Gohan mouth nearly dropped to the floor as his fathers best friend and archenemy continued in their make-out session, obliviously to the 40 odd students who had just entered the room. Bulma was the first to snap to attention, for she was always concerned with her appearance. Vegeta just growled as the students stared, mouths wide open. He was here *only* because his gravity room was broken, and she had threatened to banish him to the couch for a week, and now these weaklings had to but in to *his* time!?! He wanted to blow them to hell, but then again, he probably would get no GR ever, and then the couch for a year. He shuddered at the thought.

"O…" Bulma said weakly. This was not a very good first-impression, even if she was the smartest woman in the world. "H-HI Gohan! You're in my…err, our first group. Well that's nice, why don't you all sit down… " Trying to hide her blushing face, Bulma quickly involved herself with what ever she had on her desk.  But her doings were to be interrupted when her 7-year old son took it upon himself to initiate the meeting.

As he jumped up, Bulma noticed a familiar, evil gleam in his eyes. She knew his thoughts exactly, too. *I wish Goten were here, then we could do something really fun*. Even though Trunks was busy thinking of all the devious things he and Goten could do, he continued scream out "Gohan!!!" and tackle him. Rolling on the floor, to the students it seemed as if the purple haired kid was going to kill their weak 'nerd boy.' But Gohan was able to lift the squirming Trunks off of him and place him next to Vegeta, who was sitting in a corner, trying to meditate.

"Hey buddy." Gohan sighed out, also recognizing the glint in the younger demi-saiyain eye. "I need you to calm down." The hyperactive child nodded his head vigorously. "Then, after school, maybe I'll get Goten (he lowered his voice so that the other students couldn't hear him) and we'll train some. Or, you can keep talking, and then I will be forced to hurt you, very badly." The seriousness of his tone caused Trunks to gulp. "I have had many things on my torture-to-do list, so you better settle down."

"Oh-kay Gohan" His head now bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm. In the background Vegeta snorted, hearing the conversation with his over-sensitive hearing.

"If the brat does shut up, don't even think that you're going to get to use the Gravity Room." He said, not even bothering to lower his voice.

"Aaw, Dad!!!! Comon!!!! The last time you let me train with you in the GR was over a month ago - and that time you said you would take me to the park, cause I turned Super and hit you, and you never took me there – so you owe me!!! Plus, you and Goten and Gohan and me can all train together!" Then doing a perfect impression of his father, Trunks continued, "You are always saying 'Brat! You are not strong enough to train with me! Only Kakorrot would be good enough! But he went off and killed himself! Not even Kakkorot's first brat is anymore. He's gotten all soft in these years of peace. *He* would be good to train with, if he ever does train. Humph, he was stronger when he fought with Ce-'" Gohan was able to clamp his hand over Trunks mouth before he uttered those fatal words.

He know looked over to his class, whose mouths were literally on the floor. *Oh well, its not like this day is gonna get any worse.* He gave his nervous little laugh, and flashed the class the famous Son grin. His class managed to get themselves together and make it over to the lab stations. Gohan looked at Bulma out of the corner of her eyes and saw that she was stifling a laugh, and a smile was plastered across her face. Gohan stood up, flashing a dark look at both Vegeta and Trunks before taking a seat next to Videl, Erasa, and Sharpener. From there, the questions hit like bullets out of a machine gun. The main one,

"You know BULMA BRIEFS!?!"

*This is going to be a very, very loooooong day.* Gohan let out a sigh, and just told them that she and her family was a good friend of his family. They asked many more, but they didn't get an answer. For now, at least.

Then Bulma, regaining her composure, continued with her lesson on Capsule Corporation and how she and her father work. Then, she taught the kids how a capsule works, and put one together in front of them. The kids all loved it, for Bulma had that kind of charm, and many even forgot the earlier activities. The only one was that didn't forget was Videl. She knew he was hiding something, and she was going to find out. Hell, maybe he was Saiyaiman!

She looked at him for a long time, trying to figure it all out. He could feel her gaze upon him, so turned to her, hoping that she would look away. She really knew how to make someone feel uncomfortable, didn't she? For a whole minute they just stared at each other, neither willing to back down. The class was standing up to leave, but they didn't notice. Finally, after most of the class had left the room, Bulma came over to talk to Gohan. She observed how they were staring at each other, and couldn't help but smile. *Chi is going to love this! And think – grandchildren!* The hearts in her eyes attracted Vegeta's attention, and he decided to have a little fun.

Chuckling, he called out to the boy, who was mesmerized by the girl in front of him. "Hey, who's your mate, brat!?!"   

Gohan quickly came to his senses and blushed beet-red. "She is NOT my mate!!!" But, this only led Vegeta to snicker even more heartily, for Bulma to sigh dreamily, and for the pair to get a strange look for the remaining of the students. 

Bulma came to the aid of the pair, now equally red, and tapped Gohan on the shoulder. "Gohan, sweetie, I'm afraid that Trunks is going to get bored here, I mean, Goten is not here and all, and he might get in trouble… Maybe you could take him with you around, until lunch break, and then Vegeta or I could run him over to your house. Is that okay?"

"Sure Bulma." Gohan wasn't sure about it, seeing as how Trunks - 1, had Vegeta's evil blood in him, and 2, Goten, in all his pure innocence, was rubbing off on the Trunks, - spill something, but he agreed, besides, he still had his Super Saiyain abilities, and a good influence on the younger demi-saiyain, he hoped.

So he called to Trunks, who was happy to oblige, and walked out of the room, with Videl in toll. 

"Gohan," once again in her incriminating voice, "What is that guy talking about – gravity rooms, super, mates? He just walked all over you, what does he think he is, royalty?"

"Actually, he is."  Gohan mumbled under his breath. Trunks giggled, but he had gotten the message earlier not to say anything, but he didn't know how long he could hold it in. 

Catching up with the class, Gohan, Videl, and Trunks walked along, talking as they went. Lucky for Videl, because Trunks was there, she learned a little about him. As it turns out, the scary looking guy, Vegeta, was Bulma's husband, and he was a fighter, and was training Trunks to fight, too. Right before they entered the next classroom, which happened to be the gym, this is how the conversation went,

"So, your dad's a fighter. Does he do martial arts?" Videl asked innocently.

"Yeah, he trains day and night, that's why mom is mad at him a lot. He is always saying he is training to be stronger than Gohan's dad, but I've never seen him spar with Goku." Gohan figured this was innocent enough, but he forgot what his dad was: the former world champion.

"Aah! Gohan, your dad's name is Goku! Son Gohan, Son Goku! Your dad is the former world champion!?!" She yelled, so all of the class heard. Silence prevailed for all about three seconds before the buzzing of gossip broke out once more, louder than ever. Gohan moaned inwardly, but tried to think positive. *Hey, maybe I won't be called 'bookworm' or 'nerd boy' anymore, 'cause I know a lot of famous people. Hell, I am one – the famous 'delivery boy.' Who knows who'll show up next – with any luck, maybe everyone will! Not.*

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Dende smiled to himself. This was going to be a great day! Being a god did have it's good points. *Gohan, your wish is granted.* Chuckling evilly to himself, the young god leaned back in his chair, and thought of all the ways to complete his new mission, oblivious to the consequences.

A/N – Can anyone guess the consequences??? It's really easy, because there are two parts. The first person that guesses one of them wins the grand prize!!! I'll be thinking about what the prize is, so stay tuned for the next chappie!!!