Warning, military time

Goku walked in front of the class' semi-circle and told them their schedule.

"Today we'll be kicking back, meeting instructors, and such things. The next day, though, won't be as nice. You'll all be sleeping at Bulma's since she has the proper amount of room for 23 kids. You'll eat there, also. You should all be here at about ten-hundred hours, stretches and stance training until eleven-hundred, light to moderate sparring 'til twelve hundred, two-hour break, starting light sparring back up until fourteen-hundred hours. From then to nineteen hundred, you'll have free time to do whatever; rules will be given when the time comes. You'll go to Bulma's at twenty-hundred hours, and must be asleep by zero-zero-zero-zero. Got it?"

They all nodded… Except for Gohan.

"Gohan, what did you not get from that?"

"What times are we doing all of that?"

Chichi face-palmed and Goku shook his head.

"Gohan, I think I remember teaching you and your sister military times when you guys were younger."

Just then, Gohna walked downstairs.

"You did, Dad. This dobe just didn't listen, apparently."

"Hey, I'm not a dobe!"

"Yes you are, now listen up, dobe."

He growled in frustration under his breath.

"Ten-hundred hours is 10 a.m., eleven-hundred hours is 11 a.m., twelve-hundred is noon, fourteen-hundred is 2 p.m., nineteen-hundred is 7 p.m., twenty-hundred is 8 p.m., and zero-zero-zero-zero- is 12 a.m./midnight."

"Good job, hon," Goku said. Then he looked to Gohan with a smirk.

"At least someone listened."

Chichi tried the best she could to hold back laughter, and it barely worked. The class snickered.

"Now, I'll go call the other instructors. Out of all of them, I think you'll only recognize one of them. Have you all heard the name Yamcha?"

The class' eyes widened as they looked around at everyone else.

"You mean 'Yamcha the Bandit? Like, from the Titans baseball team!?"

Asked the nerd-girl.

"Yep! That one!"

"But, how do you know each other?" She asked.

"Well, when I was young, my adoptive grandfather passed away. So, I grew up alone in the woods. After meeting Bulma, we were traveling and came upon Yamcha. She actually dated him until she met my… Friend, Vegeta." He explained; leaving details out on purpose.

"He's a jerk!" Someone yelled.

Gohna and Gohan chuckled.

"Well, when ya get to know him, he has a soft spot!" They said unknowingly at the same time.

"Well, that's weird… And kinda scary when you think about it." Erasa said with a shiver.

"How do you guys do it?"

They shrugged

"Don't know." They said together… Again. Then, Goten, Gota, and Caden came barreling downstairs and tackled Gohan out of the semi-circle and to the ground.

"Welcome home Bubba!" They exclaimed in unison.

"Hey, guys! Can I sit up, please?"

They all pouted and got off and waited for him to sit up before sitting in his lap. The class smiled as they saw how the Son family interacted together. Goku was at the phone with Gochi and Chichi, and Gohan, Gohna, Caden, Goten, and Gota were all sitting together. There were two kids missing, though, but the trio decided to keep the question to themselves.

"Hey, Gohan, Bulma said you have a V.H.S tape with you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you remember where you and Gohna put the VCR?"

"Yeah, in the electronics box in the attic."

"Which one?"

"The one with Gohna's chicken-scratch." "

Hey!" She said as she pouted.

"Sorry, but you don't have the best handwriting, sis."

"Noticed," She mumbled. The kids just giggled.

"Found it!" Came a distant call. The kids all laughed. He brought down the VCR and hooked it up.

"Okay, Gohan, hand it over."

He gave Goku the tape. Goku looked at it confusingly.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"What's this tape, anyway?"

"The real footage. Not just a puppet show."

Goku laughed and put the tape on top of it.

"We'll watch this later tonight. For now, let's just relax, because you'll need it for tomorrow."

The students laughed nervously.

"So, Mr. Son, what does that mean?" Sharpner gulped.

"You'll see when the time comes." He said with a laugh that made the kids (not his own) and teachers queasy.

"What did our parents sign us up for?" One kid asked. The door opened and there was a towering, tall figure in front of the door; light shining, making him a shadow.

"They signed you up for your worst nightmare, kid."

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