Hey everyone. Telling from the reaction to last chapter, not too many of ya'll liked it. I'm just gonna have to fix that, won't I?

Gohan was confused.

No surprise there.

Err…I mean, why is that?

Apparently, the school, otherwise known as OSH, was in the midst of the biggest school dance of the year.

The Halloween dance.

What this Halloween thing was and why they had a dance for it was beyond the saiyan genius but he wasn't going to tell anyone. Had to keep his naiveté in check; at least for the time being.

"Hey Gohan!" a cheery Erasa called out as she came within yelling distance, "you coming to the dance?"

Slightly startled but nevertheless polite, Gohan answered "Gee, wasn't planning on it. Should I be going?"

Erasa looked at the demi-saiyan like he had grown an extra head' probably had too. "What do you mean you're not going? This is like the biggest dance of the semester! You have to go!"

Sweating nervously, Gohan began to back away. "Well, it sounds fun and all but since I live so far away, it might make things a little troubling to go to it."

Considering his poorly made excuse, Erasa couldn't find any holes, or stab any into it for that matter, and let the young man off. "Well, if you say so. Though it would mean a lot if one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world would come," Erasa said, large puppy dog eyes fixating themselves on Gohan. Hell, Erasa even threw in the quivering lips too.

Gohan could feel his resolve crumbling. He had to, just had to get out of this mess. It wasn't like he couldn't go as much as it was not wanting to go. He didn't want to spend anymore time in the presence of these insane teenagers if he had the choice.

And this was one of the few times he had one.

Fortunately, some luck decided to grace our saiyan on this very day as Videl came out of nowhere and smacked Erasa upside the head.

Such a great friend, isn't she?

"You heard the man, Erasa, he can't come. So stop trying to force him to," Videl chided. "If he wants to miss all the fun, then let him. No skin off our backs."

"But Videeeeeeeeeeeeeeel, Gohan's never been to a dance here and I wanted him to at least come to one."

Shaking her head, Videl countered "Gohan said he couldn't make it even if he tried. So go bug someone else to go."

"But who Videl, who? There's not anyone in this dumb school worth begging!"

"There's Sharpner."

"…he doesn't count."

"Who doesn't count?" our ever lovable Sharpner said, entering the conversation.

"No one doesn't count," Erasa said quickly. Even though Sharpner wasn't the greatest guy in the world, he was still her friend in some form or fashion, and she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Is she high?

"But I thought I heard someone's name being used. Who was it?" Sharpner pressed. He didn't know what was going on but he intended to find out.

Or die trying.

However, with his attention on Erasa, the blond macho man failed to notice the quiet escape of the non blond members of the group. Sneaking around a corner, Gohan and Videl could finally take a breath of fresh air. It was hard having to hold ones breath while trying to make a sneaky getaway.

Turning her attention to Gohan, Videl said "You owe me one Gohan."

Completely baffled, Gohan asked the fateful question "I owe you what?"

"For saving you from Erasa. You and I both know she would've kept begging and begging till you finally caved in."

"Oh…that…well, thanks."

A sudden idea sprung into the Satan girl's head. "You know, I think I know how you can clear your debt up with me right now."

Once again sweating, Gohan asked meekly "How?"

"Well, you could give me some information that I've been wondering about."

"And that information would be?"

Keeping her eyes trained on Gohan, Videl asked "How do you get to school and back to your home? I mean, you have to have some kind of car, right?"

Gohan's sweating began pouring off of him in streams. 'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I knew I should've brought the old family car with me. But then, it hasn't been used in seven years…damn, how am I supposed to get out of this one?'

"Well?" Videl said as she crossed her arms in front of her. "I'm waiting."

Once again perplexed, Gohan asked "Waiting for what?"

"Your answer."

"My answer to what?"

"Your answer to my question."

"And your question is?"

"How do you get to and from school?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Cause I want to know."

"And you want to know because?"

"Just cause I want to."

In order save you from a major headache, and myself a finger cramp, the questioning back and forth went on like this for a while. Needless to say, Videl was getting very annoyed and Gohan was getting even more lost or at least pretending too.

Wow, this guy is good.

"Will you just answer the question?!" Videl screamed, scaring the crap out of the saiyan. Kami, this girl was scary when mad.

"Umm…uhh…I fly?" Gohan asked more than said.

"Oh? Do you have a jet copter like me?"

"Sort of."

"Well, that's cool. See you around," Videl said before walking off. Gohan was just about to let out his breath that he had somehow been holding the whole time without anyone knowing, including him, when Videl suddenly turned around.

"And how did you get this jet copter of yours?" the ever suspicious Satan girl asked.

"Uhh, a family friend gave it to me."

"And this family friend is?"

"Uhh…a family friend?"

Videl glared. That Son idiocy had apparently infected this Son too, despite his large IQ. It was pointless to even try and wring anymore out of him. True the answer he gave her didn't add up but she was determined to figure out how.

Just like she was determined to get rid of that blasted statue.

It was that night during dinner that the Halloween dance came up again. This time, however, Chichi was the one to bring it up.

"So Gohan, I got a call from the school about a dance coming up. Will you be attending it?" the Son mother asked, stopping her son's feeding frenzy.

"Wh-why do you want to know?" Gohan asked, frightened.

"Just curious. I just wanted to know if you were going to attend the dance with all of those darling children."

Gohan's eyes narrowed. Chichi was up to something, that much the young saiyan knew. What his mother was up to was beyond him, though. "If I were to say I wasn't, what would you say?"

"I'd ask you why you didn't want to go."

"And I'd answer that I didn't feel like being around those teenagers."

Chichi's voice got a very deadly low tone along with her eyes hardening. "And why doesn't my son want to spend any time with the people he calls friends?"

Gohan started to feel fear run through his body. He knew he was on thin ice here. "Cause…I…don't feel safe around them?" the demi-saiyan asked more than said for the second time that day.

Chichi's eyes soften. "Oh, is that all?"

Seeing he had guess the right answer, Gohan decided to play up his excuse. "Yeah, I just can't help but feel insecure around those people."

And this is supposed to be one of the strongest fighters in the universe?

However, Chichi believed him 100 percent. Hell, if Gohan had said his shoelaces were trying to harm him, she would've believed him. Goes to show how crazy women can get after childbirth…

Yet, this wasn't the end of the dance, not by a long shot. "I've got the perfect solution!" Chichi exclaimed, catching Gohan's attention before he could dive head first into his food.

That poor, starving saiyan.

"Since you don't feel safe with all those people, I will go to the dance as a chaperone. Does that make my son more comfortable?"

Gohan got a look of horror on his face. This was worse thing that could've possibly come out of Son Chichi's mouth. It was worse than the time she ordered him to change Goten's diaper after he had a severe case of diarrhea.

Gohan would never look at macaroni and cheese the same way again.

"Bu-but mom…why can't I not go to the dance?"

"Because you need to associate yourself with more kids your age. This would be the perfect opportunity for you to meet more people."

"But I have to be with these people for most of the day already! Why can't I be by myself for one night?"

Chichi glared at Gohan. "And why would you want to be by yourself, hmmm? Oh no…has my son…become…a delinquent?!"

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Not this again. The last time Chichi guilt tripped him, he had to baby sit fifty teenagers. He was not going to go through that again.

"Mom, I am not going to the dance."

"Oh yes you will."

"Oh no I'm not."

"Yes you will."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you will."

And so on and so forth, the two Sons argued like this. It took up a whole twenty seconds but it was the longest Gohan had ever lasted in a fight with his mother.

That has to be a record somewhere.

It was at the end of those nineteen seconds that Chichi pulled out the big guns. "Son Gohan, if you don't go to this dance, I'll make sure you live to regret it."

"And how will you make sure I regret it?"

"Simple. Goten?"

Goten looked up from his food, the first time actually listening to either his mother or brother since dinner started. How had that kid managed to block out all that fighting is beyond me. Must be something Chichi puts in her food. It would explain why you just couldn't stop eating it…

"Yes mom?"

"Goten, I want you to eat all of your brother's food…every…single…night…"

Goten and Gohan's eyes widen. Suddenly, Goten let out a cheer, diving into Gohan's left over food. Gohan stared in horror at his mother and then his little brother. This…this couldn't be happening! How could his mother do this to him? After all the things he's done for her and this is how she repays him?!

"Fine! I'll go to the stupid dance." Gohan gave in, all of his resolve utterly destroyed.

Chichi smiled triumphantly. "I knew you'd see things my way."

"Like I have a choice," Gohan mumbled a little too loudly.

/CLANG/

To dbzfan952: You bet Sharpner won't be getting a break from me. Even in a serious fic, he gets bashed by me aka Battle Stain. It's just too good an opportunity to miss.