There were few things Gohan enjoyed more than the start of a new semester of classes. The chance to educate a new batch of moldable young minds...finding out who would actually try to learn and who would use his class as a chance to get more sleep, knowing that in many cases he held their fates in his hands...pure fun.
He stood at the top of the center aisle of the auditorium, examining the backs of his students' heads. Some of them he'd had in different classes. A few he simply recognized from around campus. There was one that looked rather familiar, but he couldn't place from where...
"Hello, everyone! I'm Professor Son!" He grinned to himself as the students turned to face him--and stopped dead in his tracks. The student whose back-of-her-head looked rather familiar was his wife. Normally seeing her face was one of the few things he enjoyed more than a new class, but not in this case. His brain fused.
For a long moment, the two simply stared at one another, while the rest of the class wondered what the hell was going on.
"Um," Gohan said, finally rediscovering his speech centers, "There'll be a small delay in class..." He nodded at Videl to follow him, then left the room.
"What the hell?" they both asked each other the moment the door closed.
Gohan ran a hand through his hair. "Some idiot in registration apparently didn't notice that we shared a LAST NAME, or that we're registered as MARRIED TO EACH OTHER, and moved you into my class when the biology you'd signed up for was full. Oh boy, this is not going to be good."
Videl tapped her foot. "Well, let's just suffer through it for today, and then after all of our classes are over, we'll go talk to someone."
"Ok...it's less than an hour, so it shouldn't be too bad."
"You'll do fine." She pulled him to her and gave him a brief kiss. "Now let's get back in there, before they decide to leave." He nodded, and they re-entered the classroom, she returning to her seat, he walking to the podium.
He went through the roll call as normally as he could, hoping that none of his other students would catch the name similarity. He passed out the syllabus, went over it, and asked if anyone had any questions. After he took care of what questions there were, he let everyone leave a few minutes early.
The rest of classes that day weren't nearly as interesting, for either Gohan or Videl. Minus the brain fusing, the rest of Gohan's followed the same pattern. Videl met some more of her professors and picked up more syllabi. Then, when they had both finished, they met at the cafeteria and together went to talk to someone who could fix this mess.
***
"BREACH OF CONTRACT SUIT?!" They both yelled at once. The staff member they were talking to, a weaselly little man named Itachi Nukeana, nodded.
"Yes. You see, every other class you could take in place of biology is full, as is every other biology class. If you don't take this class, then you won't have enough hours to stay in college, and we can't make an exception. And if you don't have enough hours, then you won't be going here and thus we can--and will--hit you with a breach of contract suit." He smiled nastily, showing teeth that were overdue for a brushing. "So I'm afraid, Mrs. Son, that you'll have to stay in your husband's class for this semester."
Videl bared her teeth. "You won't be able to make me stay."
"Oh yes I can. I have college regulations on my side. You can't override those."
"The law can," Gohan replied. The two of them got up to leave.
Nukeana chuckled humorlessly. "The law indeed. Not even the best lawyers in the world could let you win this, and they'd be much more expensive than the suit by itself." He chuckled again as they closed the door.
"Good thing for us," Videl said once the door had finished closing, "That one of the best lawyers in the world is a friend of ours."
***
Gohan rang the doorbell at their friend's house. About thirty seconds later, Jennifer Bengoshi answered the door, looking a bit annoyed, her long red hair a mess, her clothes partially disarrayed. Gohan and Videl exchanged glances. *Looks like we might have interrupted something.*
"Hey. Can I help you?"
"Yeah. We need to talk about something kinda urgent. Can we come in?"
"Sure." They followed her into the living room, where her fiance, Mirai Briefs, was stretched out on the couch in about the same condition as Jennifer; messed up hair (though his was purple and just a little shorter) and clothes. This confirmed their suspicions that they'd been making out, since the alternate older Trunks was too shy to go any farther until after the wedding.
When he saw the couple, he blushed a bit, sat up, and straightened himself out. "Hey guys. What's up?" They started to explain, but Jennifer cut them off.
"Dinner's about ready. Tell us then. Good thing I made extra, and if these two Saiyans can restrain themselves, I think we can make it stretch to serve four."
***
"I see," the lawyer said a few minutes later, after Gohan and Videl had told their story. Dinner was indeed stretching, since both of the half-Saiyans there had learned to reign in their appetites in front of the women they loved.
"Do you think you can help us?" Videl asked.
Jennifer wiped her mouth. "Probably. He's got a good case, there's no denying that, but I bet I can make a better one. I'll teach him not to mess with friends of Jennifer Bengoshi-soon-to-be-Briefs." She winked at Mirai, who smiled.
"I'll have to warn you, though," she continued, "That this could take a while. Even if we end up winning, you might have served an entire semester anyway."
"I don't care," said Gohan. "Even if we win just on principle, that's what matters." His wife nodded, and Jennifer shrugged.
"Well then, I guess I'll take this case for you."
"Thanks! How much do you charge?"
The redhead laughed. "Like I'd charge my friends. Consider this on the house." The two couples finished dinner, talking and laughing all the while. Even though Jennifer and Mirai were several years older than Videl and Gohan, they were best friends anyway. Finally, the evening drew to a close and the Son's decided it was time to leave. As Gohan and Mirai chatted in the driveway, Jennifer grabbed Videl in the doorway.
"This isn't going to be free after all. I want you to do me a favor..." The lawyer whispered in her ear, and the martial artist laughed.
"Can do, can do." Videl bade her goodbye and walked to join her husband. They said farewell to Mirai, then flew off into the air. When they were out of sight, Mirai and Jennifer walked back inside, to the couch.
"Now, where were we?"
***
"Jennifer wants us to do us a favor."
"What?"
"She wants us to tease Mirai as much as she does."
Gohan laughed. "If that's all it takes to nail that bastard Nukeana, it's worth it."
He stood at the top of the center aisle of the auditorium, examining the backs of his students' heads. Some of them he'd had in different classes. A few he simply recognized from around campus. There was one that looked rather familiar, but he couldn't place from where...
"Hello, everyone! I'm Professor Son!" He grinned to himself as the students turned to face him--and stopped dead in his tracks. The student whose back-of-her-head looked rather familiar was his wife. Normally seeing her face was one of the few things he enjoyed more than a new class, but not in this case. His brain fused.
For a long moment, the two simply stared at one another, while the rest of the class wondered what the hell was going on.
"Um," Gohan said, finally rediscovering his speech centers, "There'll be a small delay in class..." He nodded at Videl to follow him, then left the room.
"What the hell?" they both asked each other the moment the door closed.
Gohan ran a hand through his hair. "Some idiot in registration apparently didn't notice that we shared a LAST NAME, or that we're registered as MARRIED TO EACH OTHER, and moved you into my class when the biology you'd signed up for was full. Oh boy, this is not going to be good."
Videl tapped her foot. "Well, let's just suffer through it for today, and then after all of our classes are over, we'll go talk to someone."
"Ok...it's less than an hour, so it shouldn't be too bad."
"You'll do fine." She pulled him to her and gave him a brief kiss. "Now let's get back in there, before they decide to leave." He nodded, and they re-entered the classroom, she returning to her seat, he walking to the podium.
He went through the roll call as normally as he could, hoping that none of his other students would catch the name similarity. He passed out the syllabus, went over it, and asked if anyone had any questions. After he took care of what questions there were, he let everyone leave a few minutes early.
The rest of classes that day weren't nearly as interesting, for either Gohan or Videl. Minus the brain fusing, the rest of Gohan's followed the same pattern. Videl met some more of her professors and picked up more syllabi. Then, when they had both finished, they met at the cafeteria and together went to talk to someone who could fix this mess.
***
"BREACH OF CONTRACT SUIT?!" They both yelled at once. The staff member they were talking to, a weaselly little man named Itachi Nukeana, nodded.
"Yes. You see, every other class you could take in place of biology is full, as is every other biology class. If you don't take this class, then you won't have enough hours to stay in college, and we can't make an exception. And if you don't have enough hours, then you won't be going here and thus we can--and will--hit you with a breach of contract suit." He smiled nastily, showing teeth that were overdue for a brushing. "So I'm afraid, Mrs. Son, that you'll have to stay in your husband's class for this semester."
Videl bared her teeth. "You won't be able to make me stay."
"Oh yes I can. I have college regulations on my side. You can't override those."
"The law can," Gohan replied. The two of them got up to leave.
Nukeana chuckled humorlessly. "The law indeed. Not even the best lawyers in the world could let you win this, and they'd be much more expensive than the suit by itself." He chuckled again as they closed the door.
"Good thing for us," Videl said once the door had finished closing, "That one of the best lawyers in the world is a friend of ours."
***
Gohan rang the doorbell at their friend's house. About thirty seconds later, Jennifer Bengoshi answered the door, looking a bit annoyed, her long red hair a mess, her clothes partially disarrayed. Gohan and Videl exchanged glances. *Looks like we might have interrupted something.*
"Hey. Can I help you?"
"Yeah. We need to talk about something kinda urgent. Can we come in?"
"Sure." They followed her into the living room, where her fiance, Mirai Briefs, was stretched out on the couch in about the same condition as Jennifer; messed up hair (though his was purple and just a little shorter) and clothes. This confirmed their suspicions that they'd been making out, since the alternate older Trunks was too shy to go any farther until after the wedding.
When he saw the couple, he blushed a bit, sat up, and straightened himself out. "Hey guys. What's up?" They started to explain, but Jennifer cut them off.
"Dinner's about ready. Tell us then. Good thing I made extra, and if these two Saiyans can restrain themselves, I think we can make it stretch to serve four."
***
"I see," the lawyer said a few minutes later, after Gohan and Videl had told their story. Dinner was indeed stretching, since both of the half-Saiyans there had learned to reign in their appetites in front of the women they loved.
"Do you think you can help us?" Videl asked.
Jennifer wiped her mouth. "Probably. He's got a good case, there's no denying that, but I bet I can make a better one. I'll teach him not to mess with friends of Jennifer Bengoshi-soon-to-be-Briefs." She winked at Mirai, who smiled.
"I'll have to warn you, though," she continued, "That this could take a while. Even if we end up winning, you might have served an entire semester anyway."
"I don't care," said Gohan. "Even if we win just on principle, that's what matters." His wife nodded, and Jennifer shrugged.
"Well then, I guess I'll take this case for you."
"Thanks! How much do you charge?"
The redhead laughed. "Like I'd charge my friends. Consider this on the house." The two couples finished dinner, talking and laughing all the while. Even though Jennifer and Mirai were several years older than Videl and Gohan, they were best friends anyway. Finally, the evening drew to a close and the Son's decided it was time to leave. As Gohan and Mirai chatted in the driveway, Jennifer grabbed Videl in the doorway.
"This isn't going to be free after all. I want you to do me a favor..." The lawyer whispered in her ear, and the martial artist laughed.
"Can do, can do." Videl bade her goodbye and walked to join her husband. They said farewell to Mirai, then flew off into the air. When they were out of sight, Mirai and Jennifer walked back inside, to the couch.
"Now, where were we?"
***
"Jennifer wants us to do us a favor."
"What?"
"She wants us to tease Mirai as much as she does."
Gohan laughed. "If that's all it takes to nail that bastard Nukeana, it's worth it."