Hey guys, it's me again!  This time I've decided to go straight DBZ people, none of me as the main character!  (I might cameo myself though, I dunno yet!)  Anyway, I hope you all like and tell me so!  FYI, the title is complimentary from my friend Cat for any of you who have read my story The Saiyan Prophecy.  She also posts as Princess Vegeta.  I couldn't think of a title for this and she finally came up with this one, which seems apropos!  Please review!

Chapter 1:  Headaches

Gohan woke with one of those tension headaches that just really suck to wake up with.  This was his signal that it would not be a good day.  He didn't know why it wouldn't be a good day, he just knew something was going to go wrong and he couldn't do anything about it.

            He rolled out of bed and put on his school clothes.  As soon as he stepped out of his room, his lower leg was attacked by the fun-loving demi-Saiyan by the name of Goten. Reaching down, Gohan took Goten into his arms.

            "Hey little guy.  What's the rush?"  Gohan asked, seeing a particularly pained look on his face.

            "Mom sent me in here to wake you up cause she won't let me eat without you and I'm really hungry and could we please go to breakfast now?"  Goten asked in one breath.

            Gohan just had to laugh.  Goten was so innocent.  "Of course.  Hey, is Dad down there?"
            "No, he's already at Capsule Corp.  He said Uncle Vegeta was demanding it, something about an avinersary or something of the first time he and Daddy met."  Goten explained as he and Gohan walked downstairs.

            "Oh wow, it's already that time of the year?"  Gohan murmured.  This had been a tradition for any year Vegeta and Goku had been on earth at the same time.  They would spar together on the anniversary of the day Vegeta had first arrived.  Gohan started thinking a little harder.  "Omigosh, it's been thirteen years since then!"  Gohan said aloud.

            "Thirteen years since what, Gohan?"  Chichi asked her eldest son upon his entering the kitchen. 

            "Since Vegeta first arrived on earth.  It seems so much longer ago, but at the same time it feels like it was just yesterday."  Gohan replied, digging into the food his mother placed in front of him and inhaling like the Saiyan vacuum cleaner he was.

            "You're absolutely right, Gohan!  It has been thirteen years, hasn't it?  Oh my, I'm getting so old!  Almost old enough to be a grandmother!"  Chichi said, throwing a look to the oblivious Gohan.  Oh well.  The grandchildren will come soon enough.

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            Gohan's tension headache just got worse as time went on, especially by the time last hour of the day rolled around.  He sat with his friends, Erasa, Sharpner, and of course, Videl. 

            Erasa leaned over and whispered "Hey, I hear we have a project today!"

            Videl looked at her friend.  "Where did you here that from?"

            "Oh, I was outside the teacher's lounge at lunch and overheard Ms. Muckamoo talking to another teacher.  I couldn't understand what it was, but I heard it'll be fun."

            "Well, what's nerd boy gonna do?  I don't think he knows the meaning of the word fun."  Sharpner said snottily.

            Right then, Gohan decided it would be fun to pop Sharpner in the face.  Fortunately, for all involved, the teacher walked in.

            "Ok class, settle down!"  Ms. Muckamoo called. "Today you are all getting a fun assignment!"  At that, the entire class groaned.

            Ignoring them, Muckamoo continued.  "You will all pull a piece of paper out of this hat," she brandished a lovely silk top hat "and on that piece a paper will be the name and phone number of a highly influential person in this community.  You will need to call them, interview them, and in general become friends with them over the next month.  At the end of that month, you will need to write a report about your person.  On the day that paper is due, that person will accompany you too school and go with you to all your classes!  Sounds fun, right?"  Ms. Muckamoo looked around, expecting excitement, but receiving only bored stares.

            "Right.  Anyway, when I call your name, please come forward and pull a name!  Toriyama, Kenji!"

            A short dark haired boy slumped to the front of the class and reached in.  "Toriyama, Akira (a/n:  I couldn't resist!)  Ah man, that's my uncle."  The boy slumped back to his seat.

            "Son Gohan."  Gohan walked up and pulled his name out.  Looking at it, his head felt like it was going to explode.

Satan Hercule (ok, who didn't see that coming?)

            "Who did you get, Gohan?"  the teacher asked .  Silently, Gohan held the paper up.  "Well, aren't you the lucky one!  You get to become best friends with the One and Only!"

            The whole class, minus Videl, gasped and started talking amongst themselves.  Little Gohan got Hercule?!?!  Sometimes life wasn't fair.

            Gohan returned to his seat, positive now that this is what his headache had been all about.  Little did he know.

            "Satan, Videl!"

            Gohan heard Sharpner whisper something to him about the luckiest SOB alive.  Gohan sure didn't feel like that.  He didn't hear anything until

"Son, Goku!"  Gohan's head shot up.  Oh, no.  Please don't tell me that Videl…

"Son Goku…Gohan, is this man any relation too you."  Ms. Muckamoo asked.

            Gohan nodded.  "He's my father."  For the second time in the hour, the class started whispering about something Gohan had said or done.  Gohan was related to THE  Son Goku?  The famous martial artist?

            Videl stormed up the stairs towards Gohan.  She glared at him and he shrank away.  "Why didn't you tell my who your father was?"  she demanded.  Gohan, deciding not to be intimidated for once, replied, "Why didn't you tell me who your  father was?"  Videl had no comeback to that. 

            Gohan returned to listening to the names.  He didn't know any of the others, they were mostly local firemen or news anchors or people like that.

            "Pencil, Sharpner!"  As soon as Sharpner got up, Gohan's head began to throb.  Crap, I wonder who Sharpner'll get…

            "Yamcha Platter!" (I read somewhere that Yamcha means plate, so I thought Platter would be a good last name.)  Gohan groaned inwardly.  Who would it be next, Bulma?

            "Bigpink, Erasa."

            Erasa pranced down and pulled out one of the last names.  "Briefs Bulma!" 

            Gohan let his head hit the desk and groaned aloud.  What had he done to deserve this?

I know this chapter was pretty short and not really exciting, but I have big plans for this fic so if you liked it at all, tell me so!