Megami-sama: Hello everyone! Thanks for all of the nice reviews! **Megami-sama grins** So many reviews can go to a girl's head.

Trunks: And she doesn't need any more of that! She has enough air in her head to sustain life for a person for eternity.

Megami-sama: **growls** I don't have to be so nice to you anymore.

Trunks: Good! Just go tell your so called readers you aren't going to finish the story because you don't want to be nice to me any more.

M-sama: **waves her arms around madly** But I'm going to finish this fic! Don't listen to him anyone! Just go read and expect the next chapter out soon.

Chapter Three: Gym Class: Part I

The teenage namek gulped as he heard the cry for help from his friend. It was partly his fault that the teenage saiyan was in this mess. Wasn't it him that planted the idea of bribing Trunks with the Zoo in the Saiyan Prince's mind? Of course he didn't put any ideas into the younger prince's mind--the boy was truly evil. Like father, like son, they always say. But he knew he couldn't help Gohan out at all, this was too much fun to watch--from a safe distance, that is.

"Dende, a large hurricane is heading towards the Americas. The largest I've ever seen."

"Of course, Mr. Popo. I'll be there in a minute. I want to see what's happening next with Gohan."

Mr. Popo walked behind Dende. "I see you're torturing Gohan again. What did you do this time? You didn't make him sick at the sight of food, did you, Dende?"

Dende smiled at the memory. Just the year before, he had played a trick on Gohan making him sick at the sight of food for a three whole days. Boy, was Gohan mad when he found out what he had did. Mr. Popo and Piccolo had to pull Gohan's hand off of his neck. "No, Mr. Popo. I just gave Vegeta an idea that's all. Why don't you stay and watch this show for a little while?"

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"So Gohan, what's next?"

"Um…" Son Goku's eldest son paled as it dawned on him where they were going next. "We have gym," he mumbled so softly that a normal human couldn't hear him. But Trunks wasn't a normal human, he thought as he smirked at Gohan.

"Gym is the best. Hey, there's that girl and that blond bimbo wimp."

"Hey! I heard that, kid. I'm no wimp!"

"Maybe to any child but to everyone, you'll always be a blond bimbo."

"Yeah, that's right kid--Hey! I can beat the crap out of you."

Trunks smirked. He's been waiting for a chance like this since meeting the older boy. "Try me!"

"I will!"

Videl had to hold in her laughter. "You two, wait until we get into gym, will ya? I'm sure you will get a chance to fight each there. My dad told me he was coming in today to teach the class martial arts."

"Wow, cool!" exclaimed Sharpener. "Mr. Satan in our school, and he's teaching us. That's unbelievable!"

"That idiot is coming here?"

Gohan frowned at him, trying to shut him up.

Sharpener raised an eyebrow. "You got something against the man you saved the world?"

Trunks shook his head. "Nope, nothing against the man who saved the world, just against a lying, cheating bastard like the 'Great' Hercule."

"Huh?"

Gohan grabbed Trunks and Sharpener's arms. "Come on you guys, we have go to gym. See ya there, Videl." They left Videl to go to the boys' locker. The boys quickly changed, Gohan and Sharpener in their gym clothes and Trunks in his usual blue gi. Minutes later they left the lockers and met up with Videl who had been talking to her father.

"Hello, Mr. Satan."

"Sharpener, how have you been? Taking good care of my Videl? Good, good. Yes, sweetheart, I do know you can take care of yourself--I trained you didn't I? Who is this puny kid, Videl? He's a friend of yours?" Videl nodded her head. She opened her mouth to speak but Hercule began talking again. "Hey, what's this little kid doing here?" He lean closer to Trunks. "Heard I was going to be here and want to meet me, didn't you? I'll give you one better" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and paper which turned out to be a picture of him posing. He signed his name at the bottom right corner. "Here you go, kid. Be such to tell all your friends about it." He handed the sign picture to Trunks. Trunks only stared at it.

Gohan quickly took it from Hercule. "Trunks can be a little shy in front of a man like you," he said laughing nervously.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say. So, puny kid, what's your name?"

"I'm Son Gohan and this is Trunks Briefs."

Hercule thought about this. Why did the boy's name sound so familiar? Maybe Videl mentioned his name once or trice at dinner. He glanced down at Trunks. "Briefs? Are you related to Bulma Briefs? She's one hot babe."

Vegeta's son looked at Hercule in disgust. "Yeah, she's my mom."

"Your mom? Do you think you could tell you mom about me? I'm sure she doesn't meet a lot of guys working in that lab of hers. Tell her to call me." He told him his personal phone number which only Sharpener bothered to remember.

"I know, you could come over to my house. I bet my mom would love to meet you." And my father, Trunks thought evilly. He would just love to beat you to a bloody piece of nothing when you lay a finger on her. I think I just might join in. I bet that dinosaur near Goten's house would love some food. Trunks smiled as he pictured feeding the dinosaur Hercule Satan's remains.

Of course Hercule thought Trunks was smiling at the thought of him dating his mother. What kid wouldn't like to brag that his mom was dating him? He chuckle to himself. "Great, kid. I'll come over tonight."

"Even better," Trunks thought out loud.

Gohan immediate got suspicious. But he knew better than to question the seven-year-old in front of Videl.

The last two girls came out of the locker room and sat down. Hercule gave a short speech, in his opinion, lasting at least ten to fifteen minutes long about martial arts and mostly himself. "Now, I'll need someone to help me out." Hercule looked over the sea of faces and spotted Gohan. There's that puny kid. I'll pick him since he is hanging around my Videl. She doesn't need such a weakling around her. I'll just show her how much of a weakling he is and Videl would dump him as soon as I'm finish with him. "Son Gohan, you're going to help me."

Gohan nervously walked back to Mr. Satan. He was told to enter the small match ring that had been set up for just this practice. Hercule climbed in after him. "Now, Gohan, all you have to do is to hit him right here on the cheek. Think you can do that?"

"I'll try."

"Good."

Gohan could hear his classmates whispering about him.

"Gohan's going to get himself hurt."

"I wouldn't want to be him, I would have embarrass myself if it was him up there."

"I bet Gohan would never get Hercule."

"Yeah, you're right! It would take him couple years just to touch Mr. Satan in a match."

"Why did he have to choose him? I would be a worthy opponent than Gohan."

The last part was from Sharpener. Gohan smiled. Sharpener was right, he was a much better opponent for Hercule than he was. In a real match, Hercule just might have to do some actual work to keep from getting hit.

Gohan felt some of his saiyan pride come to the surface. I can't let them think that. Gohan got into a fighting stance as did Hercule Satan.

"Gohan, I don't expect you to get me at the first time. Nobody has ever---"

Pow.

Hercule took a step or two back to steady himself. To him, the hit was a mega punch. To Gohan, the 'mega punch' was just a light tap he accidentally put too much power into it. Hercule rubbed his cheek. "Ha ha!" He turned towards the stunned class. "See, this is how you take a punch to face. I wanted you all to see how I, Hercule, would take a hit if someone was lucky enough to hit me. Ha ha!"

The class laughed nervously, not sure if they believed Hercule or not. Trunks stood up. "That's a load of bull crap!" Trunks run towards the center of the gym room. "I'll show you want a real spar is to a saiyan."

Hercule thought this was a good idea. For one thing, he still needed to recover from that punch. He nodded. "Everyone we are going to watch two amateurs spar. Compare what they do to how you remember seeing me doing it. You may start." He waved his hand around dramatically.

The two young half saiyans got into fighting stances waiting for the other to move.

"Trunks, this is only going to be a warm up. No ki blast or flying, got it?"

"Yeah, this is a warm up, no ki blast, and no flying." Gohan nodded.

Trunks attack Gohan first and fast, so fast the class could barely see the fist making its way towards Gohan's chest. Gohan stepped away calmly from Trunks.

"So we're playing like that?" questioned Trunks. Trunks ran towards Gohan before frazing out. The stun classmates turned their heads this way and that way looking for the purple hair prince.

Megami-sama: I'm so, so sorry! I've meant to update sooner but Megami-sama had to go to work and didn't have a chance to write. **Megami-sama cries on Vegeta's chest**

Vegeta: **Pats M-sama on the back just to try to shut her up** Why am I here?

Trunks: **Walks up to them** Ha ha! She came after you. I'm glad she's not crying on me, I can't stand the racket she makes. **runs off before Vegeta could blast him**

M-sama: Trunks! It's not Vegeta you should be worry about! **chases Trunks leaving a relieve Vegeta behind**

Vegeta: Thank God! Some peace and quiet.

Bulma: VEGETA!!!