Just a reminder, that this is a Gohan/VIDEL fic, not anything else.  You'll eventually see what I mean- it has to do with the blackmail part of the title.  Went back and censored the f-word.  Couldn't keep it in.

I own myself!  So I'm sorta a slave, to myself.  That's kinda creepy, ne?  But since my "psychic abilities" aren't allowing me to own DB, DBZ or that DBGT... stuff, then that's what I'm stuck with.

Beware, Gohan has a bit of a potty mouth this chapter and Bra's a little... too pretty for her own good.  O.o,

Hoshi no Chibi

Blackmail, Broadway, and Being Evil Revealed

Gohan muttered a stream of curses to himself as he walked down the hallway to his first class of the day.  The reception he received when he finally made it to his house wasn't... pleasant, to say the least.  He was whacked a few times by the "Evil Demonic Frying Pan of HFIL", which he now found quite fitting, for not coming home the previous night, then was hit some more, for not telling his mother about Pan showing up, despite the fact he was unconscious for some time.  And again for not telling Chi-Chi he had a girlfriend, even though they weren't too close at just being normal friends.  And then again for making her think that Bardock was Goku, although he had no control over that one.  And then some more.  By the time Chi-Chi finished with Gohan's punishment, he wouldn't have been surprised if he had a concussion, along with some serious brain damage.  This continued all weekend for the poor boy, with his punishment being spread out and not being able to associate with anyone.

Having an evil, Vegeta-esque glare positioned on his faced, he threw open the door to his History class, having it slam loudly into the wall and leave a door-knob imprint on the wall.

"Late again, Mr. Son?  What is it this time?  Mother again?" the teacher, Mr. Liev, sneered.

Turning towards Mr. Liev, glare still in place on his face, audibly growled, shocking the entire class, and stomped over to his seat on the back row.

"Mr. Son!  Are you going to answer me or not?!" Mr. Liev demanded, grabbing his ruler and smacking it down on his deck.  Very loudly.

Of course, Gohan's head was still pounding from the Pan Whacking, so he shouted at this teacher, "I'm not going to answer you because I have a f---ing headache!  Now I suggest you stop slamming that damn ruler on the desk before I blow it up!"

The class was stunned, to say the least.

"Oh my Kami," Erasa whispered, staring at the boy beside her.  The boy she considered was quiet, shy, and an overall people pleaser.  But I guess everyone looses it sooner or later.

On the other side of her, Videl wasn't too shocked, seeing all those weird people and odd conversations on the "Lookout", as they called it, but Gohan was also a momma's boy, she had seen it too first hand.

Sharpner was surprised, but began grinning broadly, then laughed and shouted, "You are definitely gonna make it as the part of Cid in that new play."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Pencil?" Mr. Liev asked, still very nervous due to that verbal lashing he received from the demi-Saiyan.

"Oh yeah, I head about it.  I think it was called Dream's End, or something," Erasa added, and soon the entire class was chatting about the new play, almost forgetting about Gohan's outburst.  Eventually, it hit the teen about what he had done, and began blushing deeply, hoping that Mr. Liev wouldn't send him to the principal.  The guy just plain creeped him out.

Great.  Now I gotta try out for that stupid play.  Who the hell is Cid, anyway?

"I heard that the auditions are this coming Friday."

"Really?  They only told us about them last Friday, which means we only got a week."

"No wonder the Nerd was practicing for 'em, seeing as it's Monday and all."

"Guess so.  He's gotta be good in everything."

"Not sports.  Nerd's aren't supposed to be athletic."

"I dunno... I bet he's hiding some muscles underneath that shirt.  You saw what he had on yesterday."

"Ahem.  Class, may I have your attention?" Mr. Liev said, and the class quieted swiftly.  It wasn't good to get on Mr. Liev's bad side.  Turning toward Gohan, he continued, "Seeing as you were practicing for auditions for a play, I won't have you go to the principal."

Gohan sighed in relief, but the teacher continued, "However, I don't want you doing it again.  I was worried that my best student might have been... sick, or something.  And I expect you to try and show up on time once in a while."

"Yes sensei," Gohan replied, bowing his head respectfully, still pink.

"Now that we're settled, we can begin.  Turn to page-"

Mr. Liev was cut off by someone knocking on the door.  He walked over, opened the door, and in stepped a girl with long, aqua-colored hair, wearing a short black skirt, and a pink, button up shirt that wasn't buttoned up to the top, leaving a bit of cleavage in view and was eerily similar to Vegeta's own "Bad Man" shirt, except it said "Bad Onna" instead.  Hehe.

"You must be the new student," Mr. Liev said, returning to his desk.  "Why don't you say something to the class?"

"Okay.  I'm Hoshi Bra, but I prefer to be called Hoshi, but if I like you, I won't care whether you call me Bra or not.  Also, any resemblance to Briefs Bulma is merely coincidental," Hoshi then smiled brightly at the students, showing off her perfectly white teeth.  Almost all of the men in the class reacted the same way, drooling and gawking, except for everyone's favorite constantly tortured demi-Saiyan, who began banging his head on the desk.

"You can sit next to Son Gohan.  Uh, Mr. Son, what are you doing?"

"Practicing," Gohan replied, although it was muffled out by the desk his head was resting on.  Bra basically skipped up to her seat, happy to know she still had the same effect on men, even though she was in a different timeline.

"Hi Gohan-chan, you don't look too good," Bra said brightly, thinking back to what happened Saturday afternoon.

***Flashback... Oooh!  The colors!***

"Hoshi, can you be a dear and come in here for a second?"

Currently, Bra was lying down on her temporary bed in one of the guest rooms that would eventually become her room, reading the latest edition of Twinkie Prep, the hottest magazine that all the little teeny-boppers were reading.  She put it down, and walked toward where she heard the call, which ended up being the living room.  Sitting there on the large, plush couch was her younger mother and Chi-Chi.

"Yes, mom?  What do you want?" Bra asked, sitting down on the chair to the right of the couch.  She sweatdropped, seeing many wedding magazines strewn about the room.

"Well, we've been thinking about Panny-chan," Chi-Chi said, and smiled brightly at the prospect of grandchildren, going into another day-dream about Gohan and the perfect wife, which was currently something very similar to Videl.

Seeing that Chi-Chi was out of it, again, she added, "We want you to go to Gohan's school and give us updates on his love life."

"What?  But Gohan's like a... I dunno, role model of some sort.  He's really the only guy I can look up to out of the bunch," Bra stated.

"I know, but we still need you to do it for us.  Maybe even flirt a little if it's not working.  It could cause someone to come out of the closet about their feelings for Gohan," Bulma replied.

"I'm pretty sure Gohan isn't gay, mom," Bra sweatdropped.

Bulma sighed, then said, "That's not what I meant.  Just go and spy on him, and maybe act like his girlfriend."

"And why should I do this?"

"I'll make sure Vegeta doesn't know about your... attraction to a certain Son."

"You wouldn't."

"I mightn't, but Chi-Chi might."

"This is blackmail."

"I'm a very powerful woman, Hoshi.  You know that."

Bra just glared at her younger mother.  She then sighed in resignation, making Bulma grin triumphantly.

***End Flashback... Aww, the colors are gone!***

Gohan glared at her, but said nothing.  She sighed, then praying to Kami that no one she knew was looking, and inched her chair next to Gohan's, latching an arm around him.  He promptly flew up, not literally, but did succeed in banging his knee on the table, cursing softly.

"Gohan-chan!  Are you okay?" Bra asked with fake concern, bending over to look at his non-existent injury, while accidentally flashing him and the rest of the row to her lacy bra (A/N: I'm not being sarcastic here, she really didn't mean to).

"I'm fine, Bra.  Really," Gohan said, blushing a bright red.  Somehow, Mr. Liev managed not to notice what was going on.

"If you say so," Bra chirped, and pecked him on the cheek, then continued to hang onto him like a leech for the rest of the period.

Damn you Goten!

*****

The rest of the classes, and lunch, went relatively normal, except for the fact that the new, hot chick was "Nerd Boy's girlfriend".  Gohan denied this vehemently, but Bra didn't.  In fact, it seemed to Gohan that she truly believed it herself.  It confused Gohan, wondering why she was acting that way, but blamed it on the Frying Pan.  That, along with Vegeta, Dende, and gossiping teens, were the root of every problem.  Case closed.

Videl, who was still a little confused about Friday's events, tried chasing Gohan down and making him explain everything, but couldn't, because of Bra.  She didn't want to admit it, but deep down Videl was feeling a little bit jealous.  Normally, Gohan seemed to want her attention, but now the tables had turned, and Videl didn't like it one bit.

Sharpner and Erasa, however, instantly warmed up to Bra, and she did the same, but still stayed glued to Gohan.

Anyway, Gohan and his crew were now walking down to their second to last class of the day, which happened to be Fine Arts.  Gohan cringed when he saw their teacher, Mr. Riafents, walking directly towards them.

"Ahhh, Son Gohan, I heard you had an interest in our play.  How did you hear about that?  You weren't in my class Friday," Mr. Riafents asked, making the boy sweat a little.

"Uh... I heard about it from, a... someone at... somewhere..." Gohan mumbled, not really saying much at all.

"Magnificent!" exclaimed the teacher, "You truly have captured the essence that is Cid in every way!  Cid, the protagonist and unwilling hero, is truly a normally un-articulate person, although when truly angered, he truly has a short fuse and truly curses up a storm!  I truly have heard about your performance during first period, and I'm am truly amazed!  You truly would be the perfect Cid for the Dream's End!"

"I... would?" Gohan asked, amazed, and a little peeved, at his teacher's reaction.  His head was still pounding.

"There you go again!" Mr. Riafents shouted, grabbing hold of Gohan's hands, "Shout and be the truly angry Cid!  Shout loudly and truly!"

Now really pissed, Gohan growled and stated harshly, "I would shout, but I can't even hear myself because of your damn mouth!  I've had it up to here with your 'truly' crap!"

Realizing his mistake, he blushed and turned his gaze towards the ground, muttering apologies.

Mr. Riafents grabbed Gohan in a big hug, and said, "You've truly got the part of Cid!  I'm truly blown away."

He then walked away, probably to grab his notes for the day's class.

"Wow Gohan, I didn't know you were such a theater buff," Erasa said admiringly, causing him to blush and scratch his head in the Son Style.

*****

"Hello, Ginyu Force," stated a deep voice, walking into the conference room at Jemison Industries.

"Mayor!" Captain Ginyu said, kneeling to the ground, showing his respect for the man.  The rest of the gang soon jumped from the chairs, and mimicked the action.

"Arise," he said, messing with his odd, green tie, still unused to it.  The suit and tie were much more uncomfortable than his normal, traditional robes.  But you gotta get used to the weird clothing if you're being one of the bad guys.

"Satan Hercule has arrived on the scene," Butar stated.

"And we've been making sure he isn't at house here," Recoome added.

"It's 'home'.  We've been making sure he isn't at 'home'," Guldo corrected.

"Up shut.  We're in front of the Mayor here," Ginyu whispered harshly.  None of them dared to correct his mistake of a simple two-word phrase.

"If you're done," the Mayor glared at the men, err, things, "I have something to tell you.  First of all, I don't want you hurting Mr. Satan in any way."

"Why not?!  I thought we didn't like him?" Jeice demanded, although he wasn't that intimidating.

"We only want to ruin the demi's life, not Mr. Satan.  He ends up helping the universe in the end, anyway," the Mayor then got an angry look on his face, saying, "We only want to ruin the life of Son Goku's kid.  He seems to be attached to him."

"Who is this 'Son Goku' and why do you have a grudge against him anyway?" Ginyu asked.

"He's the reason I transported you from the time of Frieza's almost destruction of Planet Vegeta.  Him, and his son, have a run in with you later on in the timeline, in which all of you are destroyed.  Except Ginyu, who is turned to a frog.  All because of this Goku and Gohan," the Mayor explained.  While the men began to get angry, he added, "And I hate him because he caused my Paikuhan not to win the Annoyoichi Budoukai [1].  That little..."

"So when can we go set this kid straight?" Recoome asked, eager at destroying some innocent civilians.

"Not now.  We have plenty of time.  All that spiked alcohol I gave Dende at the last Godly Beings Get-Together will have him out of commission for quite a while.  Let's just let Gohan's life fall apart slowly," the Mayor said, now revealed to you as the West Kaio-sama [1].

*****

[1] - Paikuhan is Pikkon for dubbers.  Same goes for the Annoyoichi Budoukai, which is Other World Tournament, and West Kaio-sama is West Kai.

Ohohohohoho!  It's revealed how and why all those people are here!  And Dende's just an innocent by-standard for once!  Now THAT is original in a Gohan Torture Fic, ne?  If you didn't catch the teacher name puns, I'll tell ya- Mr. Liev=Evil, and Mr. Riafents=Fine Arts.

About the Dream's End stuff, I ripped it from Final Fantasy 7.  Hehe, and Cid is a mix between its Cid and Reeve.  I don't own that either.  I'm just a major gamer freak.  The play prolly won't be like the game; however, it also won't be about the Cell games, or the alien stuff.  But you may recognize it from something else... ehehehe, ohohohoho, GWAHAHAHAHAHA~! *starts choking*

Ahem.  That's it.  Hope it was long enough for ya!