room—unconscious students littered the floor. 'Cell,' lay groaning about 'bad trips' next to Mr. Satan whose moustache refused to stop smoldering. Most of the Z-senshi had relieved looks on their faces—most likely relieved that Gohan had a workable plan and wasn't really insane. Aside from the pale shaking masses huddled in the bleachers, the only ones that looked unsatisfied were Goten, who still looked hungry, Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, and Chibi Trunks who all looked slightly put out that Gohan really HADN'T come over to the dark side, and….Dende? Gohan was confused—why would Dende look upset?
Gohan shot Dende a look that said, "What's up?"
Dende gulped and in a small voice said, "I can't erase their memories Gohan."
Gohan was still for several seconds. Not even the rustling of paper filled the gym—absolute silence. This silence was finally broken by a slight snicker from Vegeta.
Gohan blinked twice, and after a long pause, yelped, "WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!"
***Ahh, I hope you liked it! Oww, my wrists hurt! I've been waiting to write this chapter, I hope it turned out up to your expectations! R&R Please!***
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A/N—I am sitting here with my little kitty Tibet, typing this much anticipated chapter of Bring Your Father to School Day ::waits for applause:: ::smirk:: Tibet is currently playing with Veggie-chan's hair—did I mention Veggie likes kitties?
Veggie-chan: "Leave me alone you flea-bitten mongrel before I blast you into oblivion!"
Tibet: ::cocks head:: "Meow?"
Frozenflower: "Heh heh, anyway, on with the story!"
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Gohan looked nervously at the costumed human walking across the floor towards him. From a distance, the man had looked like a very convincing Cell, but as he drew closer, it became clear that he more closely resembled an over-grown grasshopper. Apparently Vegeta thought so too, as he was guffawing loudly, not bothering to suppress his laughter.
'Cell' looked at Vegeta warily as he approached the Z-senshi. Putting his hands on his hips, 'Cell' confronted Goku, and with a very un-Cell-like groan said, "Duuuuude! What are you guys DOING?! We were supposed to start this gig like HOURS ago!"
Goku, very true to typical Goku form looked confused.
'Cell' sighed again. "Dude, like we gotta get going now! This is TOTALLY big! I mean, like how many times is there a live reenactment of the Cell Games?!" The clueless 'Cell' continued, unable to sense the rocketing ki levels around him, "We're like, so lucky that Satan's daughter goes to this school man—I mean, we totally get to meet Mr. Satan!"
At this point, all that kept Vegeta from killing 'Cell' was the frying pan in his wife's hand. Nothing, however, was restraining Gohan. Starting slowly from his seat, Gohan advanced on the guileless 'Cell' with murder in his eyes.
"Gohan!"
Gohan paused, considered for a moment, then sat meekly down beside Videl, the holder of his leash. Videl smirked at Bulma proudly—she had every right to—it wasn't just ANY girl that could control the most powerful being in the universe.
Vegeta and Mirai Trunks each let out an evil laugh, and were each rewarded with another goose egg to decorate their heads.
'Cell' looked cluelessly at this exchange then shrugged, "Dudes, whatever, but we gotta get in place—Mr. Satan can't make his entrance until we're all lined up!"
Videl's joy at leashing Gohan was abruptly cut short. "My-my father's here?!" she squeaked, not having caught it the first time.
'Cell's' eyes widened and he dropped worshipfully at Videl's feet, "Dude! You're VIDEL!" 'Cell' reached up, awe-filled, to touch Videl's hand, but was cut off by a low growl from Gohan. Quickly snatching his hand back, 'Cell' went about putting together his cast.
"Ok," he said, pointing at the snickering Krillin, "You dude. You're one," 'Cell' glanced around at the others, quickly picking out Yamcha, Tien, and Mirai Trunks.
'Cell's' gaze stopped on Vegeta who was glaring at 'Cell' balefully, practically BEGGING him to point that painted green finger his way. 'Cell' smiled a little nervously, and pointed at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked. He'd always wanted to kill Cell anyway—this would be almost as enjoyable as the real thing.
An evil gleam filled Vegeta's eyes, and he reached out, already savoring the feel of the weakling's neck beneath his palm, and….. BAM
Ouch. Vegeta learned the hard way what Bulma's place in the divine order of things was, and meekly took his place in line beside the others. Bulma caressed her frying pan lovingly—oh, it was so good to be evil—especially to those who deserved it!
'Cell' looked sympathetically at Piccolo, "Dude, looks like we got the same makeup artist—boy did she go nuts on you though!"
For a second, Gohan was afraid that Piccolo was going to whip out the old eye-lasers, but hearing his old student's pathetic whimper, Piccolo took a deep breath and joined Vegeta, Krillin, Yamcha, Mirai Trunks, and Tien in line.
Gohan felt his heart pounding in his chest as 'Cell' approached Goku. He didn't want this 'presentation' to happen—there was no WAY he wanted his friends, ANY of them to do this, but what other excuse did he have? Maybe everyone would believe that he and his friends had just been practicing for this 'presentation,' today.
*Yeah, that's it,* thought Gohan desperately, trying to ignore the wide- eyed stare Videl was sending his way.
'Cell' approached Goku, "Dude, what's up with the hair? Didn't makeup do their job?"
Goku blinked up at the green-skinned Cell-wannabe, "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?"
'Cell' rolled his eyes, "Dude, it's supposed to be yellow! Don't you know ANYTHING about history?!"
"Oh." Goku thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Ok."
Gohan opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late. Goku was now a Super Saiyan.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, and muttered something about third class baka's, and weak women with frying pans.
BAM
Vegeta shut up.
'Cell' picked himself up off the floor, where Goku's power-up had thrown him and gawked, "DUDE!" *Maybe Mom was right,* Cell thought dazedly, *I should stop taking those shrooms before a gig* Cell shook it off, "Ok. Now which of you little dudes is playing the delivery boy," Cell asked, looking at Goten and Chibi Trunks, relieved that makeup had at least gotten THEIR hair right.
Goten blinked cluelessly up at 'Cell,' and Gohan shot Chibi Trunks a pleading look. Chibi Trunks momentarily considered the mayhem that could be caused, sending Goten, a boy who thought lizards, if given enough attention, would eventually talk back to him, out to play Gohan. It had a deliciously evil flavor to it. On the other hand, Chibi Trunks could probably cause more mischief on purpose than Goten could cause on accident. Chibi Trunks shot Gohan a sweet smile and stepped forward to join the others in line.
Gohan was relieved for a second—only a second. Then, remembering the events of earlier that day, he turned his head to see Chibi Trunks grinning evilly at him.
This was bad.
Gohan allowed his eyes to flicker green, and snarling ferally, went through the motions of a Kamehameha attack without gathering his ki. He shot his fake blast straight at Chibi-Trunks' head. Chibi Trunks paled a bit—he got the message.
'Cell,' along with an annoyed, terrified, freaking-out Videl gazed at Gohan warily. "Oooookaaaaaay," said 'Cell,' backing away a bit.
Bulma tapped Videl on the shoulder, and wordlessly handed over her frying pan. She had a feeling the girl would be needing it more than she would.
As 'Cell' lead Mirai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, Vegeta, Goku, Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo, and Krillin out onto the floor, silence descended over the crowd. Finally, something was happening!
'Cell' lead the others into a huddle, and Gohan, with his keen Saiyan ears, could unfortunately hear every word that was being said.
"Ok dudes, you know how it goes—everyone's seen the reenactment tape right?" asked Cell.
Gohan heard grunts of agreement—Goku's sounded amused—Vegeta's sounded just a bit deadly.
Cell continued, "Well, that's just how we're going to play it. You," he said, pointing to Goku, "are going to fight with me. Then, once I win, Mr. Satan's going to come in and beat me, ok?"
A low growl was coming from Vegeta's throat, but Goku nodded eagerly—this looked kinda fun!
"Ok, here are your weapons," Cell continued, handing them neon yellow guns that shot out brightly colored ping pong balls, "they're neon colored 'cause we can't use explosions and stuff in the school—besides, no one's ever quite been able to figure out how those people did their tricks!"
Krillin shot Yamcha a look then rolled his eyes, and went back to examining his toy gun—it was actually pretty neat—maybe he'd get Marron one…
Gohan ground his teeth as the 'actors' finished their huddle, and followed 'Cell' up to the faculty members in the center of the room.
'Cell' chatted for a moment with the principal, then went to stand alone in the center of the room, while the beaming principal whipped out a microphone. "Hello, testing…" a horrible scream erupted from the sound system, causing the Saiyans and Piccolo to clutch at their ears, which were just about bleeding at this point.
Vegeta looked murderously at the oblivious administrator, but was stopped short by a glare from Bulma, not even needing her mighty pan to quell the proud prince this time. Vegeta fell back in line, and Bulma smirked. The principal continued, "We'd like to welcome you all to 'Bring a Parent to School Day' at Orange Star High School. In honor of your visit," Mr. Brown smiled simperingly at all of the tax payers in his audience, "we've planned several very special treats for you. This assembly will be the biggest treat of all. We are pleased and proud to announce that this afternoon, you will all be privileged to witness the very first live reenactment of the Cell Games, starring the great Mr. Satan himself!"
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then squeals of delight rang out throughout the room. Mr. Satan? THE Mr. Satan?!
"Satan, Satan, SATAN…" the cheer picked up around the room, and Videl and Gohan fidgeted uncomfortably in the stands, as they, Bulma, 18, Goten, and the disgusted Z-Actors, were the only ones who didn't join in. Gohan noted with some amusement, that 'Cell' was cheering as loud as (if not louder than) anyone else.
Mr. Brown acknowledged the cheers, and waved a calming hand at the crowd, "And now, without further ado, I present to you, THE CELL GAMES!"
'Cell' strutted to the center of the ring, looking for all the world like a peacock showing off his tail, "I am CELL," he boomed, "and I will destroy all of you d-" 'Cell' shut his mouth quickly, cutting off the 'dude' that had almost slipped out.
As Gohan watched in horrified fascination, Goku took his cue, "I will defeat you Cell-Monster," said Goku, doing a very good job of mocking himself.
Goku stepped forward, and sent a fake punch towards 'Cell.' Unfortunately, 'Cell' had decided to try and make it look real, and had stepped into Goku's punch.
The little green actor/monster, formerly known as 'Cell' hit the bleachers with a sickening THUMP, cracking several of the supports that held them up.
Goku put a hand to his head and laughed nervously, "Oops. Sorry—can we do that again?" he asked the woozy Cell-mock-up who was just now climbing to his feet.
'Cell' stared at Goku in terror, and looked for a place to run. Chibi Trunks, seeing 'Cell' about to flee, decided to take action.
Zipping around in front of 'Cell' with super-human speed, the floating Chibi grabbed hold of the front of the rubbery plastic costume, "NO! You can't leave! If you go, Gohan's going to kill me! You have to fight Goku so he can let you win and let Mr. Satan take the credit for it," Chibi Trunks exclaimed frantically. Apparently Goten was rubbing off a bit on Chibi Trunks as well, seeing as his face was completely clueless when he looked up at Gohan's outraged gasp.
Erasa blinked at Gohan in confusion, "What did that kid mean, Gohan? Why would Mr. Satan have to 'take credit' for defeating Cell? He did defeat him, didn't he Gohan?"
Mr. Satan, who was standing near the gymnasium entrance, heard the word "Gohan." That was his cue. Bursting through the doors, Mr. Satan let out a mighty roar, "FEAR NOT! Mr. Satan is here, and I will defeat you CELL!"
Mr. Satan got not two steps in the door, when he saw Videl, his little baby, clutching at the shirt of some weak puny little brat who was staring at him in horror. Mr. Satan's eyes grew wide, "VIDEL! What are you doing with that boy—you know you're not—" Mr. Satan cut off, and his eyes grew even wider as he saw the blonde boy floating in the center of the room, clutching at 'Cell's' costume.
Letting out a terrified shriek, Mr. Satan jumped in front of Videl, then, changing his mind, jumped behind her to hide.
Videl was in a state of shock as she felt her father's trembling hands clutching at the back of her shirt, "Daddy, daddy what is it?!" Videl asked urgently.
"It-it's THEM! The ones with the powers—the ones from the Cell games!" Mr. Satan yelped, still trying to hide. Looking at Chibi-Trunks, Mr. Satan grew more and more terrified thinking of this boy's horrific powers, "That kid—he's still the same age he was when he defeated Cell!" Mr. Satan said, pointing one trembling finger and Chibi Trunks.
Videl's eyes widened. Her father hadn't beaten Cell?
*Oh, shit,* Gohan thought resignedly, *There's no way Goten's going to keep his mouth shut—now everyone's going to know that I'm the one who beat Cell!*
Videl's eyes widened to the same extent as her father's as she heard Gohan's thought. Just as predicted, Goten's innocent voice pipped up, "Hey! Trunks didn't beat Cell! Gohan did! He's my big brother," Goten chirruped proudly.
A loud clang resounded throughout the room. Gohan clutched at his aching head painfully. "Gohan," Videl shrieked, just a tiny bit hysterical, "DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE FRICKING SECRETS YOU'D LIKE TO TELL ME?!"
Gohan shook his head. Maybe that last hit had finally jarred something loose, because Gohan chuckled insanely, and stood up. "Yes Videl, in fact I do!"
Stomping to the center of the room, Gohan whirled on his schoolmates, and grinned up at them with wide, dialated eyes. "Hello everyone! You all know me as Son Gohan—but I have some secrets I'd like to tell you!"
Goku looked at his son with worry, and the rest of the Z-senshi slowly backed away. Even Vegeta took a few steps backwards—Kakkarott's brat had clearly gone insane. Looking at his wild eyes and flushed face, Vegeta smirked a bit and decided he liked him better this way.
Gohan's eyes glittered and he began speaking, his entire history spilling wildly from his lips, "Guess what everyone? I'M AN ALIEN! Well, half," he amended—Gohan always did like to tell the truth. "I've been into outer space! I'm so freaking powerful I could blow up this entire star system with no problem if I wanted to!"
Vegeta grinned as Gohan powered up to Super Saiyan—he was beginning to wish the boy was his own.
Gohan powered up further, and began juggling three small ki balls in his hands, "See? This is ki—it's not a trick." Gohan paused for a moment, then with unerring accuracy, tossed one of the small balls at Mr. Satan who had been slinking towards the door. Gohan cocked his head and floated over to the unconscious Mr. Satan.
"Oh, no—Gohan, you killed him!" shouted Goku—he had no idea what was getting into his elder son.
Vegeta grinned, and the Chibi's laughed—it made them happy, at least.
Gohan shook his head and picked up the limp Mr. Satan by the back of his shirt. "Naw, he's not dead," he tilted up Mr. Satan's head so everyone could see the thin trails of smoke still coming off of the man's singed mustache. "He's just knocked out."
Tossing Mr. Satan back to the floor, Gohan walked once more to the center of the room, shrugging off the calming hands of both his father and Krillin as he passed them.
Grinning wildly up at the class, Gohan continued, "Guess what everybody? I killed Cell! Yup, that's right! ME! I also killed my dad in the process," Gohan shot a sad, if still crazed look at his father, then regained his wild smile, "It's alright though—he's alive again!"
Gohan thought for a moment and tapped a finger to his head, "Secrets, secrets, let's see...hmm—OH! I know! Guess what?!" Gohan said, with the air of one who was about to reveal a great secret, "I LOVE VIDEL! Yup, that's right!" Gohan scooped Videl up from the bleachers, seemingly unfazed by the swinging frying pan she held tightly in her grip.
At this news, both Vegeta and Mirai Trunks started laughing. Gohan set Videl to her feet, and calmly ki blasted the giggling father and son duo, sending them flying into Krillin and Yamcha, who were also laughing. Unfazed, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks continued laughing. After a moment of assessment to make sure that they weren't injured, Krillin and Yamcha also resumed their giggle fest.
18 sat in the bleachers next to Bulma and Goten with an unreadable expression on her face. Bulma, however, was laughing uproariously—she found it incredibly amusing—after all, ki blasting friends and family through the walls was a common past time at Capsule Corporation.
Gohan hummed happily, and threw a few more ki blasts at his friends who were still rolling around on the floor with laughter, before walking calmly over to his father, still holding Videl's hand.
Goku would have been laughing himself had the situation not been so serious—to think, Goku had thought all of those years with Vegeta as a male role model hadn't done his son's any harm!
Gohan cleared his throat, and looked at his father, "Hey, dad, I need you to zap me to Kami's lookout!"
Goku was confused for a moment, the seeing the gleam of a plan in Gohan's eyes, he simply shrugged in agreement.
Gohan turned cheerily on Vegeta, "Hey, Veggie-chan! Make sure no one leave alright?"
Vegeta stopped laughing and scowled at the name, but nodded—this was one of the best days of his life, and if the brat wanted to prolong it, that was MORE than fine by him.
Several of the students and teachers who had been inching towards the door stopped abruptly, and letting out little squeaks of terror, fled back to the bleachers as Vegeta turned his gaze on them and growled. Vegeta reveled in their fear a bit—his growl hadn't been this effective in years.
Gohan smirked a little at the display, then letting go of Videl, turned back to his father, "Ok, let's go dad!"
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Gohan almost laughed aloud when he saw the half packed suitcases and hastily abandoned Pina Colada littering the deck of the lookout.
With a gleeful snarl, he zeroed in on Dende's ki. *You're not getting away that easy, bud!*
Dende jumped as a shadow fell across his doorway—he gone back to get his favorite issue of the weekly magazine, "Tricks, Jokes, and Pranks to Pull on Friends and Loved Ones."
Dende gulped, *Maybe I should just have left it behind,* he thought nervously, looking up to see Gohan standing in the doorway.
Gohan smirked wildly, "Hey there, Dende! Long time no see! I need you to come with me somewhere, ok bud?"
Dende cleared his throat nervously, "Heh, sorry Gohan, uhh, lot going on down on earth today and all, I'm afraid I can't make it, heh heh…"
Gohan's eyes hardened and his grin grew wilder, "Oh you're going to make it Dende—remember, I know where New Namek is—you're replaceable."
Dende's eyes bulged, then he gulped and nodded. "Heh, I'm sure Mr. Popo can take over for a little while…"
Gohan's eyes softened again, though his insane grin never faltered, "Good Dende. Good. You made the right choice my friend."
Before the little God had a chance to say another word, he was pulled onto the deck of the lookout, and transported via-Goku back to Orange Star High School with Gohan.
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Excited gasps rang from the crowd, as Goku, Gohan and Dende appeared from thin air. Vegeta was slightly disappointed—he'd already had the pleasure of zapping two trouble making teens. Bulma had only stopped screeching at him when reassured by Piccolo that the boys, Martini Matt and Dustin the Drunkard, as they were known to their peers, were just a bit scorched around the edges.
Gohan looked around as they reappeared in the gymnasium. On the floor, groaning at Piccolo's feet were two of the school trouble-makers—*It looks like Vegeta had himself a little barbecue,* Gohan thought in amusement. He'd never liked those two anyway.
Turning back to look at the crowd, Gohan grabbed Dende in a friendly grasp around the shoulders. "Hi everyone, I'm back! I've brought someone for you to meet! Dende, these are my classmates," Dende gazed pityingly at the shaking horde of white-faced humans, "And class, this is Dende—Dende's earth's God!" Gohan finished cheerily.
Dende smiled shakily under Gohan's grasp, "Heh, nice to meet you all…"
Android 18 quirked an eyebrow as the two blond humans that were sitting down the bench from her gasped.
"Gohan knows GOD?" Erasa gasped, weaving drunkenly.
"Dude…." Sharpener sighed, hitting the floor next to Erasa, thinking how lovely the pretty lights were as he hit his head.
Gohan grinned at the reaction as several hundred bodies hit the floor, and several hundred more stared at him with wide terrified eyes. Gohan gave Dende a hearty slap on the back, and continued, "Dende is now going to erase all of your memories so you will have no idea what has happened!" He continued cheerfully.
Gohan felt a tidal rush of joy and contentment flooding his system. He looked at the room—unconscious students littered the floor. 'Cell,' lay groaning about 'bad trips' next to Mr. Satan whose moustache refused to stop smoldering. Most of the Z-senshi had relieved looks on their faces—most likely relieved that Gohan had a workable plan and wasn't really insane. Aside from the pale shaking masses huddled in the bleachers, the only ones that looked unsatisfied were Goten, who still looked hungry, Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, and Chibi Trunks who all looked slightly put out that Gohan really HADN'T come over to the dark side, and….Dende? Gohan was confused—why would Dende look upset?
Gohan shot Dende a look that said, "What's up?"
Dende gulped and in a small voice said, "I can't erase their memories Gohan."
Gohan was still for several seconds. Not even the rustling of paper filled the gym—absolute silence. This silence was finally broken by a slight snicker from Vegeta.
Gohan blinked twice, and after a long pause, yelped, "WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!"
***Ahh, I hope you liked it! Oww, my wrists hurt! I've been waiting to write this chapter, I hope it turned out up to your expectations! R&R Please!***
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