A/N: Well I don't think I have any notes at the moment... lucky you!



Previously, in chapter 2
Everyone turned as they heard the door to Capsule Corp. open and Bulma
walked outside. She had her eyes closed and she was rubbing her temples -
she looked very annoyed and frustrated. She stopped when she saw Vegeta
and clung to him for a minute. He seemed a little bit uncomfortable and gruff but
didn't say anything to her. Finally she looked at everyone and sighed.

"Ugh, this is a disaster," she began...................



Chapter 3...

"Wait a minute, what are you doing back?," Bulma asked hopefully, "Did you kill
them already?"

"No, we fight in one week," Vegeta informed her simply.

"What?! Kami that's even worse!," Bulma exclaimed as she threw her hands up
in the air. "This is just great. Can someone please tell me why you didn't just
kick their asses today so this whole thing would be over with?"

Vegeta shrugged in response. Bulma widened her eyes in rage as she
continued.

"The god damn army is going to launch an attack on them! Its all over the news,
and the whole army is way too confident for their own good. I can tell you right
now: they're all going to get killed! Every last one of them! There's going to be
a hell of a lot of fatherless children after this."

"No," Goku said in a low, serious voice. "They can't go near them."

"Well just tell them not to do anything, and Goku has this taken care of," Chichi
told Bulma. "I mean, everybody knows of Goku, he's a hero, right?"

"Well...yes and no," Bulma began uneasily. "By now, Goku and the whole
z-senshi are just legends to the people. There is no way that they would want to
leave the fate of the world up to mere myths."

Everyone remained silent for a moment. Bulma was right, people were not
exactly willing to believe in all of these weird things. Many were having trouble
believing in the attackers themselves. Most thought that they were just terrorists
in funny clothes with powerful explosives, pretending that it was their own doing
that destroyed the mountain instead of their bombs.

"Well what about my grandfather?," Pan asked. "I mean, my *other* grandfather.
He has a lot of influence on the people... maybe he could help."

Vegeta scoffed. "That is both the best and worst idea I have ever heard," he
said gruffly. "The best because it will work - the worst because the man is
possibly the biggest idiot that I have ever known - bigger than Kakarott, and I
don't have the patience to listen to him."

Goku and Gohan laughed. "I agree," Gohan chuckled. Videl elbowed him
sharply in the ribs. "Heh heh," he said, "well... uhh.... umm... well, Kami, Videl!
You know how your father is!"

She shrugged. "Yeah, you're right," she said, "but still, I am his daughter, I feel
like I have to defend him somehow... although I also agree."

"Come on," Bulma said as she led everyone into the house, "Let's go and make
some phone calls before its too late." She let everyone walk in front of her until
she saw Videl, then she walked next to her. "So umm Videl," Bulma began,
laughing nervously, "I bet you can't wait to talk to your father... right?"

Videl raised an eyebrow at her. "Well actually I can wait *quite* a while, thank
you."

Bulma gave Videl her best puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeease? He's your father! Don't
you think he'd looove to hear from his only daughter?"

Videl rolled her eyes. "I'll talk to him for a little bit... I'll try to get him to...umm...
not be so full of himself I guess. THEN I will hand the phone over to you.
Okay?"

"Good enough," Bulma grumbled as Videl picked up the phone and began to
dial.

"Hello, Satan City Headquarters," a secretary cracking gum answered.
"I'd like to speak to Mr. Satan," Videl said sweetly.
".....(silence)............... Why?"
"Because...," Videl said, "Put him on the phone, *now*, please."
".....(silence)............... He's umm.... busy."
"Like hell he is! Put him on the phone! I am his daughter, I happen to know he
is NEVER busy! He sits in his office all day and does jigsaw puzzles and
wordfinds!"
"Just a minute, please."
"That's more like it," Videl mumbled.
click
"Hello?," Videl asked.
::no answer::
"Hello?!"
::dial tone - "If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again..."::
Videl slammed the phone down. "She hung up on me! I can't believe it!," Videl
ranted. "When I find out who she is, I'm gonna... oooh I'm gonna..."

"If you ask me," Vegeta said, "I bet he told his secretary not to accept any calls.
He's probably cowering under his desk."

Videl opened her mouth to protest, but found she couldn't. She knew he was
probably right. "Well nobody asked you," she said defeatedly as she sat down
next to Gohan and rested her chin in her hands.

Goku sighed. "I'll be right back," he said as he disappeared.

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An instant later, he appeared in Mr. Satan's office. But Mr. Satan was nowhere
to be found, unless... Goku tiptoed over to his desk and peered underneath.
Sure enough, there was Mr. Satan, biting his nails and practically ripping his hair
out.

"Ahh!," he yelled, startled at Goku's presence. "Goku!" He looked around and
realized that he was panicking under his desk - and that Goku was watching,
holding back laughter. "I uhh... I dropped my most expensive pen and I can't
find it!," Mr. Satan quickly lied, to cover up. "I'm going bananas because I can't
find it! It was uhh, $5,000 dollars! And my favorite!"

"Okay," Goku said, still trying his best to contain his laughter, "But umm, you are
needed elsewhere. Why don't you...," Goku swallowed more laughter as he
continued, "come out from under your desk. I'm sure the pen will turn up sooner
or later." Again Goku bit back his laughter. Mr. Satan sure was a spas. A
spastic, horrible liar - and a quite a fool.

"Yeah okay sure," Mr. Satan said in his usual obnoxious, over-confident manner
as he stood up. "I can just use my millions of dollars to buy more anyway!
Yeah!"

"Ok, sure thing," Goku said unenthusiastically as he rolled his eyes and
teleported Mr. Satan back to Capsule Corp.

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They were greeted with more eye rolling as they returned to Capsule Corp.

"Daddy!," Videl exclaimed and ran to give her father a hug. This confused
Bulma, who had been arguing with her just minutes before over calling her
father. But Videl was always a daddy's girl nevertheless. Pan also went over to
give him a hug. Afterall, he *was* her grandfather, and she loved him.

Mr. Satan blinked a few times as he took in his location, then hugged them back.

Vegeta turned to Goku. "Where did you find him?," he asked, smirking.

"Its not important," Goku said and looked away to avoid laughing.

"Under the desk then?," Vegeta continued, smirking more evilly.

"No!," Mr. Satan cut in loudly and defensively. It was obvious to everyone that
he *had* been under his desk, just by the way he was doing a bad job of
covering it up. "As a matter of fact, I was ready to run out the door and fight
them aliens myself!"

To Goku, it was amazing that Mr. Satan would lie even when Goku was standing
*right there*. "But you had to find your pen first," Goku interrupted, "right?"

Mr. Satan stuttered for a moment, caught off-guard. "Uhh... yeah! Right! Its
under my desk somewhere, I just know it!"

Vegeta snickered. Everyone else just smiled and nodded as they held in their
laughter.

Pan rolled her eyes and went behind the couch where Trunks, Bra, and Goten
were sitting, and she sat down. They were also snickering. "Laugh all you
want," she said sadly, "he deserves it sometimes."

"Aww Pan, I'm sorry," Trunks said as he stopped laughing. "For all we know," he
said more quietly as he elbowed her ribs softly, "he could have been jerking off
under that desk." (A/N: read the first chapter to get the jerking off joke! hehe)

Pan's jaw dropped and she hit him playfully. "Shut up," she hissed.

"You know, you never thanked me for saving your ass when your dad walked
in the room," Trunks pointed out.

"And I'm not going to either," Pan said and folded her arms. She looked at
Trunks to see if he would protest. But he was just smiling at her. She gave in
and smiled back at him.

"Thank you," she said.

He smirked, "You're welcome, beautiful."

She giggled and pinched his cheek. "Okay handsome," she joked and turned
back to see what was going on. Really her mind was swarming with questions.
'Why did he call me beautiful? Was he joking around? What if he wasn't?
Wait, do I care? Why would I? I don't like him that way... right? Of course not...
I've known him too long... right? Right...?'

Meanwhile, Trunks sat there, shocked. 'Why did I call her beautiful? Well, she
is... but why did I say that? What *possessed* me to say that?! Dende I just
slipped... wait, what? Slipped? Do I... no, I can't. I've known her too long. I
love her as a friend, and as a friend only... right?' Trunks turned his attention
back to what was happening.

"Okay Mr. Satan, here's how it is," Bulma said. "You know that everyone in here
is a fighter, minus a few people and yourself. And-"

"I am *too* a fighter!," Mr. Satan argued, "Why, I bet I could take out anybody in
this room!"

Vegeta stood up and cracked his knuckles. "Sounds like a great bet to me. How
much were you going to wager, old man?"

"Uhh...," Mr. Satan stuttered for a moment. Videl looked away painfully, while
Pan slapped her forehead and buried her face in the nearest person's shoulder,
and that nearest person was Trunks. He was a little surprised at first, but then
collected himself again, and felt *really* bad for Pan. "Well," Mr. Satan
continued. Pan looked up again and winced as she waited for him to answer. "I
*could* take out anybody in this room.... but... my doctor says not to! Because I
have so much power... that I could... blow myself up! Yeah! That's right! He
says I'm phenomenal!"

"Oh Dende," Pan mumbled and buried her head once again.

But Bulma soon took charge of the situation. "Yes, we *all* believe you, Mr.
Satan, but right now we need a little bit of help. The army-"

"Why should I help you?!," Mr. Satan asked stubbornly. And then he continued his
horrible lying spree. "You don't believe in my powers! Why, I should get my
doctor to prove it to you - see, he has the test results, and they show that I have
lots of power, and-"

"She *said* we all believe you," Vegeta growled menacingly from his corner.

"Fair enough," Mr. Satan said quickly, and remained silent.

"Okay, as I was saying," Bulma began again. She explained that the army
wanted to step in, but they were no match and would all be killed. The fight was
to take place in a week, and be fought by the Saiyans *only*. "Now we need
your help," she said, "because of your influence on the people. *How* you got
that influence, you should be ashamed of, BUT we need to use it."

"Are you insulting me?," Mr. Satan began defensively, "Because-"

"Daddy please!," Videl hissed, "Could you just cooperate for once?!"

"Yes pumpkin," he said meekly, and shut up yet again.

"So?," Bulma asked. "What can you do?"

"Well, with my many contacts in my high position, there are a MILLION people I
could call... the problem is choosing just one...," he began to brag but then
caught Videl's eye. She was glaring at him. "Umm give me the phone," he said,
"I guess I could call the head of the army."

Bulma smiled triumphantly and handed him a phone.

"But I'll need my address book," Mr. Satan began. Goku instantly appeared in
front of him with it in his hand. He had teleported to his office and gotten it.

"Is this it?," he asked.

"Uhh...," Mr. Satan took it and opened it. "Yes. Uhh thank you."



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That was my chapter!
So... Is Vegeta going to murder somebody we Funi fans like to call Hercule?
(Ha!) Is there something between Trunks and Pan? Does Mr. Satan *actually*
know the head of the army? Well stick around for the next chapter and you'll
see.

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