Due to the amazing success of my get more reviews scare tactics,here is the next exciting chapter! I will ask polietly to review when you read so i am encoraged to add all this effort into my college work! It was only 12 hours later to get my 10 reviews! I'm so happy! ^__^
Disclaimer: *Author taunts goten with a cookie the size of a table* *Goten drools* The author lady says that she owns nothing and that she'll give me the cookie for telling you. Please review so that trunks can have a cookie in the next chapter! *autor nods and moves out of the way of the gigantic cookie* YAY!! *goten attacks...*
Without further adieu, Chapter 11!!
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"C'mon. Follow me!" Bulma said to the confused class, motioning for them to follow her outside.
The class got up, videl in the lead in case they spotted Gohan doing something else suspicious, and followed their blue haired hostess out the busted front doors. She walked up to a large yellow dome about half the size of the central dome. It was three stories high and each floor had a common room and two bathrooms. The class walked inside their temporary home in awe of the structure as some of them didn't even have their own rooms much less their own building.
"So, everybody can either pick a room themselves or I can assign rooms." she said. The class looked amongst themselves.
"Umm.. Miss briefs? Are they all the same?" one girl asked timidly.
Bulma gave a little grimace "Just call me Bulma. You'll meet 'miss briefs' soon. As for the rooms, they are all identical. You have a bed, a dresser, a mirror, and there is a intercom in all of your rooms. When we start the actual learning bit I'll use that as your alarm clock. If you hear anything strange over the intercom try not to panic its probably my son trying to pull a prank."
The boys laughed a bit at the thought of a little boy trying to prank them.
"So, I'll let you pick your rooms and I'll be back in two hours so you guys can see the cafeteria, the rec. room, and the garden." Bulma said waving goodbye.
*~*~*~*~*~meanwhile~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gohan raced down the hallways racing towards Vegeta's agitated ki.
For the past seven years since cells defeat, Gohan had trained nearly weekly with either Vegeta or piccolo. He was stronger than both of them but both warriors had the experience that he lacked. Gohan also became less inhibited by his human side while training and would taunt and tease his opponent, more so in Vegetas' case. Vegeta had the real life battle experience from his days as a planet destroyer. Bulma had learned over the years that in order to fix repair or rebuild the gravity room she needed Gohan to distract the stubborn saiyan prince. Fortunately, the way to distract the saiyan prince was to train with him. Vegeta was leaning against a tree in the shade with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing his ever present scowl.
"Finally decided to show up brat?" Vegeta taunted.
Gohan grinned evilly, "You ready to be pummeled?" He asked casually.
Vegeta growled under his breath, "Your saiyan side always pops surfaces before training. I look forward to teaching it some respect for its prince." he said with a smirk.
"Well, since you blew up yet another gravity room you didn't get very much training in today did you. Follow me and I'll beat you up for a few hours then I'll drag you back so I can eat some dinner." He said mimicking the shorter warriors smirk.
"I think you need the crap beat out of you. After however long the woman wants you to stall my return, I will carry your bloody carcass back while I eat dinner." He said seriously.
Gohan smiled brightly, "Well lets see if you can."he said while blasting off.
Vegeta grunted and blasted off after Gohan towards the mountains.
The brat is acting more saiyan everyday. It could be surfacing if his intended mate is nearby… Vegeta thought as they flew at high speeds towards the battle zone.
In a few short minutes they arrived at a large rocky field.
The Z warriors choose areas around earth that were uninhabited of human and wildlife and had named them battle zones. These battle zones could be reconstructed easily and could be blasted ,punched, and kicked, so that no one observant hiker or camper would be able to tell that something out of the ordinary was going on.
The two saiyan landed facing each other and stretched a bit before taking their stances.
"Let the fight begin" Gohan said with a smirked.
Vegeta, tired of waiting, phased out of sight and punched towards the smirking teenagers head. Gohan phased out of reach and attempted to elbow Vegeta in the back only to miss and have to phase again to avoid a ki blast. After a while, Vegeta finally landed a kick in Gohan's chest sending him flying back into a rocky structure. The poor structure lost its lowest section and toppled down on top of the prone half saiyan. Gohan stood up, shedding the rocks on top of him, and aimed a highly concentrated ki blast at his smirking opponent.
"Try this one Vegeta!" he yelled
"That little blast cannot hurt me!" Vegeta gloated then got thrown back into hi own pillar.
Gohan laughed, "Like it? It's a really concentrated ki blast that doesn't take a long time to charge. Piccolo couldn't block it either" Gohan happily explained to the fuming prince.
Vegeta stood up, rubbing the scorched red spot on his stomach, "Based of the namek's special beam cannon? Not Bad, Brat."
With that the two charged each other for more hand to hand. The two moved with precision that comes form years of training together. Punch, block, kick, block, ki blast, flip, phase, charge.
The similar routine only changed occasionally with the bet they had made a few weeks earlier. Whoever could come up with 5 new techniques first would be spared the headache of babysitting the little brats, aka Goten and Trunks, for a full week.
Gohan had come up with a variation of the destructo disk which was basically a rain of much smaller ones.
Vegeta had countered with a much more explosive Gallic Gun he claimed to be the level two version.
Gohan didn't fell like protesting so he asked Bulma for an idea. She had told him to come up with a way to help her with a new project. She had been trying to cultivate a senzu bean bush, a prank gift from Yajorobi that turned out to be the real deal, but she couldn't artificially produce the uninterrupted light that Korin got way up in his tower.
Gohanhad taken the solar flare from tien and the moon ball technique from vegeta and combined them to form a small 'sun ball'. He had to replenish it every few days but, as that meant he came over to train with Vegeta more often, nobody complained.
With Bulma complaining about Vegeta blowing up the GR with his new and improved Gallic gun, Vegeta had resorted to solitary training in the desert. After running around sand pits and dinosaurs for two weeks, Vegeta finally perfected a kind of body suit of ki energy. It was based off of a normal ki shield only Vegeta could mold it to his body to lessen physical attacks and deflect ki blasts back at whoever shoot them.
The score was two to two. Gohan was now winning three to two.
"Only two more and your stuck with the boys for a whole wonderful week! Aren't you excited, Vegeta?" Gohan taunted.
Vegeta growled angrily. Vegeta charged back to Gohan who joined in with a pleased grin.
*~*~*~*~*~Back at Capsule Corp*~*~*~*~
The class was busy putting away their things and gossiping about the nerd-boy who was proving to be a much more interesting person than any of them had ever thought.
"He didn't even panic when he got carried away!" one boy said
"Wow! He's so brave! I was so scared!" A blonde girl spouted
"Who'd guess that he was friends with THE Briefs?" A jock said
"No wonder he is able to make it to school on time! He must have the fastest jet available!" another jock replied
"That guy, the angry one, was so rude! How on earth did Bulma Briefs end up with that guy?" a brunette girl asked incredulously.
"He was so handsome and muscular though! That has to make up for it!" one preppy girl defended.
The class buzzed with rumors and theories for most of the two hours until a robot came back to pick them up. The little white robot had a screen attached to its torso and was showing a feed with Bulma smiling.
She wasn't wearing the lab coat anymore but a pair of overalls that were stained with what looked like engine grease and she had her hair up in a messy ponytail. The guys immediately shut up and listened and the girls shortly followed their example.
"Hi guys! I just sent my little buddy to pick you up for lunch. Follow it to the kitchen and I'll show ya around capsule corp. afterwards!" The message clicked off after Bulma winked at them.
The students gathered around and followed the little robot down the hallways towards the kitchen where they could hear the whining of a little boy.
"Mom! I'm hungry! Are you done yet?"
Bulma answered "Almost trunks! You still have to wait for the students to show up! There! All done! Now it can handle long term eat outs! And it even makes more desserts! Oh I'm such a genius!" Bulma squealed.
"Does it make pudding now?" the boys voice asked hopefully.
"sure does but that does NOT mean you can eat an entire meal of pudding." She warned.
The class turned the corner to see Bulma wiping off her hands and putting away a large wrench.
Trunks stood there in a long sleeved dark purple shirt with the Capsule Corp. logo on the front. He was wearing a white pair of shorts and red tennis shoes. His lavender hair was cut in a bowl shape like his grandfathers and he had light blue piercing eyes.
He glared over to the class, "Mom, the weaklings are here." He said tugging on her shirt sleeve before folding his arms like Vegeta.
Bulma jumped up surprised and looked down at her son. "Trunks, stop imitating your father!"
Putting her hand towel in her back pocket she turned to the confused students. "Did you guys put everything away? You guys hungry at all?" She asked.
The teenagers were starving and their stomachs answered for them.
"That's a definite yes." She said giggling. "Ok then. Everyone this is my son trunks. He's going to demonstrate how getting food works around here. I'm not a very skilled cook so I borrowed some recipes from a friend and made this beauty here." She said pointing at the large grill like structure on the counter.
"It can make just about anything you want almost instantly. Its connected to the refrigerator and the pantry and now has a awesome feature that allows near constant use. Now it won't overload when I have guests!" She said proudly.
Trunks snorted lightly at his moms antics, "Mom, can I get my lunch now? I'm hungry!" He said impatiently.
A few of the girls made 'aww' noises at his cuteness causing Trunks to back away nervously.
Bulma chuckled at her impatient son and gestured for him to go ahead. "I'm going to tell you what to do as Trunks does it, kay?"
Trunks walked over to the machine and pulled out a microphone that was attached to the left side. "I want 10 roasted chickens, 6 plates of mac and cheese, 30 egg rolls, and 6 bowls of pudding."
Bulma glared at him menacingly.
"Oh fine… Just 3 bowls of pudding…" he pouted into the microphone.
The machine started to hum and buzz while sending our hot steaming plates of chicken and egg rolls.
Bulma smiled approvingly. "So all you do is say what you want to eat into the microphone. The entrees will come first then the veggies and finally the desserts. The machine will interpret what you say and spit out the food on the other side. I'll have a larger conveyor belt installed soon."
The right side of the machine had folded out into a moving conveyor belt that pushed the food onto a waiting table. She pointed at Trunks who was carrying his food over to another nearby table.
"Then all you have to do is grab your plates and eat up! If you can think of anything else that you want added to the menu just tell me and I'll have it programmed in." The machine hissed a bit and the 3 bowls of pudding popped out along with a set of cutlery and a stack of napkins.
"Trunks, eat over there while these guys order their food. Then you can call Goten to play." Bulma said to Trunks who whined back, "Mom! We aren't playing today! We're training for battle!" he said with a no nonsense face.
"The only battle you'll be having is with me if you dont remember your manners!" she shot back.
The students laughed a bit not realizing that trunks meant what he said. Bulma turned back to the machine. "There is a list of options on the wall there. You can also personalize your order. Just say no lettuce or extra mayo or whatever and it will do it for you! When your done put your dishes in the sink or hand them to a robot. They've been programmed to clean everything up!" she said winking.
The class smiled happily and lined up to order. Sharpner stepped up first , "A bacon burger, well done, with extra cheese and fries."
The class watched in amazement as the machine hummed and vibrated then spit out a plate with a burger covered in cheddar cheese and long crunchy looking fries.
"Awesome!" Sharpner took a bite of the hamburger. "This is great!" He said after chewing a large mouthfull.
The class needed no further encouragement and quickly ordered their favorites.
"I'll be back in about an hour! Enjoy your lunch!" Bulma said while walking out.
When the first few of the excited students turned to sit at the tables they were shocked to see that Trunks was already slurping up his pudding. A stack of plates sat next to him covered in cheese sauce, chicken bones, and grease. Their gasp of surprise alerted the rest of the kids, who were already wary of dinosaurs and angry men, and they all turned around to gape at the scene in front of them.
That little kid really ate all of that food that fast?! He doesn't look sick or anything! No wonder she made this machine! they all thought.
Trunks handed his empty pudding bowls to a robot, it bowed and lifted the remaining dishes. Trunks strolled out of the kitchen towards the phone so he could call Goten for their battle games. The class watched him leave before the rumor mill started up again.
Soon everyone was sitting at the provided tables and chatting amongst themselves. Somehow Pigero and his group ended up sitting on the same table as Sharpner, Erasa and Videl.
Erasa was in her element, "Can you believe this?! No chores, custom food whenever we want, our own rooms, learning more of Gohan's secrets, and Bulma's cute husband and her adorable son!" She squealed while eating her salad.
Sharpner took a bite out of his burger, "Totally, I can't believe how hot that Bulma chick is! Although, her short husband was seriously buff! He must work out 24/7 for that kind of muscle definition, right babe?" He asked a silent Videl.
Videl was ignoring Sharpner for calling her 'babe', while pondering over the ever mysterious Gohan Son. Her mind was going over all the rumors and theories the students had invented since that morning.
If he personally knows Bulmathen he must have a fast jet. That must be how he's getting to school on time. But how did he transport a dragon that big from his house in the mountains to Capsule Corp? Especially if its wing was hurt… And how is a skinny guy like him going to distract that muscle head Vegeta? And how in the hell do you blow up a building while training?! She stabbed her fork into the pile of stir-fry on her plate, frustrated.
She looked over to the transfer students sitting on the end of their table, leaning towards each other whispering something.
Those guys know something about Gohan. I'm sure they could give me some answers if I could corner one of them.
Lime was whispering to Chico and Rom not to worry about Gohan because he knew some martial arts and that he would explain everything to them later. After an enjoyable lunch, filled with suspicious glares and plenty of flirting between students, Bulma returned. They all gave their plates to the robots and group together in front of the doorway.
"How was lunch?" She asked.
The braver students stepped up with a few, "It was great!" "Incredible!" and "Coolest invention ever!" remarks.
"That's Great! I just finished programming a few of my spare robots. Tomorrow there will be paint lines on the floors that will show you the way to the kitchen and the other places I'm about to show you!" Bulma said.
"First up is the 1st floor garden! Follow me and keep together. It's really easy to get lost around here without a guide!" She started walking with a trail of well fed students as an entourage. They arrived at a large black door with a small colorful pinpad next to it.
She entered her code and the door opened upwards like a garage door, to reveal a gigantic park sized garden. Large green trees, small brooks, a few fountains and a network of wide sidewalks wove throughout the scenery.
Off in the distance Dr. Briefs could be seen leisurely riding around with his little black cat hanging on his shoulder. The entire class made 'ohh' and 'ahh' noises impressed with the sudden change. Animals of all sizes roamed around. A few friendlier ones ventured towards their group. The girls immediately squealed around the many cats, dogs, and baby dinosaurs.
"Welcome to the first floor garden! You are free to come here anytime you like. The code will be 1111 for you guys. There are a few benches and all the dinosaurs are sociable. The only carnivore is an old T-rex who lost most of his teeth, so don't be afraid of him." Bulma explained. "The roof opens and shuts according to the weather and the amount of flying animals we have at any given time." she said while pointing up at agliding pterodactyl surrounded by smaller feathered birds.
Bulma was interrupted by a rumbling that was errily familiar to the now fearful students. Icarus the dragon had spotted the group and, recognizing them as friends of Gohan, stomped his way over to greet them all.
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Well there it is! Another dino attack! woot! So, the scare tactics worked wonders last time. 50 reviews or until I have the free time for the next chapter!
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Gohan and Vegeta have been locked in combat for quite a while now. Who will escape concious? Will videl corner one of the helpless transfer students for an interrogation? and how will the terrorized class react to Icarus's unique greeting style?
Find out next time on POOR SAP GOHAN!!