Author's Notes: Kioko: The dreaded Science class arrives!!
Mirai Trunks: You better not have anything in store for me, Kioko...
Kioko:*smiles innocently* You know I wouldn't do that to you, Trunks-kun!! This is a torture-Gohan fic!! Not a torture-Mirai-Trunks fic!!
Mirai Trunks: Why do I have that awful feeling that I can't believe anything you just said?
Kioko: How should I know?! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to write this fic!!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. But I DO own some Dragonball Z fruit snacks!! *pops a Vegeta fruit snack into her mouth*
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Chapter 3: Science
Gohan stomped down the hallway. Many people skirted out of his way, looking scared. The kids who had been in his History had told their friends and their friends told their friends who told anyone else in the school who hadn't heard that Gohan's was related to famous martial artists, that he was also trained in martial arts, that he had been to another planet, and that he had snapped in History and almost strangled the teacher.
Needless to say, he was considered a freak now. Oh, well. At least it was better than being labeled a nerd or a geek.
He reached his locker, tore it off it's hinges-surprising his locker neighbors-and threw his History book into the locker so hard, in cause a dent. He then grabbed his Science book and tried to put the door back on, but eventually gave and stormed off, leaving the locker open to raiders.
Reaching the Science room, he found Videl waiting for him.
"Hey, Videl..." he sighed.
"Gohan! How does Kuririn know you're you-know-who and was the thing about Planet Namek and the Kenmore Freezer all true?!" She asked.
"Kuririn knows because I told him and yes, the whole thing was true. Even the part about him being dead." Gohan explained, walking into the room.
"How the hell do you come back from the DEAD?!" she said, eyes bugging out.
"I'll explain at lunch..." he muttered, sitting in the very back of the room.
A few minutes later, there was a click of heels against marble and Bulma Briefs walked into the room, dragging her son behind by the scruff of his neck. The most demonic of all the demi saiya-jins was glaring darkly at his mother and the students.
"Good morning, class!!" Bulma called, sweetly, dropping Trunks into one of the empty desks. "How are all of you this wonderful morning?"
There was a mixed response of 'fines', 'good', and then one, 'terrible and getting worse' from the back of the room.
Bulma was unfazed by the one response and continued, "My name is Bulma Briefs', owner of Capsule Corporation. This is my son, Trunks Briefs. Unfortunately, he will be joining us today, since his father let him blow up part of the gym a few minutes ago."
"It wasn't my fault!!" Trunks protested. "My aim was off!! Otherwise, I would've hit that baka Senior!!"
"Hush, Trunks!!" Bulma scolded, backhanding him in the head. "Now that've introduced myself, I would like to go around the room and have you all introduce yourselves. Let's start in the back corner..."
Gohan groaned again. He had a feeling that he was going to be groaning a lot more today.
"Son Gohan..." he muttered, hoping that Bulma hadn't caught it and would go on to the next person.
"Oh! Gohan! You go to Orange Star High?" Bulma asked, staring at the demi saiya-jin with glee.
"Hai, Bulma." he grumbled, as the class turned and gave him another strange look that read, 'You KNOW Bulma Briefs on a first name basis?!'.
"Well, it's good to know you're in this class, Gohan!" she said, in mock happiness. She turned to the person next to Gohan. "And your name is?
This took a full five minutes; do to the fact that Bulma had to keep smacking Trunks for making faces at Gohan behind her back.
"Trunks, will you stop making distractions?" Bulma yelled, glaring at her son. "Their not going to learn anything if you keep doing that!!"
Trunks sighed, and turned his chair towards the wall where he began to play a game of 'Ki Wall Ball'. This proved more distracting than the face making, but the blue haired beauty didn't care.
"Today, our lesson will not be out of any of your Science books, as wonderful as they are," Bulma said, as she walked over to the window and dropped the teacher's guide to Science out the window. "instead, we will be learning about the wonders of time travel."
"Can that even be DONE?" a boy in the front row asked.
"Yes!!" Bulma replied. She grabbed a capsule and threw it on the floor. There was a large puff of smoke and where the capsule had been, there was now some type of machine that looked like a doorframe. "This is the time machine I made."
There was appreciative 'oos' and 'aws' from the class and Bulma beamed.
"Mrs. Briefs?" Videl asked. "Doesn't time travel break a law of science or something?"
"Of course it does!! But I've already proved Einstein's Theory of Relativity wrong, so this isn't really a trivial matter." Bulma exclaimed. "Time Travel is just a matter of tapping into the Earth's natural time warps, such as the one in the Bermuda Triangle."
"See!! I TOLD you that's the reason behind the disappearances!!" the class science fiction freak yelled. "And YOU all thought it was UFOS!! Or 'gas bubbles'!!"
"Then, when you tap into that time warp, you have to channel it into your time machine and then use it for your fuel," Bulma continued, ignoring his outburst. "And then you just set the coordinates of the place and time and voila! You are a certified time traveler. Of course it takes lots of time, energy, and proving other scientists' theories wrong, but it sure is worth it!!"
Many of the people who had been taking notes, groaned, wadded them up, and threw them away.
"Now, I'm going to give you a demonstration of time travel first hand," she exclaimed, walking over to the time machine. "When I type these coordinates in, the machine will grab one or two people from the time I sent it to. Then it will pull them back here for you to meet!"
"Can we grab one from the future and one from the past?" a black haired girl yelled.
"Oh hell, why not?" Bulma replied. She typed in something and the machine beeped in response. "There!! I've set it to the year 789(1) and the Planet Earth!! Now, we push this button and see what happens!!"
'Waitaminute...' Gohan thought, his mind racing. 'Mirai Trunks said he came from the year 784...And then he came back three years later...meaning...'
Before he could finish he thoughts, however, there was yell from above him and a certain purple haired teenager landed on him, sending both of them to the floor.
"Ow..." the second teenager groaned. He looked at the people surrounding him and then pulled out his sword. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!!"
"Cool!!" Trunks yelled, forgetting about his ki ball and let it hit an unsuspecting student. "Mom brought Mirai me to the past!!"
Mirai Trunks stared in horror at his chibi self and then at his past mother. "What the..."
"Hello, dear," Bulma said, smiling. "Could you get off Gohan and come up here? We're having a discussion on time travel and I decided to bring you back to the past for a bit."
Mirai Trunks looked at the crushed demi saiya-jin beneath him, who was giving him a 'You're so dead if you don't get off me now' look, and sweatdropped.
He stood to his feet and helped Gohan to his feet while mumbling, "Gomen Gohan..."
"It's OK, Trunks-kun..." Gohan replied. He shot a glare at the class, challenging anyone to laugh at him.
"This is my son, Mirai Trunks. He's from a timeline where the human populace was terrorized by two demonic androids," Bulma explained, as Mirai Trunks stood by her. "He came back to the past about ten years ago and warned us about the whole incident. So, you can all thank him for giving you a long, normal life."
There was a large, booming 'Thank You' and then Bulma went on, "Now, we're going to go tamper around in Earth's past. I think the year 737 should do just nicely..."
Kami's Lookout....
"The year 737...Maybe I should make this a little more interesting..." Dende smirked. When Bulma had set the coordinates for the planet, he changed it to the coordinates of the home world of the Saiya- jins, Plant Vegeta. "Being evil is so much fun!!"
Back At School....
Bulma didn't notice the little change of the planet coordinates, because she was too busy telling the class more about the past.
Gohan had moved from his original spot, hoping that the time portal wouldn't open above his head. But knowing his luck, it's going to follow him everywhere.
Bulma pushed the red button and there was an earth-shattering 'BOOM' and a bright flash of light. Two people were thrown out of the portal- thankfully not on Gohan-and the class leaned forward to see who had come through.
Both men stood up, looked around, and had a similar reaction to the Mirai Trunks.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!!"
Gohan gasped. One of the men looked exactly like his father!! Except this man had a scar on his face, was wearing Saiya-jin battle armor, and...had a tail?!
Mirai Trunks' jaw dropped. The other man look like exactly like HIS father!! Except he had a goatee, was wearing Saiya-jin armor with a cape, and also had a tail!!
The Goku-look-alike saw the second man and then fell to his knees. "King Vegeta?! What are you doing here?!"
"The same thing you are...Bardock, isn't it?" King Vegeta replied, smirking at his own power. He saw Bulma, who was studying him carefully, and barked, "Onna!! Where the hell are we?! And where's Frieza?!"
"You're in the year 774 and Frieza's dead." Bulma replied. She then turned to her machine. "What went wrong?! I swore I had the impute set to Earth!! Why did it give me MORE Saiya-jins?!"
Mirai Trunks and Gohan looked at each other and nodded. They knew who was responsible for this mess.
"Mom, if you want it to work right you have to do this..." Chibi Trunks exclaimed, walking up to the machine. He kicked it once, something beeped, and sparks flew out of it.
"TRUNKS!!" Bulma shrieked, and the two Saiya-jins covered their ears. "THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FIX THINGS!! IT'S A GOOD WAY TO RUIN THINGS!!!"
"But that's how DAD fixes things," Chibi Trunks replied, smirking.
"YOU'RE FATHER'S NOT THE GENIUS IN THE HOUSE, IS HE?!!" she screamed. The time machine beeped again and Bulma turned towards it. Her face paled and she read off, "System Shut Down. This Time Machine Will Self Destruct In Ten Seconds..."
There was suddenly a mad rush for the door and the classroom was empty-except for three demi saiya-jins, two full blood saiya-jins and a blue haired scientist-faster that you could say 'Saiya-jin no Ouji'.
Fearing the wrath of his father if he let anything happen to his mother, Mirai Trunks decided it was time to take matters into his own hands and he ki blasted the horrid invention to kingdom come, only leaving a few scorch marks behind.
"TRUNKS!!!! WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR?!! NOW I HAVE NO WAY TO GET YOU THREE HOME!!!" Bulma yelled.
Mirai Trunks shrugged and Gohan decided to speak up, "We could use the dragonballs, Bulma."
"That's right!!"
"Um...Mom? Goten and I kinda used the dragonballs a few months ago..." Chibi Trunks whispered.
"NANI?!! YOU WHAT?!!"
"I said that Goten and I used the dragonballs a few months ago to wish for some food...It was that day you and Mrs. Chi-Chi told us we were grounded from eating for a week..."
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELFISH?!! DIDN'T YOU THINK OTHER PEOPLE MIGHT NEED THE DRAGONBALLS FOR ONCE?!!"
"But we were hungry..." Chibi Trunks whined.
Gohan nodded towards Mirai Trunks and they began sneaking towards the door. Unfortunately for them, Bulma caught them.
"AND WHERE DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"
"Um...To Gohan's next classes?" Mirai Trunks' offered, sweatdropping. "I'm going to get a guest pass...you know...so I can get an education with people my age?"
"Good for you, Trunks!!" Bulma cheered, snapping out of her 'yell- until-sons-eardrums-burst' mood. "While you're at it, you can take these two with you!!"
"Um...OK..." Gohan replied.
"The King of the Saiya-jins takes orders from no one!!" King Vegeta snorted. "Especially from weaklings like these two..."
"What your next class, Gohan?" Bulma asked.
"...Gym..."
"Good!! Bardock and King Vegeta can have a good spar!!" Bulma smiled, pushing the two full-grown Saiya-jins out the door.
"I'll come too!!" Chibi Trunks yelled, racing out the door and after the other four before Bulma could protest.
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Kioko: And the plot thickens!!
Mirai Trunks: I KNEW I was going to be involved in this mess somehow!!!
Kioko: It's what you get for trying to murder me...
(1) For those of you who don't know, DBZ takes place during the century 700 AD.
Next Chapter: It's time for gym class!! Will Vegeta try to murder Mr. Satan? Or has he done it already? And how will Vegeta and Goku react when they find out their FATHERS are here?!
Mirai Trunks: You better not have anything in store for me, Kioko...
Kioko:*smiles innocently* You know I wouldn't do that to you, Trunks-kun!! This is a torture-Gohan fic!! Not a torture-Mirai-Trunks fic!!
Mirai Trunks: Why do I have that awful feeling that I can't believe anything you just said?
Kioko: How should I know?! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to write this fic!!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. But I DO own some Dragonball Z fruit snacks!! *pops a Vegeta fruit snack into her mouth*
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Chapter 3: Science
Gohan stomped down the hallway. Many people skirted out of his way, looking scared. The kids who had been in his History had told their friends and their friends told their friends who told anyone else in the school who hadn't heard that Gohan's was related to famous martial artists, that he was also trained in martial arts, that he had been to another planet, and that he had snapped in History and almost strangled the teacher.
Needless to say, he was considered a freak now. Oh, well. At least it was better than being labeled a nerd or a geek.
He reached his locker, tore it off it's hinges-surprising his locker neighbors-and threw his History book into the locker so hard, in cause a dent. He then grabbed his Science book and tried to put the door back on, but eventually gave and stormed off, leaving the locker open to raiders.
Reaching the Science room, he found Videl waiting for him.
"Hey, Videl..." he sighed.
"Gohan! How does Kuririn know you're you-know-who and was the thing about Planet Namek and the Kenmore Freezer all true?!" She asked.
"Kuririn knows because I told him and yes, the whole thing was true. Even the part about him being dead." Gohan explained, walking into the room.
"How the hell do you come back from the DEAD?!" she said, eyes bugging out.
"I'll explain at lunch..." he muttered, sitting in the very back of the room.
A few minutes later, there was a click of heels against marble and Bulma Briefs walked into the room, dragging her son behind by the scruff of his neck. The most demonic of all the demi saiya-jins was glaring darkly at his mother and the students.
"Good morning, class!!" Bulma called, sweetly, dropping Trunks into one of the empty desks. "How are all of you this wonderful morning?"
There was a mixed response of 'fines', 'good', and then one, 'terrible and getting worse' from the back of the room.
Bulma was unfazed by the one response and continued, "My name is Bulma Briefs', owner of Capsule Corporation. This is my son, Trunks Briefs. Unfortunately, he will be joining us today, since his father let him blow up part of the gym a few minutes ago."
"It wasn't my fault!!" Trunks protested. "My aim was off!! Otherwise, I would've hit that baka Senior!!"
"Hush, Trunks!!" Bulma scolded, backhanding him in the head. "Now that've introduced myself, I would like to go around the room and have you all introduce yourselves. Let's start in the back corner..."
Gohan groaned again. He had a feeling that he was going to be groaning a lot more today.
"Son Gohan..." he muttered, hoping that Bulma hadn't caught it and would go on to the next person.
"Oh! Gohan! You go to Orange Star High?" Bulma asked, staring at the demi saiya-jin with glee.
"Hai, Bulma." he grumbled, as the class turned and gave him another strange look that read, 'You KNOW Bulma Briefs on a first name basis?!'.
"Well, it's good to know you're in this class, Gohan!" she said, in mock happiness. She turned to the person next to Gohan. "And your name is?
This took a full five minutes; do to the fact that Bulma had to keep smacking Trunks for making faces at Gohan behind her back.
"Trunks, will you stop making distractions?" Bulma yelled, glaring at her son. "Their not going to learn anything if you keep doing that!!"
Trunks sighed, and turned his chair towards the wall where he began to play a game of 'Ki Wall Ball'. This proved more distracting than the face making, but the blue haired beauty didn't care.
"Today, our lesson will not be out of any of your Science books, as wonderful as they are," Bulma said, as she walked over to the window and dropped the teacher's guide to Science out the window. "instead, we will be learning about the wonders of time travel."
"Can that even be DONE?" a boy in the front row asked.
"Yes!!" Bulma replied. She grabbed a capsule and threw it on the floor. There was a large puff of smoke and where the capsule had been, there was now some type of machine that looked like a doorframe. "This is the time machine I made."
There was appreciative 'oos' and 'aws' from the class and Bulma beamed.
"Mrs. Briefs?" Videl asked. "Doesn't time travel break a law of science or something?"
"Of course it does!! But I've already proved Einstein's Theory of Relativity wrong, so this isn't really a trivial matter." Bulma exclaimed. "Time Travel is just a matter of tapping into the Earth's natural time warps, such as the one in the Bermuda Triangle."
"See!! I TOLD you that's the reason behind the disappearances!!" the class science fiction freak yelled. "And YOU all thought it was UFOS!! Or 'gas bubbles'!!"
"Then, when you tap into that time warp, you have to channel it into your time machine and then use it for your fuel," Bulma continued, ignoring his outburst. "And then you just set the coordinates of the place and time and voila! You are a certified time traveler. Of course it takes lots of time, energy, and proving other scientists' theories wrong, but it sure is worth it!!"
Many of the people who had been taking notes, groaned, wadded them up, and threw them away.
"Now, I'm going to give you a demonstration of time travel first hand," she exclaimed, walking over to the time machine. "When I type these coordinates in, the machine will grab one or two people from the time I sent it to. Then it will pull them back here for you to meet!"
"Can we grab one from the future and one from the past?" a black haired girl yelled.
"Oh hell, why not?" Bulma replied. She typed in something and the machine beeped in response. "There!! I've set it to the year 789(1) and the Planet Earth!! Now, we push this button and see what happens!!"
'Waitaminute...' Gohan thought, his mind racing. 'Mirai Trunks said he came from the year 784...And then he came back three years later...meaning...'
Before he could finish he thoughts, however, there was yell from above him and a certain purple haired teenager landed on him, sending both of them to the floor.
"Ow..." the second teenager groaned. He looked at the people surrounding him and then pulled out his sword. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!!"
"Cool!!" Trunks yelled, forgetting about his ki ball and let it hit an unsuspecting student. "Mom brought Mirai me to the past!!"
Mirai Trunks stared in horror at his chibi self and then at his past mother. "What the..."
"Hello, dear," Bulma said, smiling. "Could you get off Gohan and come up here? We're having a discussion on time travel and I decided to bring you back to the past for a bit."
Mirai Trunks looked at the crushed demi saiya-jin beneath him, who was giving him a 'You're so dead if you don't get off me now' look, and sweatdropped.
He stood to his feet and helped Gohan to his feet while mumbling, "Gomen Gohan..."
"It's OK, Trunks-kun..." Gohan replied. He shot a glare at the class, challenging anyone to laugh at him.
"This is my son, Mirai Trunks. He's from a timeline where the human populace was terrorized by two demonic androids," Bulma explained, as Mirai Trunks stood by her. "He came back to the past about ten years ago and warned us about the whole incident. So, you can all thank him for giving you a long, normal life."
There was a large, booming 'Thank You' and then Bulma went on, "Now, we're going to go tamper around in Earth's past. I think the year 737 should do just nicely..."
Kami's Lookout....
"The year 737...Maybe I should make this a little more interesting..." Dende smirked. When Bulma had set the coordinates for the planet, he changed it to the coordinates of the home world of the Saiya- jins, Plant Vegeta. "Being evil is so much fun!!"
Back At School....
Bulma didn't notice the little change of the planet coordinates, because she was too busy telling the class more about the past.
Gohan had moved from his original spot, hoping that the time portal wouldn't open above his head. But knowing his luck, it's going to follow him everywhere.
Bulma pushed the red button and there was an earth-shattering 'BOOM' and a bright flash of light. Two people were thrown out of the portal- thankfully not on Gohan-and the class leaned forward to see who had come through.
Both men stood up, looked around, and had a similar reaction to the Mirai Trunks.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!!"
Gohan gasped. One of the men looked exactly like his father!! Except this man had a scar on his face, was wearing Saiya-jin battle armor, and...had a tail?!
Mirai Trunks' jaw dropped. The other man look like exactly like HIS father!! Except he had a goatee, was wearing Saiya-jin armor with a cape, and also had a tail!!
The Goku-look-alike saw the second man and then fell to his knees. "King Vegeta?! What are you doing here?!"
"The same thing you are...Bardock, isn't it?" King Vegeta replied, smirking at his own power. He saw Bulma, who was studying him carefully, and barked, "Onna!! Where the hell are we?! And where's Frieza?!"
"You're in the year 774 and Frieza's dead." Bulma replied. She then turned to her machine. "What went wrong?! I swore I had the impute set to Earth!! Why did it give me MORE Saiya-jins?!"
Mirai Trunks and Gohan looked at each other and nodded. They knew who was responsible for this mess.
"Mom, if you want it to work right you have to do this..." Chibi Trunks exclaimed, walking up to the machine. He kicked it once, something beeped, and sparks flew out of it.
"TRUNKS!!" Bulma shrieked, and the two Saiya-jins covered their ears. "THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FIX THINGS!! IT'S A GOOD WAY TO RUIN THINGS!!!"
"But that's how DAD fixes things," Chibi Trunks replied, smirking.
"YOU'RE FATHER'S NOT THE GENIUS IN THE HOUSE, IS HE?!!" she screamed. The time machine beeped again and Bulma turned towards it. Her face paled and she read off, "System Shut Down. This Time Machine Will Self Destruct In Ten Seconds..."
There was suddenly a mad rush for the door and the classroom was empty-except for three demi saiya-jins, two full blood saiya-jins and a blue haired scientist-faster that you could say 'Saiya-jin no Ouji'.
Fearing the wrath of his father if he let anything happen to his mother, Mirai Trunks decided it was time to take matters into his own hands and he ki blasted the horrid invention to kingdom come, only leaving a few scorch marks behind.
"TRUNKS!!!! WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR?!! NOW I HAVE NO WAY TO GET YOU THREE HOME!!!" Bulma yelled.
Mirai Trunks shrugged and Gohan decided to speak up, "We could use the dragonballs, Bulma."
"That's right!!"
"Um...Mom? Goten and I kinda used the dragonballs a few months ago..." Chibi Trunks whispered.
"NANI?!! YOU WHAT?!!"
"I said that Goten and I used the dragonballs a few months ago to wish for some food...It was that day you and Mrs. Chi-Chi told us we were grounded from eating for a week..."
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELFISH?!! DIDN'T YOU THINK OTHER PEOPLE MIGHT NEED THE DRAGONBALLS FOR ONCE?!!"
"But we were hungry..." Chibi Trunks whined.
Gohan nodded towards Mirai Trunks and they began sneaking towards the door. Unfortunately for them, Bulma caught them.
"AND WHERE DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"
"Um...To Gohan's next classes?" Mirai Trunks' offered, sweatdropping. "I'm going to get a guest pass...you know...so I can get an education with people my age?"
"Good for you, Trunks!!" Bulma cheered, snapping out of her 'yell- until-sons-eardrums-burst' mood. "While you're at it, you can take these two with you!!"
"Um...OK..." Gohan replied.
"The King of the Saiya-jins takes orders from no one!!" King Vegeta snorted. "Especially from weaklings like these two..."
"What your next class, Gohan?" Bulma asked.
"...Gym..."
"Good!! Bardock and King Vegeta can have a good spar!!" Bulma smiled, pushing the two full-grown Saiya-jins out the door.
"I'll come too!!" Chibi Trunks yelled, racing out the door and after the other four before Bulma could protest.
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Kioko: And the plot thickens!!
Mirai Trunks: I KNEW I was going to be involved in this mess somehow!!!
Kioko: It's what you get for trying to murder me...
(1) For those of you who don't know, DBZ takes place during the century 700 AD.
Next Chapter: It's time for gym class!! Will Vegeta try to murder Mr. Satan? Or has he done it already? And how will Vegeta and Goku react when they find out their FATHERS are here?!