I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry this chapter took so long to get out!  I know I put that thing up about my hard drive crashing, but I got a new one within days.  I've just had to most horrible writers block ever!   Turns out, I had the beginning and the cool battle stuff planned out, but no way of getting from one to the other.  Anyway, bear with me and my stumbling along filler chapters.  I promise there is some kick ass stuff on the way!

To everyone who reviewed for my hard drive 'chapter' that's just awesome.  It made me so happy.  No joke.  For anyone interested, I got eight reviews for that.  That's more than some of my other chapters. 

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Chapter 13:  Divide and Conquer…kinda

"OH MY GOD, HE'S HOT!!!!"  A girl squealed from the back of the room.   Almost immediately, 99% of the female populate rushed forward and surrounded the fallen heartthrob.

            Gohan blinked.  How on earth had they moved so fast?  He'd very rarely seen anyone move that fast that wasn't using instant transmission.  In other words, Gohan had never seen anyone move so fast. 

            Videl was alternating between staring at Mirai, Bulma, and Gohan.  Goku was already up and standing with Bulma, apparently discussing how to save Mirai from the girl-hoarde.  Fortunately, Vegeta solved that problem.  "Onna's MOVE!"  He roared, standing up and storming into the mob.  The girls froze, and it's a good thing they did too.  Vegeta was on a rampage.  He reached down and pulled up his future son, who was beginning to wake up.

            "Thank you, tousan."  Mirai said.

            "Foolish boy.  You have obviously never dealt with women before."  Vegeta smirked.  Mirai blushed. 

            Videl snapped out of her trance and turned on Gohan.  Poor guy.  He had no warning and didn't stand a chance.

            "Who is this person?  Why is he calling Vegeta 'tousan'?  Have you met him before?  Where's he from?  Why aren't you answering any of my questions?"  Videl fired off in one breath

            "Uh….well, umm….it's really….uh….rather complicated."  Gohan stammered.  He wasn't expecting to have to answer questions like this yet. 

            "Well, I'm listening." Videl said, giving him a look that clearly said  You-had-better-tell-me-and-NOW!!!!

            "Um, well, he's Bulma and Vegeta's son from an alternate timeline who came to warn us about Cell coming so we could all prepare."  Gohan rushed.  Videl narrowed her eyes.

            "I don't believe you.  If he was from the future, why would he have come to you and not my father?  Even in an alternate timeline my father should've been the world's strongest person."  Videl said.

            Gohan sweatdropped.  How was he gonna get out of this one?  Think, Gohan, think…  "Well, he probably did go talk to your father.  He just wanted us to know also so we could be prepared."  Gohan replied.

            "That would make sense.  But why didn't Daddy ever tell me?"  Videl turned to look at her father, who was staring at Mirai in shock.  He heard Videl's reference to him, though, and broke out to laugh boisterously.

            "I, um, I didn't want to upset you, sweetpea!  I knew you'd worry if you knew how dangerous it would be fighting Cell.  But I guess that was dumb, seeing as I am the strongest man in the wor…."   Hercule trailed off as he saw Gohan's hair flare golden.  Videl missed it though.

            Meanwhile, back at the front of the room….

            "Mom, why did you bring me back?  Is there another danger?"  Mirai asked, still nervously eyeing the girls who were being held in check only by Vegeta's glare.

            "No.  I was just demonstrating the time machine and you're the only person I knew to bring."  Bulma responded, proud that her machine worked as well as the one her Mirai counterpart built.  Suddenly she frowned.  "You've let your hair grow out.  Didn't I tell you to cut it?"  she reached up to ruffle her son's hair.

            "Mom, I like it long."  Mirai replied, pulling away from his mother's hand.

            "Hey, so how is everything going in the future?"  Goku asked, piping up for the first time since Mirai appeared. 

            "Pretty good.  I killed the androids and Cell the same day I got home from here….basically, my mother and I have spent the last few years rebuilding.  There's still a lot left to do."  Mirai answered.

            Bulma thought about what he said.  "Wait, so how long has it been in your timeline since you went back?"

            "About three years.  Why do you ask?"  Mirai was confused.

            Bulma sighed.  Maybe her machine wasn't quite so great.  "I programmed to machine to bring you back from the same time as us now.  It brought you back a few years early."  All the men thought about that for a minute as Bulma walked over to inspect her machine.

            "So, how long has it been here?"  Mirai asked slowly.  Vegeta answered.  "It's been seven years.  The whole reason the woman was demonstrating that accursed machine and these crazed female are drooling at you is because she has come to Gohan's school on some insane Bring Your Buddy to School project."  He glared at the girls again, who took another step back.

            Mirai looked around for Gohan.  He saw his old sensei sitting near the back of the room, with a rather pretty dark haired girl next to him.  Apparently, Gohan had done something wrong, because she appeared to be giving him an earful.  Gohan, for his part, looked duly scared.  Mirai smirked.  Had his sensei found his mate?  Mirai knew that Mirai Gohan had had a girlfriend at one point in time, but had never met her. 

            Walking towards Gohan, Mirai picked up the questions Videl was firing off. Smirking even wider, Mirai rushed up yelling "Sensei, sensei!  It's been so long!"

            Videl stared wide-eyed at this lavender haired guy, who really didn't look too much older than them, calling Gohan 'sensei'.  Then she started her 'You-better-tell-me-now' look again.

            "Gohan, why is this guy calling you sensei?"

            Gohan wondered what he had done to deserve this.

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            Meanwhile, back in our deep and recessed area, Frieza, Cell, and the Ginyu Force sat waiting for dinner.  How those three ended up jailed together was anyone's guess, but it probably wan not the smartest move in Otherworld history.  Anyway, they were waiting for their chance to escape and exact their revenge.

            Two ogres, pushing a cart, were walking towards the cell.

            "I had to give it too them last time, it's your turn now!"  the red one was saying.

            "You've been on vacation for a week!  You haven't done anything!"  the blue one retorted.  They stopped outside the disputed cell, still arguing about whose turn it was to take the food in.

            Neither saw the two arms that snaked out between the bars.

            The arms grabbed the ogres and smashed their heads together.  While lying unconscious, their keys were confiscated and used to unlock the cell.  Upon getting out, Juice and Berter quickly threw the ogres into the recently vacated pen and locked it.

            "Ok, we're out now.  What do we do?"  Frieza asked.  Ginyu looked around, as if the answer would present itself.

            Cell though, had an answer.  "We will go to Earth and get revenge on that accursed Saiyan and his friends!"  Those were Cell's Goku genes kicking in.

            Frieza rolled his eyes.  "Two problems with that: One, we are dead and stuck in HFIL.  Two, he's already defeated us!  How are we going to beat him if he can beat us?"  he asked sarcastically.

            Cell got a puzzled look on his face, as if this had never occurred to him before.  "Well, um….I could get us out of Otherworld.  But you do have a point.  How are we going to beat that accursed Saiyan?"  Cell sat on a rock to ponder this.  Frieza rolled his eyes again and began to meditate.  The Ginyu force, realizing that nothing was going to happen for awhile, went off to practice their moves.

            Overall, there was minor dividing, and no conquering.