A/N: Okay, so a lot of you seemed confused because of the last chapter. Vegeta had a dream that everyone was the opposite gender of who they usually are. I PROMISE you that chapter had a purpose in the story, because Vegeta and Vegera WILL meet again, and this time, there will be some Gohan torturing. I just wanted to give you an explanation of who Vegera is before she appears in the story and actually has a part. Anyways, on to the story!

THE Gohan/Videl Fic!

Chapter Five: Leaving Capsule Corporations, or Dende's Plan B: Teachers on Strike

Gohan and Co. made their way back to Bulma, where she was just finishing a lecture over the physics of science. Everyone looked bored, even Mr. Fujisawa, and Vegeta was nowhere in sight. Gohan, Videl, Sharpener, M. Trunks, and C. Trunks took their places respectively along with the rest of the class. Bulma nodded her head in acknowledgement, and resumed her speech.

"Does mom have to be so boring around people who don't know?" C. Trunks whispered.

"What do you mean by people who don't know?" Videl inquired suspiciously.

"Eh..nothing Videl! He means people who don't know that....Vegeta...is not Trunks's father!" Gohan sweat-dropped, trying to make an excuse, but forgot that Vegeta not being Trunks's father had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Bulma was 'boring'.

"What are you talking about, Gohan? Dad is my dad!! I am the Prince of the S-"

"You're the Prince of What?" Videl said, raising her eyebrow.

"He's the Prince of S-Smishmedad! Yeah! Smishmedad! His own little world in his own little head!" Gohan exclaimed, giving a death glare that headed in the chibi's direction, shuting him up immediately.

"Nice save," M. Trunks said, whispering so low that only Saiyan ears could hear.

"You try to come up with something," Gohan replied.

"And that, class, is why science is the most important thing to know!" Bulma chirped, signaling that her droned lecture was now over.

Just then, Gohan, M. Trunks, and C. Trunks' stomachs growled. Loudly. Gohan and M. Trunks blushed, while C. Trunks took his cue.

"I'm hungry, hear me roar!" C. Trunks yelled. "Mom, can we eat now?"

"Saiyans and their stupid appetite..." Bulma muttered. "Well now class, I guess it is time for lunch, let me go get my food capsules since Gohan is here. Along with three more special people who need lots and lots of food...you're free to go anywhere in here, except for the Gravity Room, the bedrooms, and the science lab. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

"Why would she need all that food? There's only 15 people here," Videl said, obviously never seeing a Saiyan's appetite.

"You'll see later," M. Trunks replied.

"Whatever," Videl muttered underneath her breath.

Erasa saw her 'beef-cake' and ran over to M. Trunks. Trunks, seeing this, ran away just in the nick of time. C. Trunks, wanting to know about his future, sped after himself. "Rats," Erasa said, "and I thought I had him this time too."

"So where do you want to go?" Videl asked.

"Anywhere, as long as I'm away from the scary guy," Sharpener said.

"So you do speak!" Videl retorted.

"Shut up. At least I'm still alive," he replied.

"Really? I thought you said you could 'take him on easy'!" Videl laughed.

"I told you so," Gohan said as a matter-of-factly. "Next time you'll know to listen to me."

"Pssh. Whatever."

"I feel like taking someone on for a good spar," Videl hinted.

"What about sparring me?" Sharpener asked.

"I don't think so Pencil Boy," Videl replied, "What about you Gohan?"

Gohan and the rest of the group were very surprised that Videl had even offered to fight him. "Me? I don't think so, Videl..."

"Why not? This way, I can see what other things you're hiding from me."

"Yeah, Nerd Boy, why don't you show us what you're made of? Or is the Bookworm too chicken to fight?" Sharpener insulted.

Seeing as how he wasn't exactly going to win this fight, he said, "Sure why not. Let's go to the backyard."

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Videl sunk down in her fighting stance, while Gohan thought of how to make the outcome of this fight normal. Should I lose on purpose, or should I let her down easy? If I win, she'll definitely suspect something, she's the daughter of Satan Hercule!

Meanwhile, Videl thought, I wonder if he's a good fighter...hopefully he'll put up a good fight, there's a lot of people starting to crowd around us...

"When I count to three, start the fight," Sharpener said. "Ready? One...Two...Three!"

Videl sped up to Gohan as fast as she could, while Gohan lowered his ki to match hers. Videl's fist connected with the Demi-Saiyan's gut, and he was sent flying to the ground. She's stronger than I thought, Gohan said mentally. Maybe I should give her a challenge.

"That was a good punch, Videl, but now it's my turn," Gohan smirked. He lowered his ki even further, being careful not to hurt her. He sent a series of punches that were very slow compared to what he was used to, but were barely blocked by Videl. He managed to land a kick, that made Videl lose her balance.

What the hell? How did he get so strong?Videl thought. I must be losing my strength. She jumped back up, to see a sneering Gohan. His Saiyan side was really kicking in, and his mind was telling him to end this fight. I can't do that! People will think there's something wrong here! he debated. I just can't win this fight! What am I going to do?

I wonder what he's thinking about? Videl ran to Gohan again, this time sending all her strength. She didn't get it - Gohan was blocking all her attempts to hit him, but it looked like he wasn't even trying. He looks like he's bored!

Gohan was brainstorming ways to make himself look normal. Should I 'accidentally' trip and give her an advantage? Kami, help me!

Gohan was happy that Dende was on his side today, because just as he thought that, Bulma came running out. "Sorry it took me so long, guys! Lunch time!"

Thank you, thank you, thank you! "Well, I'm sorry Videl, but my stomach's been starving for the past hour, so if you don't mind, I'd like to eat."

Videl frowned. She never liked to leave a match unfinished. She noticed then that she was a little bit hungry too, and her stomach slightly growling gave it away. "Okay, sure, but we have to finish this sometime," she replied, dropping out of her stance. "Let's go."

Gohan thanked the Namek again, and headed towards the circle where Erasa and Sharpener were located. "That was a good match, Gohan," Erasa complimented. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I've been doing martial arts my whole life. I've gotten a little bit rusty for the last seven years, but it's enough to get me by."

He's rusty? I don't happen to think so - if Bulma hadn't come out and called for lunch, I would have been beaten! Videl thought.

Gohan's stomach rumbled, signaling that it was ready to be fed. "Can we eat now?"

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Videl, Erasa, and Sharpener sat, gasping at Gohan, M. Trunks, and C. Trunks. Never had they seen anyone eat so much! They were probably on their sixtieth helping in two minutes. Vegeta was close by, eating at the same proportions. Where did these people come from?

"Hey Gohan, aren't you full yet?" Videl asked.

"Naw, I'm just getting started!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it looks like I need a couple more tables," Bulma inquired while walking past the group. "And a nice trip to the grocery store too."

Videl, Erasa, and Sharpener nodded, while the three Demi-Saiyans finished their meal. Fifteen minutes later, two purple-haired boys and a black-haired teenager were laying down on the grass, rubbing their tummies. "That was great, Bulma! Maybe Dad, Goten, and I should come over sometime," Gohan said.

"Oh no you don't. I still need to make that trip to the grocery, and I have Vegeta, C. Trunks, and not to mention M. Trunks to feed now! If you and your dad and your brother come over, you'll have to bring your mother too! Plus, I ordered all this stuff from a nearby restaurant, because you know how well my cooking skills are," Bulma said sheepishly.

Gohan was about to reply, but was interrupted by his teacher. "Now class, it's about time we go home. Everyone load the buses and thank Mrs. Briefs for letting us tour Capsule Corporations!" Mr. Fujisawa said enthusiastically.

"Thanks Mrs. Briefs," Videl commented. "It was really nice being here."

"Always my pleasure, Ms. Videl, and please call me Bulma. Maybe you should come over with Gohan sometime," Bulma replied. "It's always nice having normal company."

"Aww, come on, Bulma, I'm not that bad, am I?" Gohan whined, giving her the Son-Puppy-Dog-Look™.

"Don't give me that look, Gohan. Now get going! Chi-Chi's gonna get mad if you don't come home on time!"

Gohan's class made their way to the buses, while Bulma, C. Trunks, and M. Trunks waved good-bye. Vegeta muttered something about 'incompetent humans' and walked inside the house. At least nothing wrong happened this time, Gohan thought.

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Meanwhile, on Dende's Lookout

Don't think you have it so good, Dende thought, drinking a magarita. That was the least I could do for all I'm going to do next. There's more where this came from...

Dende sat on his lawn chair, with a pair of sunglasses on his eyes. He was enjoying torturing Gohan, and this was only the beginning. I better start packing really soon, unless I want to face Gohan when he's really mad. Everyone knows what happens when he's mad...look at Cell, he thought, involuntaringly shivering. Don't exactly want that to happen to me...

The black genie approached Dende, thinking that the Namek probably lost his sanity, torturing Gohan. Dende should fear his life. "Don't you think you're going a little over the edge?"

"Not at all, Mr. Popo, in fact, I've got another plan up my sleeve. It's time to carry out Plan B: Teachers On Strike."

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One Week Later...

Gohan had woken up to the same ritual - Goten pounced on his back like there was no tomorrow, and his mother greeting him downstairs while he ate his breakfast.

"Oh - and honey, Bulma said to stop by her place and pick up M. Trunks, he's going to school with you now! Isn't that great? You'll have more friends!"

"Mirai is going to school now?" Goku asked.

"How come Trunks has a future self and I don't?" Goten whined.

"I don't know, why don't you go ask him?" Goku answered.

"Well, I'm off now, don't want to be late for school." Gohan changed into his Saiyaman costume and flew as fast as he could towards Bulma's house, which took him about ten minutes. M. Trunks was already waiting for Gohan on the front lawn. "Why do you wear that ridiculous outfit?" Mirai inquired.

"I don't exactly want people to know that I can fly," Gohan said cooly. "Now let's go."

Mirai and Gohan walked to school, and Gohan was catching Mirai up on what was happening. Gohan was about to say something, when something caught his eye. They were in front of the school now, and there was a mob of teachers circling the roof, carrying signs that said 'Teachers On Strike!' and 'Higher Pay, We'll Teach Today!'. "What's going on here?" Gohan asked.

"The teachers are on strike. Something about raising their pay," a boy answered. "Here's your schedule for today." He handed Mirai and Gohan a slip of paper.

Since the teachers are on strike, we will have substitutes for every class. We have listed all the classes here and their substitutes. I apologize for any inconvience.

Principal Terada

Home Economics: Son Chi-Chi

Science: Briefs Bulma

Math: Krillin

History: Satan Hercule (A/N: Guess what he's gonna do for the entire period?)

Lunch

Physical Education: Son Goku, Briefs Vegeta, Yamcha

Sex Education: Master Roshi (A/N: hahaha! watch out!)

English: Eighteen

Gohan gawked at the piece of paper before him. I swear, Dende, if anything goes wrong I will kill you!

"Well, Gohan, it seems like today's your lucky day!" Mirai exclaimed sarcastically. "We better get to class, the bell's supposed to ring in ten minutes."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Gohan mumbled, as he walked like a zombie inside the school.

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A/N: Hahaha! Master Roshi! I'll try to update soon! Puh-lease review!