Author Notes: Kioko: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NOT GOING TO BE ANY UPDATES FOR A WHOLE WEEK?!?!
Mirai Trunks: Think of it this way, Kioko, you'll get the time you need to work on all your other fics without the distractions of other fan fiction...
Kioko: Did I ASK for your opinion Trunks-kun?!!
Mirai Trunks:...No....
Kioko: Then stay out of it!!!
Story Note: Pan and Bra don't know they're in the past yet.
Disclaimer: Will the real owner of DBZ please stand up? *silence* I repeat, will the real owner of DBZ please stand up? *silence again* We're going to have a problem.
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Interludue: Hall Moniters...of DEATH!!
For once, Son Gohan(Dende had let them go 10 minutes early for fear of Gohan) did not stomp down the hallway. He did not growl threats to Dende under his breath. He didn't even bother to be nasty to Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten.
"Um...Gohan? Are you feeling all right?" Mirai Trunks asked,.
"No. I've tarnished the family reputation. I'll never live this down..." Gohan muttered.
"Look at it this way, YOUR father isn't in charge of dentention hall," Chibi Trunks replied.
"But YOUR mother doesn't own The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM."
On cue, all the demi sayia-jins present shuddered, for all of them had been hit with The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM more than once.
As they turned the corner, a mob of people rushed past them, some screaming, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!" while they were at it.
"What could possibably go wrong NOW??" Videl sighed, as a few more screaming teenagers ran past her.
"A lot." GT Trunks stated, before one of the crazied mobbers grabbed onto him.
"The...Hall...Moniters...Horrible...Save...Yourselves!!" he gasped, before collassping to the ground.
"O....kay," the three Trunks said in unison, raising their eyebrows in a freaked out sorta way.
"We needed subs for hall moniters?!" Gohan asked.
"No," one of the bystanders who had not met with the new 'hall moniters' yet said. "The two gym teachers that got fired decided they were going to be hall moniters."
Mirai Trunks and Gohan groaned. Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten looked excited. GT Trunks and GT Goten looked at each other and grinned. Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa paled slightly.
"You're serious??" Erasa asked. "That freaky short guy and Gohan's Dad are the Hall Moniters?!"
The three Trunks' looked scandilized at Erasa's description of their father, while the bystander continued, "There's two more of 'em I think. Clones of the first two or something."
"Cool!!" both Gotens chirped simutanisouly. "I didn't know tousan had a clone!!"
"Um...Gotens?" Gohan asked, sweatdropping. "I think the bystander means ojiisan and King Vegeta,"
"Oh..."
"The gold hair!! The tails!! THE HORROR!!" another student yelled, running past the group and taking refuge in a supply closet.
"This is going way to far." Gohan muttered. "C'mon, Mirai, we're going to go see what our fathers are doing to get everybody so worked up."
"Whatever you say, oh brave and fearless leader." Mirai Trunks replied sarcasticly.
"Hey!! What about the rest of us?!" Videl asked, exasperated.
"You wait here. GT Trunks and GT Goten will make sure that you don't get hurt," Gohan explained, before he cast the grinning-evily demi saiya-jins a death glare. "isn't that RIGHT, boys?"
"Uh...R-right Gohan!!"
"No WAY are you living me with those demonic teenagers!!" Videl said, walking up to Gohan. "I'm coming with you and Mirai Trunks whether you like it or not!!"
Without waiting for Gohan's answer, she grabbed him and Mirai Trunks' by the arms and dragged them towards the Hall-Moniters-Of-DeathTM.
"Bow to King Vegeta, you infidel!!" King Vegeta demanded, holding a student up by the front of his shirt collar.
"I-I would bow to you, s-sir, b-but I can't if you're h-holding me off the ground like t-this," the innocent student suttered.
"Ah! A smart mouth! You shall pay for you're incopidence!!"
Nearby the King of Vegeta-sei, his son was using a couple of the students who walked to slow as target pratice.
"See?? It pays to be fast, now doesn't it?!" Vegeta cackled, as one of the students barely dodged a low-powered Big Bang.
On the other end of the hall were Bardock and Goku.
"If you take 4 to the 10th power, divide that by 5, times that number by 120, what do you get?" Bardock asked, proving his supireror intellicelt over that of the humans.
"Um...25,165,824?" the math geek answered.
Bardock scowled and then asked, "Then square root the answer...and NO CACULATORS!!"
A few feet away, Goku was slowly torturing another group of students by telling them many of Kaio-sama's jokes.
"Knock, Knock!" Goku exclaimed cheerly.
"Who's there?" the bored group of students asked.
"Buckle!"
"Buckle who...?"
"Buckle up on every ride(1)!!" Goku finshed.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!!" one of the boys yelled, banging his head on a random locker. "YOUR JOKES AREN'T FUNNY AND TEACH MORAL LESSONS!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT A JOKE IS!!"
"Really?" Goku asked.
The group of students nodded solmenly.
"Oh...So do you want to hear another one?" Goku asked and the group of students fell over.
Gohan, Videl, and Mirai Trunks witnessed all of this from a distance. Mirai Trunks didn't know whether to laugh at, feel sorry for, or join in the student torturing, Gohan was angry beyond comprehension, and Videl looked plan horrified.
After Goku and Bardock's group of students had been cleared(Someone answered Bardock's math question correctly and Goku's group learned that they needed to LAUGH before he let them pass), Gohan approached his father and grandfather.
"Er...Tousan? Ojiisan? If you don't mind me asking but...WHAT IN DENDE'S NAME ARE YOU DOING??!" Gohan yelled, a vein bulging in his forehead.
"Being Hall Moniters, Gohan!!" Goku and Bardock said together. Clearly, Goku's cheeriness was being to rub off on Bardock.
"BUT WHY?!?"
"Kakarrot's mate said we had to do some type of job or she would use The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM on us," Bardock replied and once again, all the saiya-jin present shuddered.
"Why can't you moniter halls NORMALLY then?!" Gohan asked, exasperated. "You know...giving them dententions or tardy passes or something like that!!"
"Chi-Chi said that we could do the job however we wanted as long as we got payed for it," Goku said proudly. "Besides! Our way is fun!!"
"ARGH!!! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TRYING TO DO?!! RUIN MY LIFE?!!" Gohan yelled. He grabbed on of the lockers, tore it out of the wall, and threw it to the other end of the hall.
"...I think your son needs to take anger mangement classes," Bardock whispered to Goku.
"We already tried that," Goku replied. "It worked for about two weeks."
"Ah...Did you try a shrink?"
"Yup."
"Guidence consuler?"
"Visits him weekly."
"A nice long vacation?"
Outside of Orange Star High...
Pan had just landed on the treshold of the foreboding High School, Bra close behind her.
"What's up with all the teachers??" Bra exclaimed, pointing to the still rioting teachers.
"Who knows...Looks like some kind of strike." Pan replied.
"Why do you think niichan and Goten-kun are HERE of all places?!" Bra asked, giving a disgusted look towards the school. "Don't they HATE school?"
"Yeah, but maybe your Mom made them come to talk about Capsule Corporation to the students or something like that," Pan suggested. "Let's go to the main office and find out what classes they're in."
"Sounds like a plan to me,"
The two female saiya-jins walked inside and began looking for the Main Office. They didn't have very far to look, for the Main Office was just down the hall from the entrance way.
Pan walked up to the desk and tapped her hand lightly against it to get the seceratary's attention.
"Hm? Oh! How may I help you ladies?" she asked cheerfully, looking up from her papers.
"Could you tell us what class Son Goten or Trunks Briefs is in right now?" Bra asked polietly.
"I'll check for you," The seceratary replied, as she turned to the computer and typed in the names. The computer beeped in response and her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, but Trunks Briefs and Son Goten aren't registered students at Orange Star High School. They have not been enrolled or graduated yet."
"What?! How can they not be?!"
"Are you sure you've got the right school?"
"Positive!!" Bra replied. "Could you try again?"
There was a clicking of keys and the seceratary looked up, "I'm sorry, but the results are still the same."
Pan thought for a moment. How could Goten and Trunks not be students at Orange Star High?? Unless....
"Could you...look up what classes Son Gohan is supposed to be in right now?" Pan asked.
"Now there's a familar name," the seceratory mused. "Mr. Son is in Algebra. It's on the other side of the school, third floor."
"Thank you!!" Pan called as she dragged Bra out of the office and down the hall.
"What's going on?? How can your dad still be a student at Orange Star High?!" Bra asked, giving Pan a beweildered look.
"I don't know, but I'm sure that we're going to find out,"
By the time this had taken place, Videl had relized that they were on the verge of being late of Algebra. After giving his father, grandfather, and the Vegetas a warning Gohan, Mirai Trunks, and Videl went off to find the others.
They didn't look long, for Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten decided to become Junior-Hall-Moniters-Of-DeathTM and were currently chasing some jocks down the corridors. Gohan and Mirai Trunks decided to leave them be and pay more attention to GT Trunks and GT Goten, who probably more demonic by far.
By the time all five of them reached Algebra, they were five minutes late and tempers were running slightly above sea level.
As Gohan reached for the doorknob, he thought, 'Gee. I hope nothing really bad goes wrong in this class.'
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Mirai Trunks: Um...Kioko? Are you OK?
Kioko: Must. Post. Must. Have. Reviews...
Mirai Trunks: I think FFnet being down for a whole week made her blow a fuse. *waves hand infront of Kioko* O...kay...Remember to review!!
1. It's the cornest joke I could think of. It came off the back of a milk carton.
Mirai Trunks: Think of it this way, Kioko, you'll get the time you need to work on all your other fics without the distractions of other fan fiction...
Kioko: Did I ASK for your opinion Trunks-kun?!!
Mirai Trunks:...No....
Kioko: Then stay out of it!!!
Story Note: Pan and Bra don't know they're in the past yet.
Disclaimer: Will the real owner of DBZ please stand up? *silence* I repeat, will the real owner of DBZ please stand up? *silence again* We're going to have a problem.
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Interludue: Hall Moniters...of DEATH!!
For once, Son Gohan(Dende had let them go 10 minutes early for fear of Gohan) did not stomp down the hallway. He did not growl threats to Dende under his breath. He didn't even bother to be nasty to Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten.
"Um...Gohan? Are you feeling all right?" Mirai Trunks asked,.
"No. I've tarnished the family reputation. I'll never live this down..." Gohan muttered.
"Look at it this way, YOUR father isn't in charge of dentention hall," Chibi Trunks replied.
"But YOUR mother doesn't own The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM."
On cue, all the demi sayia-jins present shuddered, for all of them had been hit with The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM more than once.
As they turned the corner, a mob of people rushed past them, some screaming, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!" while they were at it.
"What could possibably go wrong NOW??" Videl sighed, as a few more screaming teenagers ran past her.
"A lot." GT Trunks stated, before one of the crazied mobbers grabbed onto him.
"The...Hall...Moniters...Horrible...Save...Yourselves!!" he gasped, before collassping to the ground.
"O....kay," the three Trunks said in unison, raising their eyebrows in a freaked out sorta way.
"We needed subs for hall moniters?!" Gohan asked.
"No," one of the bystanders who had not met with the new 'hall moniters' yet said. "The two gym teachers that got fired decided they were going to be hall moniters."
Mirai Trunks and Gohan groaned. Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten looked excited. GT Trunks and GT Goten looked at each other and grinned. Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa paled slightly.
"You're serious??" Erasa asked. "That freaky short guy and Gohan's Dad are the Hall Moniters?!"
The three Trunks' looked scandilized at Erasa's description of their father, while the bystander continued, "There's two more of 'em I think. Clones of the first two or something."
"Cool!!" both Gotens chirped simutanisouly. "I didn't know tousan had a clone!!"
"Um...Gotens?" Gohan asked, sweatdropping. "I think the bystander means ojiisan and King Vegeta,"
"Oh..."
"The gold hair!! The tails!! THE HORROR!!" another student yelled, running past the group and taking refuge in a supply closet.
"This is going way to far." Gohan muttered. "C'mon, Mirai, we're going to go see what our fathers are doing to get everybody so worked up."
"Whatever you say, oh brave and fearless leader." Mirai Trunks replied sarcasticly.
"Hey!! What about the rest of us?!" Videl asked, exasperated.
"You wait here. GT Trunks and GT Goten will make sure that you don't get hurt," Gohan explained, before he cast the grinning-evily demi saiya-jins a death glare. "isn't that RIGHT, boys?"
"Uh...R-right Gohan!!"
"No WAY are you living me with those demonic teenagers!!" Videl said, walking up to Gohan. "I'm coming with you and Mirai Trunks whether you like it or not!!"
Without waiting for Gohan's answer, she grabbed him and Mirai Trunks' by the arms and dragged them towards the Hall-Moniters-Of-DeathTM.
"Bow to King Vegeta, you infidel!!" King Vegeta demanded, holding a student up by the front of his shirt collar.
"I-I would bow to you, s-sir, b-but I can't if you're h-holding me off the ground like t-this," the innocent student suttered.
"Ah! A smart mouth! You shall pay for you're incopidence!!"
Nearby the King of Vegeta-sei, his son was using a couple of the students who walked to slow as target pratice.
"See?? It pays to be fast, now doesn't it?!" Vegeta cackled, as one of the students barely dodged a low-powered Big Bang.
On the other end of the hall were Bardock and Goku.
"If you take 4 to the 10th power, divide that by 5, times that number by 120, what do you get?" Bardock asked, proving his supireror intellicelt over that of the humans.
"Um...25,165,824?" the math geek answered.
Bardock scowled and then asked, "Then square root the answer...and NO CACULATORS!!"
A few feet away, Goku was slowly torturing another group of students by telling them many of Kaio-sama's jokes.
"Knock, Knock!" Goku exclaimed cheerly.
"Who's there?" the bored group of students asked.
"Buckle!"
"Buckle who...?"
"Buckle up on every ride(1)!!" Goku finshed.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!!" one of the boys yelled, banging his head on a random locker. "YOUR JOKES AREN'T FUNNY AND TEACH MORAL LESSONS!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT A JOKE IS!!"
"Really?" Goku asked.
The group of students nodded solmenly.
"Oh...So do you want to hear another one?" Goku asked and the group of students fell over.
Gohan, Videl, and Mirai Trunks witnessed all of this from a distance. Mirai Trunks didn't know whether to laugh at, feel sorry for, or join in the student torturing, Gohan was angry beyond comprehension, and Videl looked plan horrified.
After Goku and Bardock's group of students had been cleared(Someone answered Bardock's math question correctly and Goku's group learned that they needed to LAUGH before he let them pass), Gohan approached his father and grandfather.
"Er...Tousan? Ojiisan? If you don't mind me asking but...WHAT IN DENDE'S NAME ARE YOU DOING??!" Gohan yelled, a vein bulging in his forehead.
"Being Hall Moniters, Gohan!!" Goku and Bardock said together. Clearly, Goku's cheeriness was being to rub off on Bardock.
"BUT WHY?!?"
"Kakarrot's mate said we had to do some type of job or she would use The-Frying-Pan-Of-TerrorTM on us," Bardock replied and once again, all the saiya-jin present shuddered.
"Why can't you moniter halls NORMALLY then?!" Gohan asked, exasperated. "You know...giving them dententions or tardy passes or something like that!!"
"Chi-Chi said that we could do the job however we wanted as long as we got payed for it," Goku said proudly. "Besides! Our way is fun!!"
"ARGH!!! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TRYING TO DO?!! RUIN MY LIFE?!!" Gohan yelled. He grabbed on of the lockers, tore it out of the wall, and threw it to the other end of the hall.
"...I think your son needs to take anger mangement classes," Bardock whispered to Goku.
"We already tried that," Goku replied. "It worked for about two weeks."
"Ah...Did you try a shrink?"
"Yup."
"Guidence consuler?"
"Visits him weekly."
"A nice long vacation?"
Outside of Orange Star High...
Pan had just landed on the treshold of the foreboding High School, Bra close behind her.
"What's up with all the teachers??" Bra exclaimed, pointing to the still rioting teachers.
"Who knows...Looks like some kind of strike." Pan replied.
"Why do you think niichan and Goten-kun are HERE of all places?!" Bra asked, giving a disgusted look towards the school. "Don't they HATE school?"
"Yeah, but maybe your Mom made them come to talk about Capsule Corporation to the students or something like that," Pan suggested. "Let's go to the main office and find out what classes they're in."
"Sounds like a plan to me,"
The two female saiya-jins walked inside and began looking for the Main Office. They didn't have very far to look, for the Main Office was just down the hall from the entrance way.
Pan walked up to the desk and tapped her hand lightly against it to get the seceratary's attention.
"Hm? Oh! How may I help you ladies?" she asked cheerfully, looking up from her papers.
"Could you tell us what class Son Goten or Trunks Briefs is in right now?" Bra asked polietly.
"I'll check for you," The seceratary replied, as she turned to the computer and typed in the names. The computer beeped in response and her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, but Trunks Briefs and Son Goten aren't registered students at Orange Star High School. They have not been enrolled or graduated yet."
"What?! How can they not be?!"
"Are you sure you've got the right school?"
"Positive!!" Bra replied. "Could you try again?"
There was a clicking of keys and the seceratary looked up, "I'm sorry, but the results are still the same."
Pan thought for a moment. How could Goten and Trunks not be students at Orange Star High?? Unless....
"Could you...look up what classes Son Gohan is supposed to be in right now?" Pan asked.
"Now there's a familar name," the seceratory mused. "Mr. Son is in Algebra. It's on the other side of the school, third floor."
"Thank you!!" Pan called as she dragged Bra out of the office and down the hall.
"What's going on?? How can your dad still be a student at Orange Star High?!" Bra asked, giving Pan a beweildered look.
"I don't know, but I'm sure that we're going to find out,"
By the time this had taken place, Videl had relized that they were on the verge of being late of Algebra. After giving his father, grandfather, and the Vegetas a warning Gohan, Mirai Trunks, and Videl went off to find the others.
They didn't look long, for Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten decided to become Junior-Hall-Moniters-Of-DeathTM and were currently chasing some jocks down the corridors. Gohan and Mirai Trunks decided to leave them be and pay more attention to GT Trunks and GT Goten, who probably more demonic by far.
By the time all five of them reached Algebra, they were five minutes late and tempers were running slightly above sea level.
As Gohan reached for the doorknob, he thought, 'Gee. I hope nothing really bad goes wrong in this class.'
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Mirai Trunks: Um...Kioko? Are you OK?
Kioko: Must. Post. Must. Have. Reviews...
Mirai Trunks: I think FFnet being down for a whole week made her blow a fuse. *waves hand infront of Kioko* O...kay...Remember to review!!
1. It's the cornest joke I could think of. It came off the back of a milk carton.