The silence after Gohan's 'little' outburst was broken as Bulma slowly
brought her hands together and began clapping, followed by Launch and Tien.
Gohan started and whirled his head around, abruptly realizing that his entire class had heard. He turned a deep burgundy; this was worse than any of the imaginary scenes!!!
~*~
Gotenks and Goku sat in the middle of the room groaning. After the momentary satisfaction of the eating, large stomachaches had begun on all of their parts. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a small pop as the Fusion finally wore off. Goten and Trunks blinked and looked at each other as Goku stared, then belched. "Hey! That feels a lot better!" Goten and Trunks exchanged another look, than shrugged and followed suit. Goten grinned, "You're right dad! That does feel a lot better!" Trunks rolled his eyes and 'hmphed' like his father before throwing in his two cents worth. "Maybe, but I'm still hungry." Goten shrugged and got to his feet and attempted to brush the flour off of his pants. Suddenly he stopped as he felt a capsule in his pockets. A triumphant grin spread across the little boy's face as he remembered the first wish they had made. "Hey Trunks-kun!" "What?" growled the older boy, also in the process of trying to get the flour off of his dark blue gi. If anything, Goten's grin grew as he surveyed the mess they had made. He could almost feel the pain that was sure to come when Chichi got home: if the mess was still there. The little gears inside his brain were working at hyper speed. Unlike his brother and dad, Goten had been almost constantly exposed to the devious minds of Trunks and Vegeta, as well as being the son of Chichi. As Trunks had assumed only hours earlier, it was corrupting him. Son Goten was no longer as naïve as people thought he was. A plan had formed itself in his mind, and his Son Grin was replaced by a Briefs Smirk. Goku shuddered, it was really creepy to see Vegeta's favorite expression on a carbon copy of Goku's face. "Trunks, tou-san; if you guys clean this entire mess up, I'll show you where all three of us can get a full meal!" Trunks and Goku didn't even hesitate before both went Super and sprang into action. It was only a matter of seconds before everything had been swept just outside the door, then incinerated by ki blasts, adding to the already large black burn mark outside the front door. Goten inspected the now decent kitchen with what he deemed to be a critical eye: it should be good enough that Chichi wouldn't feel she needed to bring out the painful reminder of who exactly it was that dominated the household. "Alright, that's good enough. Still hungry?" Now he was just drawing it out, torturing the others as he had seen Trunks do a million times before. Apparently Trunks realized the game for what it was, because he just crossed his arms and imitated his father, but Goku nodded eagerly. With a flourish, Goten pulled out The Capsule. Trunks's eyes lit up with recognition, and he had to admit (to himself of course) that Goten really was a worthwhile student. Goku was slightly confused, not knowing the entire story behind the capsule, but his eyes cleared when Goten opened it, revealing The Fridge. "Observe." Goten told his father, grinning. He swung open the door to reveal a Saiya-jin paradise. The threesome dove onto the contents ravenously, stuffing themselves to their hearts content, food never depleting.
~*~
Mirai took a deep breath and timidly knocked on the door to his parent's room. No answer. Biting his lip, he knocked harder, meanwhile doing a quick check for ki. He did not want to be witness to another 'situation', but he knew that if he wanted clothes, he was going to have to borrow some from Vegeta. When there was still no answer, he steeled himself and opened the door a crack. There was still nothing, and no ki either. With a huge sigh of relief, he opened the door the rest of the way, confident that it wasn't occupied. Moving over to the dresser, he dug around through the clothes Bulma had bought for Vegeta. Most of them looked brand new, and many still had price tags and plastic still attached. Revolted by the sight of the loud, clashing shirts, Mirai found that he couldn't blame his father's choice of spandex. Shutting the drawer impatiently, he went to the next drawer down. To his surprised horror, he found that it was completely filled with pink Bad Man shirts. He was even more horrified when he realized that most of them had been worn before. Most horrific of all, though, was that at that moment they looked almost appealing.
~*~
Chichi saw the open door in the hall and heard sounds coming from inside. Nowhere near as cautious as Mirai, Chichi merely burst in unannounced, brandishing her Frying Pan.
~*~
Mirai spun around at the sound of someone barging through the door. He met Chichi's eyes for a split second before she burst out laughing. He blushed, knowing that he did look rather foolish; bright pink shirts and neon green boxers did not go well together, much less with his long lavender hair and (sexy) yellow boots factored in. Burning with embarrassment, he glared at the older woman. "What do you want?" He snapped in annoyance. Chichi immediately stopped laughing long enough to belt him over the head with her Frying Pan. "Don't you take that tone of voice with me buster!" He yelped, sitting down abruptly to nurse his head mournfully. (a/n: hmm, first Pan pulls out a handful of his hair, and now Chichi is whacking him! *shakes her head dolefully*) Chichi continued, still brandishing her favorite household appliance menacingly. "You are going to tell me the location of my son, his mate, and" here her eyes formed huge hearts, "my granddaughter!!!" Mirai blinked. The Chichi in his timeline never acted like this! ~Okay, so maybe she does, but that's not the point! The woman 's insane!!!~ "Uh.I'm not really sure Chichi-san." She glared at him, the hearts in her eyes melting into to the mad, battle- crazed glint she'd grown famous for in the Z circle. Raising the Frying Pan threateningly, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you suuuure?" She asked, voice so sickeningly sweet that Mirai quaked in his boots. He remembered Android 18 speaking like that to him when he was a child, though now that he thought about it, she hadn't sounded anywhere near as frightening as Chichi. Gulping, he quickly groped for their kis. "heh heh, actually, now that I think about it; Gohan and Videl are with a whole bunch of humans, and Pan is headed somewhere fast. She's with Dad and someone else." Chichi gaped at him for a moment before snarling, hitting him again for being the bearer of bad news, and spinning on her heals to stalk off in the direction she had come from. Mirai sighed in relief, rubbing his head gingerly, and stumbled to his feet. He angrily tore of the Bad Man shirt, throwing it back in the drawer along with a few curses, and rummaging around in a desperate search for something more suitable to wear. After that Chichi Incident, he wasn't about to wear a Bad Man shirt in public. Or private, if it came down to that.
~*~
The class was staring at Gohan, more than a little startled by the sudden revelations, and even more so by the fact that Bulma Briefs and the two strangers already seemed to know them. There was another moment of silence before everyone began talking at once. All the more encouraged by the news that Gohan was not only a fighter, but the Gold Fighter, Saiyaman, and the strongest man in the world, the teenage girls swarmed him; Erasa in the lead. Gohan stared at them like a deer in headlights, paling rapidly. Videl watched, enraged, as twenty some girls surrounded her boyfriend, pinching and prodding him in inappropriate places. The mass of giggling 'cockroaches' fell back in terror as Videl began ripping them off bodily. It took less than ten seconds to reveal Gohan, cowered on the floor in the fetal position, hands covering his neck, whimpering. Videl crossed her arms and sat down on his back possessively, glaring and snapping her teeth at anyone who ventured too near for her liking. The whole image struck Bulma as very funny, so she snapped a keepsake picture before letting loose her held in laughter. Videl pouted slightly as the two blue haired women and the 3eyed man laughed. She hunkered down and crossed her legs, causing the adults to laugh harder, the other girls to pout, and the boys to continue glaring at their respective girlfriends. The boy beneath her suddenly shuddered and everybody stared as something furry wrapped itself around Videl's waist. She looked down, wide-eyed, at the fuzzy thing that was now hugging her waist like a belt. Tracing the 'belt' back to the source, she was startled to realize it was connected to Gohan. Videl tumbled to the ground in shock, allowing Gohan to sit up onto his knees. His baffled eyes met Videl's shocked gaze and he frowned, not at all sure about what had just happened, or what was causing Videl to look at him like that. Wanting to test her 'attached' theory, Videl tugged at the 'belt' where it left her waist to connect to Gohan. Gohan gasped and paled further, shivering violently and gasping for breathe, tail unwinding from Videl's waist to jerk around in her lap. Videl immediately stopped and watched as Gohan sighed and settled back. Frowning, curiosity getting the better of her, she began stroking it gently where it lay in her lap. She nearly jumped again as Gohan's eyes drooped shut and he began purring. Eyes huge, she absentmindedly continued stroking as he relaxed more and more, the purring growing loud enough that the rest of the room could hear it as well. Silence spread as everybody stared at the scene in fascination, more than a few girls staring at his swelling member. Bulma stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from laughing, snapped as many pictures as she could, while noting the 'effects' and hoping to Kami that Vegeta's tail re-grew as well.
~*~
Goku, Goten, and Trunks laid back, fully satisfied (for the moment). Almost as an afterthought, Goten recapsulized the Eden-in-a-box before flopping down beside Goku again. "Aaaah, now that's what I call a meal!" Trunks grinned at his friend's remark, lazily deciding to add his comment. "Yeah, much better than the burned crap I get at home when grandma isn't cooking!" Goku simply sighed, bloated and content.
~*~
Vegeta and the two girls landed on the top of Korrin's Tower. Glancing around and seeing that it was deserted, Vegeta smirked, ushering the little girls into the Room of Spirit and Time. "Come on bratlings, we have things to accomplish!" The girls scampered in, fully intending to milk the situation for all it was worth. With an evil looking smile, Vegeta swung the door shut, locking them in from the rest of the world.
~*~
Mirai Trunks wrestled into one of Vegeta's many dark blue gis. Not really thinking ahead to the reaction his fellow teens would have when he appeared in spandex, he strolled out into the hallway, confidence renewed.
~*~
Vegeta regarded the two girls in front of him speculatively, weighing how easy it would be to corrupt them. He turned to the brat of the nose-less wonder first, and began by dredging up her name: Marron. She'd probably be strong for a human, and since her mother was that metallic bitch, she should be fairly easy to corrupt. He turned his gaze to the Saiya-jin brat. Scowling slightly, he grasped for the name he'd heard the human use. Pan, that was it. "Whose are you brat?" She tilted her chin up proudly, proclaiming her true Saiya-jin heritage, as her eyes glittered. "I'm Son Gohan and Satan Videl's daughter. I'm a ¼ Saiya-jin." Vegeta nodded slowly. The blood of not one, but two banshee women had surely diluted the blood of the baka Kakarot. His evil smirk spread and he stalked out into the whiteness, the girls trailing closely. This was going to be fun!!!
~*~
Videl had finally stopped stroking Gohan's tail, and he had just yanked himself out of his reverie. The two were now staring at each other in bemused amazement. Not really thinking about what he was doing, Gohan's tail slowly wrapped itself around his own waist. As Videl felt it move off of her lap, she blushed heavily, remembering what had happened when she'd stroked it. ~I can't believe I did that!!! What does Gohan think of me?!~ Gohan frowned- he could have sworn he'd just heard Videl say something, but her lips hadn't moved at all! ~Kami, now I'm going insane! .I wonder if Bulma would mind it if we took one of the king sized guest beds. ACK! Stop it Gohan!!! You're not some hormone driven teen whose just out for sex! .are you? Kami she's hot! Not an ounce of fat on her and toned to perfection.Bet she's great in bed.GAH!!! Pull yourself together Gohan!!!~ Videl's eyes slowly widened at the litany going on inside her head- that was most definitely not her own, though it had some good ideas. ~What's going on here???~ The litany stopped and her eyes locked on Gohan's as another thought that wasn't her own crept across her mind. ~Either I'm more messed up than I thought, or I just heard Videl in my head!!!~ ~I think that makes two of us. Do you know what's going on?~ To Videl's silent question, Gohan responded the way he normally would. "Gee Videl, I don't really know."
~*~
During Gohan and Videl's silent conversation, the rest of the room had burst into activity. Everyone was talking about what had just happened in the past 15 minutes. The girls were giggling and gossiping, shooting frequent glances at the red, bemused couple. The boys were gossiping, as well as casting speculative glances at Launch, Bulma, and the pile pf ruble; after all, two really hot girls had come out of it already (three if you counted the blonde) and they were hoping that another might come out if they wished for it hard enough. After getting one too many glances from the "men", Bulma ushered Tien and Launch out the door so they could talk privately, shutting the door behind them.
~*~
Krillin and Master Roshi were in a fierce debate; should they look for Launch and Tien, or should they grab Marron and skiddadle back before Juuhachi-gou got worried? It was truly a matter of fierce speculation. Krillin was loath to make his wife angry, but Roshi wouldn't be happy unless he saw Launch in that dress again. Finally Krillin gave in, and the two began their search.
~*~
An irate Chichi stomped back in the direction she had come. Slightly peeved at Bulma for sending her on a wild goose chase, she slightly more pissed at her son for not only avoiding her, but also for letting her granddaughter get kidnapped by Vegeta before she was even born!
Growling and muttering under her breath, Chichi stormed down the hall; her Frying Pan had an urgent appointment with her eldest son's head.
~*~
Vegeta grinned at the two children companionably. They had been sparring and training in the versatile gravity for nearly a day, and all were rather spent from the effort. He had been more than a little impressed by their talent, skill, and enthusiasm. Pan especially had impressed him. Although she was only a ¼ Saiya-jin, and a young bratling at that, she was about as advanced as his own brat. The human was fairly good as well, making up in enthusiasm and finesse what she lacked in strength. Changing into a clean gi, he met them in the kitchen where, to his surprise, they had whipped up a meal worthy of his Saiya-jin appetite. After a rapid inhalation of their meal, he faced the bratlings across the table. The time had come for their most important lesson: Igniting Bratling Corruption 101!
~*~
Videl stared at Gohan. ~Okay, now I'm officially freaked out.~ When it had only been conversations in her head she could tell herself that she was just crazy. Now she had to consider the possibility that it might be real and she really was talking to Gohan telepathically. At this point she vastly preferred crazy; at least that had a logical explanation. ~But maybe this has a logical explanation too. Nah.~ She was totally and utterly flabbergasted. All she could do was bury her head in her hands and pray that a diversion came quickly.
~*~
Her prayer couldn't have if Dende himself had still been in residence. Right at that moment a diversion named Chichi burst through the door, stalking straight up to Gohan and beaming him over the head. "Where have you been young man?! I've been looking for you for hours!!! Where is you mate? Do you know where your daughter if you irresponsible father?! You're as bad as Bulma was when you were four!!! I should think being kidnapped by evil bad guys twice in the same day would teach you to watch out for MY GRANDDAUGHTER!!! Do you know where she is??? SHE'S WITH THAT ASSHOLE VEGETA that's where!!! If you don't bring her back alive and whole NOW I'm not going to feed you for a YEAR!!!"
Gohan started and whirled his head around, abruptly realizing that his entire class had heard. He turned a deep burgundy; this was worse than any of the imaginary scenes!!!
~*~
Gotenks and Goku sat in the middle of the room groaning. After the momentary satisfaction of the eating, large stomachaches had begun on all of their parts. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a small pop as the Fusion finally wore off. Goten and Trunks blinked and looked at each other as Goku stared, then belched. "Hey! That feels a lot better!" Goten and Trunks exchanged another look, than shrugged and followed suit. Goten grinned, "You're right dad! That does feel a lot better!" Trunks rolled his eyes and 'hmphed' like his father before throwing in his two cents worth. "Maybe, but I'm still hungry." Goten shrugged and got to his feet and attempted to brush the flour off of his pants. Suddenly he stopped as he felt a capsule in his pockets. A triumphant grin spread across the little boy's face as he remembered the first wish they had made. "Hey Trunks-kun!" "What?" growled the older boy, also in the process of trying to get the flour off of his dark blue gi. If anything, Goten's grin grew as he surveyed the mess they had made. He could almost feel the pain that was sure to come when Chichi got home: if the mess was still there. The little gears inside his brain were working at hyper speed. Unlike his brother and dad, Goten had been almost constantly exposed to the devious minds of Trunks and Vegeta, as well as being the son of Chichi. As Trunks had assumed only hours earlier, it was corrupting him. Son Goten was no longer as naïve as people thought he was. A plan had formed itself in his mind, and his Son Grin was replaced by a Briefs Smirk. Goku shuddered, it was really creepy to see Vegeta's favorite expression on a carbon copy of Goku's face. "Trunks, tou-san; if you guys clean this entire mess up, I'll show you where all three of us can get a full meal!" Trunks and Goku didn't even hesitate before both went Super and sprang into action. It was only a matter of seconds before everything had been swept just outside the door, then incinerated by ki blasts, adding to the already large black burn mark outside the front door. Goten inspected the now decent kitchen with what he deemed to be a critical eye: it should be good enough that Chichi wouldn't feel she needed to bring out the painful reminder of who exactly it was that dominated the household. "Alright, that's good enough. Still hungry?" Now he was just drawing it out, torturing the others as he had seen Trunks do a million times before. Apparently Trunks realized the game for what it was, because he just crossed his arms and imitated his father, but Goku nodded eagerly. With a flourish, Goten pulled out The Capsule. Trunks's eyes lit up with recognition, and he had to admit (to himself of course) that Goten really was a worthwhile student. Goku was slightly confused, not knowing the entire story behind the capsule, but his eyes cleared when Goten opened it, revealing The Fridge. "Observe." Goten told his father, grinning. He swung open the door to reveal a Saiya-jin paradise. The threesome dove onto the contents ravenously, stuffing themselves to their hearts content, food never depleting.
~*~
Mirai took a deep breath and timidly knocked on the door to his parent's room. No answer. Biting his lip, he knocked harder, meanwhile doing a quick check for ki. He did not want to be witness to another 'situation', but he knew that if he wanted clothes, he was going to have to borrow some from Vegeta. When there was still no answer, he steeled himself and opened the door a crack. There was still nothing, and no ki either. With a huge sigh of relief, he opened the door the rest of the way, confident that it wasn't occupied. Moving over to the dresser, he dug around through the clothes Bulma had bought for Vegeta. Most of them looked brand new, and many still had price tags and plastic still attached. Revolted by the sight of the loud, clashing shirts, Mirai found that he couldn't blame his father's choice of spandex. Shutting the drawer impatiently, he went to the next drawer down. To his surprised horror, he found that it was completely filled with pink Bad Man shirts. He was even more horrified when he realized that most of them had been worn before. Most horrific of all, though, was that at that moment they looked almost appealing.
~*~
Chichi saw the open door in the hall and heard sounds coming from inside. Nowhere near as cautious as Mirai, Chichi merely burst in unannounced, brandishing her Frying Pan.
~*~
Mirai spun around at the sound of someone barging through the door. He met Chichi's eyes for a split second before she burst out laughing. He blushed, knowing that he did look rather foolish; bright pink shirts and neon green boxers did not go well together, much less with his long lavender hair and (sexy) yellow boots factored in. Burning with embarrassment, he glared at the older woman. "What do you want?" He snapped in annoyance. Chichi immediately stopped laughing long enough to belt him over the head with her Frying Pan. "Don't you take that tone of voice with me buster!" He yelped, sitting down abruptly to nurse his head mournfully. (a/n: hmm, first Pan pulls out a handful of his hair, and now Chichi is whacking him! *shakes her head dolefully*) Chichi continued, still brandishing her favorite household appliance menacingly. "You are going to tell me the location of my son, his mate, and" here her eyes formed huge hearts, "my granddaughter!!!" Mirai blinked. The Chichi in his timeline never acted like this! ~Okay, so maybe she does, but that's not the point! The woman 's insane!!!~ "Uh.I'm not really sure Chichi-san." She glared at him, the hearts in her eyes melting into to the mad, battle- crazed glint she'd grown famous for in the Z circle. Raising the Frying Pan threateningly, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you suuuure?" She asked, voice so sickeningly sweet that Mirai quaked in his boots. He remembered Android 18 speaking like that to him when he was a child, though now that he thought about it, she hadn't sounded anywhere near as frightening as Chichi. Gulping, he quickly groped for their kis. "heh heh, actually, now that I think about it; Gohan and Videl are with a whole bunch of humans, and Pan is headed somewhere fast. She's with Dad and someone else." Chichi gaped at him for a moment before snarling, hitting him again for being the bearer of bad news, and spinning on her heals to stalk off in the direction she had come from. Mirai sighed in relief, rubbing his head gingerly, and stumbled to his feet. He angrily tore of the Bad Man shirt, throwing it back in the drawer along with a few curses, and rummaging around in a desperate search for something more suitable to wear. After that Chichi Incident, he wasn't about to wear a Bad Man shirt in public. Or private, if it came down to that.
~*~
The class was staring at Gohan, more than a little startled by the sudden revelations, and even more so by the fact that Bulma Briefs and the two strangers already seemed to know them. There was another moment of silence before everyone began talking at once. All the more encouraged by the news that Gohan was not only a fighter, but the Gold Fighter, Saiyaman, and the strongest man in the world, the teenage girls swarmed him; Erasa in the lead. Gohan stared at them like a deer in headlights, paling rapidly. Videl watched, enraged, as twenty some girls surrounded her boyfriend, pinching and prodding him in inappropriate places. The mass of giggling 'cockroaches' fell back in terror as Videl began ripping them off bodily. It took less than ten seconds to reveal Gohan, cowered on the floor in the fetal position, hands covering his neck, whimpering. Videl crossed her arms and sat down on his back possessively, glaring and snapping her teeth at anyone who ventured too near for her liking. The whole image struck Bulma as very funny, so she snapped a keepsake picture before letting loose her held in laughter. Videl pouted slightly as the two blue haired women and the 3eyed man laughed. She hunkered down and crossed her legs, causing the adults to laugh harder, the other girls to pout, and the boys to continue glaring at their respective girlfriends. The boy beneath her suddenly shuddered and everybody stared as something furry wrapped itself around Videl's waist. She looked down, wide-eyed, at the fuzzy thing that was now hugging her waist like a belt. Tracing the 'belt' back to the source, she was startled to realize it was connected to Gohan. Videl tumbled to the ground in shock, allowing Gohan to sit up onto his knees. His baffled eyes met Videl's shocked gaze and he frowned, not at all sure about what had just happened, or what was causing Videl to look at him like that. Wanting to test her 'attached' theory, Videl tugged at the 'belt' where it left her waist to connect to Gohan. Gohan gasped and paled further, shivering violently and gasping for breathe, tail unwinding from Videl's waist to jerk around in her lap. Videl immediately stopped and watched as Gohan sighed and settled back. Frowning, curiosity getting the better of her, she began stroking it gently where it lay in her lap. She nearly jumped again as Gohan's eyes drooped shut and he began purring. Eyes huge, she absentmindedly continued stroking as he relaxed more and more, the purring growing loud enough that the rest of the room could hear it as well. Silence spread as everybody stared at the scene in fascination, more than a few girls staring at his swelling member. Bulma stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from laughing, snapped as many pictures as she could, while noting the 'effects' and hoping to Kami that Vegeta's tail re-grew as well.
~*~
Goku, Goten, and Trunks laid back, fully satisfied (for the moment). Almost as an afterthought, Goten recapsulized the Eden-in-a-box before flopping down beside Goku again. "Aaaah, now that's what I call a meal!" Trunks grinned at his friend's remark, lazily deciding to add his comment. "Yeah, much better than the burned crap I get at home when grandma isn't cooking!" Goku simply sighed, bloated and content.
~*~
Vegeta and the two girls landed on the top of Korrin's Tower. Glancing around and seeing that it was deserted, Vegeta smirked, ushering the little girls into the Room of Spirit and Time. "Come on bratlings, we have things to accomplish!" The girls scampered in, fully intending to milk the situation for all it was worth. With an evil looking smile, Vegeta swung the door shut, locking them in from the rest of the world.
~*~
Mirai Trunks wrestled into one of Vegeta's many dark blue gis. Not really thinking ahead to the reaction his fellow teens would have when he appeared in spandex, he strolled out into the hallway, confidence renewed.
~*~
Vegeta regarded the two girls in front of him speculatively, weighing how easy it would be to corrupt them. He turned to the brat of the nose-less wonder first, and began by dredging up her name: Marron. She'd probably be strong for a human, and since her mother was that metallic bitch, she should be fairly easy to corrupt. He turned his gaze to the Saiya-jin brat. Scowling slightly, he grasped for the name he'd heard the human use. Pan, that was it. "Whose are you brat?" She tilted her chin up proudly, proclaiming her true Saiya-jin heritage, as her eyes glittered. "I'm Son Gohan and Satan Videl's daughter. I'm a ¼ Saiya-jin." Vegeta nodded slowly. The blood of not one, but two banshee women had surely diluted the blood of the baka Kakarot. His evil smirk spread and he stalked out into the whiteness, the girls trailing closely. This was going to be fun!!!
~*~
Videl had finally stopped stroking Gohan's tail, and he had just yanked himself out of his reverie. The two were now staring at each other in bemused amazement. Not really thinking about what he was doing, Gohan's tail slowly wrapped itself around his own waist. As Videl felt it move off of her lap, she blushed heavily, remembering what had happened when she'd stroked it. ~I can't believe I did that!!! What does Gohan think of me?!~ Gohan frowned- he could have sworn he'd just heard Videl say something, but her lips hadn't moved at all! ~Kami, now I'm going insane! .I wonder if Bulma would mind it if we took one of the king sized guest beds. ACK! Stop it Gohan!!! You're not some hormone driven teen whose just out for sex! .are you? Kami she's hot! Not an ounce of fat on her and toned to perfection.Bet she's great in bed.GAH!!! Pull yourself together Gohan!!!~ Videl's eyes slowly widened at the litany going on inside her head- that was most definitely not her own, though it had some good ideas. ~What's going on here???~ The litany stopped and her eyes locked on Gohan's as another thought that wasn't her own crept across her mind. ~Either I'm more messed up than I thought, or I just heard Videl in my head!!!~ ~I think that makes two of us. Do you know what's going on?~ To Videl's silent question, Gohan responded the way he normally would. "Gee Videl, I don't really know."
~*~
During Gohan and Videl's silent conversation, the rest of the room had burst into activity. Everyone was talking about what had just happened in the past 15 minutes. The girls were giggling and gossiping, shooting frequent glances at the red, bemused couple. The boys were gossiping, as well as casting speculative glances at Launch, Bulma, and the pile pf ruble; after all, two really hot girls had come out of it already (three if you counted the blonde) and they were hoping that another might come out if they wished for it hard enough. After getting one too many glances from the "men", Bulma ushered Tien and Launch out the door so they could talk privately, shutting the door behind them.
~*~
Krillin and Master Roshi were in a fierce debate; should they look for Launch and Tien, or should they grab Marron and skiddadle back before Juuhachi-gou got worried? It was truly a matter of fierce speculation. Krillin was loath to make his wife angry, but Roshi wouldn't be happy unless he saw Launch in that dress again. Finally Krillin gave in, and the two began their search.
~*~
An irate Chichi stomped back in the direction she had come. Slightly peeved at Bulma for sending her on a wild goose chase, she slightly more pissed at her son for not only avoiding her, but also for letting her granddaughter get kidnapped by Vegeta before she was even born!
Growling and muttering under her breath, Chichi stormed down the hall; her Frying Pan had an urgent appointment with her eldest son's head.
~*~
Vegeta grinned at the two children companionably. They had been sparring and training in the versatile gravity for nearly a day, and all were rather spent from the effort. He had been more than a little impressed by their talent, skill, and enthusiasm. Pan especially had impressed him. Although she was only a ¼ Saiya-jin, and a young bratling at that, she was about as advanced as his own brat. The human was fairly good as well, making up in enthusiasm and finesse what she lacked in strength. Changing into a clean gi, he met them in the kitchen where, to his surprise, they had whipped up a meal worthy of his Saiya-jin appetite. After a rapid inhalation of their meal, he faced the bratlings across the table. The time had come for their most important lesson: Igniting Bratling Corruption 101!
~*~
Videl stared at Gohan. ~Okay, now I'm officially freaked out.~ When it had only been conversations in her head she could tell herself that she was just crazy. Now she had to consider the possibility that it might be real and she really was talking to Gohan telepathically. At this point she vastly preferred crazy; at least that had a logical explanation. ~But maybe this has a logical explanation too. Nah.~ She was totally and utterly flabbergasted. All she could do was bury her head in her hands and pray that a diversion came quickly.
~*~
Her prayer couldn't have if Dende himself had still been in residence. Right at that moment a diversion named Chichi burst through the door, stalking straight up to Gohan and beaming him over the head. "Where have you been young man?! I've been looking for you for hours!!! Where is you mate? Do you know where your daughter if you irresponsible father?! You're as bad as Bulma was when you were four!!! I should think being kidnapped by evil bad guys twice in the same day would teach you to watch out for MY GRANDDAUGHTER!!! Do you know where she is??? SHE'S WITH THAT ASSHOLE VEGETA that's where!!! If you don't bring her back alive and whole NOW I'm not going to feed you for a YEAR!!!"