Author's Note: Long time since I updated, ne? Well I be back now and ready to write!~
Disclaimer's Note: Don't own DBZ. Just that simple.
Chapter Four
Gohan hurried up to the school Monday morning. He felt extremely tired as he walked into the classroom. He had been haunted by bad dreams all night, that left him feeling weak and uneasy. Even Pan had commented on it when he had grabbed a cup of coffee heading out the door.
He shook his head slightly as he sat down at his desk. A few papers fluttered to the ground, and he reached down to pick them up. One he didn't recognize, though he knew the handwriting.
Gohan,
I'll be coming home Monday night, please come home early. Pan will be going to your father's house, so it will be just the two of us.
-Love,
Videl
Gohan frowned. Videl must have slipped this into his briefcase and he had missed it. She almost always left him a note when she went out of town. He remembered that he hadn't found her last own, and wondered why it had taken him so long to find it. He shrugged it off as he grinned with the prospect of the night.
A bell suddenly screamed out, shattering his thoughts, as kids flooded into the classroom.
His eyes searched for Trunks and Goten. He found the two demi-Saiyans easily among the crowd. They were more quiet then usual as they walked in.
Gohan had heard what had happened to them this weekend. After they rushed home from their party, they had blurted out the story of what had happened. Then they had been grounded immediately.
They both looked a bit tired also, Gohan noted.
A second bell rang bidding the children to sit, and Gohan no longer had any time to think about the threat of the Saiyan Princess.
*~~~~~~~~~*
"If I was a secret scroll that had been transported hundreds of years into the future to help a Princess mate with the remaining people of her race, where would I be?" Bulma muttered to herself as she shuffled along the 274 Capsule Corp building she and her husband had inspected.
"I don't know..." Vegeta growled. "In the Prince of the race's hands? Or would that be too simple?"
Bulma turned around to glare at him. He glared back. She continued to glare.
Suddenly Bulma turned back around and gave a great big grin, and began to laugh evilly.
Vegeta stared at her.
"I don't understand you in the slightest..."
"What if it was in the Princess of that race's hands?" Bulma exclaimed. "What if Ali has the scroll?"
And Vegeta stared at the female genius. And Bulma stared back at the Prince of the Saiyans.
"We need something to get Ali over here then." Vegeta said choppily.
Bulma looked down at her watch.
"It's four o' clock. Trunks should be home by now."
Vegeta and Bulma grinned evilly.
"Trunks!"
*~~~~~~~*
Ali sat in her tree, tossing a scroll up and down. She of course couldn't open it, but she knew what was in it of course... The letter she had written before she had been sent into the future. It told a little about herself, the effects of mating with another Saiyan, and then the powers she had been given to help her mate with another Saiyan.
She sure as hell wasn't going to let that wannabe-Saiyan-Prince get his hands on this.
She had better things to do anyway. Like seducing the oldest half breed, Gohan tonight. Ali had left that note in Gohan's briefcase after removing Videl's real one. Videl wasn't going to be back until Tuesday night. All though, Pan was really going to be at her grandfather's tonight.
Ali smirked, but suddenly felt her thoughts of Gohan go scattering to the four winds as her triple S senses went on. Or that is to say, Sexy Saiyan Sighting.
*~~~~~~~*
Trunks stared down at himself in horror. He couldn't believe what he was wearing. It was... dreadful.
Actually it was enough to make any other being in the universe being to drool and turn into a sex-crazed being. However, Trunks was definitely not seeing it that way. He was just plain old embarrassed.
(I'll leave it to the reader's imagination on what Trunks is wearing. ^.~)
He looked up his parents, who had jammed him into this outfit, when a thought suddenly skittered across his mind.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
Vegeta immediately turned a bright shade of red and looked away.
Trunks moaned in horror.
"Just remember, when Ali shows up, command her to give you the scroll, okay?" Bulma reminded her son.
"Oh yeah..." Trunks gritted his teeth. "Is that before or after I get out of this costume?"
"Hopefully before." Bulma snapped.
"This is never going to work..." Trunks howled.
"Take it like a man, and shut up and do it." Vegeta replied, as he and Bulma left the room.
Trunks collapsed on his bed, disbelieving his parents. They were unbelievable. How the hell had they gotten together without killing each other anyway?
However, he suddenly found a pair of his lips pressed to his own.
Ali was sitting on his stomach looking quite happy.
"You look pretty little Prince." she said, stroking his purple locks.
Trunks felt his mind go numb for a moment.
'No!' Half of his brain screamed. 'You're supposed to ask for something... What am I supposed to ask for? Come on Trunks think...'
Ali was getting quite cozy as Trunks' brain struggled to remember.
'COME ON BAKA! THINK!'
"Ali..." Trunks gurgled, his mind suddenly kicking in.
"Mmm?"
"I command you to give me...to give me..." Trunks struggled to keep talking. "No, don't do that! Ahh!"'
Ali giggled in appreciation of the Saiyan that was squirming underneath her touch.
"Icommandyoutogivemethescroll." Trunks blurted out, panting slightly.
Ali froze, and pulled back from Trunks immediately.
"What?" she asked, praying she hadn't heard what she knew she had heard.
"I command you to give me the scroll." Trunks repeated, sitting up. He could already feel his mind beginning to return to normal.
Ali held out her hand and a sheet of parchment appeared in her instantly. Trunks grabbed it and watched the girl carefully. Sadness had overtaken her eyes as she stood.
Ali gave him a weak smile.
"Good-bye Trunks..." she whispered and disappeared.
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