Major thanks to Poppy, who pointed out two mistakes I made chapter 14.  I blame it on the fact I hadn't written in so long.  I'm also going back and editing a lot of my chapters.  No really big differences in the plot, mostly grammer stuff, and changing the names to the English ones- just easier for me to write.  This won't take effect until next update, which won't be for a while because of school.

DODS!  Hehe, acronyms are so cool.  Check an earlier chapter if you don't recognize it.

Hoshi no Chibi

Guts, Black Stuff, and about Fifty Slim-Jims

"Hey Son, have you seen the West Kai?" Pikkon asked, walking up to everyone's favorite Saiyan hero, who was currently stuffing his face.

"Nu-uh," Goku replied merrily in between bites, not taking his attention from the food in front of him for even a second.  It had been ages since King Kai had let him eat all that he wanted, leaving Goku on Cloud Nine.

Pikkon sighed, seeing that he obviously wasn't getting through to him.  Since he had no choice, he fired a weak ki beam at the food, quickly incinerating it.

A look of horror flashed across Goku's face, finding his meal completely gone.  He gasped, a swirly-yet-creepy dark blue background forming behind him, and shouted, "What did you do that for?!  My food..."

"Get a grip," Pikkon muttered, "I can get you better food after we find the West Kai."

"Really?  I mean, King Kai isn't that great a cook, but he-"

"Son.  First we find the West Kai, then we can get the food.  Okay?" Pikkon sighed, seeing Goku nodding eagerly in front of him.

"So, why do you have to find the West Kai?" Goku asked as the two walked out of the Dining Area for the fighters in the Other World.  The only thing that spent as much time as Goku there was a huge man of about 3 tons, and even that guy didn't eat as much as him.

"He disappeared about two weeks ago.  Recently, he has been leaving every once in a while, but I haven't seen him since the last Godly Being Banquet, or Get-Together."

"You mean the one where Dende had to be put in rehab?" Goku asked, then turned to see a small fishy looking figure running up to him.  "Hey!  I fought you in the Annoyoichi Budoukai!  What's your name again?"

"Um... a-actually, I overheard you talking about the West Kai," he replied, ignoring Goku's question.

"You know where he is?" Pikkon asked.

"H-he... I mean, I-I saw him put the alcohol in Earth's Guardian's drink."

Goku looked a little confused.  "Why would he do that?"

Pikkon sighed, then answered for the fish guy, "He's probably still upset that I didn't win the Annoyoichi Budoukai."

"But we both got to be trained by the Grand Kai, still.  Why would he be upset?" Goku asked, still not completely understanding the situation.

"Because h-he really wanted Pikkon to win.  It doesn't matter that you both won/lost.  He probably thinks it's your fault, so he spiked Earth's Guardians punch as payback," the fish guy said, and Goku began to understand a little better.

"He's probably messing with Earth, too.  Do you have any family?"

"Well, Chi-Chi and Gohan.  And a few close friends.  But that doesn't mean that the West Kai can go around, messing with them," Goku stated, frowning darkly.

"I-I have to go," the fishy man said, waving and walking away.

"Bye Fishy Man!" Goku waved goodbye politely, then began frowning again.

"We should go talk to the Grand Kai about this," Pikkon said as he began flying towards his mansion.

Goku blinked a bit, then flew after him, shouting, "But you said that we would get some food after we found the West Kai.  I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Pikkon sweatdropped, shaking his head, but kept flying anyway.

"All right class, I truly have two announcements to make," Mr. Riafents called, trying to get the students to pay attention to him.  Of course, the only one that did so was the resident "Book Nerd".  "One of them is truly about a new student, Hoshi Bra."

A few heads turned, along with a few catcalls, but nothing much.  Most had already heard about her, and that she was only interested in the 'Geek'.

"And the other truly regards the auditions for Dream's End."

At this, many heads turned towards the teacher.  Most of the student body was looking forward to one of the first plays ever at Orange Star High School.

"I had truly said that the auditions would be held Friday to the entire school.  Well, I have truly changed that.  In regard of recent events, I have truly decided to make it mandatory for this class to be in it, meaning you will all truly have parts for the play- all which you truly have to play, or else I'll truly fail you."

Cheers were shouted throughout the class, except the occasional "Oh hell no".

"I have also truly decided who I want the two leading roles to be, since they truly fit the parts of the characters.  Son Gohan, Satan Videl, I would truly like you two to come here for a minute."

Gohan began sweating, not moving an inch, while Videl just looked pissed.

"Mr. Riafents, I don't want to be in the play," Videl stated as she began walking towards the teacher.  She glared back at Gohan, who jumped out of his daze and walked slowly up to the Fine Arts teacher.

"You are truly the perfect for the part of Chii.  All you truly have to do is be yourself, since the character is exactly like you," Mr. Riafents replied.  "I know that you hold truly amazing potential, and the ability to truly do this."

He turned to look at Gohan, who was still sweating, and added, "We've all truly seen your performances throughout the day, Mr. Son.  Cid is truly what you are destined to play."

"Um... But I don't even know what it's about, or whether I have the time-"

"Truly nonsense, Mr. Son," the teacher cut the teen Saiyan off, "You and Ms. Satan truly have nothing to worry about.  You two are truly close, correct?"

Over where Bra was, she was glaring at Videl in hopes of looking jealous.  Sharpner saw this, and was trying to act all cool by placing an arm on her shoulder.  Of course, every time he did so, she shoved it right off and made him go back stumbling, due to her strength.  Erasa was giggling, wondering what part she'd play in the play.

"Hey, Nerd Boy has nothing on me," Sharpner tried to convince her, "I'm way better than he is.  What do you see in him anyway."

"For one, he's probably a thousand times stronger than you are," Bra said, not knowing Gohan's attempts to stay anonymous in the school.  "He's not a brainless idiot, and he's far better looking than you are."

"Stronger?  He's just a geek.  He probably doesn't even know what the word 'Martial Arts' means," Sharpner argued.

"You never know," Erasa stated, "His father is the Son Goku, after all."

"Yup," Bra chirped happily, "Goku-san taught Gohan almost everything he knows."

"Really..."

"Class, I truly need your attention!" Mr. Riafents called out, again, "I have truly picked parts due to how I see you in class, or how you've truly been acting today." Gohan blushed a little.  "And I will truly have the parts posted in the hall outside the classroom tomorrow.  I'm truly sorry, but if you haven't been here more than a day, you probably won't get an important part," the teacher glanced at Bra, who pretended to glare at Videl, although she was 'truly' thankful that she wouldn't have to worry about it.

The bell then rang, and all the students rushed out the door.  Gohan ended up walking extra slowly to his next class, because he had a sneaky suspicion that somehow something would go wrong in his next class, and that Bra was walking by Sharpner and Erasa, who were pretty close to his next class.

"Hey Gohan," called Videl, running to catch up with him.

"Hi Videl," Gohan said.  The two walked down the hallway in silence, not really knowing what to say.  "Um, about Friday..."

"You still have to explain what happened.  How about at that ice cream parlor?  Satan Shoppe of Sweets 'n Stuff?" Videl suggested.

"Okay," Gohan quickly agreed, yet sweatdropped slightly at the stupid name.  He'd do pretty much anything as long as food was involved.  "I'll meet you at the front of the school?"

"That's fine.  As long as your blue-haired 'girlfriend' doesn't come," Videl muttered, not intending for him to hear the last part.

Gohan sweatdropped, blushing.  "Ah... my mom and Bulma probably made her come here, to spy on me or something.  You know how my mom is..."

Videl waved her hand, signaling that she understood, and the two made their way to their last class of the day- Economics.

"...THE GREAT SAIYAKIDS HAVE PRESERVED JUSTICE AGAIN!"

Pan and Chibi Goten exchanged smiles behind their helmets, both posing for the numerous cameras, who have found the two to be very photogenic.  Mirai Trunks was baby-sitting them and Chibi Trunks again today, since Chi-Chi and Bulma went to some day spa that they dragged Vegeta to.  Chi-Chi was a little reluctant about letting Mira watch over her babies again, but eventually gave in.

The group decided to hang around Satan City again, and while Chibi Trunks was teaching his future counterpart on how to play a good prank (and having a fairy hard time doing so), Pan and Goten flew off and decided to play superhero.

"We don't know how to thank you two," the captain of the police said, bending down to their height, "If there's anything you two would want...?"

"I'm hungry," Goten complained.

"Me too, but Sensei hasn't given us any money for food," Pan added, catching onto what Goten was pulling.  They had eaten lunch, but Mirai didn't give them any money for a snack.

"How about some ice cream?  It'll be on me," the captain suggested, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

The chibi Sons exchanged smirks, then nodded sweetly to the policeman.

"Gohan-chan!" Bra shouted loudly, glomping the poor boy.  "I was looking all over for you.  Where were you?"

"Nowhere Hoshi," Gohan sighed, trying to pull his arm free.  Videl rolled her eyes at the exchange, and walked through the door.  "C-can you let go?"

"Of course Gohan-chan!  Anything for you," Bra giggled, but still held his hand in hers.  "Let's go."

Gohan scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and walked through the door with Bra still latched onto his hand.  The handholding quickly ceased, by Gohan who jerked his hand from hers, causing her to stumble a bit, when he got a good look at their substitue teacher.

"Mr. Shuu?"

"Well, well.  It seems as though the two love-birds have decided to join us," the man said haughtily as Gohan walked up to his seat.  "You must be Hoshi Bra."

"Yessir," Bra mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Which makes the other Son Go-" Mr. Shuu stopped himself, eyes widening in surprise.  He dropped his papers on the desk and jumped out one of the window, screaming.  Their class also happened to be on the third floor.

"Huh?" Bra stood at the front of the classroom, confused.

"'Frying pans and demon mothers from hell'?" Sharpner quoted.  "What's he talking about, nerd?"

"H-how should I know?" Gohan began sweating.

Soon, the class was gossiping up a storm.

"I heard he was really strict.  Thank Kami we don't have to put up with him."

"I wonder where Ms. Kiicha is?"

"She flipped and joined the Surreal Savior Cult."

"What's a 'Cereal Saver'?"

"That's what those people call the Delivery Boy."

"Ooh..."

Some of the more helpful students (*coughgohancough*) walked over to the broken window, and began cleaning up some of the shattered glass. 

"He obviously freaked out after finding out you were in this class," Erasa commented.

"Your mom did have that pan," Videl muttered as Gohan sat back down in his seat.  "She whacked a bunch of people with it Friday."

"I did have Mr. Shuu as a tutor when I was smaller, but I'm pretty sure my mom never hit him with the pan," Gohan said, reflecting back.  "She did throw him out a window once..."

Sharpner laughed, slapping Gohan on the back, "That probably did it!"

When the others turned their attention towards Bra, who was walking up to them, Sharpner turned his back to them, cradling his injured hand.

"What a wacko," Bra muttered, sitting down in the chair next to Gohan's.  Then, remembering the role she was supposed to be playing, looped her arms around one of Gohan's.

"E-excuse me class."

All heads turned towards the front of the door, where Principal Natsutin was standing, visibly shaking.

"W-where is M-Mr. Shuu?"

"Check it out.  Principal Not-so-thin decided to show for round two," Sharpner commented, and the students around him snickered.  Everyone remembered what happened in P.E. class Friday.

Mr. Natsutin tried teaching the class soccer, but only ended as a game of dodgeball, with him getting pelted repeatedly by the balls.  Then, when he tried blowing the whistle, he accidentally swallowed it and got it stuck in his throat.  Gohan, being the good student he is, tapped him on the back, trying to get it out, and did so, but Mr. Natsutin flew a good 10-15 feet.  He was in the process of getting up when Bardock showed.  He quickly gave the Saiyan the whistle, told him some brief instructions, and then ran as fast as he could from the gym as possible.  Mr. Bardock ended up being a rather harsh teacher, although he was more patient than some.  Just today, all they did was an hour worth of stretches.  Nobody, except maybe Gohan and Videl, left that room un-winded.

"He... jumped out the window," Gohan replied for the class.  He was going to continue with his explanation, but stopped when Bra jammed her nails into his arm.  Hard.

"Don't ruin it for the rest of us," Bra whispered harshly, being rude to Gohan for the first time that day.  He looked confused, wondering what was with the sudden attitude change.  Before he could ask, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, smiling brightly, and leaving the demi-Saiyan a nice shade of red.

"Wh-why would he do something like that?" the principal asked, as he was shot by a spitball.  He wiped it off his cheek, relatively grossed out, and then muttered to himself, "Damn teenagers.  The ruin life for the rest of us hard-working folk."

Nobody, besides those of Saiyan blood, heard the last comment.  Bra was a little peeved, and her Saiyan blood decided that it was time to kick in.  She stood up proudly and shouted defiantly at the man.  "There are some teens that do things that even 'hard-working folk' can't- like saving the world!  You shouldn't take it out on us just because you can't get laid!"

Mr. Natsutin frowned at her as most of the students laughed, but stopped when he saw Bra with a very sadistic looking glare.

"You sure got one hell of a girlfriend, Nerd Boy," Sharpner said to Gohan, who turned pink and fixated his gaze on his feet.

"And I'm sure you've saved the world countless time, correct?" Mr. Natsutin said defiantly, actually sticking up for himself for the first time ever at OSH.  The high school's newspaper reporter conveniently happened to be in the class, and was busily writing about this once-in-a-lifetime happening.

"I haven't, but I know of a child that single handedly defeated some of the strongest foes this world has ever seen," Bra stated as Gohan began to sweat nervously.

I hope she doesn't bring Cell up.  Please don't bring Cell up!

"We all know Mr. Satan defeated Cell.  He hardly qualifies as a child."

Bra rolled her eyes and continued.  "I meant So- Kakkarot.  He got rid of Emperor Pilaf, err, sorta, make Piccolo Daimou (sp?) one of the good guys, and completely destroyed the Red Ribbon Army by himself."

"Nu-uh, Jonu Cid, a teenager, defeated the Red Ribbon Army!  The play we're performing said so!" a theater chick said, flipping her hair.  "I know, because one of the guys that helped write it knew him!"

"That's what I meant," Bra sighed.  That's about as close to making Goku famous as it would get.

Mr. Natsutin looked a little... queasy, and quickly ran out the door, the class cheering in his wake.

"Way to go Hoshi!"

"Three cheers for the new girl!"

"Isn't the guy that helped write it the announcer for the Tenkaichi Budoukai?"

"I'm so talented, ne?" Bra grinned brightly up at Gohan, resting her head on his arm.  He quickly went red.

"Daddy?  Are you okay?" Marron tugged at Krillin's pants, who was just staring dramatically at... nothing.

He looked down at her, smiling, "I'm okay.  It's just, there's been so many weird new ki's lately.  But I'm sure one of the guys would come get me if something was wrong."

"I wouldn't be too sure.  Those Saiyans are far too prideful to come ask you if you sense something," Juu stated, looking out into the ocean besides Krillin.  "What do you sense, anyway?"

"More than one Trunks and Goten, a very small Vegeta-like ki, and two ki's that sorta feel like a Goku or Gohan clone.  And the Ginyu Force.  But that's ridiculous, considering all of them are dead, except for Ginyu who is a frog," Krillin muttered, causing #18 to raise an eyebrow.

"They'd probably say something if one of your old enemies come back, Saiyan or not.  Maybe you should go ask the kid who beat Cell.  You two are pretty close, right?"

Krillin grinned, replying, "That's a good idea.  You wanna come with me to ask Gohan?"

"I need to watch over Marron.  I'm not leaving her with that man," Juuhachi-gou replied, gesturing towards Master Roshi, who had his nose pressed onto the tv, watching some aerobics thing.

"I'll be back soon!" Krillin shouted, taking to the sky.

That's it.  I'll probably won't be updating more than once a week now, because I'm back in school *shudders*  I didn't know what Pikkon called Goku, but he reminds me of Piccolo, and that what he calls Goku, so yeah.  I also forgot what the fish-guy's name was too -.-;;.  Title came from watching The Simpsons too much, the one where Lisa has a crush on Nelson, and when she asks him what he has inside of him, that's what he says back.  Hehe.

Ja ne minna-san!  Peace, love, and reviews!