I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo incredibly sorry this chapter took so long! Basically, it sums up to the fact that I kinda fell out of love with DBZ for a while there. But never fear, I am back, and hopefully my writers block will clear up in time to finish this story sometime!
I also realize this chapter is not as funny as previous chapters, but like I said, I'm suffering from writer's block. You'll just have to shuffle the cards and deal for now. Also, my knee is throbbing due to the fact that I didn't let it heal enough after surgery before I started dancing again. So there.
Chapter 15: Unnatural Shade of Orange
Gohan sat anxiously in the bleachers, waiting for class to start. His father, Vegeta, Mirai, and Yamcha all sat nearby. He had given them strict warnings not to do anything out of the ordinary. Bulma and Videl had yet to show up. Gohan still had not figured out what took girls so long to change clothes, even if it is only into gym uniforms. Hercule, like the person he was, was out on the gym floor, surrounded by fawning admirers.
"Hey Gohan, what are we doing today?" Goku asked, looking ready for some exercise. After all, he hadn't gotten to train or anything yet today. "I hope it's something fun, like martial arts." He added, just for effect.
"Yeah right, like besides us any of these weakling humans could do martial arts. I would rather play that infernal sport called basketball or whatever than suffer through watching these people butcher martial arts." Vegeta grumbled, doing his usual pouty thing.
At this point in time, the girls showed up. Erasa, despite the fact that she was supposed to stay with Bulma, joined the fawning mob, which was really just fine with Gohan. The less people he needed to keep away from Vegeta, the better. Gohan didn't have time to say anything because the gym teacher suddenly appeared, looking ready to go.
"Ok, now, I know this is Bring Your Buddy to School Day, but we still have a curriculum to cover. So today we get to start Track and Field! Everyone outside!" The coach called to the group, who grudgingly followed him out.
The sun shone brightly over the grass field. There was a pile of metal balls stacked on the ground about halfway across, with a chalk line drawn nearby. The coach took the lead as the rest gathered around him, many of the adults clearly not happy with exercising. Coach,… oh, lets call him Coach Humperdink, turned and faced the group.
"Today we are going to start with the shot putt. It's really simple; you hold the shot putt in your hand, place your hand next to your collar bone, turn in a circle three times, and then throw the shot putt straight out. Sounds fun, right?" Humperdink looked around to a definite lack of enthusiasm. "Right. Anyway, any volunteers to go first? Maybe Videl and her buddy?" Vegeta snorted. Yeah, he wanted to see the woman do something like this.
Videl and Goku walked up to where the coach was standing. "Ok, let's see how well our first group goes. Videl, why don't you go first?"
Videl picked up one of the metal balls and tossed it lightly back and forth between her hands. She walked over the line, where she promptly spun three times and heaved the shot putt with all her might. It went a good thirty feet before it hit the ground. Many people in the audience ooooh'ed and ahhhhh'ed. Hercule just looked proud.
"Yeah, that's my girl! She got her amazing strength from me!" The One and Only proclaimed, puffing his chest out and causing his fan club to swoon even more. Vegeta rolled his eyes, his only reason for not destroying the moron being the blue-haired wonder standing to one side, giving him the patented Don't-even-think-about-it-Vegeta look Hmph, Vegeta could think about it if he damn well pleased.
Videl smiled at her achievement, and went back to stand next to Gohan. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something about her amazingly good throw. Gohan, however, was too distracted by the fact that his father was about to throw something, that to him, weighed less than a cotton ball does to normal humans. And Goku had this amazing way of not remembering to tone it down around humans, as he had clearly demonstrated once this morning. Oh Dende, please let him remember…
Goku, however, had a short term memory about as long as his appetite was large. He picked up his shot putt, tossed it once, and laughed. "This is it? All I have to do is throw this thing? Easy! Hey Vegeta, get a load of this!" And with that, Goku chunked the putt at our favorite Saiyan prince, who caught it with one hand. The crowd gasped at this exchange, seeing as most people couldn't do either of those thing. Vegeta rolled the thing in the palm of his hand, and then grasped it tightly. When he pulled his fingers off, there were distinct indentions where he had been pressing. That illisted another round of gasping. Gohan was pinching the bridge of his nose, while Bulma patted his back.
Goku then picked up another shot putt, ready for action. Coach Humperdinck, who was now speechless, basically just stood there and watched, as did the rest of the crowd. The Saiyan spun around so quickly that only four people watching even saw it, and then launched the putt with all his might, almost straight up and directly into the clouds. Goku turned around, and with his hand behind his head and Son Grin on his face said "Whoops! Sorry, I guess it was a little too hard there! I hope it comes back down!"
"Kakarott, you never cease to amaze me. How could you do something so stupid?" Vegeta asked, still holding his butchered shot putt. Bulma was laughing to herself, used to the things that the Saiyans did. Mirai was patting Gohan on the shoulder now, consoling him for the things his father did.
"M…Mr. Son, h-how d-did you d-do that?" Coach Humperdinck asked, completely shocked. Everyone was completely shocked, actually, and even Hercule was quiet. Videl was staring straight at Gohan, who was staring straight up at the sky. Whether looking for the shot putt or threatening Dende, we may never know.
"That? Oh that was nothing. I was probably only using about 1/16 of the strength in my right arm…but I guess that was too much still, wasn't it?" Goku laughed, hand still beside his head.
There probably would have been more questions after that, except for at that exact moment, something very small, yet very large, and very, very orange fell out of the sky.
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Down in the recesses…
Now that they were all infused with the power of the Majin, Frieza, the Ginyu Force, and Cell were secretly debating how to get rid of the others in order to dominate the universe. Despite anything they might have said about working together, each really only wanted themselves to be the victor.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" exclaimed Bibidi. "You were all hot to trot five minutes ago, but so far no one has moved at all! Why did I waste my power on you if you are just going to stand around and stare at each other?"
I'll have to get rid of him as well… was the basic thought running thru each of the villains heads. Bibidi suddenly stopped ranting and stared at each of his servants. "And don't even think about betraying me. I gave you this power, and I can take it away just as quickly. You wouldn't want to be battling for the universe and suddenly be your old, weak selves would you? You all know very well you couldn't beat the Saiyans without me, so I suggest you stop your treacherous thoughts now, before they sink in."
The villains, who all had the maturity level of a petulant toddler, responded to scolding just about the same way. They crossed their arms over their chests and looked away, scowling. Bibidi looked up. These idiots are impossible…are they capable of doing anything?
"Listen, I will transport you to the location of the strongest power source on earth, which should be this Saiyan you all have a vendetta against. Once he is defeated, we will continue our rampage against the universe!" Bibidi declared, looking at his motley crew. They looked at each other, and slowly nodded their heads. Just like a group of babies.. Bibidi raised his hands, and off they went….
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The gym class stared in wonder at this thing that had just fallen from the sky. Was that shade of orange a naturally occurring one? They were even more astonished when another creature landed next to it, this one lavender. Of course, a select few recognized them immediately.
"Goten?" Gohan exclaimed, rushing over to his younger sibling, who was sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Ow. Oh hey Gohan. Trunks and I were just flying here because we felt another large power in the area and thought it might be a monster but right when we got over your school something hit me that felt like it was metal and I fell and I think I saw Piccolo and Mom on our way over here, but I don't know why they are coming. Hey Dad, Mr. Vegeta, and Bulma!" Goten said, going from in-pain mode to super-happy mode in the course of three seconds.
"Hi Goten! I guess I hit you with my shot putt! Sorry about that!" Goku exclaimed, picking up his younger son.
"It's ok. But what about the monster that Trunks and I felt?" Goten asked.
"That would be me." Mirai Trunks stepped forwards. Several girls swooned. Everyone else was speechless. Gohan was still staring at the sky.
Chibi Trunks walked over to his future counterpart, and looked up at him. "You're the me from the future, right? That came to warn us all about the androids and Cell?" Chibi queried, remembering the stories he'd heard.
"Yeah, that's right. Our mother brought me back during science today." Mirai answered.
"I see. Hi Mom, hi Dad." Chibi waved. Bulma waved back.
However, before anyone else could say anything, Chichi arrived. The outside temperature dropped ten degrees. Gohan fell to his knees.
"GOTEN!!! WHY DID I SEE YOU FLY BY AT BREAKNECK SPEED??? YOU ARE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! AND GOKU, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HITTING OUR SON WITH THE SHOT PUTT! I CAN'T LET ANY OF YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT EVER, CAN I? I SWEAR, STUPID MEN!" Chichi screamed, wresting out of Piccolo's grasp. "Oh, and Gohan, you forgot your lunch." She said sweetly, walking towards her elder son. The group stepped backwards as she approached. Mirai slipped to the side of his contemporary sensei, leaned down, and whispered "Damn, your mother is scary."
Gohan could only nod, and accept the lunch Chichi was offering. Then, she whirled onto Goku and his mini-him. "NEITHER OF YOU ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING…." As Chichi continued her tirade, Piccolo strode over to Gohan, who was still on his knees and staring blankly at the lunch.
"Hey, kid, you doing ok? Your emotions seem a little confused." Piccolo asked his former student.
Suddenly, a girl sucked in her breath and screamed, "IT'S CELL!!! RUN!!!!" And this group of people, being the outstanding group of citizens that they were, bolted, Mr. World Savior included. Everyone except a certain black-haired, blue eyed terror.
Who was damned curious, and thoroughly pissed at our dem-Saiyan hero…