HERCULEan Days
Bulma: Kami! Please give me a way to get rid of Trunks. Dende, I need you.
Kami: Thanks Bulma. Since you asked for my help, it is my duty as Kami to see that your wish is fulfilled. Here, I've got an idea. Try this. I'm sure Gohan won't mind having a few friends say hello.
Disclaimer: I might be in charge of the whole planet, have powers far beyond the comprehension of any human, but King Kai still won't give me DBZ. Well atleast for the meantime I don't own DBZ.
Mr. Shoe gets the Boot
"Now class, I will be shpwing you the prototype for the newest and greatest invention in all of martial arts. This is the mark 1 Power Scouter. Though it will not be out on the market for another 6 months, Mr. Satan has managed to procure one for a measly 3 million zeni from capsule Corporation, leading some to believe thay he may be exercising his considerible charms on the head of Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs."
Before Mr. Shoe could even finish his explanation, a snort was heard from the back of the class. Mr. Shoe felt it was time to grill his former pupil. "So... what is so funny, Son Gohan ?"
Answering with the first response that came to mind, Gohan replied, "I was just thinking of what Vegeta would do to Mr. Satan if he discovered that he'd been excercising his supposed charms anywhere near the so-called prince of the Sayajin's mate and on top of that I have to wonder how Bulma managed to peddle that piece of Sayajin garbage. The thing's almost 15 years old for Kami's sake."
Gohan's flippant responses were begginig to anger Mr. Shoe, so with remarkable speed, for a human, he grabbed his whip and with a flash sent it flying towards the young demi-sayajin.
With inhuman reflexes, Gohan snapped his arm up, faster than even Videl could follow and grabbed the whip 6 inches from his face.
"Fool!" a small, yet muscular, black-haired man in spandex yelled arrogantly yelled. "How dare you insult my mate and then attack a fellow Sayajin, even if he is the spawn of Kakkarot. Do not worry. For these offences your punishment will be swift," Vegeta said, as, with a ki blast, he sent the former tutor to his death. "By the way, eldest spawn of Kakkarot, Trunks has recently been complaining that you never come to play, so the woman has instructed me to-"
"Do you mean ordered with threat of frying pan, Vegeta," Gohan cut in smugly.
"Silence brat!" Vegeta screamed angrily. "Anyway, the woman has instructed me to bring Trunks to your school to play with you and your baka human friends. Since you no longer have a teacher and Trunks is far more intelligent than any baka human could ever be, I'll allow him to be your teacher's replacement."
"We don't want no stupid toddler ordering us around," A muscular young man in the front piped up.
"Fine. Then I suppose my brat won't be teching you... because you'll be in the next dimension." Vegeta stated calmly, as, with a laugh and raising a finger he blasted the boy right to King Yemma's doorstep. "Any more objections?" Vegeta asked, grinning evily. After a moment of silence the prince of the Sayajins departed, flying out the window, with a farewell to his heir. "Have fun brat, but don't blast too many humans or else the woman might be upset and don't kill anyone named Videl because the banshee woman told your mother that she was Gohan's mate. Remember, our deal brat. If I feel that you've sufficiently tortured Kakkarot's brat at the end of today, I'll buy you an ice cream truck, otherwise you get the gravity room for disturbing my training. Understood?"
Up at King Yemma's check-in station...
"So, let's see then," King Yemma said, looking at a little notebook in his hands. "Turan Coon, eh. Weel you've got a decent record, probably enough to get you into heaven, but you aren't slated for death for another 69 years. How did you die !?!"
"Well you see," the man in a Peppi's Pizza uniform replied. " There was this short dude with really funny hair that I was delivering pizzas to, but when I asked him for payment-"
"Don't bother explaining," King Yemma cut in. "You're Prince Vegeta's 12th victim today and it's only 11am. Consider yourself lucky. The last guy who asked his royal pain in the ass for money, he was disembowled, sent to the current guardian of the earth to be healed and disembowled again before the Prince of the Sayajins saw fit to put the man out of his misery. Look on the bright side. As long as Vegeta's around, Earth will never have to face over population.
Back at the Satan Mansion...
Gohan, as usual, was cornered. "So Gohan," Videl angrily said, giving him the death glare, "Exactly what is a sayajin, who was that man and what did he do to our teacher."
"Um... Well... I'll explain later Videl. I promise!" Gohan stammered, anxious to get away.
"No Son Gohan! You'll explain now!" Videl commanded.
But as the 2 argued, neither one noticed as 8 year old Trunks prepped his new time machine and zapped a significantly older version of himself into the room with them and with his arrival all hell broke loose.
Next time on Dragonball Z: Videl get's the shock of a lifetime, as Trunks continues to play with his new toy and Gohan meets the Tenachi Budokai announcer. Next time on Dragonball Z!
P.S. What's the Tenachi Budokai announcer's name?
P.S.S. Read my other fics! They are atleast as good as this one, but because their not Gohan torture they get many less reviews. You can acess them through my author profile.
P.S.S.S. The survey's still going on. Who will teach Gohan's class martial arts?
Bulma: Kami! Please give me a way to get rid of Trunks. Dende, I need you.
Kami: Thanks Bulma. Since you asked for my help, it is my duty as Kami to see that your wish is fulfilled. Here, I've got an idea. Try this. I'm sure Gohan won't mind having a few friends say hello.
Disclaimer: I might be in charge of the whole planet, have powers far beyond the comprehension of any human, but King Kai still won't give me DBZ. Well atleast for the meantime I don't own DBZ.
Mr. Shoe gets the Boot
"Now class, I will be shpwing you the prototype for the newest and greatest invention in all of martial arts. This is the mark 1 Power Scouter. Though it will not be out on the market for another 6 months, Mr. Satan has managed to procure one for a measly 3 million zeni from capsule Corporation, leading some to believe thay he may be exercising his considerible charms on the head of Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs."
Before Mr. Shoe could even finish his explanation, a snort was heard from the back of the class. Mr. Shoe felt it was time to grill his former pupil. "So... what is so funny, Son Gohan ?"
Answering with the first response that came to mind, Gohan replied, "I was just thinking of what Vegeta would do to Mr. Satan if he discovered that he'd been excercising his supposed charms anywhere near the so-called prince of the Sayajin's mate and on top of that I have to wonder how Bulma managed to peddle that piece of Sayajin garbage. The thing's almost 15 years old for Kami's sake."
Gohan's flippant responses were begginig to anger Mr. Shoe, so with remarkable speed, for a human, he grabbed his whip and with a flash sent it flying towards the young demi-sayajin.
With inhuman reflexes, Gohan snapped his arm up, faster than even Videl could follow and grabbed the whip 6 inches from his face.
"Fool!" a small, yet muscular, black-haired man in spandex yelled arrogantly yelled. "How dare you insult my mate and then attack a fellow Sayajin, even if he is the spawn of Kakkarot. Do not worry. For these offences your punishment will be swift," Vegeta said, as, with a ki blast, he sent the former tutor to his death. "By the way, eldest spawn of Kakkarot, Trunks has recently been complaining that you never come to play, so the woman has instructed me to-"
"Do you mean ordered with threat of frying pan, Vegeta," Gohan cut in smugly.
"Silence brat!" Vegeta screamed angrily. "Anyway, the woman has instructed me to bring Trunks to your school to play with you and your baka human friends. Since you no longer have a teacher and Trunks is far more intelligent than any baka human could ever be, I'll allow him to be your teacher's replacement."
"We don't want no stupid toddler ordering us around," A muscular young man in the front piped up.
"Fine. Then I suppose my brat won't be teching you... because you'll be in the next dimension." Vegeta stated calmly, as, with a laugh and raising a finger he blasted the boy right to King Yemma's doorstep. "Any more objections?" Vegeta asked, grinning evily. After a moment of silence the prince of the Sayajins departed, flying out the window, with a farewell to his heir. "Have fun brat, but don't blast too many humans or else the woman might be upset and don't kill anyone named Videl because the banshee woman told your mother that she was Gohan's mate. Remember, our deal brat. If I feel that you've sufficiently tortured Kakkarot's brat at the end of today, I'll buy you an ice cream truck, otherwise you get the gravity room for disturbing my training. Understood?"
Up at King Yemma's check-in station...
"So, let's see then," King Yemma said, looking at a little notebook in his hands. "Turan Coon, eh. Weel you've got a decent record, probably enough to get you into heaven, but you aren't slated for death for another 69 years. How did you die !?!"
"Well you see," the man in a Peppi's Pizza uniform replied. " There was this short dude with really funny hair that I was delivering pizzas to, but when I asked him for payment-"
"Don't bother explaining," King Yemma cut in. "You're Prince Vegeta's 12th victim today and it's only 11am. Consider yourself lucky. The last guy who asked his royal pain in the ass for money, he was disembowled, sent to the current guardian of the earth to be healed and disembowled again before the Prince of the Sayajins saw fit to put the man out of his misery. Look on the bright side. As long as Vegeta's around, Earth will never have to face over population.
Back at the Satan Mansion...
Gohan, as usual, was cornered. "So Gohan," Videl angrily said, giving him the death glare, "Exactly what is a sayajin, who was that man and what did he do to our teacher."
"Um... Well... I'll explain later Videl. I promise!" Gohan stammered, anxious to get away.
"No Son Gohan! You'll explain now!" Videl commanded.
But as the 2 argued, neither one noticed as 8 year old Trunks prepped his new time machine and zapped a significantly older version of himself into the room with them and with his arrival all hell broke loose.
Next time on Dragonball Z: Videl get's the shock of a lifetime, as Trunks continues to play with his new toy and Gohan meets the Tenachi Budokai announcer. Next time on Dragonball Z!
P.S. What's the Tenachi Budokai announcer's name?
P.S.S. Read my other fics! They are atleast as good as this one, but because their not Gohan torture they get many less reviews. You can acess them through my author profile.
P.S.S.S. The survey's still going on. Who will teach Gohan's class martial arts?