Chapter 10

Bulma blew out smoke from her mouth, cigarette in hand. "So basically, you don't want people to recognize you?" She asked after Gohan explained his situation.

Her godson nodded, "Yeah, I just don't want my new friends to think I'm weird because I'm fighting crime." He smiled pleadingly, "You think you can help me, Bulma?"

"Well now, you could always not fight the bad guys," The blue haired woman retorted.

Pan snorted, "Please. That's like telling him he could only eat one plate for dinner."

Bulma chuckled amusedly, "I guess playing the hero is too much in your blood as is eating like a cave man. So I'll just have to make you a disguise then."

"Alright," Gohan cheered happily. "You really think you could do it?"

"Gohan, remember you're talking to a girl who designs and builds space capsules for a living," She smiled. "I don't think a crime fighter costume is out of my league."

"Thanks Bulma, you're the best," The boy said gratefully. "This is gonna make school so much easier now."

"Don't mention it."

"Oh and do you happen to know where Trunks is? Would you mind if I hung out with him while you're working on it?"

"Sure," She pointed her thumb to the back. "Just go on back to the gravity room. Last I checked, he was still training with Vegeta."

Gohan blinked confusedly, "Isn't he kinda young?"

"That's what I said, but Vegeta said if you can walk, you can train. He's just so dead set on making Trunks stronger than you."

Gohan chuckled nervously, "Well isn't that nice."

Bulma shooed him away before turning to Pan, "Do you need one too, Pan?"

Pan waved her hands wildly, "Oh no, Gohan can fight all the crime he wants. I think I'll just stick to the somewhat normal life. But hey, I'll stay and chat while you're working on it."

"Great," Bulma smiled. "We can have a little girl talk. Come on." They walked to her lab. Once they were in, she started working. "So how is it going to school with your dad?"

Pan looked startled but she wasn't surprised; it was only a matter of time that someone would find out. She cleared her throat shakily, "How'd you know?'

Bulma snorted, "It doesn't take a genius to figure out your Gohan's daughter. You're a saiyan; you were either Vegeta's or Goku's daughter. Goku died before even Goten was born and you look nothing like Vegeta. I assume your father took something that made him a full saiyan so when he had you, you came out half saiyan."

The girl nodded in awe, "Yeah, that's it. Who else knows?"

"Vegeta knows because he said your ki seemed more like Gohan's than Goku's. Chi-Chi knows, that's why she treats you like you're one of her own. Then again, you are one of her own."

Pan chuckled lightly, "I was wondering why that was."

"Have you met your mother yet? Has Gohan met her?" Bulma asked seriously.

Pan nodded, "Yeah, she goes to the school we're going to."

"Really?" The scientist asked excitedly. "Who is she? Oh, I have to tell Chi-Chi."

The dark haired girl stood abruptly, waving her hands, "No, please Bulma. I think it's best if no one knows who my mother is. Bardock would be furious if I told anyone. He hasn't even told Grandpa Goku."

"Bardock?" Bulma questioned with a furrowed brow.

"My brother," The saiyan clarified. "He was supposed to be the only one to come to this timeline, but I snuck on because I thought it was unfair. He went to the otherworld to be trained by King Kai, but Grandpa Goku took Cell over there and they all died. That's the reason why he's not here right now. The reason I can't go back is because the time machine was a one way trip. Have you been working on it?"

Bulma nodded, "Oh yeah, it just needs a few adjustments to start running again, but I'll have it some more to get you and your brother back to your original timeline."

Pan smiled gratefully, "Thanks Bulma, you're the best." Her smile drooped slightly, "It's times like these where I regret coming because I really do miss Mama and Papa."

Bulma rubbed her shoulder sympathetically, "I'm sure they miss you and your brother too." She picked up the watch she had finished. "Now come on, let's go get your father his disguise."

Moments later, Gohan had the watch on his wrist as he stared at it intriguingly as Trunks stared in awe. "There you go, Gohan," Bulma said.

"So I just press this button to make it work?" The teenager asked.

"That's it," Bulma replied.

"Awesome," Trunks said. "Can I have one too, Mom?"

Gohan pressed the button and clothes suddenly materialized on him. He had on black spandex, a green tunic, boots, gloves, a red cape, and an obnoxious orange helmet. Pan hid her sniggers.

The young man laughed as he stared at his reflection, "This is just amazing."

"Does it fit?"

"Yeah, why," Gohan grinned and struck a pose. "It's a super fit."

Trunks stared at the older boy disbelievingly, "No Mom, I don't need one."

Pan snorted amusedly, going up to him, "Can I just put in some adjustments?" She took off the helmet, much to Gohan's chagrin.

"But Pan," He protested. "The helmet conceals my identity."

"Just go super saiyan. You already showed up as the Gold Fighter. Another disguise and people will start to get suspicious."

Gohan contemplated on what she said, "You're probably right. I just hope I don't draw too much attention." He transformed into a super saiyan.

She clapped, "See, now that looks better."

Once they saw the sun setting, they said their goodbye and took off to the sky. "Look," Gohan said, pointing to the city below. "We're passing over Satan City." A thought struck him. "Hey, if I go make an appearance in my new suit, maybe that'll get people off my back."

Pan frowned, "I don't know, Gohan. You sure that's a good idea?"

Her father shrugged, "It can't hurt to try." He clicked the red button on his watch and turned into a super saiyan. He gasped when he noticed a car speeding down the street, way beyond the speed limit. "Crazy driver," He charged down there.

"Wait, Gohan," Pan followed after him.

"Stop you fiend!" He yelled and Pan just wanted a hole to swallow her up. She should really talk to her father about that.

Gohan landed in the middle of the street causing the car to stop abruptly in front of him. "What kind a meat head are you?!" The skinny driver exclaimed indignantly, "Get out of the way!"

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" The chunky one said.

"It is you should be more careful, use your-"

"Okay, sir," Pan walked up next to Gohan. She leaned in to whisper, "If you want to sound intimidating, maybe you should stop talking."

Gohan clenched his jaw but nodded slightly. The people stepped out of their vehicle angrily, "Who do you think you are? You got a name for yourself boy?"

Gohan blinked slowly, putting a hand to his chin. His eyes lit up suddenly, and Pan held his arm so he wouldn't embarrass himself more, "I," He said in a faux hero voice. "Am the Great Saiyaman." Oh god, he was going to need all the help he could get.

Both men laughed obnoxiously. "What the heck kind of name is that?" The skinny one managed between his laughs.

The super saiyan growled, and Pan could sense he was finally doing some good for his character, "Stop laughing!" He stomped his foot into the ground, damaging it beyond repair.

The two men went back to their car frighteningly. "We're sorry, Mr. Saiyaman."

"You have a good day." They drove off quickly but carefully.

Gohan smiled triumphantly as Pan resisted the urge weep hysterically.

Minutes later, they made it home with Gohan still in his suit. Chi-Chi didn't take too kindly to it. "Really Gohan, your first day of school and you already look like a hooligan. Pan, I thought you were going to be watching over him."

The dark haired teenagers laughed nervously, blushing, "Sorry."

Goten came in, carrying a giant fish over his shoulder, "I'm back, Mama." He turned to see his brother and Pan standing there. He went up to his brother excitedly, "Ooh, Gohan. Now that's a cool uniform."

"Thanks Goten," Gohan smiled happily. "I knew you'd be on my side."

The next day, Gohan and Pan were up bright and early for their next day of school. "Come back soon, guys," Goten said.

"Listen you guys, fly carefully. I don't want to be overbearing, I just want you safe."

They both nodded. "I know, Mom," Gohan said. He pressed the red button on his watch, turning into a super saiyan.

"Oh wow," Goten said in awe. "When I get big, I hope I'm as cool as you, Gohan."

Gohan chuckled while Pan tried to hide her snort, "Well for now, why don't you just make sure to help Mom around the house, okay? We'll see you later." They took off into the air.

A while later, they landed on the school rooftop. Gohan changed back into his regular clothes and dropped from super. "Remember Gohan," Pan said as they walked into school, "Try not to act like you did yesterday. No fake voice and no poses. You're more intimidating if you don't do those things."

Gohan scratched the back of his head with a frown, "Alright, if you say so."

Once they were in class, she could hear them already gossiping about Saiyaman and Pan rolled her eyes when Gohan seemed a bit too eager to join the conversation. A beeping noise sounded through the room gaining everyone's attention.

Videl blinked, looking down at her watch. "Yes, go ahead, Captain," She said seriously.

"Videl, there's been a high jacking at the city bus terminal." The man on the other line replied.

Videl gasped, standing up and running down the stair, "May I be excused, Professor?" She ran out the door before he could say a word.

"What's wrong with her?" Gohan asked Erasa. "Is she sick?"

"No, silly," Erasa answered with a sweet smile. "She went to go fight the high jackers."

Both Gohan and Pan blinked in shock. "What? All by herself?" Gohan asked in disbelief.

"Of course," Erasa said offhandedly. "I mean, she is the daughter of Satan, you know? She's always going out there and saving us from the bad guys."

"But," Gohan choked. "That's not safe."

Sharpner chuckled, "There's really no need to worry, Gohan. Videl can lift even more weights than I can. She's been training her whole life and some say she's as strong as her father now."

Pan rolled her eyes mentally, That's not really saying much, Uncle Sharpner. As she glanced at her father, he seemed to be thinking the same thing as he sweat dropped.

Gohan got up, but Pan stopped him. "Remember what I said," She hissed discreetly.

He nodded slightly and ran down the stairs. "Where do you think you're going?" The teacher demanded gruffly.

"Bathroom," He answered quickly, running off.

Pan watched him go with a mental sigh; I really hope he doesn't embarrass himself.

Gohan and Videl had come back after school had already ended. Pan waited for him on the roof. He laughed nervously when he saw her, scratching the back of his head, "Sorry about that, Pan. It took longer than I hoped."

She only nodded, floating up next to him, "Is Videl alright?"

Gohan smiled a bit proudly as he nodded, "Oh yeah, that girl's a champ. She took on all those guys herself. I only had to step in when they lost control of the bus."

"Did you embarrass yourself?" She asked.

He shook his head quickly, a blush burning on his cheeks, "N-no, no. I was cool."

Pan shook her head exasperatedly but smiled mischievously, "You blushed a lot when you saw Videl didn't you?" She teased.

"N-n-no! Why would I do that?" His whole face was on fire now.

She giggled delightedly, "Don't lie, Gohan. You're terrible at it."