A/N: *heaves a gigantic sigh of relief* see, I told you I wouldn't be very long with this next chapter! ^^
T-chan: *rolls eyes* that's ignoring the fact that it took constant pestering on my part…
Lexi: Hey, it's not my fault that school started again and I have to work on college applications…
T-chan: *raises an eyebrow* Maybe not… but then again, if you had done those applications during the summer…
Lexi: *glares* hey, I didn't see you working on them at all!
T-chan: *grins* but, you see… I have a better excuse!
Lexi: *raises an eyebrow* I'm waiting…
T-chan: *grins triumphantly* I'm only a jr!
Lexi: *sweatdrops* maybe so… /___\(I had this ready a week ago; my account was suspended though cause some bastard 'didn't like' onw of my angst stories. )
Disclaimer: At this point in time, I doubt I'll have enough money to pay for college tuition, let alone have enough to buy the rights to DBZ, much as I could wish for it…
~*~ Fusion Abuse! ~*~
~*~
Whistling cheerfully to himself while strolling through the halls of his home, Mirai Trunks debated on what he should do now. He'd already discovered that his little pupil had run off with his dad, resulting in a lack of sparing partners from the usual sources… Which left Gohan.
Mirai's grin spread as he thought about getting to spar with his sensei again after all these years… Setting his course for Gohan's ki, Mirai continued, whistling his jaunty tune.
~*~
Goku regarded his young son and the son of his 'best friend'. The two really were something… Maybe he'd have to get them to show him how to do that Fusion thingie… (a/n: yes yes, I know he taught them, but lets just sign this off as an au, okay?) He grinned happily at the thought of possibly fusing with his older son. That would be a lot of fun! Or maybe he should see if he could make Vegeta fuse… Now that would be something to brag about. But then again, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to have Vegeta in his brain…
Seeing the two youngsters exchanging evil glances, even Goku could pick up on the fact that they were planning something. Hoping to avert the situation, he sprang to his feet, clapping his hands together.
"Alrighty then, I want to find Chichi now!" Having stated that, Goku took to the air, only pausing to wave to the chibis to hurry it up. With that, the three sailed towards CC.
~*~
Dende sighed and got to his feet. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he just couldn't seem to get off Earth anymore! Maybe this was the strange and unusual punishment kami's were given if they tortured certain demi Saiya-jins too much… Woah, what was he thinking? You could never torture demi Saiya-jins too much!
Well then again, judging from that awfully official looking letter in the hand of that rather intimidating demon… Dende meeped slightly as the large official looking document was thrust into his unwilling hands.
Why did this sort of thing always happen to him?
~*~
Gohan was starting to get a bit nervous by this point. The battle for the Frying Pan of Doom and Destruction™ was still raging, with the end nowhere in sight. What was in sight however, was the destruction of one poor half-alien's head, one way or another. Something told him the casualties of this battle would be deadly… Watching the two black haired women fight, the creepiest thought crossed his mind, sent from the depths of Lexi's vast well of evil things to do to Gohans.
~Wouldn't it be really freaky if mom and Videl fused?~
(a/n: *insert uber evil laughter of an insane master minded author*)
~*~
Up on his Lookout, Dende was in a bit of trouble. He slowly opened the big envelope, pulling out one of those incredibly expensive sheets of Really Nice Paper™. Gulping slightly, he unfolded it, holding it to the light so he could read it.
To: Dende, Kami of Chikyuu-sai,
Hello little one. I just got word of your little torture session down there on Earth. It seems that you are spending too much time meddling with the affairs of a single life-form, and are partially neglecting your other duties. Sorry kid, you have to make a very serious choice. Your first option is, of course, to ignore the mortal and concentrate on your duties. As a junior god, I can not blame you for wishing to play with your powers. Heaven knows I've seen enough of your kind… Your other option if quite simple too. You must concentrate full force, all of your powers must center on ruining this mortal's life. Yes, you read me right. If you're going to abuse your powers, you have to go all out. Tip: things like this will get you standing in front of the Court of Gods, and they wont be very happy with you. That is, unless you've managed to entertain them enough that they'll gladly overlook it as price for the show. It's your call, young one.
From: Kaioshin, the Supreme KaiDende's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he read the letter once, twice, three times. The Supreme Kai had actually contacted him to tell him to keep torturing Gohan?!?! It was almost too good to be true! Grinning madly, Dende folded the letter back up, tucking it into a safe fold of his robe to present to anyone who had an argument of the validity of him centering all his attention on his, *coughcough* best friend. Life was good…
Sighing happily, Dende flopped into his leather recliner, snapping up a Pina Colada from thin air, just in time to hear that last thought from Gohan. His eyes flew open, and a huge grin spread across his face. Good times! Chuckling evilly, Dende began plotting how on earth he'd be able to manage that…
~*~
Trying to shake the horrible thought out of his mind, Gohan quickly debated how to break apart the battle raging in front of him. On the one hand, he didn't want to be murdered for interfering, but on the other, he didn't want to be murdered for not interfering after the misunderstanding was all ironed out… It was really a lose, lose situation. Somehow, he wasn't sure why, but he could tell Videl really didn't have her heart in the fight. She was still trying to think over the implications of everything Chichi had told her. He could tell that she was coming closer and closer to certain truths…
There was nothing for it; he had to distract Videl! Gathering his courage, he walked over to the duo, and 'gently' laid a hand on their shoulders.
"Mom, Videl, I think that's enough. At least until you've been properly introduced. Videl; this is my mother."
Videl glared at him petulantly, muttering under her breath. "I kinda gathered that…"
Ignoring her, Gohan turned to his mother, who was scowling at him with an almost identical expression. "Mom; this is my girlfriend Videl." Leaning closer to whisper in her ear, he added. "She's also Pan's mother, your future daughter-in-law."
Chichi's mouth dropped open, and huge anime hearts formed in her eyes. Pulling the Frying Pan out Videl's grip with ease, Chichi threw her arms around Videl's neck. "Oooooh! You're just perfect! Why didn't you tell me sweetie? Ooooh, I can't wait to plan the wedding! You'll look stunning in my old wedding gown. You will wear it, wont you? And you're just my size at that age too! You'll have to get married at this years Tenkaichi Boudouki. That's what Goku and I did, and I think it would be delightful to carry on the tradition! We'll have to hurry to get the invitations out in time, but we can do it! Ooooh, I'm soooo excited!!!" Babbling on and on, touching every subject from Frying Pans, to babies, to drape designs, Chichi pulled a very bewildered Videl off in search of Bulma.
Gohan scratched his head and stared at the spot the two had occupied only seconds before, wondering bemusedly whether or not he'd have been better off letting them duke it out…
~*~
The class stared at the sight, mouths hanging open. It had been weird before, but this? …This was… well…. Weird. Very weird.
Unfortunately, the shocked silence lasted no more then a second after Videl had been dragged out of the room by her enthusiastic 'mother-in-law to be'. Gossiping to high heaven, everyone began speculating on what would happen next; and what would happen to poor Gohan when Hercule found out…
~*~
Goku was turning loop-de-loops in the air, so excited about his return to the living world that he could hardly think of anything else. Except Chichi's cooking of course. Oh, and that nifty little fridge…
Finally coming into sight of Capsule Corps, the little boys slowed down, allowing Goku to shoot in front of them. They still had Gohan's threat hanging over their heads… Even if that little fridge would ultimately save them from starvation, the mere fact that Gohan would be cruel enough to even invoke the possibility of that punishment… Well, lets just say that Gohan had just moved up on their list of Cruel People To Be Avoided At All Costs™. Poor Vegeta, always to be outdone by that 'baka Kakarott' and his foolish spawn…
~*~
The gathered Z gang barely missed Chichi and Videl immerging from The Room, instead, they got there right in time to witness poor Gohan get attacked by another swarm of teenage girls. (Heck, if Videl wasn't there, they might as well try to make this his bachelor party!^^)
Tien wrapped a protective arm around Launch and glared down the teenage guys who were looking for girls that weren't going ga-ga over 'nerd boy'. Seeing this of course, Master Roshi 'suavely' tried to 'protect' Bulma the same way. Unfortunately for him, she had recently taken Chichi's advice, and bought herself her own patented Frying Pan: the Frying Pan of Darkness and Despair™.
Nursing his head, Roshi glared sullenly at Bulma. There went his fantasy that the only reason keeping him off his 'sexy' body was the physical force of Vegeta…
Turning her glare to Krillin, Bulma raised an eyebrow. "And where exactly is this war? I wanted to see it!"
Krillin blinked, then shrugged. "Dunno Bulma, must be over! …But shouldn't we try and rescue Gohan or something?"
Bulma smirked evilly and shook her head 'no'. "I don't think so Krillin; I find this rather amusing to watch… In fact, why don't we go talk in the Security Room so that we can talk in peace and monitor the Class!"
"Good idea Bulma! And doesn't it connect to one of your wardrobes?"
Bulma smiled cheerfully at Launch and nodded, leading the way back down the hallway. "Absolutely! I haven't even been in that one for a couple years… It'll be fun to see what I have in there!"
Launch returned her grin, slipping out of Tien's arms in favor of linking arms with Bulma for a serious 'girl-to-girl' talk about clothes, and the ups and downs of having over thirty rooms employed as full-scale wardrobes…
~*~
Dende snickered as he began fiddling with the dial on the Room of Spirit and Time. He hadn't discovered the fact that it was occupied until a moment ago, and he still wasn't sure exactly who was in there… But who ever it was would certainly have a surprise when it came time to come out! Snickering evilly again, Dende literally skipped out to the edge of the Lookout, singing that song from Eldorado about being gods at the top of his rather capacious Namekian lungs. Oh the joys of being Kami…
~*~
Vegeta smirked down at the two six year olds in front of him. It had only been two or three months, and they had already completed all their Evilness Training. Granted, they still had a lot to learn, but it was the sort of thing that they needed to learn by experience. Smirking at his pupils again, Vegeta formulated some questions to test them.
"Alright bratlings, when someone brushes you in a crowded hall, what do you do?"
"Blast the hall to hell!" The two innocent little girls chimed in perfect unison.
Vegeta smirked and nodded. "And happens when you accidentally kill more people than just the one?"
"It wasn't accidentally" Pan stated with a smirk. No wonder the androids had enjoyed this… Not that she was anything like them of course!!! No… of course not!
"But you still laugh and refuse to apologize!" Marron added with a menacing smile. This was really fun!
"Good. And when…"
They continued in this manner for a few more minutes before starting to spar again. They had all increased their strength, much to Vegeta's surprise. He hadn't been expecting to gain all that much strength training with two weaklings, but somehow he had… Not that he objected, of course!
Suddenly a strange wrenching feeling passed over the trio, and all sank to their knees, screaming in agony, forms rippling grotesquely. Just as suddenly, the pain stopped, and they slowly got to their feet. What they saw made even Vegeta's jaw drop.
For some odd reason, Pan had aged at least 10 years, Marron at least two, and Vegeta had somehow dropped a couple…
"What the hell…"
Looking down at herself, Pan squeaked, eyes flying wide. She looked almost identical to her Young Mother! (In a much too small gi, of course…)
Exchanging a glance, the three pasted on identical evil looks, storming towards the door to demand an explanation.
~*~
Still grinning and singing, Dende flopped back into his recliner. He'd never had so much fun in his life!
Nothing could spoil his fun right now…
Except a trio of angry Evil People. Vegeta, Teenage Pan, and Chibi Marron barged onto the scene, scowling, and just looking for trouble. Hearing a commotion, Dende glanced over and smiled, then did a double take. "Uh… heh heh, um, Hi?"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY THE HELL AM I LIKE THIS?!?!"
Dende cringed away from Pan: Vegeta was right, that girl certainly was the product of two banshee women…
~*~
A/N: *laughs and points* Bet you thought this would be longer! =P
T-chan: *rolls her eyes* Lexi, you are so juvenile sometimes…
Lexi: *grins happily* Yuppers! ^^;
T-chan: *grins* it seems to me that in the last two chapters we've switched roles… Now I'm the responsible one, and you're the hyper extra.
Lexi: *snarls, chases after T-chan with her ^chopstix^* Just for that muse!
T-chan: *meeps and runs away*
Vegeta: *blinks a few times, then sighs and stalks off to train* …women…
Lexi/T-chan: I HEARD THAT!!! *forget their fight to chase after him*