I'm going away till January 5th to Cambodia, then I'm going to Sydney on January 17th so I decided to make this chapter twice as long as usual just to make up for it.

Start Date: 23 October 2002, 10:44pm

End Date: 1 December 2002, 11:16pm (I should stop taking such longs breaks)

As the class exited the room Gohan waited "patiently" for all of the students to file out. Sure he could just fly out the window, I mean everyone knew that he was Saiyaman and stuff. But students just seemed to think that it was some other person named Son Gohan and not their teacher considering how they just couldn't match up their four-eyes teacher as Saiyaman. They were both geeky enough and everything but hey! I'm not going to be believing any day soon that my SOSE (Study of Society and Environment a.k.a. Social Studies) teacher is actually a superhero. Well actually this is all just made-up stuff. The kids couldn't care less that their SOSE teacher was Saiyaman and had all of those fancy connections. Those were all just tricks that he used anyway, Hercule said so, so why is there any reason to believe otherwise! (A/N: Ew. I'm doing my best to write from an unbiased opinion considering that I actually feel like I'm really gonna hurl whenever Hercule goes all, 'I'm the best, ROAR!' Yeah, he roars remember? But that last opinion, no matter how revolting it is, is (unfortunately) from one of those naïve fools' opinions. Anyway, there's plenty of reasons to believe otherwise! One main one: the TRUTH!)

As soon as all of the students had filed out Gohan rushed to the Staff Room, popping his head in he quickly said, "I'm gonna be out for an hour or so. If anybody comes looking for me tell them to go to my office at lunch cause I'm busy. Bye."

Then rushed out of the school and into a deserted alleyway, not bothering to check for any unsuspecting eyes, shot off the ground to Capsule Corp. The same thoughts rushing through his head, fluoro colours, pink, purple, green, orange, shirt. Gohan shivered at the thought, hopefully someone told Goten too. Chi Chi's word was law and it was an unspeakable offence to defy her word.

Gohan landed smoothly to see his father and Vegeta.

"Gohan, do you know where Goten is?" Goku questioned.

The demi-saiyan shook his head.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! The Saiyan race will be a total disgrace if we're seen in one of those shirts," Vegeta growled, inwardly shivering at the thought of having to wear one of the other shirts he had seen. The pink shirt was bad enough, but now this?!

"JERONIMO!" Goten screamed he dropped from the air and landed in Goku's arms.

"Hey Goten! Where were you, little guy?" Goku asked.

"I was playing with Chobi, he's gotten really big you should see him!" Goten cried, stretching his arms out to demonstrate how much the dinosaur had grown.

"Really? I've been away from him for so long I missed it! So next time you see him say 'hi' for me, 'kay Goten?" Gohan asked.

"You can chat later! We need a plan!" Vegeta yelled.

"We already destroyed all of the shirts at Capsule," Trunks started.

"Piccolo burned all of the shirts that Chi Chi had bought ages ago," Goku said, "Ever since that time when she made us go for our drivers' license he's destroyed every bit of clothing he didn't like."

"Don't blame him," Gohan muttered, despite his dorkiness in high school, even he had to admit that the clothes Chi Chi picked were just… shouldn't say. Being hit by the frying pan from Chi Chi was the worst. She started the trademark attack and only she can do it perfectly, ouch.

"So what do we do next?" Goten asked, "But Dad, what's so bad about fluoro shirts?"

Everybody facefaulted.

"Goten! Have you seen one of those shirts?!" Trunks screamed.

"Um… maybe. What do they look like?"

Everyone, but Vegeta, sighed. Vegeta just groaned at the youngest spawn of Kakarot's hereditary idiocy.

"Okay," Gohan took a deep breath, "You've seen bright fluoro colours right?"

"Yeah, it's like those colours on that construction paper which really hurts your eyes right?"

"Yes! Now imagine wearing those colours…"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"He finally got the picture."

"This is bad, this is bad, this is very, very bad!" Goten screeched, pacing around trying to come up with a plan, "This is almost as bad as Buu!"

"I wouldn't go that far!" Gohan disagreed, "You can't die from this!"

"Yes you can. When you're so humiliated that you commit suicide," Vegeta argued.

Everyone just looked at him. Goten was known for over-exaggerating but Vegeta always said things right to the point. He wouldn't really commit suicide because of the unbearable humiliation, would he? He must've been tortured worse when he was under Frieza's control. Unless Frieza was actually in love with Vegeta like many theories say. Remember, you always hurt the ones you love.

"So we attack mall outlets etc. then go onto the factories?" Trunks asked.

"Sounds like the start of a plan. But we have to do this all over the continent and not just in West City. I'd guess we'd have to go for the villages too," Gohan pointed out.

"Definitely," Goku agreed, "No hurting any innocent bystanders. Just destroy the clothing and no excuses that the people got in the way Vegeta. You've got better aim than that. You don't want Bulma with the frying pan loose on your tail."

Vegeta inwardly shuddered. No killing innocents was a shame, but the frying pan was a good enough threat in itself. It shouldn't be humanly possible for that kitchen utensil to cause so much pain. But then again it was mainly used on Saiyans, demis or not.

"So where do we start from?"

"West City Mall. Centre and we'll move our way out. We can take care of this on our own so no buddy systems, Goten and Trunks. If you're gonna play practical jokes on people don't do it while we have this situation to take care of. Got it?" Gohan demanded.

"Yes sir!"

"Okay, let's move!" At that last statement the five Saiyans flew off to the mall to begin their task. Destroy every single bit of fluoro clothing. And for Vegeta, destroy every single bit of fluoro clothing and make sure no humans are hurt in the process or he'll get a frying pan in the head.

Simple enough, right?

Now, let's follow Goku's path, or Kakarot, as Vegeta knows him.

They all landed in the centre of the mall and raced into the first clothing store that they each saw. Goku had gone into Big W. They don't really focus on clothing do they? Oh well, better make sure it's a fully covered job.

Race inside, the first thing he saw was a… book display?! Oh joy! The Guide to Beating Big, Bad Monsters All by Yourself by Hercule Satan was selling at $29.95, yay! Oh no! There was only one copy left… ah, screw it. Back to the task at hand. Clothing section, clothing section, where was it? Goku scanned the entire store until… Ah ha! Underneath the sign which said "Clothing"!

He rushed to the designated area, ki blast at hand. Ready to destroy every single bit of fluoro coloured clothing in the entire story. Vegeta did not miss a detail when he described what he saw. The very thought sent shivers down Goku's spine, it was just inhuman, sadistically insane.

Now, Gohan's path.

At least he had common sense, rushing right into Jeans West. Well, okay, not much of common sense, I mean who in their rights minds would let their mother buy their clothes?!

Short job, there wasn't much to destroy here. Unless you counted lot's of the women clothes, but unless Chi Chi, Bulma, Videl and Juuhachigou had lost their minds and wanted them in drag… well, you know what I'm getting at. Actually, with the current threat about… it might be a good idea to destroy those too. Just to make sure every single base is covered.

Trunks decided to get an ice-cream before starting his part of the mission. Kids, what do you expect?

Goten really did inherit the idiocy his father has. Goku may be a genius when it comes to martial arts, but with just about everything is he was goddamn thick!

The youngest demi-saiyan ran into Woolworths! Seeing no clothes there he ran out of the store, well almost ran out of the store if he didn't see the aisles and aisles of food that is. Now he was running around the mall, at a rather slow pace for him, as cops chased after him for shoplifting.

Now, Vegeta (mwahahahahaha!).

The exact instruction running through his head over and over again, "Destroy every single bit of fluoro clothing and make sure no weaklings are hurt in the process or I'll get a frying pan in the head."

"Should be simple enough," Vegeta muttered to himself.

They say that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.

Vegeta walked into The Body Shop. He's a genius in the battlefield in all areas, but in situations like this he's almost as bad as Goku.

"What the hell?!" Looking around Vegeta saw lotions, shampoos etc., y'know, stuff which the body shop sells.

"Hello sir, would you like some help?"

Vegeta directed his attention to the lady standing in front of him who had a smile on her face. His expression set into a blank stare as his eyes practically drilled holes through her forehead. After not receiving an answer from him, and coming down with conclusion that this guy was just an idiot, she just replies, "I'll just leave you to it then. If you need any help don't be afraid to ask."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, 'Baka onna.'

He turned swiftly on his heel and stormed out of the store seeing no clothing in there, unless you were to count the face cloths but I don't think the girls are that insane… right?

"Hey! Watch it buster!" Vegeta had stormed out of the store and right into an 'innocent bystander', "Watch where you're going you idiot!"

The girl that he knocked down glared daggers at him and got up off the floor ready to yell some more at the Saiyan Prince, well that is until he just turned around and walked away.

She got up and dusted herself off, all the while muttering, "Men, they've got no respect for anyone do they? Selfish pigs." (A/N: That was not meant to be directed at anybody and no one should take any offense into that last comment. It was just to put emphasis into the scene and not be seen as a derogatory statement.)

Vegeta raged off into Bras 'n' Things. Oh shit…

"What the fucking hell?! Brat, what are you playing at?!" he roared, head turned to the ceiling.

~*~At the Lookout~*~

Dende turned to Piccolo, "Save me!"

~*~Back at Bras 'n' Things~*~

All heads in the lingerie store turned to Vegeta. Meanwhile, the prince was almost seething with rage. Well, okay, he was ready to explode and kill anybody and everybody.

Ki blast at the ready Vegeta took careful aim and destroyed everything in the store except for all of the humans. He even toasted the roach in the corner.

Happy that he destroyed something he walked out of the shop and proceeded into the next one, Kleins. Failing to notice the camera which followed his every movement in the corner.

Vegeta took a good look around this store and was ready to kill anyone and everyone without a second thought. A group of girls saw the madman at the door and muttering, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" carefully walking out of the entrance being careful not to provoke the fuming prince in any way. To say that he was royally pissed meant that you joined in ages ago.

A customer didn't notice the lunatic at the door and was holding a fake diamond up to the light. Even with it being fake the light reflected off it rather brightly given its size and reflected right into Vegeta's sensitive eyes.

To be continued…

I'll see you guys and happy holidays!