Chapter 7: Foods

Videl lead Pan to her locker. She quickly opened the locker and took out her extra shirt. "Here, I was going to change into this after school today, but you can wear it. My dad has this thing I'm suppose to go to but… Anyway, the girls' bathroom is right over there. I'll wait out here for you."

Pan went into the bathroom leaving Videl to ponder over the girl. Who was her mother? Is she someone I know? she asked herself. Not that I'm jealous or anything, she reminded herself but she did want to know. She quickly went over the list of girls that she knew was always hanging around Gohan.

Pan walked out wearing Videl's light yellow blouse. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll give it back to you later."

"You're welcome." They walked down the now quiet hallway. "So, how's the future?" she asked for lack of better conversation.

"Uh, fine. Dad's gonna kill Trunks when we get back home. But that's okay. We can wish him back with the dragonballs."

"How would Go--your dad know you and Trunks were together if neither of you tell him?" Videl wasn't ready to admit out loud that Gohan was the girl's father.

Pan glared at an imaginary person in front of her. "Uncle Goten would be worried after awhile if I'm not home. And I'm sure he would go to Dad and tell him who I've been with. Also, I'm guessing, my and Trunks' energy just went blank. That only happens when one of us dies."

"Energy? What is that?"

Pan blinked. "You don't know?"

"Of course I don't know! Why else would I be asking?"

Pan bit her lip. She knew from Bulma that when one self goes to the past, they shouldn't mess up the timeline. If her father was suppose to tell her mother about ki… She shouldn't say anything--just let her dad tell her. "Well, I can't tell you."

Videl took this to mean that this 'energy' thing was something to be made in the future. Maybe it's a device that everyone wears so that someone else would know if so one is dying or something. She remembered hearing on the news the other night about an old woman who was found dead in her house. She had been dead for at least three days before anyone found her. Maybe in the future stuff like that doesn't happen.

They arrived at the Foods room. Inside, Gohan was glaring at Trunks. Even through this Trunks hadn't touch his daughter, he would one day. Maybe he should try to make sure Trunks could never reproduce or even have sex. This way he would know his little girl was safe from the boy. Trunks was looking a little pale. Gohan wouldn't let him go anywhere. He tried to make that call to ChiChi but Gohan just pulled him to the Foods room. Videl and Pan took their seats right next to Trunks. Gohan had given up his seat to his daughter again and was glaring at the lavender hair boy.

The teacher arrived just as the bell rang. "Today, students, we will be having a cooking contest. You pick your own partner." The class cheered at this. They never get the chance to choose. "The food: Pizza. At each kitchenette will have everything you need. The dough for the pizza has already been made for you. You just need to spread it out on the pizza pan. The pizza sauce is in the refrigerator along with the cheese and toppings. If you want a topping that isn't supplied in your kitchenette, it's probably will be in my kitchen. Please take anything you need." With that said, the teacher went over to her table to sit down and read one of her 'trashy' novels.

Sharpener slugged an arm around Pan's shoulders. "Hey, babe, how bout you be my partner? I bet you're a great cook." Pan giggled at the look Sharpener was giving her. It was almost the same look he always gives Erasa when he thought no one was looking, but that one was a lot more…hotter than this one.

Gohan glared.

Trunks tugged on the older teenager's arm. "Will you be my partner?"

Gohan looked down. He was about to answer but the teacher spoke up over the noise of the class.

"Son Gohan! You will not be able to have a partner. You can come an use my kitchen to make your pizza."

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Are you that bad? Man, I would have thought ChiChi would have forced you to learn how to cook."

Videl shook her head. "Nope, he's that good."

Gohan quickly walked to the teacher's kitchen. He looked back once to glare at the muscular blond teenager. Sharpener paled slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Videl Satan. He knew that the chick fighter would save him if the Golden Fighter--which he still couldn't believe is really Gohan--would attack him for hanging all over his future daughter. His skin faded back to its regular coloring.

Videl looked down at the eight-year-old. "You wouldn't mind being my partner, do you?" Trunks shook his head. He liked Videl. She was the only person in the entire school building, besides Gohan and Pan, which actually had a high ki. Of course there are the few who actually had a power level around ten--double that of an average human.

Soon the smells of pizza making could be smell through the classroom and the surrounding halls and classrooms. Gohan started right away on making his pizza. He decided to make his pizza with everything on it. Pan and Sharpener were making theirs a pineapple pizza. Of course the two couldn't cook. Pan had gotten her cooking skills from her mother. Sharpener never sharpened his cooking skills. Why should he? Cooking is the woman's job. Soon their kitchenette was a big mess of pizza sauce, cheese, and pineapple. Sharpener was cursing softly to himself wondering how Gohan's daughter couldn't cook one bit.

Now, Videl and Trunks had argued over what kind of toppings to place on their pizza. Finally Trunks just said, "How about we put everything on it?" Videl nodded never knowing until it was too late that Trunks literally meant everything on it. "Okay, you spread the dough and put the sauce on while I get the toppings ready. I'll show you a real pizza with everything on it. Me and my dad once made a pizza like this one. It was delicious!" Trunks licked his lips as he thought of that pizza him and his father had made. It had the usual toppings--pepperonis, cheese, sausages, bacon, etc. It also had some unusual toppings like diced apples, oranges, bananas, chopped hotdogs, burgers, and other things like that that shouldn't be on any decent pizza.

Videl finished the pizza sauce. She turned around to see if Trunks had everything ready. Her eyes almost popped out. Trunks had various foods out either chopped or diced sitting in nice, little piles.

Trunks pointed towards a pile of cheese. "You can put that on the pizza," he told her as he started to dice a handful of apples.

Videl nodded, uncertain. When she finished putting the cheese on, Trunks started to sprinkle all of the chopped and diced products on the pizza. The finished pizza was at least an inch higher than everyone else's. Videl placed the pizza when the oven to cook.

About ten minutes later, the sound of ovens going off could be heard. Gohan's pizza was one of the first students to take out his pizza. The teacher went over and took a bite. It was one of the best pizza she had ever had tasted. She was braved enough to try the other pizzas her students had came up with. At last she came to Videl and Trunks' pizza. Her eye twitched. She didn't want to try the pizza but she knew she had to. She cut a tiny piece out of the pizza and took a tiny bit. She almost threw it up.

"The winner of the pizza contest is…Son Gohan. Everyone may it the pizzas you all made."

Trunks grin. He didn't care if his pizza didn't win. No body could beat a student of ChiChi's at cooking. ChiChi was the best cooker in the universe, maybe even farther than that. "Hey, Videl, are you going to have some?"

Videl shook her head. "I don't want to ruin my appetite for lunch. We have that next."

Trunks nodded happily. He was glad lunch was next. He was starving! He shoved the whole pizza, minus a sliver of pizza, down his throat in less than a minute. He walked over to Gohan who was eating his pizza slowly, very odd for a saiyan. "Gohan, are you okay? Are you sick? Can I have your pizza?"

"No, you can't have my pizza! Are you crazy?"

"Well, I thought you wouldn't want it since you're eating slow."

Gohan leaned down and whispered into Trunks' ear. "I don't want them to look at me weird for eating like you do."

Trunks stared at the students. Many faces were staring in disbelief at Trunks. All had seen Videl and Trunks' pizza, and many thought they were being funny and wouldn't eat that nasty pizza.

Pan was rolling on the floor in laughter. She had just told the blond teenager that he and his lovely wife, Erasa were on their third--or was it their fourth?--honeymoon. He couldn't believe he actually married that girl. Yeah, sure, they dated off and on. But marry her?

"Sharpener, are you going to eat the rest of the pizza?" asked Pan as she got up. She had to wipe away the tears her laughter caused.

"No, why?"

Pan reached over and took a slice of piece. "I'm really hungry. Time traveling took a lot out of my stomach." She shoved that piece down her throat. She grabbed two more, put them together like a pizza sandwich, and quickly ate it. "Did Dad ever tell that that saiyans have a very large stomach? My grandma, she makes the best meals ever. I don't know how she does it. She cooks like two hundred meals just for Dad, Uncle Goten, and Grandpa Goku. And that's just dinner!"

Sharpener choked on the coke he was drinking. "What? How can three people eat that much?"

Pan smiled as she ate another slice. "Grandpa Goku is a full-blooded saiyan. Dad and Goten takes after him. And if I'm really hungry, I'll eat just as much as them." Before the two knew it, Pan had eaten all of their pineapple pizza.

Videl backed away from the very odd child. "Hey, Gohan?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there something wrong with the kid?"

Gohan looked puzzled. "No. Why?"

"Well, he just ate that pizza."

"So? Vegeta taught Trunks how to cook like that."

"Vegeta? Who's he?"

"Trunks' father. Have you been to CC before?"

Videl nodded. Two years ago, her class visited CC. "Yeah. I remember this one guy there. He was short and muscular and really mean. I remember wondering why someone would let him carry around a toddler…" She swirled around to stare at Trunks. "Was that Vegeta?"

"Yep."

Megami-sama: Well, M-sama has finally found time to actually write this chapter. Do you know how hard it is to actually find time on the computer in M-sama's house? Very hard.

Trunks: Yeah, sure. How about all of those hours on the internet? You could have been writing.

M-sama: **glares at Trunks** M-sama didn't have the drive to write then. So I couldn't……

Trunks: **rolls his eyes** Whatever.