A/N:  DISCLAIMER: Um… Kay-chan forgot to disclaim the last one… so I don't own DBZ, and didn't last time either, and at this rate, I probably won't own it by the next chapter… looks at her savings … unless someone's willing to give it to me for $3.14 and a piece of gum.

      Apparently a lot of you are Elvis fans, and knew You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog…and for some reason, I thought that was two words ^.^;  I guess my brain calculator turned off… Oh well.  This weeks really is just missing 3 letters...

Chapter 8:  R-E-S-P…

      Mr. Kato sat in his chair, catching up on his morning reading.  Being Principal of the school Videl Satan attended had its advantages.  The students stayed in line, for the most part, trying to get or stay on Videl's good side, after all, one never knew what she would tell her father, the Great Hercule Satan!  And in his mind, there definitely was an exclamation point at the end of that thought.

      His routine was fairly simple, show up, sit in his office, attend to some paperwork, mostly little things, like approving the latest menu for the cafeteria (he usually cringed while reading that one, but figured if he had to suffer while he was in High School, why should these kids get off easily?).  The rest of his day was spent mostly surfing the internet, seeing what interesting things were happening in everybody else's days.  He was roughly jerked from his relaxing day when the intercom on his desk buzzed.

      "Mr. Kato?"  His secretary asked.  For some reason, she sounded a little stunned, oh well, better find out what it was she wanted.

      "Yes, Ms. Garth?" He almost yelled.  The intercom system was at least as old as his father was, and had a tendency to not convey normal speaking tones.

      "Sir, there are…" at this point, the secretaries voice paused for a moment, as if she was trying to figure out how to tell him something, "a number of students who claim Mr. Shinara and Mrs. White told them to come see you."

      Mr. Kato was surprised into silence for a moment.  It wasn't unusual for Mrs. White to send someone to his office (he shivered involuntarily at her name, they had only spoken a few times, but she still scared him, he didn't even dare try to fire her!), but Mr. Shinara was one of those teachers who usually liked to work things out himself.

      "Send them in Ms. Garth."  He ordered.

      "All of them?"  She replied.

      "Yes."  Mr. Kato answered, wondering why she would ask that.  Moments later his question was answered.

      Into the Principal's office came the class, one by one.  Now, Mr. Kato's office was not small, in fact it was rather large, but not really designed to hold an entire class and their teacher and the school nurse.  His jaw dropped lower and lower as more and more students came through the door.  When Mr. Shinara and Mrs. White came through, it was definitely standing-room only.

      "Why…" His voice cracked a little at the end of the word, so clearing his throat, he tried again.  "Why don't you close the door Mr. Shinara?"

      Luckily the door was the type that swung out of the office as opposed to in, if it had been the other way around, there would've been little chance it could've been managed.

      As the door shut with a quite click, the class turned it's attention to Mr. Kato, who in turn was looking at Mr. Shinara for an explanation, not daring to so much as glance at Mrs. White who seemed to be in the mood to answer questions.

      "Mr. Shinara, what brings you," glancing around he quickly added "and your class, to my office?"

      Mr. Shinara gave a nervous cough and began to stutter through the events as he knew them. "Well… we were having Phys Ed. Class, and we were just beginning the Martial Arts section, you remember you gave me permission to do that, right?  Anyways, I paired up the students with that new Ki-scouter you bought for us, and the first pair to fight was going to be Son Gohan and Videl Satan.  So they got in the ring, and Gohan had this thing hanging from the back of his pants.  I swear that thing looked like a fuzzy rope, and well anyways, Videl here grabbed it, and Gohan just kinda fell down.  So I came to find Mrs. White, and when I came back…" At this point, Mr. Shinara's voice dropped off, and he stared at the floor.

      "Oh just spit it out!"  Mrs. White interrupted, tired of waiting for Mr. Shinara to get to the end of the story.  She had better thing to do today.  She'd only terrorized four students today, and her goal was to get at least 10 a day.  "The boy was gone when we came back, and these bakas had a fish tale the size of a whale to tell us."

      "Is that so."  Mr. Kato noted.  Turning to the students, who had surrounded his desk, but were looking like they were trying to get as far away from both him and Mrs. White as possible, and not succeeding at it.  "Well, what happened while Mr. Shinara was getting Mrs. White?"

      There was an uncomfortable silence, which went on for a while, until Mrs. White decided abruptly that she had enough of that too.

      "They all claim that a flying green man came down, fought Videl, won, and flew off with Son Gohan."

      Mr. Kato blinked.  And then blinked again.  This was definitely odd, even for a group of teenagers.

      "Is what she says true?"

      The class paused for a moment before nodding at the Principal.

      Mr. Kato, who had been standing, sat down.  Quickly.  He may have landed on the floor, had he not been conveniently standing right in front of the chair.  They never covered anything like this in University!

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      As the class was waiting to hear what their Principal would have to say about a flying kidnapping green man.  The flying kidnapping green man was wandering the halls of Capsule Corp, looking for Bulma.  Her ki kept moving, and every time he seemed to be getting closer to her, she moved.  Growling to himself, he tried to banish thoughts of just blasting down the walls to find her.

      As Piccolo continued his search, Gohan stirred slightly on the couch, and the pair who were training in the Gravity Room stopped suddenly as one of the ki's dropped substantially.  The other ki level also dropped, but in a more controlled manner.  The ki's separated and went in their own directions.

      Coming around the corner, a male stopped just short of the couch, and stared down at Gohan, who was in an uncomfortable position, looking like he'd been thrown down there, limbs splayed over various parts of the couch.  Gohan gave a slight moan, and seemed to wince.  The figure just watched for a moment, then …

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A/N:  Is it Trunks?  Vegeta?  Mr. Brief's?  Someone else?  Tune in next time!

      A quick note of thanks to Angel wings, who nicely let me know my last chappy was sort-of like hers… Thanks for not being mad!!  And I think you should go read her story called "Don't You Hate It When Your Tail Grows Back?".

      And in case anyone is curious, I usually write chapters to music, today's is Mozart's K488: Adagio, one of the most beautiful ones he wrote (mainly piano, with a bit of orchestra in the background).

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