Disclaimer: Still on Chapter one.

Author's Note: Okay… well, I left you all sit on that cliff hanger for a while, huh? ^_^() Ahem, any way, to answer a few questions. Yes, I know that Vegita never hit Super Saiyan three. Why did I put that small line in there then? To see if you were paying attention, of course ^_^. And as for Gohan going Super Saiyan. Well, as far as I understand it, once Gohan received the Mystic power up, it made Super Saiyan null and void. Meaning, that yes, Gohan could hit it, but he really would have no reason to when he could gain more power by just powering up, period. Super Saiyan has limits. As for the purposes of my story, Gohan was desperate. In moments of desperation, people are known to fall back on knowledge they are comfortable/familiar with. In this case, Super Saiyan would still be more natural to our half Saiyan than Mystic would be. And if any of you are curious, no worries about more plot twists, there is only one more chapter to go after this ~_^.

Now, go read the story!

Women to the Rescue!

His plight was desperate, his speed fueled by a certain unnamed danger. Not to himself; to the student that was so very dear to him. There was as yet no change in Gohan's ki, but that aura which had permeated the place had followed the Namekian on his trip back to Capsule Corporation. Only a fool would ignore such a sensation and of all the things he was, Piccolo was no fool.

He landed lightly in the large front yard and despite his usually stoic demeanor, sprinted through the dark yard and on into the house. Piccolo found the crew unsurprisingly gathered in the kitchen and about the dinning room table. Piccolo inhaled and began in a to-the-point tone. "You…"

"Piccolo! Were you raised in a barn, man? You have no right to come storming un invited into a person's home at such late hours. Now I know exactly where Gohan keeps picking up these bad habits!"

The Namek groaned. Chi Chi in full rant mode was a challenge even for him. Tactic Alpha, override her. "It is about Gohan that I…"

"Oh, now you want to be here to talk about my son! Well, I have you know that my boy is a wonderful soon-to-be scholar and I just don't think I can tolerate your influence on him any longer. It' probably because of you that he went off to that drinking party! My poor alcoholic boy…" Hands on hips, the Son woman continued in her tirade.

Plan Beta was originally not a real option, as it would greatly upset Gohan, but was becoming ever more tempting with each passing word. Beta was simple, gently cut off the air flow through the woman's wind pipe and force her to listen to reason. As Piccolo began easing forward to carry out his plan, the idea was shattered.

"Where's Gohan? Last I knew, he was with you Piccolo." Goku interrupted.

Piccolo stared for a moment, Son was not usually the first to get at the point. Perhaps it was just a fluke. "It is about Gohan that I have come here. He and his school friends went after Siaka and…"

Vegita snorted. "So did the boy actually find the man?"

Piccolo was not best pleased by the interruption, but chose to answer any way. "Indeed he did and they…"

"What are you two talking about?" Bulma asked dangerously, "Who is this 'Siaka' or what ever? Why would Gohan go after him?"

A low growl escaped the Namek's lips and he felt the beginnings of a headache tingle behind his eyes. "Kanus Siaka is the man who perpetrated the crime against Pulaz. Gohan and the Satan girl went after him in order to bring him to justice for his crimes. It was in the process of doing such that they…"

Chi Chi abruptly sprang to her feet from her seated position at the table, rattling the dishes there on. "My boy is out there going after a murderer! How could you send my son off to do such a task?!"

The blue haired woman laid a hand on the irate mother's arm. "Sit down Chi Chi, Gohan is always dealing with that sort when he's off fighting crime as Great Saiyaman. That's not important. Did they catch this Siaka guy though? I hope the police have him!"

Piccolo's growl was louder and more pointed the second time around . Through clenched teeth he responded, "Yes, the local authorities do have him, however Gohan needs…"

"Fantastic!" grinned Bulma, "Let me just go call Sarah and tell her she'll be…"

By this point Piccolo had stood for all he could, raising one emerald hand he deftly released a Ki blast which not only destroyed the table but earned him everyone's full attention. "Shut up," he snarled, "Sit down, and listen to me! Gohan and his three friends have been caught in a trap created by this man Siaka. When I left there was a gas leaking into the room that they feared was… poisonous."

Piccolo's eyes suddenly unfocused and his sentence fell short. 'Gohan.' He had taken too long in his mission, in his anger he had missed his student's Ki slowly ebbing, but the mentor could not miss the plummet that had just occurred. Gohan, his only true friend, had just given way to unconsciousness. The Namek reached out with well practiced senses. Feeling a void where the boy should have been, Piccolo felt his mouth go dry. Perhaps Gohan had given way to something far more permanent.

Chi Chi, angered and concerned by what she had heard yelled, "Well what are you stopping there for, how are they?!? How's my Gohan? Where are they? I'll show that man a thing or two…"

The tirade was only stopped as her husband stood, eyes also unfocused with his head cocked as if listening for something. "Gohan…" he said quietly. Looking about at his friends Goku said solemnly. "Gohan is in a lot of trouble guys. Piccolo, what kind of place was this that got Gohan trapped? Where's it at? 'Cause where I can't sense Gohan anymore, you're the only one that knows where he and his friends are."

Piccolo nodded, bringing himself back to the task at hand. "Yes I know where this place is. However, there was a glass like substance surrounding it, a very hard material. Neither I nor he could break through it." Looking to Bulma, he continued, "When I spoke telepathically to him, Gohan said this material looked of something you had created for the windows in the gravity chambers."

Bulma slammed her fist into her thigh and swore. "Damn! Then that's what that break in was about! Last month someone robbed the main Capsule Corps building. They broke into my office and stole the notes I had on that material." She brightened then, " But like the genius I am, I made a tool for breaking through that glass! Hold on a sec, I'll go get it."

The Saiyan Prince, who had stood quietly looking off into space since the disappearance of Gohan's life source, cut in to the conversation. "Hold on, Woman. Kakkarot, why don't you just use your stupid transporting trick to zap in there, grab the brats, and go?"

Goku shrugged. "I can't. I gotta be able to sense them to do the instant transmission… and I can't."

"Besides," Bulma pointed out, " If there really is a poison in that room, bad enough to hurt Gohan, then having Goku in it too could only complicate things."

Vegita snarled, "Then what are you waiting for, go get your bloody instrument!"

Bulma spared her lover an exasperated look before taking off down the hall. She re-emerged a few moments later with the object of her search in hand. She smiled at the group proudly.

All were silent for a beat as the gazed at the tool Bulma held out. Chi Chi's cheek twitched before she stated very flatly, "You intend to rescue my son with a turkey carver."

Bulma sneered, "This is NOT a turkey carver! It was specifically designed for that glass. Now then, You guys will have to take me with, because I'm the only genius around here and I'm the only one that knows how to use this."

The Son woman then turned to the three men and said firmly, "Your taking me as well! That's my son and future daughter-in-law in there!"

Piccolo quickly cut off Vegita's retaliation. "We have no time to argue the point, there are lives at stake."

With that he flew out of the building at a break neck pace. Goku blinked, picked up his wife, and flew quickly after the leading Namek. Bulma seeing all else leaving, wrapped her arms about Vegita's neck with glass cutter in hand. Noting that her partner was not taking off as he should Bulma looked down to see why.

What she found was his eyes drifting across her body and a positively feral grin upon his royal features. The blue haired woman's eyes narrowed and she smacked the back of his head with her free hand. "Vegita! This is no time to be thinking of getting laid! We have to save Gohan and the rest, now lets go!"

Vegita sniffed, saying nothing. He flew easily through the house and out the front door wrapping a strong arm about her waste. The prince then took off at top speed without warning. Bulma's scream heralded their arrival at the building that the others had already landed by.

Vegita landed lightly on the pavement before the run down building, and looked to those before him, pointedly ignoring the shaking woman who still clung to his neck. "If the brats are inside, why are we outside?"

Piccolo looked up at the building. "If we want to go in through the door, we must first let the poison out the window. It should dissipate in the expanse of the air around it and allow us to safely enter the room through the door."

Bulma had semi recovered by then and nodded to Piccolo's reasoning. "That's a good idea, lead the way."

The Namek grunted and flew quickly to one of the third story windows. The room inside was a murky purple. Vegita floated to it, keeping his tongue impressively in check and held his mate as she shifted enough to turn the motorized cutter on and begin working on the window. It took only a few moments for Bulma to cut a large square out of the pane, cutting through both the normal glass and the specialized with out difficulty. She gave the square a shove, sending it sprawling into the room.

As by the laws of science, the purple fog began floating out and the clean air in. All three backed off quickly, the acrid scent of it tingling at their nostrils. They landed again by the main door where Goku and Chi Chi awaited them. Seeing all were ready to enter, Piccolo lead the way into the building and through its halls up to the room where he had last spoken with his friend.

Chi Chi ran past Piccolo over to the sealed door way where she knew her son had to be. A stricken look crossed the mother's features as she traced the stained path which looked to be still wet and slick. She choked out, "Blood…"

Goku came up and also laid his hand on the door, opposite the mess. "Gohan must have been desperate to get outta there… His Ki did spike before it fell, he must a done this in Super Saiyan."

Bulma grimaced at the bloody fist prints before skirting past the two worried parents. "Out of my way, I need to get them out of there."

The inventor then placed her cutter against the glass and removed a rectangle not much smaller than the doorway itself. Goku pulled the piece out and the room was swamped in the remnants of the poisoned fog. It was not enough to detour the rescuers. After a moment the area cleared enough for them to see the kids. First the two blondes who had sunk to the floor near the end of the bed.

They followed the blood trail around the corner to Gohan and Videl. The half Saiyan's slumped form held Videl's unmoving body close to his chest. With a wale Chi Chi ran over to inspect her son. Bulma followed, worried about all of the blood she had seen. Looking over his hands and knees, Bulma blanched. "He really must have been desperate to beat so hard on that wall to hurt himself. But it doesn't look like anything that won't heal. And, thank Dende, they're all still breathing. I'm going to call an ambulance."

With that, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed emergency. It was another ten minutes of waiting before the emergency vehicles arrived with Chi Chi hovering nervously over her non-responsive son. The EMT's tended carefully to the students like the trained professionals they were and very shortly were en-route to the hospital.