"Dad???"
"Kakarrot???"
"Goku???"
Goku winced as the three screamed, practically in his ear, at the same time. "Uh…hi guys?" Then, as he looked at Yamcha, sprawled upon the floor, "Whoa! What happened here!?!"
"More important – what are you doing here?" (As if the dying man sprawled upon the floor isn't important enough…)
"Uh… I'm here for the Career thing. I'm supposed to do a presentation after lunch or something!" *Son Grin*
All others - *Blink. Blink. Sweatdrop*
The astonishment was short lived though – for the Z fighters that is. Scores of students piled into the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of the celebrity group. Gohan paled slightly at the growing number of students, now attracted to the scene. He called over to his dad and pulled him over to one side, taking note of his little 'group.' Bulma stood over a cringing Vegeta, screaming at him at the top of her voice. Gohan and Goku both winced visibly. Then there was Goku, looking rather confused, and his mini-me and Trunks sitting rather bored-looking on the sidelines. *I will not kill Dende, I will not kill Dende – I am going to KILL Dende!*
~*~*~*~*~
On Kami's Lookout, Dende was humming pleasantly to himself. He would make things a LOT worse for Gohan before he left. Yes – he already begun to his bags packed, for Dende was a serious practical joker, and he knew his limit, and the golden rule. If at first you succeed, try and try again. Then run. Dende had added the last part himself, after having to spend a month in Mexico for pulling something on Vegeta and Bulma. He estimated two weeks in Bermuda would do this time. But at least he still had a couple hours to muse.
~*~*~*~*~
"So, Vegeta blew up Yamcha again, huh? I don't think either will ever learn! Sheesh!" Goku commented as Gohan finished his tale. "Well, I have a couple sensu's. Why don't you give him one Gohan."
Gohan breathed in relief. "Thanks dad!" he called over his shoulder as he ran over to the well-done Yamcha. He crushed the sensu bean and fed it to Yamcha, who immediately sprang up, much to the surprise of the students. Especially, the one and only, Videl.
"Gohan! What just happened here! How did he get hurt? Huh? and how is he just instantly healed. I want some answers Son Gohan!" ' I'll figure you out Gohan! Maybe it'll be today!'
"Uh… what'll be today Videl?"
Goku blinked. Videl hadn't said anything about today, did she? Then he got it. "Ooh…"
~ What's 'Ooh…' Goku? ~
~ Umm… Gohan and Videl are bonding ~
~ GRANDCHILDREN! ~ From over 500 miles away, Goku could practically see the stars in his wife's eyes.
~ … ~
~ I'm NOT missing my chance… Oh! Grandchildren! And what about the wedding? Oh.. so much to do, so little time! I need to … ~
Goku tuned out his wife as he turned to the scene at hand.
~*~*~*~*~
In the 439-mountain area, Chichi walked outside her simple little home. With her frying pan stashed subtly in her secret pocket (where else does she keep that thing!?!), she called out at the top of her lungs, which is quite loud.
"PIIIIICCCCCOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOO!!!"
Meditating by his waterfall, Piccolo heard the call and tuned in to the 'banshee' – the nickname he had borrowed form Vegeta. Knowing that his ears wouldn't get to rest until she got a response, he quickly took off in the direction of the Son household.
Landing silently on the yard, he managed to catch a glimpse of the frying pan, still soaked from it's washing, disappear into the inter-dimensional pocket.
"Piccolo – take me to Orange Star High, please?" The question was innocent; Chichi even gave a touch of Goten's Puppy Eyes (or whatever you call 'em). Only people who knew Chichi knew what that kind of question was. It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
Piccolo knew that he was going to end up taking her, no matter what, but he was in a foul mood. Dende had just played some joke on him (giving him pink hair ^.^) and it had just worn off – now his meditation had to be disturbed! With a grunt, he paced over to Chichi and slung her over his shoulder, indifferent to the shouts and 'bangs' of the frying pan upon his green skull.
~*~*~*~*~
Videl was baffled. No – make that extremely baffled. First, that short man took a gun – that she hadn't even seen – and blasted a hole through gym wall. She didn't no of ANY gun that powerful. Then she finds out he fired it at a guy – and he survived! Not only that, but one moment he was sprawled on the floor, practically dying, and the next he's jumping around as if he had never been hit at all!
AND EVERYBODY WAS ACTING AS IF IT WERE NORMAL!
This slowly mixed in with all the other things that had happened already. The fact that Gohan kept muttering something about a bond and she could hear his thoughts, Gohan knew Bulma Briefs, Yamcha, and Son Goku was his father! And she thought SHE had connections. Gohan this and Gohan that! She was surprised her head didn't explode.
~*~*~*~*~
Gohan was pained by the fact that EVERYTHING had gone wrong today, but he had had those days before. But this – oh THIS – was more. His family and friends were seemingly determined to RUIN his entire life, or at least publicly. Slowly, inch-by-inch, his hit list was growing. Not only that, but he was sure that Videl's stare was about to bore a hole into his skull. Damn she could stare!
~*~*~*~*~
Vegeta was not happy. Neither was Bulma. That could only mean trouble. But, lucky for Gohan, Bulma ended her yelling and both were content to just stare intently at each other in a silent battle, or at least out loud. Inside, with the use of the handy-dandy-bond-speak, Vegeta was cursing so much it would 'frizzle you auntie's whiskers' [1] and Bulma was shouting loud enough to make any Saiyains ears bleed, and a human to bust an eardrum.
~VEGETA, HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING! HE WAS MY FRIEND! ~
~Woman, the !@#$^* bastard had no right to touch you! You are MY mate! NO one touches what belongs to the Saiya-jin No Ouji! ~
~OH WHAT, SO I'M YOUR PROPERTY NOW HUH? HUH, MISTER? OR EXCUSE, ME, YOUR MAJESTY! ~
~ Humph! Still, that !@#$% weakling was !@#$ groping you! One inch lower and I could have said that you were having SEX! ~
~HE'S MY FRIEND, HE WOULDN'T DO THAT! IT'S JUST YOUR IMAGINATION! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO WAS PUNCH HIM OR SOMETHING! BUT NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! DO YOU REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH I PAY A YEAR IN DAMAGE COSTS? OVER 1 !@#$%^& MILLION DOLLARS! THIS ALONE IS GONNA COST WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH AND I'LL PROBABLY HAVE TO PAY OFF TONS OF PARENTS WHO ARE GONNA SUE US AND…~
~ Well I wasn't the one that wanted to go on this stupid trip. I could have just stayed home and trained, and you wouldn't have to put up with me, even though there is nothing to complain about…~
~ Wait wait wait, nothing to complain about! NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! VEGETA! YOU SON OF A !@#$% ^&*()!@# $%^&*()…….
~*~*~*~*~
Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the inconvenience, but I have to announce, that for the poor virgin ears of our viewers, we do not say what was actually said during this event. Thank you, now back to our story…
~*~*~*~*~
~…Humph. ~
~*~*~*~*~
Trunks and Goten sat in a corner, quietly whispering to themselves. Unfortunately for Gohan, they went unnoticed, and they quietly snuck out through the crowd of teenagers, with that familiar glint in their eye.
~*~*~*~*~
Yamcha was pissed. He REALLY wanted to hit Vegeta, for many things. One, for stealing his girl. Two, for calling him 'weak' so many times. Three, for blasting him to near-death one to many times. Four, for always picking on HIM.
*But you deserved it. You cheated on Bulma, you lost her…* He had no idea where this voice was coming from. [2]
*Well, that's not a point…*
*You ARE weak compared to him*
*So…*
*Because you try to hit on Bulma even though you know they are Bonded, and she ever won't love you again…*
*What is this – pick on me day! Even I'm picking on myself!*
*Lastly, he picks on YOU because of… all of the above.*
*That's comforting…*
So Yamcha continued to wrestle in his mind, while on the outside, he was seemingly leaning against a wall, meditating.
~*~*~*~*~
Dende sighed. Yes, his plan was perfect. Perfect. *Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha-*
Unfortunately, Mr. Popo came rushing to his side, interrupting his thoughts. Mr. Popo held his hand aloft, revealing a letter which he held in it.
"Dende sir, a letter from King Yemma – he said it was urgent."
Dende snatched the parchment from Popo chubby black hand, eyeing it carefully. He set down his Pina Colada and carefully opened it. He scanned the beginning of letter, in anticipation of what was to come. He cringed, it didn't look good. This looked like a type of letter that was saying his powers were going to be revoked. But as he got down to the middle, where the actual topic was addressed, he read much slower, taking in every word.
And his eyes nearly popped out of his eyes.
Absent-mindedly, he dropped the letter on the floor, and mechanically walked back towards his quarters. He needed to pack more. MUCH more. His mind raced as all he could think of was… why me?
He now kind of felt for what Gohan was going through, but feared for what Gohan might do to him. Then again, he could always tell him that this WASN'T his fault. He had had a plan. Nothing could have ruined it. But it was ruined.
As Mr. Popo watched the dazed god make his way to the building, he picked up the letter, and he read.
Dear Dende, God of Earth,
We are very sorry to inform you that due to certain circumstances, we will be having to make a few adjustments in your usual activities.
First, we would like to inform you that your activities in meddling with the lives of Earthlings could be harmful to your position. Heed this warning, you know we mean it. (*insert cringe*)
Second, we would like to inform you that, this being the 7th anniversary of the android Cell's death, he will be given one day to return to the living world. This is where the unfortunate part begins.
Cell was locked in a cage with many other tyrants – including the Kold family and the Ginyu force – with the help of a being named Picon. Regrettably, when let out of his cage, he over-took the ogre's there, and all of the captives were able to escape, and accompany Cell to the living world.
From what we have discovered, these runaways are on a direct course for Earth. With the aid of the Saiyains, I believe this might be a fairly easy task to take them into custody. Please notify them immediately – we will be sending ogre's to pick them up once the job is done. Thank you.
King Yemma.
Mr. Popo sighed. This was not good, and it seems that with Dende in his state of shock, he would be the one to deliver the news. Oh well. He concentrated his energy, trying to get a signal to Goku.
~*~*~*~*~
~ Goku…~
~ Mr. Popo? Is that you? ~
~ Yes Goku, it is me. I have some news to deliver. Not good news, I'm afraid. ~
~Well, you can tell me. ~
~Yes, you're right. Well, it seems that Cell, Frieza, Kold, and the Ginyu Force have escaped from hell, and are coming you're way…~
~ Gosh Popo! When will they get here? ~
~I'm not sure, Goku…~
~Thanks anyway, Popo ~
~ Good Luck, my friend. ~
Goku spun around, looking slightly nervous. He didn't know how Gohan would take it. "Erm… Gohan?"
"Yes, Tousan?"
"Eh, I just got a message from Mr. Popo, and eh, well… Funny story actually…" *insert Son Grin*
"Just tell me dad."
"Oh, yeah, well… you see… Cellandtheresofhisfriends,theginyuforceandthekolds-escapedfromhellandnowtheyarecomingtoearthandwehavetostopemandwell…that's about it!"
"Oh, well that's sim- WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
A/N – I am really sorry I didn't update, but things have been hectic. First, I had TONS of end-of-the-year-homework. Second, I lost my Internet for about three weeks. Third, this is an eight-page long story, so you must give me some credit. Fourth, my first version (which was 6 pages) got deleted, so I had to re-write. Fifth, Fanfiction.net had the hard-drive problem, so I couldn't upload for a week. Sixth, my server sometimes won't allow me to go on it – that '502 connection failure' thing, and the list goes on and on and on and on…
[1] – Its from Redwall – I'm not sure just which book it's from, though I think Beau says it from Legend of Luke, or Basil from one of the Redwall books he's in. P.s. – that's a really good book (series). I recommend it!
[2] – The TRUTH sneaks into Yamcha's brain…
S.E. - I am really sorry. I swear. Somebody should shoot me.
M.T. – *Aims the gun*
S.E. – Funny! But sadly, no one would write the story if I died, so… I AM INVINCIBLE, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No, but really, I am truly sorry, out of the bottom of my heart, I really WANTED to update, but I haven't been able to, because of the many things above, and writers block and much, much more.
M.T. – Sure…
S.E. – You wanna bet?!?!
M.T. – I could take you down any time.
S.E. – Sure…
M.T. – You wanna bet!?!? *powers up into SS*
S.E. – I made you say the same thing – Ha, Ha, Ha!
M.T. – Whatever. *Fires ki blast*
S.E. - *crispy* Well, I better to be going *limps off to regen. tank* so, cya next time!
M.T. – Please Review!