M-sama: I've been dieing to type his chapter up. Pan isn't the person I was going to choose to bring to this timeline. But hey, I think this is better than I thought before. Trust me on this.

Trunks: **talking to readers** Do you really want to trust her on ANYTHING?

M-sama: Trunks, M-sama had enough of your…your back talking! I'm going to kill you! I will do it, trust me!

Trunks: **smirks** you can't kill me off. You need me to carry off your 'evil' plans.

M-sama: **growls** Darn it! He's right.

Chapter 6: Science

Study Hall ended and Science class began. Trunks rubbed the capsule in his pocket. He couldn't wait to open it up. He followed Gohan up to their usual seating, happily thinking of the disruption he planned. The boy glanced over at Videl and Sharpener as they took their seats. What would they think of Gohan's son? Thinking of the teenager's future son got him thinking. Who exactly would Gohan marry? Could it possibly be Videl Satan? No way! That girl would most likely kill Gohan before they could even begin anything. The seven-year-old couldn't imagine any one actually wanting to marry her. It was like, marrying a sub-version of ChiChi! Trunks couldn't decide if Videl was better or worst than ChiChi. Besides all that, Videl didn't really seem like she even like Gohan that way. But then again, his parents don't seem to like each other--if you don't know where to look, that is.

Mr. Midori took roll call, knowing how a certain teacher doesn't properly watch over the demon spawns people like to call students. He didn't blame her. He was only glad this was his last year working at the school and he wouldn't have to put up with them. He came up to a new name. "Trunks Briefs? Where is she?" Now, Mr. Midori didn't talk with the other teachers unless it was necessary to do so, so he didn't know that the son of the most famous--and richest--woman was to be in his class. To him, a name like Trunks sounded, well, girly.

Of course Trunks got offended of being call a girl. Why shouldn't he be? He hopped up on his chair and shouted down to the teacher. "I'm not a girl, you stupid idiot!"

Mr. Midori didn't have the grace to look embarrass. "Briefs? Now, where did I hear that name before?"

Trunks crossed his arms. "My mother is only the great Bulma Briefs."

"Your mother is the Bulma Briefs?"

"Didn't I just say that?" asked Trunks.

"Yes, well, anyway, today we are learning about the possibility of time travel. There are stupid people thinking that time travel is possible. Well, it isn't! Time travel is just for those people who hates their lives and wishes they could go back in time to change it. Well, I like to talk to those people and tell them to get over it. No body can change their future."

Trunks stepped up on the desks to walk to the stairs. Gohan was deep in thoughts; Trunks knew he couldn't get around Goku's oldest son. Some of the students cheered him on as he made his way to Mr. Midori. "Hey, idiot, can I teach the class a little about time travel? My mom has taught me a thing or two about the subject."

Mr. Midori frowned but quickly agreed. If this boy was smart enough to get into high school, he was smart enough to teach class. He stepped over to his desk, quietly sat down, and relaxed.

Trunks briefly nodded his head. "Okay, don't believe a word this idiot said. I know for a fact time travel is possible. I traveled back in time myself--at least twice. It wasn't really me but a future self. He came back to warn us about certain things I don't want to go into details. And get this; I wasn't even born the first time he came! Since then, my mom has tried to built a time machine." Trunks reached into his pocket and pulled out the capsule holding his mother's invention. "In this capsule, a stored my mother's newest invention, a time machine that could pull people, either from the future or past, and bring them to the present. Mom has been using it for history lessons. She thought that my learning from the person as better than learning about that person." Trunks hurried to explain several other uses for the time machine.

Gohan hadn't been paying attention to a word the lavender hair boy had said. In fact, if he knew Trunks Vegeta Briefs, the half-saiyan prince a.k.a. The-Demon-Child-Not-To-Be-Trusted-With-Anything-And-Should-Never-Be-Miscalulated lavender hair, seven-year-old boy, was talking about time traveling, Gohan would have known he was in trouble and that Trunks was going to do something…not quite right. But since his mind was wondering which food to eat first--the fried chicken or the slab of ham or the roast beef or maybe the juicy steak… Gohan licked his lips as he pictured his wonderful, bountiful lunch packed away in a special capsule Bulma made him.

Mean while, the lavender hair, blue eye boy finished telling the class of all of the dead people his mother had brought to the present to teach him things. He took out the prized capsule, clicked the button and lightly threw it. Bulma's time machine appeared in a puff of yellow smoke. "Now, I'm going to bring Son Gohan's future son to this time," he said with a smirk aimed towards the teenager.

The class whispered. Why would he want to bring back Gohan's son? Really, there wasn't anything special about Gohan, was there? Gohan shook the cobwebs--or food--out of his head. Why did Trunks just said his name?

Trunks motion him down. The tall teenager did as the boy asked, and stood in front of the class. "Trunks, what's going on?"

Trunks smirked again. "Weren't you listening? No, don't answer that! I know you weren't listening. Thinking about food?" Gohan nodded uncertainly. "Happens to the best of saiyans. Okay, Gohan, just sit in this chair right here and watch this machine. In a few seconds your surprise will appear. This is going to be better than food."

"Better than food? What could be better than food?" demanded Gohan now watching the machine with interest.

The students all laughed, except the puzzled Videl Satan, knowing how much their fellow classmate loved his food. Over the weeks they knew him, they learn never to mess with his food.

Trunks pushed some button, set the date, or at least the year, and prayed to Dende that this would work. He didn't really know how to work the machine but it couldn't be all that hard. Lights blinked read, green, and blue, steamed hissed out of the sides, slightly fogging the lower half of the classroom. Seconds later, a woman stood yielding to the man holding her. They pulled away from the kiss. The man trailed kisses across the cheek to her ear then down to her collarbone. The black hair woman opened her black eyes so much like her fathers to meet the familiar, younger eyes of…her father's? "Daddy?" she whispered.

"Daddy?" came the muffled voice of the man. He lifted his head and stared around. "Who are these people, Panny?" Pan shook her head in shock. The lavender hair man fixed his blue eyes on the young half saiyan sitting in front of him and Pan. "Gohan! What? H-how did you get here?"

Son Gohan studied the couple in front of him. The man who could be no one other than Trunks Briefs--by the color of his hair--was wearing only a pair of tan shorts. His chest was bared showing off his muscles. Trunks' feet were also bared. The woman, what he could see of her, was wearing a pair of jean shorts and Gohan couldn't find a trace of a shirt. But he did find the two twin straps representing either her bra or a swimming suit top. There was something about this woman that pushed out an emotion he couldn't understand.

"Daddy, I can explain! You see…" Pan trailed off at the confused look on her father's face. "Dad?"

Son Gohan stood up. "Trunks," he said looking at the younger version of Trunks Vegeta Briefs. At first Trunks was laughing his head off. That was until he saw himself. What was he doing kissing Gohan's son? Trunks then realized Gohan's son was actually a girl! "Trunks," Gohan said again, catching the boy's attention. "What did you do?" Trunks knew he was going to die--twice! One for bringing the girl back, and himself accidentally, and then again for his future self for kissing his daughter. I don't think I should die again just for something I would be doing in the future!

Sharpener couldn't stop himself. "Nerd-boy, he used Ms. Briefs' time machine to bring back you kid. Ha ha!" Sharpener cracked up laughing.

Videl elbowed him to get him to shut up. She wanted to hear what Gohan's daughter had to say. Maybe she just might learn something about the mysteries Son Gohan.

Pan stared at the new voice. She blinked a couple of times in surprise. "Sharpener? I thought you and Erasa were on a vacation. When did you get back?" Pan still hadn't grasped that she and Trunks were in the past.

But the President of Capsule Corporation did. Before he could tell Pan, Gohan walked over to them. "This is my daughter?"

"Of course I'm you…" It dawned on her where she was in time. Her father was her age, maybe a year or two younger than her. Pan turned her black, angry eyes on the older Trunks. She hit him--hard. "I always said you were more trouble than it's worth to date you! Look what you did! Now Dad won't let me date you when I'm born in this timeline. He probably is going to keep me under lock and key just so you couldn't get to me. And you," she ranted at the seven-year-old, "did you know what you did? Dad's going to kill you! Now my mom can't calm Dad down a little so he wouldn't kill you. And you deserve it."

Trunks blocked out everything Pan had said after she said it was his fault--a trick he learn from his younger days of getting into trouble and having Bulma yell at him for hours. "My fault? How can it be my fault? He did it!" Trunks said pointing to his past self.

The two Trunks and Pan argue who's fault it was for a minute. Gohan got their attention and asked, "Are you two married?" He already knew the answer but he was checking just to be sure.

Trunks paled. "No."

Gohan saw red. Although he wasn't this girl's father in this timeline, Pan was still his daughter. He now knew what that strange emotion was, fatherly love for the raven hair girl. Gohan knew his future self would do exactly what he was doing. Gohan jerked of his black vest to hand to his daughter. "Put that on. I don't want any one else to see you like that." Pan blushed, just remembering that Trunks had taken off her red shirt, and put on the vest. Gohan gave a curt nod to her.

"Gohan, Let's talk about his, will ya? I can explain everything!"

Gohan growled--a growl chibi Trunks thought his father would approve of. Gohan's hand wrapped itself around Trunks' throat. He slammed the older man against he chalkboard. Even through the future Trunks was stronger than Gohan, Trunks couldn't get him to let go of him.

"Gohan! Please!"

Son Gohan's eyes flashed aqua. He flashed gold. The class gasped. Little nerd-boy was actually the famous Golden Fighter! The same day Gohan showed up was the same day the Golden Fighter showed up. Videl almost couldn't believe it. She thought Gohan couldn't be the Golden Fight--and the Great Saiyaman--because of that one time when he tried to take on a couple of thugs and she had to rescue him.

"Never touch my daughter again! Do you hear me?"

"Y-yes! I promise! Can you let me go?"

Gohan powered down. He didn't even realize that he power up into a Super Saiyan. He turned to chibi Trunks. "Did Bulma allow you to borrow her time machine?"

"Yes."

Gohan raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"That's what I thought." Gohan looked at the lavender hair saiyan, whose face was just turning back to its normal shade of color. "Maybe you should go home and tell Bulma what happened. And that that with you," he said pointing to the time machine.

Trunks nodded his head. He pushed a button to put it back in its capsule. "Come on Panny. Let's go. I'm sure Mom would love to call ChiChi up and tell her about you."

"No," growled Gohan. "She's not going anywhere with you."

"Dad, I can't go around with you at school!" Pan tapped her foot on the floor waiting for her dad to agree with her.

"Yes you can. And you will."

"Dad!"

Trunks left, not wanting another reason for Gohan to try to kill him. Chibi Trunks just smirked at Gohan. He just realized something that his future self had said--ChiChi. ChiChi would go gaga over Gohan's daughter. This would get ChiChi wondering when her oldest son will gave her her granddaughter. Then ChiChi would be wondering who her son will marry. When he gets the chance, he will try to call ChiChi to let her know about her granddaughter.

Gohan told the teacher that he could teach the class again. Trunks, Gohan, and a sulking Pan walked up to Gohan's usual seat. Gohan gave up his chair to let his future daughter sit. He stood right behind her, giving her a few quick glances.

Mr. Midori got in front of the class. "From the son of the famous and beautiful Bulma Briefs, we all just learn that time travel could be done. But other scientist haven't approved this to be true. Bulma Briefs is a scientist above any scientist ever known." Since he couldn't very well teach the class his pervious lesson plan, he told the class to write what they would do if they met their own children from the future. This made half the class come up to Son Pan to ask her questions about the future. The other half of the class was too afraid to come near the teenager they just learn was the Golden Fighter. Videl Satan couldn't even get their the crowd of students to even talk to Gohan.

All too soon, science class ended. The three saiyans left the class room and went to Gohan's locker. Gohan turned to the two. "Okay, you two, we have Foods next--"

"Foods? Yes! This will be one of my favorite classes."

"Trunks, do you even know how to cook?"

"Nope."

"Pan?"

Pan blushed a little. "I know how to cook. Grandma has tried to teach me several times how to cook. She said it is the only way to keep my man from leaving. But…I have um…my mother's sense of cooking."

"Hey," Trunks said looking at Pan. "Who is your mother?"

Truth be told, Gohan didn't really want to know who he married. At least not right now. He just wanted to get this day over with and deal with everything else tomorrow.

"Gohan!" came a voice down the crowded hallways. Gohan looked up. It was Videl.

"Videl," he said happily as he realize that this girl could help him with something. "Videl, do you have an extra shirt?"

Videl, sidetracked from her questioning, nodded. "Why do you need a shirt?" Videl felt Pan's glaze on her. She looked at the raven hair woman. "Oh. Yeah, it's in my locker. Come with me and I'll show you to a bathroom where you can change." Videl lead Pan away.

Megami-sama: Yahoo! I wrote more than half of it on vacation. But the part where Gohan turns Super got me a little stump. It took a little while to write that but I think I wrote it nicely.

Trunks: Foods! Yummy!

M-sama: **smiles evilly** I've just got an evil idea about that class. I bet you want to know what I'm going to do, don't ya?

Trunks: Nooooooooooo…………