Author's Notes: Kioko: I wasn't killed!! HOORAH!!!
Mirai Trunks: You're just lucky that I wanted you to finish torturing Gohan...
Kioko: Aw...Is Trunks-kun feeling left out?
Mirai Trunks: No. And don't you go get any ideas into your head...
Kioko: Too late!! I've already got one!!
Mirai Trunks: Kuso...
Kioko: How about when I'm done with my, 'Torture-Son-Gohan-fics', I start reining my terror on you??
*Gohan pops in*Gohan: Yeah! Go torture some other demi saiya-jin for once!!
Disclaimer: *grabs whip* Back, you evil lawyers, back!!
Lawyers: Sue her!! Sue her!! Sue her!!
Kioko: I don't own Dragonball Z!!! Call the lawyers off!!
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Chapter 6: What the HFLI?!
"Get back here NOW you little brats or I'll rip your lungs out!!" Mirai Trunks threatened, as he chased Goten and Chibi Trunks down the hallways. He briefly considered taking out his sword and hacking their legs off, but then Chi-Chi and his mother wouldn't be too happy with him.
Chibi Trunks looked back at Mirai Trunks and stuck his tongue out. That enraged his older counterpart further and he sped after the two blurs.
'Gohan WAS right...These two are MONSTERS!!!' Mirai Trunks thought, as the two knocked some rich executive into a rich old lady, who fell into a punch bowl.
"You there!!" an usher barked, at Mirai Trunks. "Stop running in the halls!!"
Mirai Trunks ignored his warning and he phased out from his current position and reappeared a few feet ahead of the two demons. Before they past him, he grabbed onto their tuxedo collars and stopped them in their tracks.
The people in the hall cheered for Mirai Trunks' success in capturing the two terrorists and then went back to munching on shrimp cocktail.
"ACK!! I can't breathe!!" Goten cried, as he struggled against Mirai Trunks hold.
"Lemme go!!" Chibi Trunks added, glaring at Mirai Trunks as he dragged them away.
"You think I'm going to let you go?!" Mirai Trunks growled, giving them the Vegeta-Death-Glare TM. "You'll be lucky if I let you LIVE through tonight."
"Uh...Mr. Older Trunks?" Goten asked, gulping. "Where are you taking us?"
"You'll find out soon enough..."
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Gohan waited idly for the screen to show some life. He, Videl, Sharpner, Erasa, and a few other people were the only ones in the theater. That was probably because the show wasn't supposed to start for another hour or so.
On the stage there was a couple cardboard cutouts. One was supposed to be Cell, but it looked like a grasshopper on steroids. Another was Mr. Satan; only he was doing a Saiyaman pose. The demi saiya-jin swore that he was going to kill whoever made the Mr. Satan one. Either that or he would copyright his poses from now on.
"So, Gohan?" Erasa asked. "Your Dad's THE Son Goku, right?"
"Yeah. I really didn't know he was that famous until Videl mentioned the whole documentary thing." Gohan replied.
"Are you kidding?!" Sharpner exclaimed. "Son Goku's almost as good as Mr. Satan!!"
Gohan was ready to say that his father was and forever would be stronger than Mr. Satan, but at that precise moment, the door to the theater burst open.
The four teenagers in the front row turned around to see another teenager carrying two children by the scruffs off their tuxedoes, stomp into the theater looking very cheesed off. He walked to the second row and threw the two boys into two chairs next to each other.
Before they could escape, he fired a ki ring at each of their wrists and ankles, securing them to the chair.(AN: Think what Majin Vegeta did to Goku)
"Now..." the teenager said, menacingly. "You two will STAY PUT until this 'celebration' is over, if you know what's good for you."
"What'd you gonna do to us?" the smaller version of the older boy challenged. "Blow us to the next dimension?"
"IF you disobey my orders, I will take my sword," he growled, showing it to the boys. "And cut you up into little, itty bitty pieces. After I've done that, I'll feed those pieces to Shenlong..."
The boys looked at each other and nodded towards Mirai Trunks. They'd be good in Mirai Trunks' presence from now on.
"Good." he replied, walking towards the front row. "And Chibi Trunks? I WILL go through with that threat. After all...I can wish you back...ONCE."
Chibi Trunks paled and didn't even bother to say something in response.
Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa stared at Mirai Trunks in horror as he walked past them. They looked even more horrified when he sat by Gohan.
"They're worse then Juuhachigou and Juunanagou!!" Mirai Trunks sighed, plopping down into the chair.
"How'd you do that?!" Gohan asked, staring at Mirai Trunks in awe. "Usually they won't even LISTEN to my threats!!"
"What can I say? It's in my genes." Mirai Trunks replied and Gohan snickered.
"Uh...Gohan?" Videl asked, eyeing Mirai Trunks suspiciously. "You KNOW this psychopath?!"
"Hai. This is Mirai Trunks Briefs. He's a friend of mine." Gohan explained. "Trunks, these are some of my other friends...Sharpner, Erasa, and Videl Satan."
"Nice to meet you all," Mirai Trunks said, nodding in response. "Gohan's told me about you three. You seem like a nice bunch."
"So do you," Erasa breathed, staring at the hunk before her. "Mirai? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Never had the time for one." he replied. "Too busy helping...er...helping Mom in the laboratory."
"You said you're last name was Briefs...Does that mean your related to THE Bulma Briefs?" Sharpner questioned.
"She's my mother if that's what you wanted to know," the lavender haired teenager said.
As Gohan's friends continued to drill Mirai Trunks with questions, the black haired demi saiya-jin felt a tug in the back of his mind, as if something bad was about to happen. He turned his head around and scanned the area, searching...Then he felt it. For the briefest second it was there and then gone for the time being.
There was no way in Hell he could be sensing them. They were dead!!
"Gohan?" Mirai Trunks asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"Nani? Iie...There's nothing wrong, Trunks-kun..." Gohan lied, turning back to his friend.
Both Videl and Mirai Trunks didn't believe a word the demi saiya-jin had said. His eyes had given him away. The black voids that were usually filled with happiness were now filled with worry and fear. Something was defiantly going on and they were going to figure it out.
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"Goku!!" Chi-Chi whined, as she watched her husband chow down on twentieth steak. She sincerely wished she had brought her frying pan with her right about now. "If you don't hurry up we're going to be late and we won't get our seats!!"
Next to her, Bulma was watching her husband go on his twenty-first steak, but in a more refined manner than Goku.
"Vegeta!!" she sighed. "You can eat later!! I want find Mirai Trunks and make sure that Chibi Trunks and Goten haven't killed him yet!!"
Vegeta grunted in response and reached for an egg roll. Before he could do so however, there was a loud 'BANG' coming from in Goku's direction. Vegeta looked to see that Chi-Chi had barrowed a frying pan from the cooks and had beamed Goku with it. The Saiya-jin no Ouji chuckled at the younger Saiya-jin's dilemma, but before long, there was another 'BANG', and he was nursing a bump on his head.
"Onna!!" he barked, glaring at his mate, who was now holding a frying pan too.
"Finish eating, NOW, Vegeta, or the Gravity Room's going to have a little 'accident' when we get home," she commanded.
"Damnit..." Vegeta muttered. He shoved one last egg roll into his mouth before getting up and escorting his wife towards the auditorium.
It took one more swing with the frying pan to get Son Goku up and away from all the food.
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Gohan gave his parents a look of exasperation when they finally they finally showed up. The theater was almost packed now, but there were four reserved seats in the front row of them and the Briefs.
Vegeta had sneered at Chibi Trunks and Goten when they asked for help and Goku gave them a look of pity. The two horrors were going to resort to begging, but that was before Mirai Trunks sent them a death glare and flashed his sword at them.
"Wow, Trunks!!" Bulma congratulated, smiling at her son. "How'd you get them to obey you like that?"
"Threatened them with death," the purple haired teenager replied.
"I do that all the time, boy, and you never see them listening to me," Vegeta snorted, rolling his eyes.
"You've got to come up with more horrifying ways of death, Dad." Mirai Trunks explained. "I told them that if they didn't stay put I'd hack them into little pieces and then feed that to Shenlong."
Vegeta smirked at his son and clamped a hand on his shoulder, "There's hope for you yet, son."
"Umm...Excuse me?" an usher asked into the microphone. The auditorium quieted and the lights dimmed. "Thank you. I would like to welcome you all to this special presentation. As you all know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. We will be showing you the actual footage of the Cell Games, with research added into it. But before that, we would like to say that this celebration is dedicated Son Goku, a legendary fighter, who, I'm sorry to say, is no longer with us," Many heads bowed and Goku looked around, confused.
"But, I'm here..." he whispered and Chi-Chi shushed him.
"We will be showing a documentary on his family and how they're coping with the loss," the usher continued. "So, without further ado...Let the celebration begin!!"
The screen flashed to life and the title of the documentary appeared.
"'A Day In The Life Of The Son Family'," Mirai Trunks whispered. "This is gonna be interesting..."
ON SCREEN....
The screen showed a homey little cottage in the woods. It then panned into the kitchen where Chi-Chi was seen, at the stove, cooking for an army. As she flipped a pancake, two boys entered the room, one with spiky, black hair and the other with limp, purple hair.
"Good morning, boys!!" Chi-Chi called cheerfully, as the boys sat down at the table.
Trunks stifled a yawn and asked, "What's for breakfast, Mrs. Chi- Chi?"
"Pancakes, sausage, and eggs," she replied. "Why don't you two go wake up Gohan?"
"OK!!" Goten exclaimed, jumping out of his chair and running to the stairs. "GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!"
The camera moved towards the stairs, to hear to conversation better.
"Were you playing video games all night too?" Goten's voice asked as it floated down the stairs.
"NO!!" replied a new voice.
"Then why are you tired?"
"Because he's lazy, Goten. Dad says that when Saiya-jins don't train, their human genes take over, thus causing them to be lazy and need more hours of sleep..."
"Oooh..."
There was two thunks on the floor before the new voice called, "MA..."
"Gohan?! You're not serious, are you?!"
"...SEN..."
"You know the rules, Gohan!! No ki blasts in the house!!"
"...KO..."
"MMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!" Goten yelled, running out of the room and down the stairs, all most knocking over the cameraman. "GOHAN'S GONNA FIRE A MASENKO IN THE HOUSE!!!!"
OFF SCREEN...
Mirai Trunks high-fived Gohan and congratulated him in successfully threatening the chibis.
ON SCREEN....
Son Gohan appeared on the screen moments later, wearing a blue gi and showing his well-toned muscles. Off-screen, many girls whistled and sighed.
Following him was Chi-Chi, with the frying pan in tow. She glared at him and pointed to a seat at the table. This was just beginning of the Son family life(AN: If you read the second chapter titled, 'The Beginning of the End of My Life', you know what happens. I'm not going into too much detail, since there's more important stuff to write about...)
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An hour later, the house lights came on and people stood up to stretch. There was an twenty-minute intermission and many people walked off to go refill their beverages. Goten and Chibi Trunks whined to Mirai Trunks that they had to go to the bathroom and that they were hungry. So, Mirai Trunks undid their ki bindings, and carried them by them all the way to the bathrooms and the buffet bar.
Mr. Satan was trying to hit on Bulma again, Vegeta was itching to strangle someone, preferably Goku or Mr. Satan, Chi-Chi was sleeping peacefully against Goku's shoulder, seeing as though her everyday life had bored her, and Gohan was surrounded by a hoard of teenage girls and numerous sweatdrops were forming on the back of his head.
"Back off, girls!!" Videl commanded, pushing her way to Gohan. "Gohan's MY date tonight and don't you even START to think that you'll get him away from me!!"
The girls fell back in disappointment, some muttering about Videl always getting the good ones. They then noticed Mirai Trunks returning and strapping Goten and Trunks back to their chairs, and began to horde around him.
"Poor Mirai Trunks..." Goku said. "And poor Bulma..."
Vegeta had enough of Mr. Satan hitting on his wife, so he stood up and walked over to Bulma. After a few seconds of talk, Mr. Satan walked away, his face very pale and Bulma hugged Vegeta in gratitude.
For the second time that night, Gohan felt the tug again. He looked around curiously before the he felt the two powerful kis that were nearby. This wasn't happening. Was he just going paranoid?
He looked at Vegeta, who had snapped back into attention, a snarl written on his face. When their eyes met, they understood each other instantly. In unison they looked at Goku. The saiya-jin gave them a puzzled look and went back to trying to wake Chi-Chi up.
"Videl?" he asked.
Videl looked up from threatening the girls trying to pinch Gohan's behind and replied, "Yeah, Gohan?"
"I need to talk with, Vegeta for a second, OK? Make sure Sharpner doesn't get my seat."
"Sure..." Videl responded, glancing at her date. "You're sure there's nothing wrong?"
"I'll answer you truthfully this time, Videl...I really don't know." he whispered, walking towards the awaiting Vegeta.
The Saiya-jin no Ouji lead him out of the theater and into an empty room.
"So, you felt it too?" Vegeta demanded, once the door was closed.
"Second time tonight." Gohan replied. "What do you think it means? And how come we're the only ones that sense it?"
"I have no idea what it means. But I do know why we're the only ones who sense them." Vegeta explained. "One, because your father's a baka. Two, because Trunks was busy with babysitting and his girlfriends. And three, because we're the ones that've been haunted by them all or most of our lives. No one could forget kis like theirs...especially if they've done something horrible to you."
"I see...But why are they here? On Earth?" Gohan asked. "They should be in Hell..."
"That's what I was wondering. Do you think someone wished them back with the dragonballs?"
"Iie. Very few people know about the dragonballs and I don't think the Namek's would go around and wish Frieza back either."
"Then how the hell are we sensing them?! Are our minds just playing games with us?!"
"I don't think so…I have a theory and it may involve my Dad,"
"What's your baka father have to do with this?!"
"You know that Dad only came back because it's his seventh year of death, right?"
"Of course."
"Well, what if Cell got a few hours off because it's his seventh year of death too?"
"Sounds reasonable, but then why the hell is Frieza with him?"
"Maybe he complained because he didn't get to come back on HIS seventh year of death."
"Hmph. That's something Frieza would do all right." Vegeta snorted. "Do you think we should let the others know?"
"Not quiet yet," Gohan replied, thinking thoughtfully. "We'll wait on Frieza and Cell…See if they do anything worth telling Dad, Mirai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, and Goten about."
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Kioko: Oh…Cliffy!!
Mirai Trunks: How much you wanna bet there's going to be billions of flames in the reviews after this chapter is released?
Kioko: Um…two dollars and eighty-eight cents?
Next Chapter: I finally get to the Cell Games!! Will Goku and Mirai Trunks find out about Frieza and Cell before anything happens? And will the play go successfully without Vegeta killing someone?
Mirai Trunks: You're just lucky that I wanted you to finish torturing Gohan...
Kioko: Aw...Is Trunks-kun feeling left out?
Mirai Trunks: No. And don't you go get any ideas into your head...
Kioko: Too late!! I've already got one!!
Mirai Trunks: Kuso...
Kioko: How about when I'm done with my, 'Torture-Son-Gohan-fics', I start reining my terror on you??
*Gohan pops in*Gohan: Yeah! Go torture some other demi saiya-jin for once!!
Disclaimer: *grabs whip* Back, you evil lawyers, back!!
Lawyers: Sue her!! Sue her!! Sue her!!
Kioko: I don't own Dragonball Z!!! Call the lawyers off!!
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Chapter 6: What the HFLI?!
"Get back here NOW you little brats or I'll rip your lungs out!!" Mirai Trunks threatened, as he chased Goten and Chibi Trunks down the hallways. He briefly considered taking out his sword and hacking their legs off, but then Chi-Chi and his mother wouldn't be too happy with him.
Chibi Trunks looked back at Mirai Trunks and stuck his tongue out. That enraged his older counterpart further and he sped after the two blurs.
'Gohan WAS right...These two are MONSTERS!!!' Mirai Trunks thought, as the two knocked some rich executive into a rich old lady, who fell into a punch bowl.
"You there!!" an usher barked, at Mirai Trunks. "Stop running in the halls!!"
Mirai Trunks ignored his warning and he phased out from his current position and reappeared a few feet ahead of the two demons. Before they past him, he grabbed onto their tuxedo collars and stopped them in their tracks.
The people in the hall cheered for Mirai Trunks' success in capturing the two terrorists and then went back to munching on shrimp cocktail.
"ACK!! I can't breathe!!" Goten cried, as he struggled against Mirai Trunks hold.
"Lemme go!!" Chibi Trunks added, glaring at Mirai Trunks as he dragged them away.
"You think I'm going to let you go?!" Mirai Trunks growled, giving them the Vegeta-Death-Glare TM. "You'll be lucky if I let you LIVE through tonight."
"Uh...Mr. Older Trunks?" Goten asked, gulping. "Where are you taking us?"
"You'll find out soon enough..."
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Gohan waited idly for the screen to show some life. He, Videl, Sharpner, Erasa, and a few other people were the only ones in the theater. That was probably because the show wasn't supposed to start for another hour or so.
On the stage there was a couple cardboard cutouts. One was supposed to be Cell, but it looked like a grasshopper on steroids. Another was Mr. Satan; only he was doing a Saiyaman pose. The demi saiya-jin swore that he was going to kill whoever made the Mr. Satan one. Either that or he would copyright his poses from now on.
"So, Gohan?" Erasa asked. "Your Dad's THE Son Goku, right?"
"Yeah. I really didn't know he was that famous until Videl mentioned the whole documentary thing." Gohan replied.
"Are you kidding?!" Sharpner exclaimed. "Son Goku's almost as good as Mr. Satan!!"
Gohan was ready to say that his father was and forever would be stronger than Mr. Satan, but at that precise moment, the door to the theater burst open.
The four teenagers in the front row turned around to see another teenager carrying two children by the scruffs off their tuxedoes, stomp into the theater looking very cheesed off. He walked to the second row and threw the two boys into two chairs next to each other.
Before they could escape, he fired a ki ring at each of their wrists and ankles, securing them to the chair.(AN: Think what Majin Vegeta did to Goku)
"Now..." the teenager said, menacingly. "You two will STAY PUT until this 'celebration' is over, if you know what's good for you."
"What'd you gonna do to us?" the smaller version of the older boy challenged. "Blow us to the next dimension?"
"IF you disobey my orders, I will take my sword," he growled, showing it to the boys. "And cut you up into little, itty bitty pieces. After I've done that, I'll feed those pieces to Shenlong..."
The boys looked at each other and nodded towards Mirai Trunks. They'd be good in Mirai Trunks' presence from now on.
"Good." he replied, walking towards the front row. "And Chibi Trunks? I WILL go through with that threat. After all...I can wish you back...ONCE."
Chibi Trunks paled and didn't even bother to say something in response.
Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa stared at Mirai Trunks in horror as he walked past them. They looked even more horrified when he sat by Gohan.
"They're worse then Juuhachigou and Juunanagou!!" Mirai Trunks sighed, plopping down into the chair.
"How'd you do that?!" Gohan asked, staring at Mirai Trunks in awe. "Usually they won't even LISTEN to my threats!!"
"What can I say? It's in my genes." Mirai Trunks replied and Gohan snickered.
"Uh...Gohan?" Videl asked, eyeing Mirai Trunks suspiciously. "You KNOW this psychopath?!"
"Hai. This is Mirai Trunks Briefs. He's a friend of mine." Gohan explained. "Trunks, these are some of my other friends...Sharpner, Erasa, and Videl Satan."
"Nice to meet you all," Mirai Trunks said, nodding in response. "Gohan's told me about you three. You seem like a nice bunch."
"So do you," Erasa breathed, staring at the hunk before her. "Mirai? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Never had the time for one." he replied. "Too busy helping...er...helping Mom in the laboratory."
"You said you're last name was Briefs...Does that mean your related to THE Bulma Briefs?" Sharpner questioned.
"She's my mother if that's what you wanted to know," the lavender haired teenager said.
As Gohan's friends continued to drill Mirai Trunks with questions, the black haired demi saiya-jin felt a tug in the back of his mind, as if something bad was about to happen. He turned his head around and scanned the area, searching...Then he felt it. For the briefest second it was there and then gone for the time being.
There was no way in Hell he could be sensing them. They were dead!!
"Gohan?" Mirai Trunks asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"Nani? Iie...There's nothing wrong, Trunks-kun..." Gohan lied, turning back to his friend.
Both Videl and Mirai Trunks didn't believe a word the demi saiya-jin had said. His eyes had given him away. The black voids that were usually filled with happiness were now filled with worry and fear. Something was defiantly going on and they were going to figure it out.
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"Goku!!" Chi-Chi whined, as she watched her husband chow down on twentieth steak. She sincerely wished she had brought her frying pan with her right about now. "If you don't hurry up we're going to be late and we won't get our seats!!"
Next to her, Bulma was watching her husband go on his twenty-first steak, but in a more refined manner than Goku.
"Vegeta!!" she sighed. "You can eat later!! I want find Mirai Trunks and make sure that Chibi Trunks and Goten haven't killed him yet!!"
Vegeta grunted in response and reached for an egg roll. Before he could do so however, there was a loud 'BANG' coming from in Goku's direction. Vegeta looked to see that Chi-Chi had barrowed a frying pan from the cooks and had beamed Goku with it. The Saiya-jin no Ouji chuckled at the younger Saiya-jin's dilemma, but before long, there was another 'BANG', and he was nursing a bump on his head.
"Onna!!" he barked, glaring at his mate, who was now holding a frying pan too.
"Finish eating, NOW, Vegeta, or the Gravity Room's going to have a little 'accident' when we get home," she commanded.
"Damnit..." Vegeta muttered. He shoved one last egg roll into his mouth before getting up and escorting his wife towards the auditorium.
It took one more swing with the frying pan to get Son Goku up and away from all the food.
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Gohan gave his parents a look of exasperation when they finally they finally showed up. The theater was almost packed now, but there were four reserved seats in the front row of them and the Briefs.
Vegeta had sneered at Chibi Trunks and Goten when they asked for help and Goku gave them a look of pity. The two horrors were going to resort to begging, but that was before Mirai Trunks sent them a death glare and flashed his sword at them.
"Wow, Trunks!!" Bulma congratulated, smiling at her son. "How'd you get them to obey you like that?"
"Threatened them with death," the purple haired teenager replied.
"I do that all the time, boy, and you never see them listening to me," Vegeta snorted, rolling his eyes.
"You've got to come up with more horrifying ways of death, Dad." Mirai Trunks explained. "I told them that if they didn't stay put I'd hack them into little pieces and then feed that to Shenlong."
Vegeta smirked at his son and clamped a hand on his shoulder, "There's hope for you yet, son."
"Umm...Excuse me?" an usher asked into the microphone. The auditorium quieted and the lights dimmed. "Thank you. I would like to welcome you all to this special presentation. As you all know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. We will be showing you the actual footage of the Cell Games, with research added into it. But before that, we would like to say that this celebration is dedicated Son Goku, a legendary fighter, who, I'm sorry to say, is no longer with us," Many heads bowed and Goku looked around, confused.
"But, I'm here..." he whispered and Chi-Chi shushed him.
"We will be showing a documentary on his family and how they're coping with the loss," the usher continued. "So, without further ado...Let the celebration begin!!"
The screen flashed to life and the title of the documentary appeared.
"'A Day In The Life Of The Son Family'," Mirai Trunks whispered. "This is gonna be interesting..."
ON SCREEN....
The screen showed a homey little cottage in the woods. It then panned into the kitchen where Chi-Chi was seen, at the stove, cooking for an army. As she flipped a pancake, two boys entered the room, one with spiky, black hair and the other with limp, purple hair.
"Good morning, boys!!" Chi-Chi called cheerfully, as the boys sat down at the table.
Trunks stifled a yawn and asked, "What's for breakfast, Mrs. Chi- Chi?"
"Pancakes, sausage, and eggs," she replied. "Why don't you two go wake up Gohan?"
"OK!!" Goten exclaimed, jumping out of his chair and running to the stairs. "GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!"
The camera moved towards the stairs, to hear to conversation better.
"Were you playing video games all night too?" Goten's voice asked as it floated down the stairs.
"NO!!" replied a new voice.
"Then why are you tired?"
"Because he's lazy, Goten. Dad says that when Saiya-jins don't train, their human genes take over, thus causing them to be lazy and need more hours of sleep..."
"Oooh..."
There was two thunks on the floor before the new voice called, "MA..."
"Gohan?! You're not serious, are you?!"
"...SEN..."
"You know the rules, Gohan!! No ki blasts in the house!!"
"...KO..."
"MMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!" Goten yelled, running out of the room and down the stairs, all most knocking over the cameraman. "GOHAN'S GONNA FIRE A MASENKO IN THE HOUSE!!!!"
OFF SCREEN...
Mirai Trunks high-fived Gohan and congratulated him in successfully threatening the chibis.
ON SCREEN....
Son Gohan appeared on the screen moments later, wearing a blue gi and showing his well-toned muscles. Off-screen, many girls whistled and sighed.
Following him was Chi-Chi, with the frying pan in tow. She glared at him and pointed to a seat at the table. This was just beginning of the Son family life(AN: If you read the second chapter titled, 'The Beginning of the End of My Life', you know what happens. I'm not going into too much detail, since there's more important stuff to write about...)
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An hour later, the house lights came on and people stood up to stretch. There was an twenty-minute intermission and many people walked off to go refill their beverages. Goten and Chibi Trunks whined to Mirai Trunks that they had to go to the bathroom and that they were hungry. So, Mirai Trunks undid their ki bindings, and carried them by them all the way to the bathrooms and the buffet bar.
Mr. Satan was trying to hit on Bulma again, Vegeta was itching to strangle someone, preferably Goku or Mr. Satan, Chi-Chi was sleeping peacefully against Goku's shoulder, seeing as though her everyday life had bored her, and Gohan was surrounded by a hoard of teenage girls and numerous sweatdrops were forming on the back of his head.
"Back off, girls!!" Videl commanded, pushing her way to Gohan. "Gohan's MY date tonight and don't you even START to think that you'll get him away from me!!"
The girls fell back in disappointment, some muttering about Videl always getting the good ones. They then noticed Mirai Trunks returning and strapping Goten and Trunks back to their chairs, and began to horde around him.
"Poor Mirai Trunks..." Goku said. "And poor Bulma..."
Vegeta had enough of Mr. Satan hitting on his wife, so he stood up and walked over to Bulma. After a few seconds of talk, Mr. Satan walked away, his face very pale and Bulma hugged Vegeta in gratitude.
For the second time that night, Gohan felt the tug again. He looked around curiously before the he felt the two powerful kis that were nearby. This wasn't happening. Was he just going paranoid?
He looked at Vegeta, who had snapped back into attention, a snarl written on his face. When their eyes met, they understood each other instantly. In unison they looked at Goku. The saiya-jin gave them a puzzled look and went back to trying to wake Chi-Chi up.
"Videl?" he asked.
Videl looked up from threatening the girls trying to pinch Gohan's behind and replied, "Yeah, Gohan?"
"I need to talk with, Vegeta for a second, OK? Make sure Sharpner doesn't get my seat."
"Sure..." Videl responded, glancing at her date. "You're sure there's nothing wrong?"
"I'll answer you truthfully this time, Videl...I really don't know." he whispered, walking towards the awaiting Vegeta.
The Saiya-jin no Ouji lead him out of the theater and into an empty room.
"So, you felt it too?" Vegeta demanded, once the door was closed.
"Second time tonight." Gohan replied. "What do you think it means? And how come we're the only ones that sense it?"
"I have no idea what it means. But I do know why we're the only ones who sense them." Vegeta explained. "One, because your father's a baka. Two, because Trunks was busy with babysitting and his girlfriends. And three, because we're the ones that've been haunted by them all or most of our lives. No one could forget kis like theirs...especially if they've done something horrible to you."
"I see...But why are they here? On Earth?" Gohan asked. "They should be in Hell..."
"That's what I was wondering. Do you think someone wished them back with the dragonballs?"
"Iie. Very few people know about the dragonballs and I don't think the Namek's would go around and wish Frieza back either."
"Then how the hell are we sensing them?! Are our minds just playing games with us?!"
"I don't think so…I have a theory and it may involve my Dad,"
"What's your baka father have to do with this?!"
"You know that Dad only came back because it's his seventh year of death, right?"
"Of course."
"Well, what if Cell got a few hours off because it's his seventh year of death too?"
"Sounds reasonable, but then why the hell is Frieza with him?"
"Maybe he complained because he didn't get to come back on HIS seventh year of death."
"Hmph. That's something Frieza would do all right." Vegeta snorted. "Do you think we should let the others know?"
"Not quiet yet," Gohan replied, thinking thoughtfully. "We'll wait on Frieza and Cell…See if they do anything worth telling Dad, Mirai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, and Goten about."
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Kioko: Oh…Cliffy!!
Mirai Trunks: How much you wanna bet there's going to be billions of flames in the reviews after this chapter is released?
Kioko: Um…two dollars and eighty-eight cents?
Next Chapter: I finally get to the Cell Games!! Will Goku and Mirai Trunks find out about Frieza and Cell before anything happens? And will the play go successfully without Vegeta killing someone?
