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Gohan walked wearily into the Orange Star High School gymnasium. The trip back had been nothing less than one big, unmitigated disaster. Not only did they manage to lose two of the now inactive Dragonballs, but Goten and Chibi Trunks had been knocked out and were now slung unconscious over Goku's shoulders. It was really all their fault—Gohan had warned them that Goku was a Saiyan, not a Pokemon, but in their sugar-heightened cartoon- confused reality, all they could see standing before them was a big, orange Pikachu, ready for capture.
That, of course, had been how they had lost the Dragonballs, which the boys had managed to mistake for Pokeballs. After the second indestructible stone, thrown with Super Saiyan strength, had hit Goku in the head, the poor beleaguered man had knocked them unconscious in the interest of self- preservation.
Gohan looked around the high school gymnasium, surprised to find it still intact, though a bit tattered. Aside from several singe marks on the floor, and a section of bleachers that appeared to have been blasted, it was in pretty good shape.
Gohan looked around at the people sitting in the remaining bleachers, a bit surprised that they too, appeared to be in pretty good shape. Well, sure, most of them were snoring and drooling on each other due to the late hour, and there was still the occasional white-faced shivering figure indicating someone scarred for life, but all in all, they were intact, and not bleeding, which was really more than he had hoped for.
In the center of the gymnasium, Gohan spotted his friends and motioned for his father and the others to follow as he started towards them.
Vegeta was sitting back to back with his Mirai son; both had their arms crossed and the same expression of boredom etched across their faces—they looked like a mirror, despite the differences in coloration.
Bulma lay with her head in Vegeta's lap, snoring softly. A slightly darker patch of spandex indicated that she was drooling, but Vegeta was either ignoring it, or hadn't noticed. Gohan noted with relief that her frying pan was nowhere in sight.
A few feet away in a distinctly ODD mirror of Vegeta and Bulma, sat Yamcha and Piccolo. Piccolo looked to be meditating, and Yamcha had fallen asleep, his head somehow resting in the elder Namek's lap. Mentally, Gohan shrugged—he'd done it a time or two too—Piccolo made an excellent pillow.
18 was missing, she'd probably left to relieve Master Roshi of baby-sitting duty, and so the last Z-warrior decorating the floor was God himself, Dende, curled into a sullen little ball a few feet from Piccolo and Yamcha.
Gohan stopped a few feet in front of Vegeta who looked at him in annoyance but didn't say anything. Gohan shrugged, "Sorry I'm late, Vegeta, but something happened to the Dragonballs just as we were about to use them—you got any idea what that might have been?"
At the sound of Gohan's voice, there was a distinctive yelp from behind the blockade that the combined forms of Bulma, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks formed. In a purple and blue blur, out surged—MIRAI TRUNKS?!—with sword in hand, ready for battle.
New Mirai held his sword at ready, and charged at the startled teen, "AAARGH! I'll kill you someday Son Gohan! I'll make you pay for everything you've done!"
Gohan quickly dodged, and, flaring up to Super Saiyan, grabbed New Mirai's sword. "Umm, Trunks—what are you talking about?" Gohan asked in a voiced that tried to be patient, but came off more exasperated.
Vegeta snorted, annoyed to see his son, even from an alternate timeline, defeated by a product of Kakkarott so easily, "Knock it off boy," Vegeta growled at New Mirai, "This is the Gohan from our time. Oh, and by the way," Vegeta added seemingly as an afterthought, "those evilness lessons you agreed to are canceled."
Gohan scratched his head in confusion—Vegeta didn't even want to TRY to corrupt him? Gohan shrugged—it didn't matter to him—it wouldn't have worked anyway—not in a thousand years. "Ok, Vegeta—whatever you say."
Vegeta smirked. HE would be the evilest force the universe had ever known. Spotting Goku, Vegeta once again belied his evilness by showing concern for his son. "Kakkarott! Why the hell is my brat unconscious?!"
Goku laughed and scratched his head, carefully lowering the unconscious Trunks and Goten to the floor. The fact that they were still in Super Saiyan even while unconscious showed the extreme nature of their sugar high. "Heh, sorry Vegeta—they got a hold of a couple bags of sugar each and, well…"
Vegeta nodded in understanding. The last time the brats had had sugar they had targeted him as some kind of a—Squirtle or something—what the hell was a Squirtle anyway?!
Due to Gohan's extremely long day, he didn't register the fact that instead of two, one Chibi and one Mirai, there were now THREE Trunks', until Videl pointed it out.
"Uhh, Gohan—are there supposed to be three Trunks'," Videl asked hesitantly.
Gohan blinked, then blinked again—he'd thought that maybe his hallucinations were extending to the visual range, and thus had ignored it. Wait, since they were bonded, maybe if he was hallucinating, Videl would see it too. Gohan nudged Krillin, "Hey, Krillin, are there two Mirai Trunks', or is it just me?"
Krillin looked up at Gohan, sleepy eyes filled with confusion, "Didn't Videl just ask you the same thing?"
Gohan blushed, "Ahh, yeah, but…"
Krillin brightened a little, "OOOOOH. I get it—the bond." Krillin momentarily considered teasing Gohan, then shrugged and decided against it—he needed to save some material for future abuse, after all, "Yeah, I see it Gohan—there are definitely two Mirai's."
Gohan's face filled with confusion—wasn't Krillin going to tease him? Oh well, just another strange product of a messed up day.
"Ok, so, umm, Vegeta? Why do you have three sons now?" Gohan asked casually.
Vegeta looked at him in annoyance—it was WAY past his bedtime, and the Prince of all Saiyans was one grumpy customer. With an evil smile, Vegeta decided to let Gohan in on the events that he had missed. In a calm, detached voice, Vegeta explained all about Evil Mirai Gohan, Dark Overlord of the Universe. He then went on to describe the scene with the demon from Otherworld arriving and revoking Dende's powers for that little prank. By the time he was done, Vegeta was pleased to note that Gohan was quivering with suppressed rage.
New Mirai's eyes widened and he heard the distinct sounds of death stalking him as EVIL flared in this Gohan's eyes. Stomping heavily towards the curled up, sullen Dende, Gohan growled low in his throat—he was indecisive—on one hand, Dende had made his life a living hell today—on the other, he WAS his friend—to kill, or not to kill—that was the question.
As if in response to his dilemma, a small voice whispered in Gohan's ear, 'I say you should kill him.'
What?! Gohan blinked, and slowly turned his head to the right. There, perched on his shoulder, was a little mini-Vegeta, with horns and a pointed tail, holding a pitchfork and grinning evilly. *You really think so,* he asked Devil Vegeta questioningly.
'Don't listen to him!' a voice replied from his left shoulder. Gohan slowly creaked his head around, almost afraid to look. There, in all his glory, stood a mini-Goku wearing a long white gown, feathered wings pushing out of his shoulders, and a halo resting above his head. In his hands, he awkwardly held a small golden harp. 'Don't do it son, Dende's your friend!'
'Shut up Kakkarott,' Devil Vegeta replied, 'And what's with the harp, baka, you don't even know what to do with it!'
Angel Goku looked slightly offended, 'Hey Vegeta! That's not nice—besides, a harp is better than a pitchfork—what do you do—work in the stables or something?'
Devil Vegeta grew enraged, 'It's for TORTURING people BAKA! People like YOU!'
Suddenly Gohan spoke up, breaking into the fight, *Kill them. Yes. That will solve my problems! I should just kill them all—blow up this whole freaking gymnasium!* he thought wildly.
Angel Goku looked horrified at this thought, and even Devil Vegeta looked a little worried—he did have three sons here, after all, and Bulma, and even Kakkarott's second brat…Devil Vegeta gulped, 'I don't think that would be such a good idea, brat—just kill the brat from Namek.'
Gohan's mind voice laughed insanely, *No, must kill them all—it's the only way—the only way out!*
A small golden halo appeared over Devil Vegeta's head, and his pitchfork flickered back and forth between fork and harp, finally settling on an electric guitar. Devil Vegeta blinked in shock as he found himself standing next to angel Goku. 'Yeah, Vegeta, you came over to the Light!' Angel Goku exclaimed ecstatically.
'Not…exactly,' the mini-Vegeta responded, feeling around to discover there were still horns holding up his halo. 'But I guess we're on the same side in this one, Kakkarott.'
As the two miniature versions of Goku and Vegeta exhorted him NOT to blow up the gym, another voice piped up. *Yeah Gohan, if you blow up the gym, you'll blow up Videl, too!*
*Umm, Gohan, who is that?* Videl's voice sounded through his mind, laced with confusion.
Gohan blinked, and looked at Videl in shock, *You can hear him?*
*Of course she can hear me,* the voice responded, *I'm your Inner Krillin, I live solely to tease you about Videl—aren't you REALLY embarrassed she knows about me now Gohan? Think, an Inner Voice dedicated solely to her—she knows just how much you care now, Gohan!*
Videl blushed, *Wow, Gohan—is that true? An Inner Voice just for me?*
Gohan pushed away his embarrassment, he'd deal with it later. *What about them,* he asked, pointing to the little Vegeta and Goku replicas standing on his right shoulder, *Can you see them too?*
*Duh, Gohan,* responded his Inner Krillin, *Of course she can't see them—THEY'RE not real.*
Gohan had just about had enough—this debate about the existence and non- existence of his Inner Voices had just about driven him over the edge. He was going to do it—he was going to blow up—suddenly, a voice resounded in Gohan's head, *Don't do it son!*
Gohan sighed, *Why not dad? You're just a hallucination too—just like Inner Krillin, and Devil Vegeta, and Angel Goku—you're not real!*
Goku's mind voice reflected confusion, *Uh, I really have no idea what you're talking about Gohan, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm on Namek, and I've got all of the Dragonballs.*
Gohan was shocked, *What? You're really real? When did you go to Namek?!*
Goku's voice contained a mental shrug, *Well, you were just standing there talking to yourself, so I decided to teleport here and gather the Dragonballs for you.*
Gohan's mind voice nearly dripped with relief, *Oh, dad—THANK YOU!*
Goku laughed, *Be there in a second!*
Gohan felt Goku's energy appear behind him, and as he spun around, Devil Vegeta and Angel Goku disappearing with a pop as they were forgotten. There stood Goku, surrounded by the large Namekian Dragonballs.
At the sudden energy surge, Piccolo opened his eyes. Seeing the snoring Yamcha on his lap, Piccolo pushed him roughly off with a grunt of disgust. "What do you think you're doing Gok—" Piccolo began, but he was far too late—they all were.
"POOOOOORUUUUUNGAAAAAAAA!" Goku's voice called out.
Those who were still asleep, abruptly woke up—this didn't cause too much of a problem, seeing as most of the people in the bleachers promptly passed out again after a few perfunctory screams at the sight of the Eternal Dragon Porunga, who now filled the school gymnasium.
"Kakkarott, you IDIOT!" yelled Vegeta, holding Bulma close as he dodged a rain of ceiling tiles the dragon had knocked loose, "Of all places, why in the HELL did you summon the Dragon here?!"
Goku reached up and scratched his head in confusion, "Uh, sorry Vegeta, but, Dende was here, and I don't know Namekian."
"Did it ever occur to you, you moron, that you could teleport the Namekian brat back to Namek with you? Now the Dragonballs are going to scatter on the Earth!" Vegeta growled, glaring viciously.
"Oh, heh." Goku reached up to scratch once again, "Guess I forgot about that."
Dende, meanwhile, yelped as Gohan picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "Ok, Dende. You are going to make the wishes that I tell you to make, in the ORDER that I tell you to make them, or, I go with my first plan and blow up this school and you along with it!" Gohan growled menacingly.
Once again, Vegeta looked at Gohan with something bordering on admiration. They boy could be SO EVIL when he tried.
Dende gulped and nodded as he was plopped unceremoniously at the feet of the Eternal Dragon.
Gohan was about to instruct Dende on the first wish, when he felt a breeze—looking around, he saw that his threat to destroy the school was now moot, as the energy of the Dragon had already done so. All that was left were the strongly constructed bleachers, behind which cowered the entire population of the school, along with faculty, staff, and parents. Gohan shrugged. He'd take care of that problem when he came to it.
Nudging Dende with a toe, Gohan instructed, "Wish for everyone to forget this day."
Dende wrung his hands nervously, and made the wish.
Porunga's eyes glowed momentarily as he took in the words of the little Namek at his feet. "THIS WISH IS BEYOND MY POWER," the eternal Dragon's voice rang out, "I CAN MAKE IT SEEM A MERE DREAM, BUT I CANNOT ERASE THEIR MINDS. DO YOU WISH THIS—TO MAKE IT SEEM A DREAM?"
Gohan considered for a moment—yes, a dream—perhaps that would work! Gohan nodded to Dende, "Wish for everyone except my friends and I to think this was all one big dream."
Dende nodded, and made the wish. Porunga's eyes glowed, and a golden light suffused the crowd behind the bleachers. Those who were still awake, slipped silently into slumber. "IT HAS BEEN DONE."
Gohan nodded. Now it was time for damage control. "Dende, ask the Dragon to restore my school please."
Dende nodded. A slight flicker of a possible practical joke flittered across his brain, but he hastily pushed it away. "Better to live to joke another day," he murmured in Namekian before calling out the wish to Porunga.
Porunga's eyes glowed red as the school began to restore itself around them. Gohan knew the process of restoration would remain incomplete as long as they remained in the building, so he made his last wish, and solved his last problem. "Alright, Dende, for the last wish, tell Porunga to transport us all home and into our beds."
"What?!" Vegeta yelped from behind him, flanked by the two Mirai's, Bulma holding the unconscious Chibi at his feet, "What kind of wish is that, brat?"
Gohan glared in Vegeta's direction, "Fine Vegeta—YOU think up another wish, then YOU can spend all night finding everyone's houses and transporting them all into their beds so they think this was just a drea—"
Gohan was cut off as the voice of the Eternal Dragon rumbled, "Your wish has been granted…" and Vegeta disappeared with an outraged squawk. Alone in the empty gymnasium, Porunga's voice rumbled, "Farewell," and the Dragonballs set off for parts unknown, streaking through the Earth's sky in seven different directions, leaving Orange Star High School empty, but perfect, with not even a hole caused by their departure.
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Gohan jumped a bit to find himself in bed, in his pajamas. Apparently Dende had forgotten to exclude Gohan and the rest of the Z-senshi. Shrugging, Gohan turned over on his side and sighing, closed his eyes. *What a long, horrible day…*
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Vegeta and Bulma jumped to find themselves side by side in their own beds. Vegeta's growl of annoyance turned to a slight purr as Bulma reached over and whispered sexily in his ear, "What do you say we finish that 'demonstration' we started earlier?" And they did.
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Tien blinked in astonishment as he found himself in bed next to his wife, Launch. Tien had to stifle a yelp, as he noticed that although sound asleep, she was once again in her violent, gun-wielding form, blonde hair stretched out across the pillows. Carefully, Tien reached for the pepper he kept on the bed stand for such emergencies and sprinkled a bit beneath her nose. With a loud AAAAAACHHOOOO, Launch returned to her sweet brunette self, and Tien, heaving a sigh of relief, turned over and went to sleep—it'd been a long day.
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Krillin eeped in shock as he landed on top of 18 in their bed on Kame Island—apparently the Dragon's aim had been a little off. 18's eyes jumped open as she felt Krillin's weight land on her with a thud, then a slow smile crossed her lips. "Feisty tonight, huh?" she murmured. Needless to say, Krillin did not get much sleep that night. Poor Krillin.
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Goku was already asleep by the time he hit his bed, worries of the day carelessly forgotten as he had slipped into a golden slumber. Chi-Chi blinked sleepily as she felt her husband's weight appear suddenly on his side of the bed—she was used to it—him and his Instant Transmission. Happily, she pushed a stray strand of hair out of his peaceful face, cuddled up to him, and went back to sleep.
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Videl jumped as she found herself in the middle of her large, four-poster bed. Already dressed in a nightgown, and under the covers, Videl leaned back with a sigh. Today had been a long day—an astonishing day, filled with all kinds of surprises.
*What a long, horrible day…* Videl heard someone say in her mind.
*Hey, it wasn't horrible,* Videl protested.
*Videl, is that you?* answered Gohan in surprise.
*Uh, yeah, I guess it is—Gohan—why can we hear each other's thoughts?*
There was a slightly embarrassed pause, *I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise Videl.*
Videl considered arguing, but then sighed, and settled back into her pillows, closing her eyes, *Alright. Goodnight, Gohan.*
*Goodnight Videl.*
***ALRIGHT! This is the last, chapter—there may be an epilogue but I haven't decided yet. I want everyone to know that I had a great time writing this fic, and for all of you who were reading Getting A Clue, I apologize for not writing in such a long time. I've been really depressed lately, and really busy, also—a bad combination. I should have the next chapter out on that fic and my other one within the next few days. Anyway, sorry again, and thanks to everyone who enjoyed reading this fic!***
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Gohan walked wearily into the Orange Star High School gymnasium. The trip back had been nothing less than one big, unmitigated disaster. Not only did they manage to lose two of the now inactive Dragonballs, but Goten and Chibi Trunks had been knocked out and were now slung unconscious over Goku's shoulders. It was really all their fault—Gohan had warned them that Goku was a Saiyan, not a Pokemon, but in their sugar-heightened cartoon- confused reality, all they could see standing before them was a big, orange Pikachu, ready for capture.
That, of course, had been how they had lost the Dragonballs, which the boys had managed to mistake for Pokeballs. After the second indestructible stone, thrown with Super Saiyan strength, had hit Goku in the head, the poor beleaguered man had knocked them unconscious in the interest of self- preservation.
Gohan looked around the high school gymnasium, surprised to find it still intact, though a bit tattered. Aside from several singe marks on the floor, and a section of bleachers that appeared to have been blasted, it was in pretty good shape.
Gohan looked around at the people sitting in the remaining bleachers, a bit surprised that they too, appeared to be in pretty good shape. Well, sure, most of them were snoring and drooling on each other due to the late hour, and there was still the occasional white-faced shivering figure indicating someone scarred for life, but all in all, they were intact, and not bleeding, which was really more than he had hoped for.
In the center of the gymnasium, Gohan spotted his friends and motioned for his father and the others to follow as he started towards them.
Vegeta was sitting back to back with his Mirai son; both had their arms crossed and the same expression of boredom etched across their faces—they looked like a mirror, despite the differences in coloration.
Bulma lay with her head in Vegeta's lap, snoring softly. A slightly darker patch of spandex indicated that she was drooling, but Vegeta was either ignoring it, or hadn't noticed. Gohan noted with relief that her frying pan was nowhere in sight.
A few feet away in a distinctly ODD mirror of Vegeta and Bulma, sat Yamcha and Piccolo. Piccolo looked to be meditating, and Yamcha had fallen asleep, his head somehow resting in the elder Namek's lap. Mentally, Gohan shrugged—he'd done it a time or two too—Piccolo made an excellent pillow.
18 was missing, she'd probably left to relieve Master Roshi of baby-sitting duty, and so the last Z-warrior decorating the floor was God himself, Dende, curled into a sullen little ball a few feet from Piccolo and Yamcha.
Gohan stopped a few feet in front of Vegeta who looked at him in annoyance but didn't say anything. Gohan shrugged, "Sorry I'm late, Vegeta, but something happened to the Dragonballs just as we were about to use them—you got any idea what that might have been?"
At the sound of Gohan's voice, there was a distinctive yelp from behind the blockade that the combined forms of Bulma, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks formed. In a purple and blue blur, out surged—MIRAI TRUNKS?!—with sword in hand, ready for battle.
New Mirai held his sword at ready, and charged at the startled teen, "AAARGH! I'll kill you someday Son Gohan! I'll make you pay for everything you've done!"
Gohan quickly dodged, and, flaring up to Super Saiyan, grabbed New Mirai's sword. "Umm, Trunks—what are you talking about?" Gohan asked in a voiced that tried to be patient, but came off more exasperated.
Vegeta snorted, annoyed to see his son, even from an alternate timeline, defeated by a product of Kakkarott so easily, "Knock it off boy," Vegeta growled at New Mirai, "This is the Gohan from our time. Oh, and by the way," Vegeta added seemingly as an afterthought, "those evilness lessons you agreed to are canceled."
Gohan scratched his head in confusion—Vegeta didn't even want to TRY to corrupt him? Gohan shrugged—it didn't matter to him—it wouldn't have worked anyway—not in a thousand years. "Ok, Vegeta—whatever you say."
Vegeta smirked. HE would be the evilest force the universe had ever known. Spotting Goku, Vegeta once again belied his evilness by showing concern for his son. "Kakkarott! Why the hell is my brat unconscious?!"
Goku laughed and scratched his head, carefully lowering the unconscious Trunks and Goten to the floor. The fact that they were still in Super Saiyan even while unconscious showed the extreme nature of their sugar high. "Heh, sorry Vegeta—they got a hold of a couple bags of sugar each and, well…"
Vegeta nodded in understanding. The last time the brats had had sugar they had targeted him as some kind of a—Squirtle or something—what the hell was a Squirtle anyway?!
Due to Gohan's extremely long day, he didn't register the fact that instead of two, one Chibi and one Mirai, there were now THREE Trunks', until Videl pointed it out.
"Uhh, Gohan—are there supposed to be three Trunks'," Videl asked hesitantly.
Gohan blinked, then blinked again—he'd thought that maybe his hallucinations were extending to the visual range, and thus had ignored it. Wait, since they were bonded, maybe if he was hallucinating, Videl would see it too. Gohan nudged Krillin, "Hey, Krillin, are there two Mirai Trunks', or is it just me?"
Krillin looked up at Gohan, sleepy eyes filled with confusion, "Didn't Videl just ask you the same thing?"
Gohan blushed, "Ahh, yeah, but…"
Krillin brightened a little, "OOOOOH. I get it—the bond." Krillin momentarily considered teasing Gohan, then shrugged and decided against it—he needed to save some material for future abuse, after all, "Yeah, I see it Gohan—there are definitely two Mirai's."
Gohan's face filled with confusion—wasn't Krillin going to tease him? Oh well, just another strange product of a messed up day.
"Ok, so, umm, Vegeta? Why do you have three sons now?" Gohan asked casually.
Vegeta looked at him in annoyance—it was WAY past his bedtime, and the Prince of all Saiyans was one grumpy customer. With an evil smile, Vegeta decided to let Gohan in on the events that he had missed. In a calm, detached voice, Vegeta explained all about Evil Mirai Gohan, Dark Overlord of the Universe. He then went on to describe the scene with the demon from Otherworld arriving and revoking Dende's powers for that little prank. By the time he was done, Vegeta was pleased to note that Gohan was quivering with suppressed rage.
New Mirai's eyes widened and he heard the distinct sounds of death stalking him as EVIL flared in this Gohan's eyes. Stomping heavily towards the curled up, sullen Dende, Gohan growled low in his throat—he was indecisive—on one hand, Dende had made his life a living hell today—on the other, he WAS his friend—to kill, or not to kill—that was the question.
As if in response to his dilemma, a small voice whispered in Gohan's ear, 'I say you should kill him.'
What?! Gohan blinked, and slowly turned his head to the right. There, perched on his shoulder, was a little mini-Vegeta, with horns and a pointed tail, holding a pitchfork and grinning evilly. *You really think so,* he asked Devil Vegeta questioningly.
'Don't listen to him!' a voice replied from his left shoulder. Gohan slowly creaked his head around, almost afraid to look. There, in all his glory, stood a mini-Goku wearing a long white gown, feathered wings pushing out of his shoulders, and a halo resting above his head. In his hands, he awkwardly held a small golden harp. 'Don't do it son, Dende's your friend!'
'Shut up Kakkarott,' Devil Vegeta replied, 'And what's with the harp, baka, you don't even know what to do with it!'
Angel Goku looked slightly offended, 'Hey Vegeta! That's not nice—besides, a harp is better than a pitchfork—what do you do—work in the stables or something?'
Devil Vegeta grew enraged, 'It's for TORTURING people BAKA! People like YOU!'
Suddenly Gohan spoke up, breaking into the fight, *Kill them. Yes. That will solve my problems! I should just kill them all—blow up this whole freaking gymnasium!* he thought wildly.
Angel Goku looked horrified at this thought, and even Devil Vegeta looked a little worried—he did have three sons here, after all, and Bulma, and even Kakkarott's second brat…Devil Vegeta gulped, 'I don't think that would be such a good idea, brat—just kill the brat from Namek.'
Gohan's mind voice laughed insanely, *No, must kill them all—it's the only way—the only way out!*
A small golden halo appeared over Devil Vegeta's head, and his pitchfork flickered back and forth between fork and harp, finally settling on an electric guitar. Devil Vegeta blinked in shock as he found himself standing next to angel Goku. 'Yeah, Vegeta, you came over to the Light!' Angel Goku exclaimed ecstatically.
'Not…exactly,' the mini-Vegeta responded, feeling around to discover there were still horns holding up his halo. 'But I guess we're on the same side in this one, Kakkarott.'
As the two miniature versions of Goku and Vegeta exhorted him NOT to blow up the gym, another voice piped up. *Yeah Gohan, if you blow up the gym, you'll blow up Videl, too!*
*Umm, Gohan, who is that?* Videl's voice sounded through his mind, laced with confusion.
Gohan blinked, and looked at Videl in shock, *You can hear him?*
*Of course she can hear me,* the voice responded, *I'm your Inner Krillin, I live solely to tease you about Videl—aren't you REALLY embarrassed she knows about me now Gohan? Think, an Inner Voice dedicated solely to her—she knows just how much you care now, Gohan!*
Videl blushed, *Wow, Gohan—is that true? An Inner Voice just for me?*
Gohan pushed away his embarrassment, he'd deal with it later. *What about them,* he asked, pointing to the little Vegeta and Goku replicas standing on his right shoulder, *Can you see them too?*
*Duh, Gohan,* responded his Inner Krillin, *Of course she can't see them—THEY'RE not real.*
Gohan had just about had enough—this debate about the existence and non- existence of his Inner Voices had just about driven him over the edge. He was going to do it—he was going to blow up—suddenly, a voice resounded in Gohan's head, *Don't do it son!*
Gohan sighed, *Why not dad? You're just a hallucination too—just like Inner Krillin, and Devil Vegeta, and Angel Goku—you're not real!*
Goku's mind voice reflected confusion, *Uh, I really have no idea what you're talking about Gohan, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm on Namek, and I've got all of the Dragonballs.*
Gohan was shocked, *What? You're really real? When did you go to Namek?!*
Goku's voice contained a mental shrug, *Well, you were just standing there talking to yourself, so I decided to teleport here and gather the Dragonballs for you.*
Gohan's mind voice nearly dripped with relief, *Oh, dad—THANK YOU!*
Goku laughed, *Be there in a second!*
Gohan felt Goku's energy appear behind him, and as he spun around, Devil Vegeta and Angel Goku disappearing with a pop as they were forgotten. There stood Goku, surrounded by the large Namekian Dragonballs.
At the sudden energy surge, Piccolo opened his eyes. Seeing the snoring Yamcha on his lap, Piccolo pushed him roughly off with a grunt of disgust. "What do you think you're doing Gok—" Piccolo began, but he was far too late—they all were.
"POOOOOORUUUUUNGAAAAAAAA!" Goku's voice called out.
Those who were still asleep, abruptly woke up—this didn't cause too much of a problem, seeing as most of the people in the bleachers promptly passed out again after a few perfunctory screams at the sight of the Eternal Dragon Porunga, who now filled the school gymnasium.
"Kakkarott, you IDIOT!" yelled Vegeta, holding Bulma close as he dodged a rain of ceiling tiles the dragon had knocked loose, "Of all places, why in the HELL did you summon the Dragon here?!"
Goku reached up and scratched his head in confusion, "Uh, sorry Vegeta, but, Dende was here, and I don't know Namekian."
"Did it ever occur to you, you moron, that you could teleport the Namekian brat back to Namek with you? Now the Dragonballs are going to scatter on the Earth!" Vegeta growled, glaring viciously.
"Oh, heh." Goku reached up to scratch once again, "Guess I forgot about that."
Dende, meanwhile, yelped as Gohan picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "Ok, Dende. You are going to make the wishes that I tell you to make, in the ORDER that I tell you to make them, or, I go with my first plan and blow up this school and you along with it!" Gohan growled menacingly.
Once again, Vegeta looked at Gohan with something bordering on admiration. They boy could be SO EVIL when he tried.
Dende gulped and nodded as he was plopped unceremoniously at the feet of the Eternal Dragon.
Gohan was about to instruct Dende on the first wish, when he felt a breeze—looking around, he saw that his threat to destroy the school was now moot, as the energy of the Dragon had already done so. All that was left were the strongly constructed bleachers, behind which cowered the entire population of the school, along with faculty, staff, and parents. Gohan shrugged. He'd take care of that problem when he came to it.
Nudging Dende with a toe, Gohan instructed, "Wish for everyone to forget this day."
Dende wrung his hands nervously, and made the wish.
Porunga's eyes glowed momentarily as he took in the words of the little Namek at his feet. "THIS WISH IS BEYOND MY POWER," the eternal Dragon's voice rang out, "I CAN MAKE IT SEEM A MERE DREAM, BUT I CANNOT ERASE THEIR MINDS. DO YOU WISH THIS—TO MAKE IT SEEM A DREAM?"
Gohan considered for a moment—yes, a dream—perhaps that would work! Gohan nodded to Dende, "Wish for everyone except my friends and I to think this was all one big dream."
Dende nodded, and made the wish. Porunga's eyes glowed, and a golden light suffused the crowd behind the bleachers. Those who were still awake, slipped silently into slumber. "IT HAS BEEN DONE."
Gohan nodded. Now it was time for damage control. "Dende, ask the Dragon to restore my school please."
Dende nodded. A slight flicker of a possible practical joke flittered across his brain, but he hastily pushed it away. "Better to live to joke another day," he murmured in Namekian before calling out the wish to Porunga.
Porunga's eyes glowed red as the school began to restore itself around them. Gohan knew the process of restoration would remain incomplete as long as they remained in the building, so he made his last wish, and solved his last problem. "Alright, Dende, for the last wish, tell Porunga to transport us all home and into our beds."
"What?!" Vegeta yelped from behind him, flanked by the two Mirai's, Bulma holding the unconscious Chibi at his feet, "What kind of wish is that, brat?"
Gohan glared in Vegeta's direction, "Fine Vegeta—YOU think up another wish, then YOU can spend all night finding everyone's houses and transporting them all into their beds so they think this was just a drea—"
Gohan was cut off as the voice of the Eternal Dragon rumbled, "Your wish has been granted…" and Vegeta disappeared with an outraged squawk. Alone in the empty gymnasium, Porunga's voice rumbled, "Farewell," and the Dragonballs set off for parts unknown, streaking through the Earth's sky in seven different directions, leaving Orange Star High School empty, but perfect, with not even a hole caused by their departure.
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Gohan jumped a bit to find himself in bed, in his pajamas. Apparently Dende had forgotten to exclude Gohan and the rest of the Z-senshi. Shrugging, Gohan turned over on his side and sighing, closed his eyes. *What a long, horrible day…*
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Vegeta and Bulma jumped to find themselves side by side in their own beds. Vegeta's growl of annoyance turned to a slight purr as Bulma reached over and whispered sexily in his ear, "What do you say we finish that 'demonstration' we started earlier?" And they did.
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Tien blinked in astonishment as he found himself in bed next to his wife, Launch. Tien had to stifle a yelp, as he noticed that although sound asleep, she was once again in her violent, gun-wielding form, blonde hair stretched out across the pillows. Carefully, Tien reached for the pepper he kept on the bed stand for such emergencies and sprinkled a bit beneath her nose. With a loud AAAAAACHHOOOO, Launch returned to her sweet brunette self, and Tien, heaving a sigh of relief, turned over and went to sleep—it'd been a long day.
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Krillin eeped in shock as he landed on top of 18 in their bed on Kame Island—apparently the Dragon's aim had been a little off. 18's eyes jumped open as she felt Krillin's weight land on her with a thud, then a slow smile crossed her lips. "Feisty tonight, huh?" she murmured. Needless to say, Krillin did not get much sleep that night. Poor Krillin.
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Goku was already asleep by the time he hit his bed, worries of the day carelessly forgotten as he had slipped into a golden slumber. Chi-Chi blinked sleepily as she felt her husband's weight appear suddenly on his side of the bed—she was used to it—him and his Instant Transmission. Happily, she pushed a stray strand of hair out of his peaceful face, cuddled up to him, and went back to sleep.
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Videl jumped as she found herself in the middle of her large, four-poster bed. Already dressed in a nightgown, and under the covers, Videl leaned back with a sigh. Today had been a long day—an astonishing day, filled with all kinds of surprises.
*What a long, horrible day…* Videl heard someone say in her mind.
*Hey, it wasn't horrible,* Videl protested.
*Videl, is that you?* answered Gohan in surprise.
*Uh, yeah, I guess it is—Gohan—why can we hear each other's thoughts?*
There was a slightly embarrassed pause, *I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise Videl.*
Videl considered arguing, but then sighed, and settled back into her pillows, closing her eyes, *Alright. Goodnight, Gohan.*
*Goodnight Videl.*
***ALRIGHT! This is the last, chapter—there may be an epilogue but I haven't decided yet. I want everyone to know that I had a great time writing this fic, and for all of you who were reading Getting A Clue, I apologize for not writing in such a long time. I've been really depressed lately, and really busy, also—a bad combination. I should have the next chapter out on that fic and my other one within the next few days. Anyway, sorry again, and thanks to everyone who enjoyed reading this fic!***
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