"Bro!" Goten shouted. Gohan spun around with his eyes wide in surprise as
Goten took his head out of the wooden hole where the blade had fallen.
"Goten! What. . ? How?!" Gohan stammered. His iron grip around Trunks' neck was suffocating the boy but did Gohan care? Noooo!
"It's a holographic guillotine! See." Goku's mini-me stuck his hand through the device. "We were just playing and all. It was my turn to be beheaded."
"Oh." Gohan released Trunks and walked over to his brother.
Vegeta walked over to the lavender haired boy with a frown. "All right what have I told you about beheading people?" He crossed his arms with a grim look on his face.
Trunks stood up with his hands behind his back, looking down at the floor with a guilty look on his face, "I know I know. Use the real guillotine. I really didn't want to kill him. . . . yet."
"Fine, I'll let it go this time but next time don't use the holographic projector for your games. Think of what the other wizardlings and witchlings will think. . . or do."
Trunks paled at the thought of being turned into a toad. . . .again. "I know and thanks for turning me back. I didn't know if I could've been able to stand being a toad any longer, do you think you could help me with alchemy? I have to turn something into charcoal using only the 5 basic element potions."
The prince grinned at the thought, "When I was your age I turned my alchemy teacher into charcoal."
Trunks gaped at his father in surprise, "You mean Mistress Scipioni?! With ONLY 5 basic element potions!? Is that why she doesn't like me?!"
Vegeta nodded solemnly with a grin, "Yes, yes and yes. She would've given my an F-, too if it hadn't been for the Headmaster Hale. He was visiting the class that day and was so surprised, that a 2nd year could do something you learn in your 12th year, that he had me take this test. The test was to see if I was smart enough for 12th year schooling."
"Did you pass?"
"Yeah. I got perfect, I studied hard for that test so I could skip the other grades and start learning some hard stuff. Turns out that the test was the 12th year end of the year test. Basically its compiled of all the things you learn throughout Mage School. I graduated early, like my mom." He shrugged. "Mom my passed in her 2nd year, my grandpa passed in his 2nd year, my great grandma passed in her 2nd year. . . and etc."
"If the graduating-early-from-Mage-School thing is in the genes how come I haven't passed yet?!" Trunks complained.
"You don't see the pattern do you? Mother to son, the son becomes a father, Father to daughter, daughter becomes mother, Mother to son and so on. Basically your sister is gonna have the graduating-early-from-Mage-School thing in her genes."
"What if don't have a sister?" Trunks asked.
"Then. . . . your daughter gets the genes and if you don't get married or don't have daughters then the line of sorcerers in our family will cease to exist."
"Gracos, dracor !fgry greei *howl* frqast grisdvras." Harmonica said flicking his long tongue in anguish.
"Gracos. Trunks axzewos *growl* manbde ytk *howl* frqast." Vegeta responded.
"But dad! It's YOUR turn to wash Harm not mine! That is so cheap of you taking advantage of ME being you son!"
The saiyan prince smirked, "Let's just say this is pay back for all the times you've pulled a prank on me."
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Nothing exciting happened at dinner, the 3 halflings and 1 saiyan didn't mention any secret passages in the basement and they all drank and were very very merry. They were all happy and polite and had a wonderful meal without anything that went wrong. Piccolo and Gohan made arrangements for a date and Vegeta was actually nice to Bulma.
If you believed any of that then you must either be (a) an idiotic baka of a moron (b) have brain damage (c) are really that gullible or (d) aren't much of a DBZ fan. So here's what really happened:
The people who had saiyan blood in them were fighting over the biggest pieces of meat and ate like pigs. Trunks accidentally flung food at his father, Vegeta flung food intended for Trunks but the boy ducked and it hit Chi Chi instead. Then they had a food fight, after the war the men and boys had to clean up the mess while the women watched a tape. Piccolo was there watching with Chi Chi and Bulma, the tape they watched? How To Tame Men.
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Gohan landed on the lookout with a darkly wrapped box that had skulls and dragons all over it, "Hey Dende! Mr. Popo!" the halfling called.
Dende looked up from the flower bed he and Popo were inspecting. The guardian of Earth immediately beckoned for the demi-saiyan to come over. "Hey Gohan! I just want to know if we're still good for a rematch on that chess game we never finished."
"Oh sure thing! But you do know I'll beat you." Gohan said smirking with an arrogance similar to that of Vegeta's.
Dende blinked then shook his head, "Humph, you still seem to underestimate me Gohan! For you see Gohan I've grown in intellect and am more cunning than your average namek as well as. . . hey! Where'd he go!?" Dende exclaimed looking around in confusion.
Mr. Popo laughed, "He slipped away while you were making your speech about your increased intellect and cunning." He said with a grin.
"Ha ha. He was probably anxious to get back to his little 'crush." Dende shook his head, "Poor guy. I never even had the chance to warn him about her wretched mood."
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"Hey Piccolo! Open up it's Gohan!" The demi-saiyan knocked again. "Oh come on! I have something from my mother that she wanted to give you!" he shouted.
"Give me a minute will ya?!" Piccolo shouted through the door. Footsteps, the door flung open and Piccolo scowled menacingly. "What now spawn of the demon?!" she growled.
"Uh. . um. . . here!" Gohan stuttered. He shoved the box at Piccolo who tore open without hesitation.
"What is this?!" The namek growled. She held a Rubik's cube in her hand.
"A Rubik's cube. Now why did mom give you one of those? Here let me show you how it works." Gohan said taking the cubed object into his hand. He then proceeded to twist and turn it this way and that mixing up all the colours. He handed the cube back to Piccolo. "Now you have to match the colours all together into one colour block."
"And the point of this is?" The namek said impatiently as she started twisting it this way and that.
"The point is to see if you're smart enough to put it back together. But then again I still don't know why mom gave you that." Gohan said scratching his head.
"Done." She said gruffly handing the cube back to the amazed demi-saiyan. The cube was completely done and it wasn't even 5 minutes yet.
"How. . . . ? But you. . . ."
The namekian female scowled, "I may look stupid but I'm not."
"NO! I didn't mean that! What I meant to say was just well. I haven't met anyone who's ever solved a Rubik's cube that fast, I mean not even I can't solve one and . . . . . ." Gohan stopped noticing that fact that Piccolo's eyes were glazing over.
"Is that it? Or do you have anything else you'd like to bore me with?" she snapped.
\What's shoved up her ass? \ Gohan thought acidly.
"What's shoved up my ass?!" Piccolo growled baneful. "I'll show you what." Her voice went deadly quiet as she approached her ex-pupil slowly.
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"Am I in heaven?" Gohan asked groggily. He stared up into a white light with a smile on his face, "I am." He said with a sigh.
"No you're not." Vegeta said bending over the demi-saiyan.
"OH NO! If you're here then this must mean. . . . . NO! I'M IN HELL!!!!!" He yelled wide eyed.
Vegeta scowled, "I'd hit you, but you're not worth wasting energy over at the moment." Then he added, "That and the fact that you're almost dead."
"I'm still alive?" He said suddenly feeling every little owie on his body. Agonizing, lacerating, excruciating, harrowing . . those were all understatements of the true pain and agony Gohan was feeling at the moment. The pain was even worse than the bruises he got from Frieza, Nappa, The Ginyu Force and Cell combined. He was in a hospital room wrapped head to toe in bandages and was restrained to a bed thing like his father after the fight against Vegeta and Nappa. "Can I have a senzu bean? Please? I don't like it here."
"Sorry kid, I can't. Piccolo banned everyone from giving you one, hell even your mother is afraid to sneak one to you with the namek in one of her violent moods." Vegeta shook his head, "Don't you know not to approach a woman in one of those moods? Are you not aware of their dangerous killing prowess? Do you not know that every woman has the unique ability of killing without regret? Are you even paying attention to anything I'm saying?! GOHAN!"
"What?" Gohan turned his head, "Oh yeah, women can kill. I know." he said.
"I give up." The prince said looking to the ceiling, "I tried I tell you, I tried! But no, he has the attention span of a teenager!"
"I am a teenager!" Gohan protested.
"Yeah yeah. That's what they all say. C-ya when I feel like it, oh and you got about 2 weeks to prepare for the Tournament 'cause that's when the stadium is gonna be restored and all." Vegeta said gruffly before leaving the room.
"Great. Just perfect. I wish I could. . . . . . Videl?" Gohan said. The black haired girl was standing outside his room with a surprised look on his face.
Videl entered the room with a quirked eyebrow, "What happened to you?" she inquired.
"I got beaten up. Why? And what are you doing here?" Gohan asked suspiciously.
"My dad. He sorta broke his nose when I accidentally punched him. I heard you and that guy that just left talking so I came in here to make sure I wasn't hearing things." she said with a shrug, "Who exactly beat you up? With your powers and all I don't expect anyone to be able to beat you."
"Did you see the flame haired man who just left the room?" she nodded, "Yeah him. It was an accident we were sparring." He lied. There was no way in the world he was gonna tell her about being beaten up by Piccolo, a girl! The demi-saiyan had a drastic pride increase since he started hanging out with Vegeta. "Oh and sorry about dumping in the water and all, I wasn't in the greatest moods and I had a problem. . . . ." he lied again.
"That's all right. I kinda figured I caught you at a bad time, besides it was only a threat you wouldn't really kill me. . . I think. . . ." she said uneasily.
Gohan smiled grimly through all the bandages, "Tell you what. To make up for scaring you so much why don't I teach you how to fly? Just come to my house after I heal, okay?" he said.
Videl grinned, "Really? You mean it?" Gohan nodded, "All right! I could just hug you! But I won't because of all your bandages."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just make sure you show up." Said Gohan.
"Hey. You said earlier that you had a problem. Did you solve it or do you need some advice?" Videl asked. "'Cause maybe I can help you."
"Well you see. . . . there's this girl. . . ."
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Hhhhhmmmmm. . . Maybe Gohan will get some good advice this time.
"Goten! What. . ? How?!" Gohan stammered. His iron grip around Trunks' neck was suffocating the boy but did Gohan care? Noooo!
"It's a holographic guillotine! See." Goku's mini-me stuck his hand through the device. "We were just playing and all. It was my turn to be beheaded."
"Oh." Gohan released Trunks and walked over to his brother.
Vegeta walked over to the lavender haired boy with a frown. "All right what have I told you about beheading people?" He crossed his arms with a grim look on his face.
Trunks stood up with his hands behind his back, looking down at the floor with a guilty look on his face, "I know I know. Use the real guillotine. I really didn't want to kill him. . . . yet."
"Fine, I'll let it go this time but next time don't use the holographic projector for your games. Think of what the other wizardlings and witchlings will think. . . or do."
Trunks paled at the thought of being turned into a toad. . . .again. "I know and thanks for turning me back. I didn't know if I could've been able to stand being a toad any longer, do you think you could help me with alchemy? I have to turn something into charcoal using only the 5 basic element potions."
The prince grinned at the thought, "When I was your age I turned my alchemy teacher into charcoal."
Trunks gaped at his father in surprise, "You mean Mistress Scipioni?! With ONLY 5 basic element potions!? Is that why she doesn't like me?!"
Vegeta nodded solemnly with a grin, "Yes, yes and yes. She would've given my an F-, too if it hadn't been for the Headmaster Hale. He was visiting the class that day and was so surprised, that a 2nd year could do something you learn in your 12th year, that he had me take this test. The test was to see if I was smart enough for 12th year schooling."
"Did you pass?"
"Yeah. I got perfect, I studied hard for that test so I could skip the other grades and start learning some hard stuff. Turns out that the test was the 12th year end of the year test. Basically its compiled of all the things you learn throughout Mage School. I graduated early, like my mom." He shrugged. "Mom my passed in her 2nd year, my grandpa passed in his 2nd year, my great grandma passed in her 2nd year. . . and etc."
"If the graduating-early-from-Mage-School thing is in the genes how come I haven't passed yet?!" Trunks complained.
"You don't see the pattern do you? Mother to son, the son becomes a father, Father to daughter, daughter becomes mother, Mother to son and so on. Basically your sister is gonna have the graduating-early-from-Mage-School thing in her genes."
"What if don't have a sister?" Trunks asked.
"Then. . . . your daughter gets the genes and if you don't get married or don't have daughters then the line of sorcerers in our family will cease to exist."
"Gracos, dracor !fgry greei *howl* frqast grisdvras." Harmonica said flicking his long tongue in anguish.
"Gracos. Trunks axzewos *growl* manbde ytk *howl* frqast." Vegeta responded.
"But dad! It's YOUR turn to wash Harm not mine! That is so cheap of you taking advantage of ME being you son!"
The saiyan prince smirked, "Let's just say this is pay back for all the times you've pulled a prank on me."
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Nothing exciting happened at dinner, the 3 halflings and 1 saiyan didn't mention any secret passages in the basement and they all drank and were very very merry. They were all happy and polite and had a wonderful meal without anything that went wrong. Piccolo and Gohan made arrangements for a date and Vegeta was actually nice to Bulma.
If you believed any of that then you must either be (a) an idiotic baka of a moron (b) have brain damage (c) are really that gullible or (d) aren't much of a DBZ fan. So here's what really happened:
The people who had saiyan blood in them were fighting over the biggest pieces of meat and ate like pigs. Trunks accidentally flung food at his father, Vegeta flung food intended for Trunks but the boy ducked and it hit Chi Chi instead. Then they had a food fight, after the war the men and boys had to clean up the mess while the women watched a tape. Piccolo was there watching with Chi Chi and Bulma, the tape they watched? How To Tame Men.
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Gohan landed on the lookout with a darkly wrapped box that had skulls and dragons all over it, "Hey Dende! Mr. Popo!" the halfling called.
Dende looked up from the flower bed he and Popo were inspecting. The guardian of Earth immediately beckoned for the demi-saiyan to come over. "Hey Gohan! I just want to know if we're still good for a rematch on that chess game we never finished."
"Oh sure thing! But you do know I'll beat you." Gohan said smirking with an arrogance similar to that of Vegeta's.
Dende blinked then shook his head, "Humph, you still seem to underestimate me Gohan! For you see Gohan I've grown in intellect and am more cunning than your average namek as well as. . . hey! Where'd he go!?" Dende exclaimed looking around in confusion.
Mr. Popo laughed, "He slipped away while you were making your speech about your increased intellect and cunning." He said with a grin.
"Ha ha. He was probably anxious to get back to his little 'crush." Dende shook his head, "Poor guy. I never even had the chance to warn him about her wretched mood."
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"Hey Piccolo! Open up it's Gohan!" The demi-saiyan knocked again. "Oh come on! I have something from my mother that she wanted to give you!" he shouted.
"Give me a minute will ya?!" Piccolo shouted through the door. Footsteps, the door flung open and Piccolo scowled menacingly. "What now spawn of the demon?!" she growled.
"Uh. . um. . . here!" Gohan stuttered. He shoved the box at Piccolo who tore open without hesitation.
"What is this?!" The namek growled. She held a Rubik's cube in her hand.
"A Rubik's cube. Now why did mom give you one of those? Here let me show you how it works." Gohan said taking the cubed object into his hand. He then proceeded to twist and turn it this way and that mixing up all the colours. He handed the cube back to Piccolo. "Now you have to match the colours all together into one colour block."
"And the point of this is?" The namek said impatiently as she started twisting it this way and that.
"The point is to see if you're smart enough to put it back together. But then again I still don't know why mom gave you that." Gohan said scratching his head.
"Done." She said gruffly handing the cube back to the amazed demi-saiyan. The cube was completely done and it wasn't even 5 minutes yet.
"How. . . . ? But you. . . ."
The namekian female scowled, "I may look stupid but I'm not."
"NO! I didn't mean that! What I meant to say was just well. I haven't met anyone who's ever solved a Rubik's cube that fast, I mean not even I can't solve one and . . . . . ." Gohan stopped noticing that fact that Piccolo's eyes were glazing over.
"Is that it? Or do you have anything else you'd like to bore me with?" she snapped.
\What's shoved up her ass? \ Gohan thought acidly.
"What's shoved up my ass?!" Piccolo growled baneful. "I'll show you what." Her voice went deadly quiet as she approached her ex-pupil slowly.
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"Am I in heaven?" Gohan asked groggily. He stared up into a white light with a smile on his face, "I am." He said with a sigh.
"No you're not." Vegeta said bending over the demi-saiyan.
"OH NO! If you're here then this must mean. . . . . NO! I'M IN HELL!!!!!" He yelled wide eyed.
Vegeta scowled, "I'd hit you, but you're not worth wasting energy over at the moment." Then he added, "That and the fact that you're almost dead."
"I'm still alive?" He said suddenly feeling every little owie on his body. Agonizing, lacerating, excruciating, harrowing . . those were all understatements of the true pain and agony Gohan was feeling at the moment. The pain was even worse than the bruises he got from Frieza, Nappa, The Ginyu Force and Cell combined. He was in a hospital room wrapped head to toe in bandages and was restrained to a bed thing like his father after the fight against Vegeta and Nappa. "Can I have a senzu bean? Please? I don't like it here."
"Sorry kid, I can't. Piccolo banned everyone from giving you one, hell even your mother is afraid to sneak one to you with the namek in one of her violent moods." Vegeta shook his head, "Don't you know not to approach a woman in one of those moods? Are you not aware of their dangerous killing prowess? Do you not know that every woman has the unique ability of killing without regret? Are you even paying attention to anything I'm saying?! GOHAN!"
"What?" Gohan turned his head, "Oh yeah, women can kill. I know." he said.
"I give up." The prince said looking to the ceiling, "I tried I tell you, I tried! But no, he has the attention span of a teenager!"
"I am a teenager!" Gohan protested.
"Yeah yeah. That's what they all say. C-ya when I feel like it, oh and you got about 2 weeks to prepare for the Tournament 'cause that's when the stadium is gonna be restored and all." Vegeta said gruffly before leaving the room.
"Great. Just perfect. I wish I could. . . . . . Videl?" Gohan said. The black haired girl was standing outside his room with a surprised look on his face.
Videl entered the room with a quirked eyebrow, "What happened to you?" she inquired.
"I got beaten up. Why? And what are you doing here?" Gohan asked suspiciously.
"My dad. He sorta broke his nose when I accidentally punched him. I heard you and that guy that just left talking so I came in here to make sure I wasn't hearing things." she said with a shrug, "Who exactly beat you up? With your powers and all I don't expect anyone to be able to beat you."
"Did you see the flame haired man who just left the room?" she nodded, "Yeah him. It was an accident we were sparring." He lied. There was no way in the world he was gonna tell her about being beaten up by Piccolo, a girl! The demi-saiyan had a drastic pride increase since he started hanging out with Vegeta. "Oh and sorry about dumping in the water and all, I wasn't in the greatest moods and I had a problem. . . . ." he lied again.
"That's all right. I kinda figured I caught you at a bad time, besides it was only a threat you wouldn't really kill me. . . I think. . . ." she said uneasily.
Gohan smiled grimly through all the bandages, "Tell you what. To make up for scaring you so much why don't I teach you how to fly? Just come to my house after I heal, okay?" he said.
Videl grinned, "Really? You mean it?" Gohan nodded, "All right! I could just hug you! But I won't because of all your bandages."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just make sure you show up." Said Gohan.
"Hey. You said earlier that you had a problem. Did you solve it or do you need some advice?" Videl asked. "'Cause maybe I can help you."
"Well you see. . . . there's this girl. . . ."
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Hhhhhmmmmm. . . Maybe Gohan will get some good advice this time.