In the Eyes of a Child
Chapter Sixteen: Evil Does Not Wear Purple
"Uh, Trunks?" Goten interrupted in a slightly hesitant fashion. "I don't think it's working."
Frustrated, the demi-saiyajin whirled around to check what was wrong with the time machine they brought to show the remaining students of Orange Star High School, and that made Gohan smile in satisfaction and relief. As long as the time machine won't work, there won't be any more trouble --- not that they weren't in enough trouble to begin with.
His jovial mood shattered soon after, however, as the older half of the Troublemaking Duo turned back around to face the students with a proud grin, and as the red light at the top of the arch of the portal-type time machine lit in warning. Groaning, he shrunk back into his seat, his Physics book held in front of him to cover himself. He used to have nothing against the handy time gadget, but in his current situation, it was a totally different story.
He, too, used to have nothing against the other son of Vegeta and Bulma who saved their world by saving the leader of the Z-Senshi, Goku, but in the current situation, it was a totally different story. After all, who else would appear from the oh-so-wonderful machine but the purple-haired warrior from the other timeline? Gohan knew that it would reduce the number of girls stalking him from one class to another, but he also knew that he would be into more trouble than he already was.
Mr. Nozomi tapped his foot impatiently. "Kids, if you don't have anything better, then you might as well step out of this class," he warned in a stern tone, his arms crossed in front of his chest authoritatively. However, he seemed to be the only one --- aside from Gohan --- who was not in favor of what the boys were doing. Even Vegeta seemed rather pleased to know that his Mirai son was on the way, and that it would be his chance to turn him against the baka sons of Kakkarot and get his help in the torture.
The time machine shook once, twice... then bolts of energy from the four corners of the skeletal frame met in the center and produced what looked like a warp hole. Knowing that they were nearly there, Trunks and Goten stepped aside casually, grinning like there was no tomorrow at the older demi-saiyajin that they were torturing. "Ladies," the purple-haired member of the duo began with a smirk, "prepare for your trip to the realm of unconsciousness."
"Why, Trunks?" his best friend asked from the other side of the classroom, certainly perplexed. "Is your Mirai self going to slice them all with his biiiiig sword until they're unconscious when he gets here?"
The purple-haired chibi slapped his forehead dramatically. "Nevermind, Go---"
He never got to finish the question, as a bright beam of light shot out from the warp hole and towards the ceiling in the middle part of the room. The students immediately scrambled out of their seats, rushing to the walls for cover, but their terrified eyes were fixed on the larger warp hole that appeared in their classroom.
"What the hell is that?!" Nozomi-sensei snapped, quivering in fear as he peeked from under his desk. Of all the people inside the classroom, he was the first to run and take cover, but he would never admit that he was scared when the fuss would be over.
"That, Mr. Nozomi," Trunks began with a smirk, "is one of the special effects of our little experiment." He flashed a look at Gohan, who had his fear-filled girlfriend clinging to him on all fours, and then at his father, who was sporting a smirk of his own, before he focused his gaze on the warp hole, anticipating the arrival of the warrior from the future. "Just wait and see."
He sure has a knack for dramatic entrances, Gohan thought with a scowl, anticipating what would happen next. And barely a second after the demi-saiyajin said that to himself, the warp hole burst like an exploding sun, brightening the classroom extensively and making everyone present shield their eyes. When the light died down, not only did they see a stranger in their midst, unconscious on the floor among the broken wooden chairs, but they also saw that the girls in their class had fainted.
All of them, including Videl.
The two alien spies stepped into the locker room of Orange Star High School and began changing into less suspicious clothing, for they knew that their robes would definitely give them away. But unable to find anything, they settled for the purple leotards and tights they found in the said room and thought that it was better than nothing.
The taller, bigger one of the two slid the door of the room open and began to head into the corridor to the classroom where he believe the saiyajins were in, when he realized that his companion was not following him. Frowning, he went back into the locker room, and found the younger member of their duo in another round of chanting, bowing and floor-kissing.
"This isn't the time to pray!" he snapped in irritation, taking the younger spy by the arm and dragging him away. But the little one did not seem to know what was going on in the outside world. He continued to chant, bow, and kiss --- but since he was no longer on the floor, he ended up smothering his companion with his kisses.
Unable to take what was going on, the older alien smacked his companion on the head --- and that jolted him awake. "About time," he breathed in exasperation, his sapphire eyes narrowing considerably at that. "I was already thinking of dumping you into the pail of water in the comfort room to wake you up."
The other looked upset. "Buh-but I was praying!" he reasoned out, but the his friend was no longer listening. Slumping his shoulders in defeat, he trudged solemnly behind the older spy, until he realized how his superior looked with the purple outfit he was wearing. "It really matches your hair, you know."
That made him whirl around to face the chibi, a murderous look on his face. "Say that again," he began in a low, threatening tone as he glared daggers at his companion, "and I'm going to claw your eyes out, even if it will kill you. Mark my words." He then smirked. "And it's not like it doesn't match your hair either."
Barely half an hour after the appearance of the mysterious purple-haired young man from what the Troublemaking Duo claimed to be a warp hole, almost the entire female populace who left Orange Star High returned in a stampede. They pushed their way past each other, past the crowd that gathered before them, just to get a glimpse of the "Hottest Guy Who Ever Set Foot in Orange Star High School" who was being glomped by hundreds of women.
Gohan was enjoying the situation, yes, but he soon realized that there was no such thing as perfect bliss. True, he was delighted Mirai Trunks had gotten his fan club off his back and on to his own, because it gave him more time for himself and more privacy, but he loathed the fact that even his own girlfriend was stalking the purple-haired wonder in a crazed, obsessed fashion.
"Lookit his lovely purple hair!" the eighteen-year-old was shrieking as she jumped up and down to get a better view of her newfound crush, and ended up hovering a meter up in the air out of her inborn talents. She then started singing, "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy!"
That was the final blow. With drastically narrowed raven eyes, he pushed his way past the crowd of crazed females to confront the warrior from the future, who was then all swirly-eyed at the hugs and kisses he received. "Trunks," the demi-saiyajin began darkly, trying to restrain his annoyance. He had more than enough things to be pissed about in one day. "I don't care if you take everyone else in this school as your girlfriends, as long as you leave mine alone. Comprende, partner?"
Mirai Trunks was too dizzy to react to the other's threat. "Gohan?" he called out as he was once again glomped by a huddle of girls, panic rising in him once again. "Aaaaah Gohan, help! I'm being --- murdered!"
But the demi-saiyajin had already left, dragging his girlfriend along with him, who continued to comment on how lovely Mirai Trunks' purple hair was, and how in love she was with him. Meanwhile, the Troublemaking Duo along with their mastermind, Vegeta, only smirked in utter satisfaction. "Step Two of Mission: Torture Gohan accomplished," the saiyajin pureblood announced proudly with an evil glint in his eyes.
The other saiyajin pureblood, Goku, was totally oblivious to what was going on. Ever since Vegeta declared himself Principal, he had been attending to the former head of the school, Mr. Fuan. But the man had requested that he be taken to the cafeteria to get a drink, and that was a very bad move for him, for the saiyajin didn't want to leave anymore as he ate his heart out. There was nothing Mr. Fuan could do to make him stop.
However, Goku stopped just as he was about to shove another bowl of rice into his mouth. He had seen two figures scurry past the far end of the cafeteria, and from all his experiences, he knew it was something to be suspicious about. The third-class saiyajin warrior wasn't very bright --- in fact, Vegeta doubted that he had a brain at all --- but he surely knew how to deal with such situations.
Excusing himself from the former Principal --- which was to Mr. Fuan's utter delight --- he crept to the other end of the cafeteria, hoping to intercept the strangers who he believed to be sticking their heads out of their hiding spot to check whatever was going on. And he was right. He only saw their purple clothing, and that made him smile.
Taking his chance, he crept towards the duo, and when he was near enough, he grabbed them both by the shoulders and spun them around. His face fell, however, as he saw who they were --- or rather, what they looked like. "Trunks?" he asked, gaping at the taller one of the two, before he transferred his gaze on the smaller member of the duo. "Trunks?"
Their cover blown, the alien spies decided to expose their true colors to the world. After all, they've spotted the first saiyajin already, and that was more than enough of an accomplishment. Posing side by side, one back against the other, they began the routine they had long been practicing, glad that they were finally going to be able to use it.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"And make it double!"
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evil of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!"
Goku looked on, actually amused. Despite the fact that the two weren't the people he expected to perform the routine --- after all, he was an avid fan of the Pokemon series, and had secretly thought of going on a quest to become the world's greatest Pokemon Master, but found out that he had no Pokemon to begin with --- he was enjoying, nonetheless.
"Team Trunks, blast off, but at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"
"That's riiiight!"
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I haven't watched Pokemon in ages, and I had to go through a Pokemon site just to find out if I got the Team Rocket routine right. Anyway... I know, I know, this is getting cliche, bringing Mirai Trunks in and all --- but I just can't help it! I just wanted to throw him into the mix! But if you're still upset by that fact, feel free to stop reading. I'm not forcing you to read on or anything.
I really don't have much to say now, except that things are almost going to get wrapped up and sent to the conclusion. And yes, Videl will snap out of her regression. If you have any ideas, feel free to make a wild guess. I might reward you by writing another fic of your choice --- that is, if you want that to be your reward.
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