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A/N—Sorry this took so long, I planned to have it out yesterday at the LATEST but I've been suffering from a humor drought.  The puns have dried up, and the poor characters lie there gasping.  SEVERE writers block on this chapter.  I started it three times, three different beginnings, three pages each.  Guess three is a magic number, ne?  *begins laboriously polishing her clown shoes, trying to make the sparkle return*

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Chibi Trunks glanced warily at Goten.  The look on Gohan's face was indescribable, and if the older boy found out that they'd had any part in this whole marriage debacle, they were dead.  No, worse than dead—STARVING. 

Goten gulped and nodded slightly to Chibi Trunks.  He knew what the older boy was thinking, and he didn't want to starve either.  Warily, the two boys backed out of the living room.  They had to fix this.  There had to be some way to escape the terrible punishment that Gohan would deal out to them, once he got a look at those wedding pictures.

Super Trunks noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye, and watched as the chibi's snuck silently out, past Bardock's waggling tail.  He wasn't going to bust them.  No way.  As far as he was concerned, they had the right idea.  Shooting Mirai Trunks a look, he made a little gesturing motion with his head, and his purple-haired double nodded, somewhat wide eyed.  They didn't want anything to do with a rampaging Gohan either.

Sneaking quietly out the back door, the Trunks' encountered the two chibi's arguing on the lawn.

"But Goten, it's the only way, we already have five of them, we just need to find the two we drop—" At the sound of whispering footsteps, Chibi Trunks quickly noticed his elder counterparts, and cut off, smiling sweetly, "Hello brothers!  What are you doing out here?"

Super Trunks glared at his chibi self suspiciously—he'd had experience with the little demon, and knew something was up.  Something that would probably mean trouble, punctuated by screams and loud explosions.  That was usually the type of mischief the chibi's plotting resulted in.  Mirai, however, was a bit more clueless, and still shuddering over the threat of a rampaging Gohan.  "We came out here to escape Gohan, just like you," Mirai explained, "So, what were you two talking about?"

Goten smiled, "Oh, we were just talking about—"

"TOASTERS!" Yelped Chibi Trunks.

"Toasters?" Super Trunks narrowed his eyes suspiciously, recalling what he had caught of the conversation, "You already have five toasters, and you need two more?"

"Uhh…yeah, for…wedding presents!  Right Goten?"

Goten, under threat of  the 'Evil-Vegeta-like-Death-Glare™' which Chibi Trunks had been perfecting, nodded meekly.

While Super Trunks still looked suspicious, Mirai Trunks nodded gullibly, convinced in the good heartedness of his younger self, conveniently forgetting what an unholy little terror he'd been at that age, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense.  You'd need a lot of toast to fill up a Saiyan.  That's really thoughtful of you guys, you know that?  Maybe you'll keep Gohan from killing us after all!"

Super Trunks still didn't buy it, "Yeah.  Thoughtful."  All ideas of further interrogation were abandoned as Goten and the Trunks' noticed a bulky form flying through the sky towards them.  As the object solidified, and landed, they made out the burdened form of, "18?!"  Super Trunks backed up a bit, hand going instinctively for his sword, "What are you doing here?"

18 raised an ironic eyebrow as she carefully lowered Marron to the ground, and shifted Krillin around to hold him in front of her.  "Apparently your brother's disease is catching," she said glancing blandly at Goten, "Krillin has developed his own set of voices."  Noticing Mirai Trunks, she tilted her head to the side, "So.  You're still here.  That must be confusing.  How do they tell you apart?"

"He's Super Trunks, and he's Mirai Trunks," said Chibi Trunks, pointing to each in turn. 

18 nodded, "And you?"

Chibi Trunks blushed, and bowed his head.  "Chibi."  Glancing up, he saw a group of smirks.  Laughing.  They were all laughing at him—no—they had to understand!  "Don't laugh at me!  Gohan said that it was either Chibi, or what my dad calls me!"

18's tone was amused, "And what does your father call you?"

"#&*% *!&@*."  At their startled looks, he added, "But only when he's mad at me."

Mirai Trunks looked like he was about to choke on his own tongue, "Dad calls you #&*% *!&@*????!"

Super Trunks shrugged, "What's wrong with that?  He calls me, FUTURE #&*% *!&@*.  Or, if he's really mad, Future *&(^  $%&^#  little  $%#*  *(&%  $%^*!!!"

Chibi Trunks nodded, "Yeah, I've got that one too."

Marron blinked up at her mother, "Mommy?  What's a #&*%  *!&@*?"

18 looked just the tiniest bit uncomfortable, "Ask your father, dear."

Krillin, who had just woken up, was confronted with the noseless face of his daughter, as 18 set him on the ground, "Huh?  Where am I?  What is it honey?" he asked Marron's inquiring stare.

Marron blinked.  "What's a #&*% *!&@*, daddy?"

Krillin blanched.  "Where'd you hear that from, sweetie?"

If Marron'd had a nose, it would have wrinkled.  "Chibi Trunks says that's what his daddy calls him."

Krillin sighed.  Vegeta…somehow, it figured.  Turning to question Chibi Trunks, all he found was an empty patch of grass.  Looking up, two little yellow dots were already dwindling quickly in the cloudless sky.

"Huh, I wonder where they're going," commented Mirai.

Super Trunks bit his lip fearfully.  "I shudder to think."

Krillin watched the chibi's depart in silence.

*This'll mean trouble, you know.* Commented his Inner Gohan with a snicker, *Many things will be blown into itty bitty pieces as a result of your not stopping those two.*

Krillin chose not to respond.  Instead, climbing unsteadily to his feet, he accompanied the others towards the house.  After all, it wasn't like his Inner Gohan had any basis in reality, or anything.

That was just ridiculous.  Wasn't it?

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As shell shocked as he was, Gohan never even noticed the departure of his brother and the trio of Trunks'.  Glancing at Videl, who's expression was rather dazed, having never before been a target of the devious grandchild garnering plans of Son Chi-Chi, Gohan made his way into the kitchen, heroically braving the terrible danger that lay before him.

Chi-Chi sat at the table, humming happily as she stared at the phone, pen poised eagerly in hand to record incoming RSVP's.  At the sound of the massed footsteps, she looked up, grinning broadly as Gohan entered the kitchen, "Oh, Gohan, good it's you!  Bulma and I just finished sending out your and Videl's wedding invitations, and now it's time for you two to make some decisions.  Do you want chicken or fish for the reception?"

Gulping, Gohan answered, "Actually, mom, we, uh, need to talk."  There was no answer.  "Mom?  Uh, mom?" Gohan waved his hand urgently in front of  his mother's face, but the woman was gone.  Images of little black-haired blue-eyed grandchildren were skipping happily around her head.  She was completely oblivious.  The pied piper had come to claim her thoughts, and nothing short of a Big Bang Attack would rouse her;  which Gohan was sure that Prince Vegeta would happily provide if asked.  No, as tempting as it was, even insane, grandchild obsessed, meddlesome mothers didn't deserve to be blown into itty bitty pieces.

Groaning, Gohan plopped down at the table.  Why did things like this always happen to him?  "Gosh, don't I get a say…who said I even wanted to get married anyway," he mumbled, secure in the knowledge that his mother was lost in la-la land, and he was thus protected from assault by kitchenware.  Unfortunately, he'd forgotten Videl, who happened to be very sensitive to slight.  And her sharp ears had just perceived one (unwittingly or no) slung in her direction.

Videl's eyes narrowed as she took in the sulky teen before her.  It wasn't her idea that they get married either, but Gohan's reluctance really peeved her for some reason.  Stalking forward, Gohan was cornered before he knew it, chair legs squealing as he hastily scooted back to avoid Videl's glare.  Had Vegeta seen the expression, he would have been a bit vexed.  Videl was infringing on his patent after all.  "And just what does that mean, Son Gohan?" Videl growled, shoving her nose in his face, "You said we were mated, so isn't that the same thing, Gohan?!"  Videl didn't really know where all of this sudden hostility was coming from, but she didn't really care either, "We ARE getting married, Gohan, and if you say one more word about it, you won't live to regret it."  The last was said with such deadly sincerity, that every man in the room couldn't help but quail. 

Releasing Gohan, Videl spun about, and smiled cheerily at the astonished crowd behind her, "Nice weather we're having, ne?" she chirruped, "I think I'll just go call daddy and tell him the news."

As Videl exited the kitchen, the awkward silence was broken by a raspy laugh from Bardock, "She…she re-minds me of your," Bardock gasped for air, "your grandmother Sereri."

King Vegeta chuckled, "Yeah, as I recall Bardock, the woman hogtied you and had the ceremony performed without your consent." Shooting Goku an amused glance, the King chuckled, "He woke up the next day with a hangover, a wedding band, and Radditz in the making!"

Bardock grunted and ignored the jibe.  Instead, he turned his attention to the remaining two women in the room.  At the table, Chi-Chi was cooing, and talking to herself, hugging an invisible grandchild that sat in her lap.  Bardock eyed her warily.  He was getting a clue as to where the insanity in his son's family originated. 

With Chi-Chi still lost in her grandchild filled fantasies, Bulma was the only poor soul left wondering just who the heck this Goku look-alike was, and why he was staring at her, "Umm, ok.  Why are there two Goku's and two Vegeta's?"  Looking directly at her husband, Bulma put on a sweet smile, which would cause anyone who knew her to run screaming in the other direction.  "Care to explain, Veggie-chan?"

Bardock chuckled in amusement, "You told her that your nickname was Veggie-chan when you were a child?  I thought you hated that name!"

Bulma brightened, "His nickname really WAS Veggie-chan?!  I just call him that to annoy him!"

Vegeta looked like a piranha out of water.  All that deadly ferocity, and still helpless before Bulma, Bardock and his father.  From behind Bardock, Goku snickered, "Hehe, Veggie-chan…"

A low growl of 'Kakarot' was heard, and yellow glow began to form in Prince Vegeta's hand, when Bardock snorted, and turned to his son with a scolding look.  "I wouldn't laugh if I were you.  The whole time she was pregnant, your mother talked to you through her stomach.  I can still remember it…she forced me to sing lullabies to a fetus…" Bardock grinned evilly, "Widdle Kaka-chan."

Goku came as close as he ever had to a blush.  Kakarot was bad enough…but Kaka-chan?  Vegeta's took on an evil gleam that Goku recognized from the battlefield.  Snickering, the prince mocked, "Go to sleep, and good-night, go to sleep my little Kaka-chan…"

Bulma smirked, "Aww, that's the same one you used to sing Trunks to sleep, isn't it Veggie-chan!  You should have seen him," she confided, "He was so sweet!  And there was this one time, when I forced him into changing Trunks' diaper, and," Bulma smothered a giggle, "Well, let's just say that even as a baby Trunks had good timing, and excellent aim.  It ruined his favorite pair of spandex as I recall…"

"SHUT UP WOMAN!" Vegeta was panting harshly, and his color vaguely that of a sunburned tomato.

Bulma froze, and shot the enraged prince a glare worthy of, well, herself, "Gravity room.  Destroyed.  Itty bitty pieces.  NEVER BEAT KAKAROT!"

Vegeta shut up. 

Goku attempted his very first smirk, but was painfully forestalled by Chi-Chi who had finally returned from Oz to find her kitchen filled with replicas.  Bardock fell to the mighty instrument approximately 1.314 seconds after Chi-Chi awakened.  Never mess with the frying pan.

Sitting dazedly on the floor at King Vegeta's feet, Bardock moaned, "Urrgh, are all the women on this planet related to my dead MATE?!  And what is it with females and frying pans anyway?"

Goku shook off the affects a bit more quickly than his father, and struggled to his feet.  "No, Chi-Chi," Goku held out his hands pleadingly, "These guys are ok.  They're mine and Vegeta's dads—they're here to visit from Otherworld!"

Chi-Chi paused for a moment, then nodded, a bit disappointed.  With a little POOF the frying pan disappeared back where it had come from.  And where was that, you ask?  Some strange accessible-only-to-females frying pan armory located deep in a secret vault underneath Mount Fuji, perhaps?  Just a wild guess….(women, write for a map and instructions on how to obtain your own frying pan at: DeadlyFryingPansRUS@chichico.com.  Men, just ignore this message.)

After a moment of studying Bardock and King Vegeta, Chi-Chi's brows drew slowly together, and she recalled what had finally jolted her from her grand-child induced stupor.  It had taken awhile, but Videl's comment had finally registered.  It rang in Chi-Chi's ears now, with the solemn toll of a death knell.  Videl had referred to Gohan as her mate. 

Turning slowly to face her elder son, the mighty Mrs. Son was confronted with a blank-eyed stare.  Poor Gohan.  He had absolutely no idea what he was in for.  Oh, sweet misunderstandings!  How reverent and laden with opportunity for mischief!!!  "Gohan," Chi-Chi cooed in a deceptively calm voice, "I do want grandchildren….but….NOT BEFORE YOU'RE MARRIED DO YOU HEAR ME YOUNG MAN!??!?!?!"  With the ease of long practice, Chi-Chi's frying pan reappeared, and was on an intercept course with Gohan's head before he could say Teflon.

Gohan was completely and utterly confused, but filled with a deadly fear nonetheless.  With a little yelp, he ducked and took off through the kitchen door, knocking if off its hinges in the process, with Chi-Chi close on his heels. 

Poor Gohan.  He didn't even stand a chance.  Super Saiyan or no, he was doomed.  Everyone knows that mothers are gifted with special powers in order to terrorize…er…discipline their children.  It's just one of those universal laws.  Light is fast, the universe is big, and absolute zero is cold, and Son Gohan is dead meat. (1) Incontrovertible.  Possessed with the ability to destroy solar systems, to shake the very foundations of the universe, there was no way that Son Gohan would ever escape his mother in a rampage.  Heaven help him.

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Up on his lookout, Dende tried to concentrate on being a good god.  He really wanted to be, but it was just sooooo boring!  He just didn't get the constant wars and general outright meanness of these humans!  Sometimes he felt like blowing the lot of them up.  He'd been spending WAY too much time around Vegeta.  Or maybe Gohan.  Probably both, actually.

Dende's attention was jolted away from a nasty little gunfight he was supposed to be stopping, when he saw young Goten and Trunks flying towards the location of the once again active dragonballs.  It'd only been two days since he'd gotten his God powers back, and he didn't want anything to screw it up! 

Dende grimaced as he took a sip of his water.  He rather missed his customary Pina Colada, but he was going straight, damn it!  Straight as an arrow Dende!  Unfortunately for him, it was too late to do anything about it.  The chibi's had known exactly where the two dropped dragonballs were, and they were already neck deep in boiling water, and getting deeper. 

Dende watched in horrified fascination as Chibi Trunks pulled a capsule from his pocket to reveal the remaining five dragonballs.  This wasn't good.

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Krillin, 18, Marron, and the two elder Trunks' were almost bowled over as Gohan ran screaming from the Capsule Corp. building.  Hot on his heels was the Terrible Teflon Terror™, Son Chi-Chi herself.

Mirai Trunks shuddered, feeling a tinge of sympathy for Gohan.  Sure, the guy's alternate self had enslaved his universe, and turned the Z-senshi into babies, but honestly.  No one deserved this.

Krillin blinked, as Goku and Vegeta exited the house, followed by two replicas of themselves, who looked like they'd narrowly escaped a costume party gone bad.  Before Krillin even had a chance to ask a question, the sky grew dark, and ominous clouds roiled in from all sides, whipping up winds, and making things generally spooky looking.

Gohan, believing it was an omen predicting his doom, fell to his knees and covered his head, still horribly confused as to just what he'd done wrong. 

Videl, attracted by the screams, exited the building, telephone in hand.  The faint sound of outraged ranting could be heard coming from the receiver.  Looking up at the sky, her raging father forgotten, Videl exclaimed, "What's going on around here?!"

Goku knew.  Vegeta knew.  Bulma, Chi-Chi, Gohan, 18, Krillin and Mirai Trunks all knew.  Shenlong had been summoned.

"But how," Krillin whispered.  As far as any of them were aware, Dende was still on probation.

Super Trunks knew.  His younger self was a true son of their father.  "Chibi Trunks!" he moaned, "Chibi Trunks and Goten have summoned the Dragon!"

***Whew.  Now that this chapter's done, I think the rain's coming.  After all, there ARE clouds in the sky! *snicker* R&R PLEASE!  Oh, yeah.  I DID steal Sereri from Burenda.  *evil laugh* CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, COPPERS!  Err…officers of the law that I highly respect and always obey I mean….*gulp* ***

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