Hello again! It's time! The class starts their field trip. Will things go alright? No. Oh, the
suspense! Oh, the drama! Oh, the bad acting!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything like that.
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 3
D-Day
The countryside of the 439 mountain area in rural Japan was awakening to a
beautiful morning. The sun was rose slowly over the horizon in the way that gave the name "Land
of the Rising Sun." Birds sang in the trees and the furry woodland creatures went about their
business on the ground. All was calm and peaceful . . . at least for a few seconds.
And for a few more seconds. And for several more minutes. Until finally, "OH CRAP! I'M
GONNA BE LATE!!!" This sent the furry woodland creatures into quite a panic, but Gohan Son
was in an even worse panic. He dashed around the house getting ready for school.
Chichi shook her head at her distressed son. "Honestly Gohan. I told you Goten wouldn't
be here this morning. He's at Bulma's. You shouldn't rely on him to wake you up." She held up a
plate with about a dozen pancakes on it. The food disappeared in a blur. She didn't even see Gohan
go by, but she was used to it. "Don't forget," Chichi called out, "today is your field trip." This
received a groan. "Oh come on! It won't be that bad!"
Gohan sighed and headed out the door. "I guess you're right, mom. I probably won't even
see Bulma or any one I know." With that head took off into the air.
Chichi just smiled and watched him disappear in the distance. *Don't count on it, son. Don't
count on it.*
* * * * * * *
Gohan approached the school going at his top speed short of turning Super Saiyan. He spied
his class out front with a bus. They hadn't left yet! Gohan wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He
landed in a nearby ally and quickly joined his class.
Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa were all waiting to load the bus when Gohan joined them.
"Barely made it, Nerd-boy," Sharpener chided.
"Lucky me," Gohan replied gloomily.
"What's wrong with you?" Erasa asked, fidgeting with her (extremely fashionable) handbag.
"Nothing," the demi-saiyan replied. "By the way, what are you doing?"
Everyone turned to Erasa. She smiled. "I'm just trying to get all my stuff to fit in this bag.
It's too small." The bag in question was by no means tiny. Erasa began pulling things out. "I have
this camera and extra film. Then there's the video camera, just incase. And there's my cell phone,
makeup kit, pen and paper, my tape recorder, a bottle of water, a few fashion magazines, my cd
player, my purse, my digital camera, my . . ."
Everyone sweat-dropped. "Erasa, why do you have all that stuff?" Gohan asked.
Videl sighed. "She's a huge fan of Bulma Briefs, the owner of Capsule Corp. Erasa is
hoping to see her. That's what all that junk is for."
"Wouldn't that be just incredible?!" Erasa squealed as they loaded onto the bus. "I mean
really! Mrs. Briefs is, like, the epitome of fashion!"
"Wow, 'epitome.' Big word, Erasa," Videl commented sarcastically as the teacher laid
down the rules for the trip. The blond just giggled and grinned. Videl sweat-dropped.
* * * * * * *
After filing off of the bus in front of the Capsule Corp building the class chattered excitedly,
waiting for their tour guide. Gohan glanced around nervously. He could feel Vegeta's ki in the
Gravity Room. That was good. Goten and Trunk's kis were somewhere deep in the Briefs family
part of the building. Gohan suppressed his ki as low as he could. Those two could ruin everything
for him.
Just then, a woman walked up to the awaiting class. She wore a trendy green dress that went
well with her well-kept blue hair. She looked younger than she really was and she smiled sweetly at
the class.
Gohan froze. His eyes widened. His friends gave him curious looks before turning their
attention to the lady.
"Hello and welcome to the Capsule Corporation. My name is Bulma Briefs and I will be
giving you the tour."
The rest of Gohan's class quickly followed his example. Bulma Briefs, THE Bulma Briefs
was giving them their tour? Even the teachers were surprised. It didn't take too long for the shock
to where off and the class to start chattering more enthusiastically then ever.
Erasa squealed with joy. This was the real Bulma Briefs! "I can't believe it! Can you
guys?!" she asked her friends. Videl shrugged, but smiled enthusiastically. Even she was excited.
Sharpener stared and was drooling slightly. Gohan was having a nervous breakdown.
Bulma gave the class a few moments to calm down before she called for their attention and
continued. "Now class, we will be starting the tour of the facilities in the standard production area
before moving to research & design, and marketing before lunch. After lunch we will tour shipping,
management, and then go to the 'hands on' area where you will make your own capsules."
The class consented happily. This was going to be the best field trip ever! They followed
Bulma into the building and down the hall. Most everyone listened carefully as she gave the
background information on CC. Videl looked over at Gohan. He appeared to be ill. *He is hiding
something!* she thought angrily. *I WILL find you out, Gohan Son!*
Gohan hung in the back of the class. He wanted to avoid Bulma. Maybe she wouldn't
notice him. He could only hope. Fortunately, throughout the entire tour of standard production,
Bulma didn't seem to notice him.
In reality, Bulma had been watching Gohan the entire time. And she had pleasing news.
Two girls in particular had hung around Gohan the whole time. One was a blond girl that reminded
Bulma of herself, without the brains. She wouldn't be any good for Gohan. The other was a black
haired girl who seemed very stern and athletic. She had a scowl that would rival Chichi. Bulma
smiled. This girl would be perfect for poor little Gohan. She even seemed to be paying extra
attention to him.
The tour progressed to research & design. Bulma turned to the class. "Alright," she said
cheerfully. "This area contains my latest and most advanced experiments. Some don't work and
some might be dangerous." She gave a smile and a wink. The class was eating it up. She turned to
the door and typed her password in the computerized lock. Bulma's smile disappeared when the
lock rejected her password. She tried again. No luck. Bulma began to growl under her breath.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Briefs?" one of the teachers asked.
"Oh, nothing serious. It seems my son thought it would be funny to change my password on
me. It'll just take a minute to reprogram the door," she replied. Then she had an idea. "Actually, if
mine is the only password changed we can just use someone else's." She looked around to see who
the nearest person with a password that had high enough clearance was. She smiled. "Gohan. Be a
dear and enter your password for me."
Gohan swallowed and began to sweat profusely. All eyes turned to him. As quickly as
possible he made his way up to Bulma. She smiled at him sweetly. Yup, he was dead. Avoiding
the stares of his stunned classmates, Gohan entered his password into the lock and the door
whooshed open.
Bulma led the class inside. They all gave Gohan strange looks as they passed. That is, until
Videl caught up with him. "You know Bulma Briefs?!" she yelled at him.
Gohan winced. "She's a friend of the family. My dad and her were good friends."
"Why didn't you ever tell us?" the she-demon accused.
"Why would I have? It never came up."
Videl decided not to press it any further and resorted to glaring at the poor saiyan. They
entered the room and stopped in their tracks. The rest of the class was staring at the center of the
room. Bulma was glaring in a way that could make Vegeta wet himself. In the middle of the room
were two extremely frightened children. One had spiky black hair and the other had purple hair.
They both knew they were dead.
suspense! Oh, the drama! Oh, the bad acting!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything like that.
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 3
D-Day
The countryside of the 439 mountain area in rural Japan was awakening to a
beautiful morning. The sun was rose slowly over the horizon in the way that gave the name "Land
of the Rising Sun." Birds sang in the trees and the furry woodland creatures went about their
business on the ground. All was calm and peaceful . . . at least for a few seconds.
And for a few more seconds. And for several more minutes. Until finally, "OH CRAP! I'M
GONNA BE LATE!!!" This sent the furry woodland creatures into quite a panic, but Gohan Son
was in an even worse panic. He dashed around the house getting ready for school.
Chichi shook her head at her distressed son. "Honestly Gohan. I told you Goten wouldn't
be here this morning. He's at Bulma's. You shouldn't rely on him to wake you up." She held up a
plate with about a dozen pancakes on it. The food disappeared in a blur. She didn't even see Gohan
go by, but she was used to it. "Don't forget," Chichi called out, "today is your field trip." This
received a groan. "Oh come on! It won't be that bad!"
Gohan sighed and headed out the door. "I guess you're right, mom. I probably won't even
see Bulma or any one I know." With that head took off into the air.
Chichi just smiled and watched him disappear in the distance. *Don't count on it, son. Don't
count on it.*
* * * * * * *
Gohan approached the school going at his top speed short of turning Super Saiyan. He spied
his class out front with a bus. They hadn't left yet! Gohan wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He
landed in a nearby ally and quickly joined his class.
Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa were all waiting to load the bus when Gohan joined them.
"Barely made it, Nerd-boy," Sharpener chided.
"Lucky me," Gohan replied gloomily.
"What's wrong with you?" Erasa asked, fidgeting with her (extremely fashionable) handbag.
"Nothing," the demi-saiyan replied. "By the way, what are you doing?"
Everyone turned to Erasa. She smiled. "I'm just trying to get all my stuff to fit in this bag.
It's too small." The bag in question was by no means tiny. Erasa began pulling things out. "I have
this camera and extra film. Then there's the video camera, just incase. And there's my cell phone,
makeup kit, pen and paper, my tape recorder, a bottle of water, a few fashion magazines, my cd
player, my purse, my digital camera, my . . ."
Everyone sweat-dropped. "Erasa, why do you have all that stuff?" Gohan asked.
Videl sighed. "She's a huge fan of Bulma Briefs, the owner of Capsule Corp. Erasa is
hoping to see her. That's what all that junk is for."
"Wouldn't that be just incredible?!" Erasa squealed as they loaded onto the bus. "I mean
really! Mrs. Briefs is, like, the epitome of fashion!"
"Wow, 'epitome.' Big word, Erasa," Videl commented sarcastically as the teacher laid
down the rules for the trip. The blond just giggled and grinned. Videl sweat-dropped.
* * * * * * *
After filing off of the bus in front of the Capsule Corp building the class chattered excitedly,
waiting for their tour guide. Gohan glanced around nervously. He could feel Vegeta's ki in the
Gravity Room. That was good. Goten and Trunk's kis were somewhere deep in the Briefs family
part of the building. Gohan suppressed his ki as low as he could. Those two could ruin everything
for him.
Just then, a woman walked up to the awaiting class. She wore a trendy green dress that went
well with her well-kept blue hair. She looked younger than she really was and she smiled sweetly at
the class.
Gohan froze. His eyes widened. His friends gave him curious looks before turning their
attention to the lady.
"Hello and welcome to the Capsule Corporation. My name is Bulma Briefs and I will be
giving you the tour."
The rest of Gohan's class quickly followed his example. Bulma Briefs, THE Bulma Briefs
was giving them their tour? Even the teachers were surprised. It didn't take too long for the shock
to where off and the class to start chattering more enthusiastically then ever.
Erasa squealed with joy. This was the real Bulma Briefs! "I can't believe it! Can you
guys?!" she asked her friends. Videl shrugged, but smiled enthusiastically. Even she was excited.
Sharpener stared and was drooling slightly. Gohan was having a nervous breakdown.
Bulma gave the class a few moments to calm down before she called for their attention and
continued. "Now class, we will be starting the tour of the facilities in the standard production area
before moving to research & design, and marketing before lunch. After lunch we will tour shipping,
management, and then go to the 'hands on' area where you will make your own capsules."
The class consented happily. This was going to be the best field trip ever! They followed
Bulma into the building and down the hall. Most everyone listened carefully as she gave the
background information on CC. Videl looked over at Gohan. He appeared to be ill. *He is hiding
something!* she thought angrily. *I WILL find you out, Gohan Son!*
Gohan hung in the back of the class. He wanted to avoid Bulma. Maybe she wouldn't
notice him. He could only hope. Fortunately, throughout the entire tour of standard production,
Bulma didn't seem to notice him.
In reality, Bulma had been watching Gohan the entire time. And she had pleasing news.
Two girls in particular had hung around Gohan the whole time. One was a blond girl that reminded
Bulma of herself, without the brains. She wouldn't be any good for Gohan. The other was a black
haired girl who seemed very stern and athletic. She had a scowl that would rival Chichi. Bulma
smiled. This girl would be perfect for poor little Gohan. She even seemed to be paying extra
attention to him.
The tour progressed to research & design. Bulma turned to the class. "Alright," she said
cheerfully. "This area contains my latest and most advanced experiments. Some don't work and
some might be dangerous." She gave a smile and a wink. The class was eating it up. She turned to
the door and typed her password in the computerized lock. Bulma's smile disappeared when the
lock rejected her password. She tried again. No luck. Bulma began to growl under her breath.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Briefs?" one of the teachers asked.
"Oh, nothing serious. It seems my son thought it would be funny to change my password on
me. It'll just take a minute to reprogram the door," she replied. Then she had an idea. "Actually, if
mine is the only password changed we can just use someone else's." She looked around to see who
the nearest person with a password that had high enough clearance was. She smiled. "Gohan. Be a
dear and enter your password for me."
Gohan swallowed and began to sweat profusely. All eyes turned to him. As quickly as
possible he made his way up to Bulma. She smiled at him sweetly. Yup, he was dead. Avoiding
the stares of his stunned classmates, Gohan entered his password into the lock and the door
whooshed open.
Bulma led the class inside. They all gave Gohan strange looks as they passed. That is, until
Videl caught up with him. "You know Bulma Briefs?!" she yelled at him.
Gohan winced. "She's a friend of the family. My dad and her were good friends."
"Why didn't you ever tell us?" the she-demon accused.
"Why would I have? It never came up."
Videl decided not to press it any further and resorted to glaring at the poor saiyan. They
entered the room and stopped in their tracks. The rest of the class was staring at the center of the
room. Bulma was glaring in a way that could make Vegeta wet himself. In the middle of the room
were two extremely frightened children. One had spiky black hair and the other had purple hair.
They both knew they were dead.