A/N: I forgot to add that Videl doesn't know Gohan's Saiyaman yet. Sorry. ^^;
Disclaimer: Next year, I'm going to get the ownership rights I know it!
Chapter 4: A Barbeque? In December?
"What the hell are they?!" Bulma cried, jumping up from her seat at the kitchen counter and opening a drawer in a desk nearby. She shuffled through it momentarily before pulling out a pistol. "I don't care what Vegeta says. I'm glad for once I still kept a few of these around."
"A pistol?!" Chi-Chi screeched, her parenting instincts kicking in immediately and she momentarily forgot about the things outside. "You have a pistol in the kitchen where my baby could have found it at any time?! That's it! This is the last time I'm ever letting them over to your house again!"
"Honestly, Chi-Chi, I only keep in the kitchen incase something bad happens! And besides, a little bullet wouldn't hurt Goten!" Bulma replied, pointing the pistol at the screen door. "Hell, you do more damage with cooking utensils than I do with guns!"
"True," Chi-Chi said, as she picked up her frying pan and held it like the baseball bat. "Rock, paper, scissors for the right to make the first move?"
"No way. I'm older, so I should get to attack first! Besides, they're on my property!" Bulma protested, lowering the gun to look at Chi-Chi. "You can swing away if any of the little…things get inside, which I hardly doubt."
"Fine," Chi-Chi replied, sticking her tongue out at Bulma.
Bulma nodded and cocked the pistol. She aimed for the nearest snow creature and pulled the trigger. The glass on the door shattered instantly and the snow creature went down. But four more jumped into the kitchen, snarling like tigers.
Chi-Chi saw her chance and leapt out from behind the counter, swinging the frying pan down on an unsuspecting creature. Bulma fired the gun again, this time taking out a creature on the table.
Soon, all that was left of them were about five piles of snow and a shattered glass door.
"That's the last time I let Trunks play with my plutonium samples," Bulma muttered, reloading her pistol. "Radiation gone bad…What a mess…"
"You leave plutonium out too? What kind of mother are you?" Chi-Chi cried, looking at Bulma in horror.
Bulma was about to give her a smart retort when out of the corner of her eye she noticed a snow pile was beginning to move. Chi-Chi noticed this as well and both women stared on in shock as the five snow creatures began to reform.
"Damn…" Bulma said, her eyes widening. "Fascinating! Maybe I should catch one and study it in the la -"
"Forget about science, girl!" Chi-Chi cried, grabbing Bulma by the collar and dragging her out of the kitchen. "Where the hell do you keep all the flamethrowers around here?"
"This isn't working, Dad!!" Trunks cried, trying to find his father amidst the snow and…er…snow goons. He was surrounded by little over twenty of the demons and was running out of ideas. Gouging their eyes out, tearing off limbs, punching holes through the stomach, and even blasting their heads off hadn't stopped the snow goons from advancing on the saiya-jins.
"You don't think I know that, brat?!" Vegeta replied, glaring in the direction of his sons' ki.
"I have an idea!" Goten called from the left of Trunks.
"Stop the presses, it's a miracle!" Vegeta muttered under his breath.
"Seriously! I mean, the snow goons are made out of snow right?"
"Duh!" Trunks said. "Don't state the obvious, stupid!"
"Shut up, Trunks!" Goten exclaimed and he stuck out his tongue in the general direction of his best friend. "Anyway, if they're snow, why don't we just use our ki to melt them? Wouldn't that stop them from regenerating?"
Silence followed that statement.
"What'd I say?" Goten demanded instantly.
"Brilliant…" Vegeta said. He floated over to Trunks and smacked him on the head. "Why the hell didn't you think of that? You're the son of the fucking genius here!"
"Ouch!"
"Well, should we do that then, instead of fighting them hand to hand?"
"Of course!" the other two cried simultaneously.
"All right! Time to toast some serious snow goon butt!" Trunks said, grinning like a maniac. He powered up to ki blasts in his hands and the snow goons instantly moved away from him. "So which one of you is up for a barbeque first?"
"Don't tell me your afraid of a little heat!" Vegeta roared, firing ki blast after ki blast at the fleeing snow goons. "Come back here, you spineless cowards!"
"This is for lying about Frosty!" Goten added, cupping his hands by his side. "Kamehameha!"
The blue blaze of ki instantly destroyed all the snow goons in his path. It took less then five minutes for the area to be totally cleared of snow goons and only damaged the surrounding buildings slightly.
Vegeta casually brushed snow of his shoulder and then turned to the demi saiya-jins behind him.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" He asked. "Are we going to wait for the rest of the snow goons to come back or are we going to go save Gohan?"
The boys grinned at Vegeta before all three of them took off in the direction of Orange Star High School.
While Vegeta and the boys may have made fighting snow goons look easy, Gohan was having no such luck. It was hard enough he had to act like he didn't know what the hell was going on, but to fight the snow goons without using his ki? Impossible!
Fortunately, our hero was surviving for the most part. He would fire occasional blasts over his shoulder or when Videl wasn't looking, but usually just warned her about on coming snow goons. Miss Satan, however, was getting suspicious of our demi saiya-jin friend and how there seemed to be puddles of water following in his wake.
"All right, spill Gohan!" Videl exclaimed as they walked down a deserted hallway. It was extremely chilly, as the snow goons had broken through all the windows to get to the people. "I know there's something up with you and these snow goons!"
"What? Me?"
"Don't pull that innocent act on me! You've been frying the snow goons behind me, haven't you? Well listen here, buster, I don't need your help to get rid of a few snowmen gone bad, you hear me?"
Gohan gulped nervously as Videl stared him down intently. She looked even more dangerous, especially with that flamethrower of hers. When he had asked how she'd gotten a hold of such a weapon, Videl had simply said she borrowed it from the police force three years ago and carried it around with her "just in case".
"And how the hell are you doing that in the first place? You haven't got any weapons on you and you're defiantly not the type to carry a lighter around so -"
"To make a long story short, Videl, I'm the Great Saiyaman," Gohan said quickly, looking around to make sure no one else had heard. "If that doesn't explain the whole situation, I don't know what will."
Videl stared at Gohan in shock. He was the Great Saiyaman? Yeah, she suspected it and everything, but never really thought nerdy Gohan could actually be -
"Wait a minute…You actually expect me to believe that lame excuse?" Videl demanded, prodding Gohan in the chest. "How can you- Son Gohan -stop missiles with your bare hands, fly, and do all those other crazy things Great Saiyaman does? Where the hell is your costume? Do you hide it under your shirt and change in your locker like Superman does?"
"Um…If it helps any…" Gohan mumbled, pressing the red button on his watch and his Great Saiyaman outfit appeared. "Bulma made it for me when I said I wanted to protect my identity. I wasn't lying when I said I knew her well."
Videl's jaw dropped when she saw Gohan's school clothes suddenly transform into the Great Saiyaman's obnoxious super hero costume. He was being serious!
"Oh…So then how can you fly and do all that other stuff? Did Bulma hook you up with some jet packs too?" Videl continued, recovering from her shock to glare at Gohan under his helmet.
"Er…Not exactly. Have you ever heard of the fighter, Son Goku?" Gohan asked, as he pushed the red button again and transformed back to normal.
"Son Goku? Of course I have! He's one of the best fighters in the world next to my Dad!" Videl exclaimed. "But what's he got to do with this? Are changing the subject, Gohan?"
"No. Son Goku's my Dad." Gohan replied and Videl fell over. "He taught me martial arts when I was younger along with my sensei, Piccolo." He looked into an empty classroom and motioned for her to follow him. "We better hurry up and check the rest of the school. I don't think all those snow goons are gone yet, especially if Dende has his way…"
"Right…" Videl mumbled, slowly following Gohan around the corner. She got her old spark back in a bit when she remembered Gohan had been avoiding her main question. "Gohan! That still doesn't explain why you can shoot little laser beams out of your fingers and lift trucks with your bare hands! Gohan! Are you listening to me? GOHAN!"
Piccolo's day was still not going very good. He had finally got all the Christmas decorations off of him, but his cold was still there, strong as ever. All poor Piccolo wanted to do was go back to his waterfall and meditate, but knowing his luck, it was probably frozen over.
Dende was currently tied to one of the palm trees located on the Lookout and Mr. Popo was trying his best to sober him up. Nothing was working, much to both of the other inhabitants' dismay. Piccolo thought of shoving Dende in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for a few minutes, but Mr. Popo quickly ruled that out by saying it wasn't 'proper' handling for Kami.
"Yeah and like it's proper for him to be drunk either…" Piccolo muttered, wiping his nose on his cape. "How much longer is this going to last, Popo? Dende, how can humans stand getting these all year long? Three hours is enough to make me go insane!"
"Well, Piccolo-san, it's a natural thing for them, just as it is for you to have pointy ears." Mr. Popo explained knowledgably.
"It's not the same thing Popo and you know it! I still say a good kick in the ass would be enough to get him out of this state! Especially if he's flying over China!" Piccolo replied and he sneezed again. "THAT'S IT!! Next Christmas I am locking that little freak in a cupboard and won't give him anything to drink until the season is over with!!"
"Um…Juuhachigou…?" Kuririn asked as he looked out the window for the first time today. "I thought it wasn't supposed to snow in the tropics…"
"It isn't, Kuririn." Juuhachigou replied, as she and Marron finished decorating their Christmas tree. "You should know that as a fact and not need me to verify it for you."
"We've never gotten snow on Kame Island, Kuririn," Muten Roshi said, looking over his magazine. "Although I wouldn't mind the cold weather. Juuhachigou makes it hot enough the way it is!"
Juuhachigou glared at Muten Roshi and said, "The only reason I haven't killed you yet, old man, is because Kuririn respects you for some reason. But make one more comment like that around my child and I won't be afraid to knock your ass into next year."
"Um…Yeah…Well, anyway…why is there ten feet of snow piled around the island?" Kuririn asked, pointing out the window.
Both Juuhachigou and Muten Roshi's mouths dropped open in surprise as they stared out the window, which was conveniently blocked by a wall of white.
"Whoa…The bombshell's speechless. " Oolong said, looking uninterestedly at the scene. "That's something new. Hope it happens more often - Ouch!"
Juuhachigou bopped Oolong over the head before saying, "I wouldn't worry about it, Kuririn. Your little friend- Demsay was it? -is probably behind this."
"Yeah, but is it a bad thing when there's about seven pairs of glowing eyes in the window too?"
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Next Chapter: It's going to take a lot of self-control for Gohan not to kill Dende next chapter, especially when he gives them a new mission of 'Destroy Gohan!'! Vegeta and the boys join the fun at OSH and Videl's just about had enough of this crazy day!