Trunks desperately wanted to reply that they were not normal, that in fact,
Gohan was the strongest person on the planet, that he was from the future,
and that he was the son of a prince of a nearly extinct race called
Sayajins who lived on the planet Vegeta-sei.
Both looked at each other for an answer that would be accepted, and found none. There was no way of taking control of the situation.
"We're sorry about that Mr Hedaysa" from Trunks was well timed with the adorable, irresistible Son Grin. Both, had forgotten that the principal was no woman though, and therefore totally immune to the effects of a Son Grin. If anything at all, in Mr Hedaysa's eyes, Gohan looked like a fool. This actually worked to their advantage for once.
"Hmm… I can see that you certainly would not cause this trouble. Must have been something in the food." Mr Hedaysa uneasily muttered. Trunks, ever the persuasive one latched onto the idea, and took him into the corner to strengthen the fledgling excuse until it became fact, not theory.
The two police Officers stood with easy grace in their uniforms, watching Gohan like a hawk would eye a cornered mouse. With undisguised contempt and perverse satisfaction at the perceived cowering.
Gohan looked at them sideways, hoping not to attract their attention. If he got mixed up with the police, it would take five hours to explain it to Chichi and months to convince her to let him back. He could not help laughing at this. Him, the strongest fighter on earth, was unable to make his own decisions because he was still underage. It simply rubbed him the wrong way.
He wondered how he could possibly resolve this situation, and get away with as few damaging rumours as was demi-humanly possible. He noticed a small movement to the left of him, reminding him of the person who had gotten them into trouble. Those Polaroid's would cause some problems if they were ever to be circulated amongst the students. Parents would be beating down the door to drive out aliens. Vegeta would certainly kill him for causing the "weak ningens" to trouble his "royal personage", Mirai Trunks or no Mirai Trunks. It did not help that his father wasn't here either.
How can I get those polaroids from Videl? Hmmm.
"Erasa, Sharpener, don't you have something to do?" Videl quietly, but forcefully asked her friends.
"Of course, but we thought that – "
"Oh, no, nothing at all we were just – " they were both interrupted by Videl.
"Well, I need you to do something for me. Can you go and get my bag? While your at it, reserve a colour photocopier, highest quality only."
"No Problem!" Both backed away quickly. They had heard this calm Videl only a few times, and both had been the signal of an imminent Videl eruption.
This gave Gohan the opening he had been searching for. Not even thinking about even a rudimentary plan, he formed a small beam of ki and aimed it at the Polaroid's. Releasing, he watched the incriminating evidence turn into ashes in Videl's hands with cold satisfaction. It would seem that he would need to have words with Videl.
Mr. Hedaysa turned around, much more composed than he had been before the impromptu Mirai Trunks trademark manipulation.
"You can go, I see that it was all a misunderstanding. I am very sorry for wasting your time Mr. Desano and Mr. Malari. I will deal with this myself."
"That is okay, it is good that nothing evil like Cell had been occurring here." Mr. Desano growled. He had lost family to Cell, even if they miraculously came back. He did not intend to hope for a miracle twice.
Twin sighs came from two directions. They had escaped this better than they had expected.
"Now you two boys, please return to your class-room for your next lesson."
"Yes, sir!" two voices eagerly called out. They sped for their rooms, and were closely followed by a confused Videl. How ever had they set the charges in her hands? In something she had bought, herself? Could they have possibly used chemicals? That Gohan was certainly a clever one, and Trunks looked like he could get anyone to do anything for him. I will figure this out, she firmly told her quaking stomach. She had always told herself to trust her instincts, and today they told her to leave those two alone. She did not know why, but she did intend to ignore it today.
Both looked at each other for an answer that would be accepted, and found none. There was no way of taking control of the situation.
"We're sorry about that Mr Hedaysa" from Trunks was well timed with the adorable, irresistible Son Grin. Both, had forgotten that the principal was no woman though, and therefore totally immune to the effects of a Son Grin. If anything at all, in Mr Hedaysa's eyes, Gohan looked like a fool. This actually worked to their advantage for once.
"Hmm… I can see that you certainly would not cause this trouble. Must have been something in the food." Mr Hedaysa uneasily muttered. Trunks, ever the persuasive one latched onto the idea, and took him into the corner to strengthen the fledgling excuse until it became fact, not theory.
The two police Officers stood with easy grace in their uniforms, watching Gohan like a hawk would eye a cornered mouse. With undisguised contempt and perverse satisfaction at the perceived cowering.
Gohan looked at them sideways, hoping not to attract their attention. If he got mixed up with the police, it would take five hours to explain it to Chichi and months to convince her to let him back. He could not help laughing at this. Him, the strongest fighter on earth, was unable to make his own decisions because he was still underage. It simply rubbed him the wrong way.
He wondered how he could possibly resolve this situation, and get away with as few damaging rumours as was demi-humanly possible. He noticed a small movement to the left of him, reminding him of the person who had gotten them into trouble. Those Polaroid's would cause some problems if they were ever to be circulated amongst the students. Parents would be beating down the door to drive out aliens. Vegeta would certainly kill him for causing the "weak ningens" to trouble his "royal personage", Mirai Trunks or no Mirai Trunks. It did not help that his father wasn't here either.
How can I get those polaroids from Videl? Hmmm.
"Erasa, Sharpener, don't you have something to do?" Videl quietly, but forcefully asked her friends.
"Of course, but we thought that – "
"Oh, no, nothing at all we were just – " they were both interrupted by Videl.
"Well, I need you to do something for me. Can you go and get my bag? While your at it, reserve a colour photocopier, highest quality only."
"No Problem!" Both backed away quickly. They had heard this calm Videl only a few times, and both had been the signal of an imminent Videl eruption.
This gave Gohan the opening he had been searching for. Not even thinking about even a rudimentary plan, he formed a small beam of ki and aimed it at the Polaroid's. Releasing, he watched the incriminating evidence turn into ashes in Videl's hands with cold satisfaction. It would seem that he would need to have words with Videl.
Mr. Hedaysa turned around, much more composed than he had been before the impromptu Mirai Trunks trademark manipulation.
"You can go, I see that it was all a misunderstanding. I am very sorry for wasting your time Mr. Desano and Mr. Malari. I will deal with this myself."
"That is okay, it is good that nothing evil like Cell had been occurring here." Mr. Desano growled. He had lost family to Cell, even if they miraculously came back. He did not intend to hope for a miracle twice.
Twin sighs came from two directions. They had escaped this better than they had expected.
"Now you two boys, please return to your class-room for your next lesson."
"Yes, sir!" two voices eagerly called out. They sped for their rooms, and were closely followed by a confused Videl. How ever had they set the charges in her hands? In something she had bought, herself? Could they have possibly used chemicals? That Gohan was certainly a clever one, and Trunks looked like he could get anyone to do anything for him. I will figure this out, she firmly told her quaking stomach. She had always told herself to trust her instincts, and today they told her to leave those two alone. She did not know why, but she did intend to ignore it today.