Welcome back! Last time, Gohan got the worst news of his life, his class was going to Capsule
Corp! (Well, maybe not the WORST news . . .) Now everyone is getting geared up for the trip.
What will Chichi say? Will Gohan even have to go? (Of course) And don't be fooled, this is NOT
a "field trip to Capsule Corp" fic.
Will be rated PG-13 for future violence.
Disclaimer: I still do NOT own DBZ.
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 2
The Approaching Storm
After school let out Gohan made his way to the outskirts of Satan City. He ducked into an
ally pressed the button on his watch to change him into Saiyaman. He took to the air and headed
home. *Well, this is just great* he thought sarcastically. *Maybe I won't have to go. It's not like I
don't know Capsule Corp inside and out.* He sighed. *I guess this happens every year. There
shouldn't be any problems. Bulma probably locks Vegeta in the Gravity Room.* Finally relieved
that he would not have to face the complications of going to CC with his class, Gohan finished his
trip home in peace.
Before the teenage demi-saiyan could even land, a mass of spiky black hair appeared to greet
him. "Hi Gohan! How was school? Can we train now? You wanna see this cool lizard I found?
Mom say I can see Trunks later this week. Isn't that great?" the youngster managed all in one
breath.
Gohan blinked and sweat-dropped. "Um, that's great Goten. How about we train after
supper?"
The little Goku-lookalike nodded eagerly. "Okay, Big Brother! Mom wanted me to catch a
big fish for dinner so I'm gonna go to the lake. Bye!" And with that Goten was gone. Gohan
chuckled and shook him head. His little brother was very energetic.
Dinner that night consisted of, surprisingly, fish. Lots of fish. Lots and lots of fish. Gohan
and Goten ate enough to feed a small country. Chichi just grinned at her sons. They were growing
boys, after all. Once the mountains of food had been consumed the boys leaned back in their chairs,
patting their stomachs in unison.
"That was great, Mom," Gohan said, smiling contentedly.
"Yeah, Mommy. The food was yummy!" Goten agreed.
Chichi smiled. "I'm glad boys." She turned toward her eldest. "So how was school today,
Gohan?"
Gohan shrugged. "It was fine," he replied. Then he remembered the piece of paper in his
pocket. He pulled it out. "Oh yeah. Mom, the class is going on a field trip to Capsule Corp on
Friday."
"Really? That's nice," she replied.
Gohan shook his head. "I don't want to go. I already know CC in and out. Plus I don't
want to answer some of the questions that would arise if someone there recognized me. Like Bulma,
or even Vegeta." He shuddered inwardly. He could picture Videl interrogating him about how he
knew the Briefs. Or worse, Videl meeting Vegeta.
To Gohan's surprise his mother turned on him. "Well OF COURSE you're going!" She
exclaimed. Gohan yelped in surprise. "You can't miss school and it will be a great chance to show
off how smart my baby is! Not to mention you have to keep Vegeta away from your classmates!
And besides, Goten will be there on Friday too." Now these were valid arguments, but they had
nothing to do with the real reason Chichi wanted her son to go on the trip. Bulma would be able to
see if there were any eligible girls in Gohan's class and if any of them seemed interested in him. *I
have to call Bulma and discuss this! Grandchildren!!!!!* she thought.
Gohan noticed the happy, glazed over look in his mother's eyes and decided that now would
be a good time to sneak out and train with Goten. Several minutes later Chichi snapped out of her
daze. Noticing her boys had left the house she shrugged and headed towards the phone.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta was sitting on the couch at Capsule Corp. This was highly unusual. Vegeta was
doing something other than training, eating, or sleeping. He was watching TV. The "woman" had
insisted that he spend some "quality time" with his son. Vegeta had agreed willingly, too willingly.
Bulma had quickly added that it had to be something other than training. Vegeta had nearly broken
down and cried.
Vegeta, however, was not slow witted. If he had to spend time with the brat and it couldn't
be training, then what better way to bond than watching violent shows and consuming mountains of
food. Vegeta smirked. He might have to do this more often.
Trunks walked back into the room. It had been his turn to go get more food from the
kitchen. His arms were currently loaded with ten tubs of ice cream. As he slowly made his way to
the couch the phone rang.
"Brat! Get that!" Vegeta bellowed.
"I can't, Dad. That is unless you want to lose all the ice cream!" the lavender haired boy
replied.
Vegeta grumbled as he rose from the couch. He couldn't let anything happen to the precious
ice cream! He picked up the receiver and spat, "What?!"
"Vegeta? What are you doing near the phone?" came the voice of Kakarott's harpy mate.
"None of your business, woman!"
"Oh well, whatever. I need to talk to Bulma."
"So?" Vegeta did not see how this concerned him.
"So? So go get her and put her on the phone! RIGHT NOW!!!" Chichi was irritated.
Even Vegeta knew not to argue with an angry Chichi. He set the phone down on the table and
walked out of the room.
A minute later, Vegeta walked back into the room with a surprised and confused Bulma
flung over his shoulder. He set her down and simply said, "Phone," before returning to the couch to
help Trunks with the ice cream.
Bulma blinked and stared at her husband. She then gave an exasperated sigh and picked up
the phone. "Hello?"
"Bulma! We need to talk!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Chichi? What's going on?"
"Bulma, do you have a high school class coming to tour CC on Friday?" the grandchild
crazed woman asked.
Bulma sighed. "Chi, we have schools tour all the time. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Chichi began. She was obviously scheming, and that interested Bulma. "Gohan
said that his class is taking a tour there on Friday."
"Oh?" Bulma said, now interested. "Gohan is coming here with his class?"
"That's right. I was hoping that you might be able to keep an eye on him and see if he has
any lady friends. You can tell me if there are any girls in his class who might make a good wife for
my boy!" Chichi squealed.
"Oh, I see!" replied Bulma, now smirking. "You want me to spy on Gohan's love life!"
"Exactly!"
Vegeta noticed the look on his mate's face and shuddered. He was glad this wasn't about
him. The poor Kaka-brat didn't know what was coming.
Bulma and Chichi ironed out their plan on how to make sure Gohan produced grandchildren
for a while longer. Once they were done, Bulma hung up the phone and crossed her arms smirking.
Her eyes wondered around the room. Vegeta and Trunks were sacked out on the couch watching
some movie Trunks was surely too young to watch. Tubs that once held ice cream were piled next
to the couch. Mountains of other empty food containers were strewn about the entire room, easily
enough to feed an army. The whole place was filthy. Bulma's smirk faded.
"WHAT THE HECK DID YOU BOYS DO IN HERE?!?!?!?!"
Corp! (Well, maybe not the WORST news . . .) Now everyone is getting geared up for the trip.
What will Chichi say? Will Gohan even have to go? (Of course) And don't be fooled, this is NOT
a "field trip to Capsule Corp" fic.
Will be rated PG-13 for future violence.
Disclaimer: I still do NOT own DBZ.
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 2
The Approaching Storm
After school let out Gohan made his way to the outskirts of Satan City. He ducked into an
ally pressed the button on his watch to change him into Saiyaman. He took to the air and headed
home. *Well, this is just great* he thought sarcastically. *Maybe I won't have to go. It's not like I
don't know Capsule Corp inside and out.* He sighed. *I guess this happens every year. There
shouldn't be any problems. Bulma probably locks Vegeta in the Gravity Room.* Finally relieved
that he would not have to face the complications of going to CC with his class, Gohan finished his
trip home in peace.
Before the teenage demi-saiyan could even land, a mass of spiky black hair appeared to greet
him. "Hi Gohan! How was school? Can we train now? You wanna see this cool lizard I found?
Mom say I can see Trunks later this week. Isn't that great?" the youngster managed all in one
breath.
Gohan blinked and sweat-dropped. "Um, that's great Goten. How about we train after
supper?"
The little Goku-lookalike nodded eagerly. "Okay, Big Brother! Mom wanted me to catch a
big fish for dinner so I'm gonna go to the lake. Bye!" And with that Goten was gone. Gohan
chuckled and shook him head. His little brother was very energetic.
Dinner that night consisted of, surprisingly, fish. Lots of fish. Lots and lots of fish. Gohan
and Goten ate enough to feed a small country. Chichi just grinned at her sons. They were growing
boys, after all. Once the mountains of food had been consumed the boys leaned back in their chairs,
patting their stomachs in unison.
"That was great, Mom," Gohan said, smiling contentedly.
"Yeah, Mommy. The food was yummy!" Goten agreed.
Chichi smiled. "I'm glad boys." She turned toward her eldest. "So how was school today,
Gohan?"
Gohan shrugged. "It was fine," he replied. Then he remembered the piece of paper in his
pocket. He pulled it out. "Oh yeah. Mom, the class is going on a field trip to Capsule Corp on
Friday."
"Really? That's nice," she replied.
Gohan shook his head. "I don't want to go. I already know CC in and out. Plus I don't
want to answer some of the questions that would arise if someone there recognized me. Like Bulma,
or even Vegeta." He shuddered inwardly. He could picture Videl interrogating him about how he
knew the Briefs. Or worse, Videl meeting Vegeta.
To Gohan's surprise his mother turned on him. "Well OF COURSE you're going!" She
exclaimed. Gohan yelped in surprise. "You can't miss school and it will be a great chance to show
off how smart my baby is! Not to mention you have to keep Vegeta away from your classmates!
And besides, Goten will be there on Friday too." Now these were valid arguments, but they had
nothing to do with the real reason Chichi wanted her son to go on the trip. Bulma would be able to
see if there were any eligible girls in Gohan's class and if any of them seemed interested in him. *I
have to call Bulma and discuss this! Grandchildren!!!!!* she thought.
Gohan noticed the happy, glazed over look in his mother's eyes and decided that now would
be a good time to sneak out and train with Goten. Several minutes later Chichi snapped out of her
daze. Noticing her boys had left the house she shrugged and headed towards the phone.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta was sitting on the couch at Capsule Corp. This was highly unusual. Vegeta was
doing something other than training, eating, or sleeping. He was watching TV. The "woman" had
insisted that he spend some "quality time" with his son. Vegeta had agreed willingly, too willingly.
Bulma had quickly added that it had to be something other than training. Vegeta had nearly broken
down and cried.
Vegeta, however, was not slow witted. If he had to spend time with the brat and it couldn't
be training, then what better way to bond than watching violent shows and consuming mountains of
food. Vegeta smirked. He might have to do this more often.
Trunks walked back into the room. It had been his turn to go get more food from the
kitchen. His arms were currently loaded with ten tubs of ice cream. As he slowly made his way to
the couch the phone rang.
"Brat! Get that!" Vegeta bellowed.
"I can't, Dad. That is unless you want to lose all the ice cream!" the lavender haired boy
replied.
Vegeta grumbled as he rose from the couch. He couldn't let anything happen to the precious
ice cream! He picked up the receiver and spat, "What?!"
"Vegeta? What are you doing near the phone?" came the voice of Kakarott's harpy mate.
"None of your business, woman!"
"Oh well, whatever. I need to talk to Bulma."
"So?" Vegeta did not see how this concerned him.
"So? So go get her and put her on the phone! RIGHT NOW!!!" Chichi was irritated.
Even Vegeta knew not to argue with an angry Chichi. He set the phone down on the table and
walked out of the room.
A minute later, Vegeta walked back into the room with a surprised and confused Bulma
flung over his shoulder. He set her down and simply said, "Phone," before returning to the couch to
help Trunks with the ice cream.
Bulma blinked and stared at her husband. She then gave an exasperated sigh and picked up
the phone. "Hello?"
"Bulma! We need to talk!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Chichi? What's going on?"
"Bulma, do you have a high school class coming to tour CC on Friday?" the grandchild
crazed woman asked.
Bulma sighed. "Chi, we have schools tour all the time. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Chichi began. She was obviously scheming, and that interested Bulma. "Gohan
said that his class is taking a tour there on Friday."
"Oh?" Bulma said, now interested. "Gohan is coming here with his class?"
"That's right. I was hoping that you might be able to keep an eye on him and see if he has
any lady friends. You can tell me if there are any girls in his class who might make a good wife for
my boy!" Chichi squealed.
"Oh, I see!" replied Bulma, now smirking. "You want me to spy on Gohan's love life!"
"Exactly!"
Vegeta noticed the look on his mate's face and shuddered. He was glad this wasn't about
him. The poor Kaka-brat didn't know what was coming.
Bulma and Chichi ironed out their plan on how to make sure Gohan produced grandchildren
for a while longer. Once they were done, Bulma hung up the phone and crossed her arms smirking.
Her eyes wondered around the room. Vegeta and Trunks were sacked out on the couch watching
some movie Trunks was surely too young to watch. Tubs that once held ice cream were piled next
to the couch. Mountains of other empty food containers were strewn about the entire room, easily
enough to feed an army. The whole place was filthy. Bulma's smirk faded.
"WHAT THE HECK DID YOU BOYS DO IN HERE?!?!?!?!"