M-sama: I'm mad at Trunksie right now. I got a new side kick! **pulls new side kick into the screen**
Kid Vegeta: **glares at M-sama** How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to be your side kick!
M-sama: **gives K. Veggie a puppy dog look** Please! It would make Trunks so jealous. Wouldn't that be fun?
K. Veggie: Fine. After a couple of these stupid little things, I'm leaving to beat that purple hair freak up. Got it?
M-sama: **nods** Perfectly!
Chapter 9: History Class Pt. 1
Trunks--not Chibi Trunks at Orange Star High--was being cross-examine by his mother and his best friend's mother. It seems that several minutes ago, his younger self had call the harpy to tell her about Pan. This was not what he needed! Why did he have to be a trickster as a kid? Sure it was fun to destroy other's lives--but his? Trunks slumped forward on the couch and buried his face into his hands. Why him?
"A grandbaby!" ChiChi repeat for the millionth time.
Bulma ignore the blabbering woman. "So let me get this straight. You and this Pan girl were making out when our Trunks transported the two of you to this timeline. How can this be? Mirai Trunks came to the past of his timeline--which happen to be this timeline--and changed it completely so that you all grow up. But then wouldn't you have known that yourself would do this to you so you could avoid it when you're older?" Bulma sounded like everyone would be able to follow her logic. Only her future son could really understand it. Vegeta was still trying to connect some dots to his wife's logic.
Trunks shook his head. "One would believe that to be true. Loopholes could work only in theory. There really never is two of me in this timeline. If there were, we would cancel one another out, destroying us both. No more Trunkses--it may even cancel out all of the other Trunkses in the other timelines. We can never be sure of how many different timelines there are. Once a person goes 'back in time' they create another time identical to theirs except from where they landed--thus making two separate people looking identical to the other except--"
"Who cares about all of this science crap! Your mother just wanted you to confirmed everything! How in Kakarot's Hell did I raise an idiot of a son like him?"
Trunks raised a lavender eyebrow. "Kakarot's Hell?"
Bulma giggled at her son's expression. "Ape man there decided 'hell' was strong enough word. He figured that a normal 'hell' wouldn't faze Goku much. But if there's a 'hell' made especially for Goku--that would be worst than anything--thus Kakarot's Hell." Vegeta glared at her.
ChiChi interrupted the little family reunion or whatever you would call it. "I want to see my grandbaby! Now!"
"Uh, I don't think that's a great idea. If Gohan doesn't kill me when he comes home, he'll definitely would kill me if I brought you to school."
ChiChi, dubbed 'The Harpy' by the Briefs' men, glared at Trunks. She waved a finger at him as she yelled, "Don't you talk back to me, young man! You're not completely off of the hook, yet! What were you doing making out with my grandbaby? You better not be just trying to get her pants then leave her brokenhearted. I know your type. Rich, handsome, young men like you do it all the time to the unfortunate pretty, young miss who just happens to be too innocent to recognize a playboy like yourself. After you had your pleasure and get tired of her, you'll throw her away like a rag cloth! Nine months later, she'll give birth and you would claim it isn't yours. I'll not have you do that to my grandbaby! I'll send you to Kakarot's Hell if I have to--and you won't ever escaped!"
All three Briefs stood up to glare at the black hair princess. "How dare you!" screamed Bulma. "My little boy would never do something like that!"
"How would you know? You're never watch your son. He's always forcing my Goten to horrible things!"
Bulma was ready to smack her friend. "It was Goten's idea to hold up that ice cream store. Goten's idea to play hid-n-seek with International Air Forces! The list could go on!"
ChiChi just glared at Bulma. There was nothing she could say to that. Goten did tell her that those incidences were his ideas not Trunks'.
"I would never do that to Pan! I love her!"
And just like that, ChiChi went from raging mad to delirious happy. She squealed and hugged the now very confused purple hair saiyan prince. "Why didn't you say so? I can't wait to plan the wedding! White lilies? Or red roses? Maybe have those tiny purple flowers weaved in her hair. She could wear my wedding dress! It's the purest white there can be." Her eyes narrowed at Trunks. "She still can wear white, can't she?" Trunks nodded quickly. "Good. Now lets find my grandbaby!"
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It was just Gohan's dumb luck that his history class was learning about the Cell Games. He would have been very happy learning about Hercule Satan's entire life--starting with the egg and sperm of Videl's grandparents. Well, maybe not that early in the Champ's life. That would be disgusting. Gohan gave a little shudder as he thought of it. To get it out of his mind, he looked down at his daughter sitting in his school chair. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. His judgment probably was a little off. He heard of parents you thought that their children were the most beautiful children in the world. Her beauty reminded him of someone special, like the raven hair beauty seating next to Pan, Videl. His eyes narrowed, see nothing, as he was lost in thought. This was the reason why the teacher's face popping out of nowhere startled him.
"Son Gohan! Since it looks like you think you know everything about the Cell Games that you don't have to listen to me, why don't you tell the rest of the class about it?" Gohan walked slowly down the steps to the front of the room. He heard Trunks cracking up in Erasa's seat and wished he could blast him to ashes.
"Um, the Cell Games were a tournament that Cell made up." Gohan tried to remember the story Hercule made up for the media. Gohan could only remember that Hercule said that he defeated Cell. So that's want he told his class.
"Is that all, Mr. Son? Don't you have more to say on the subject?" Gohan shook his head. "Haven't you heard it the whole story on the TV?"
"Well, I don't watch TV that often. My mother thinks it's just a waste of time to sit in front of it all day."
"Surely your mother would let you watch the Cell Games! Hercule saved the world that day."
Pan in the back stood up. She marched down the steps to stand in front of her father. "I would my father need to watch the Cell Games on the TV when all it would do is bring up bad memories. My Grandpa died fighting Cell! And Hercule wasn't the only person to 'save' the world! Grandpa Goku saved the world a ton of times. Even my father! In fact," at this point, Pan was to mad to even keep her mouth shut about one thing she knew her teenage father would want her to keep quiet on, "it was my dad here who really killed Cell! Grandpa Hercule was never strong enough to take on the weakest Z Warrior!"
"Grandpa Hercule?" came a female voice at the door. The woman took a step forward. She felt her forehead and said in a loud whispered, "I think I'm going to faint." Luckily for her, a certain saiyan prince just happened to 'help' her break her fall. The two crashed into the hallway floor.
The prince struggled to sit up. "Get this harpy off of me!"
Gohan moved to lift his mother off of Vegeta. "What are you doing here?" Gohan saw Future Trunks standing next to Bulma. He growled at him. "Why did you bring them here?"
"I couldn't stop ChiChi! She wanted to meet Pan." Gohan knew that ChiChi almost always get her way.
The teacher came up to the group. "Son Gohan! Who are all of these people? If you want to throw a party, do that at home--not in school! I demand these people get off of school property."
Bulma glared at the lady. "Do you know who I am?"
The teacher shook her head. "Should I?" she said very snotty like.
Bulma crossed her arms and smirked. Gohan thought she was spending way too much time with Vegeta. "I'm Bulma Briefs. If you kick me out, I'll stop giving donations to this school."
The teacher's eyes widen. "I didn't know. Please, stay." She hurried back to her desk. She thought it was about time that she retires. She had heard of all of the weird happenings today. What has the world turn into? She took out a piece of paper to write to her boss.
Meanwhile, Videl Satan had tuned out the last part of Pan's statement. "Gohan couldn't possible kill Cell. He can't be that strong."
Sharpener sadly shook his head at his friend. "If Gohan can be the Gold Fighter and mostly a ticking time bomb, he could be stronger than your dad."
Erasa waved her hand in front of Videl's face. "Hello? Didn't you hear the rest of what that girl said? She said your father was her grandpa!"
Videl turn to look down at her blond friend. She did a double take. "When did you get here? Weren't you sick?"
Erasa grin at her. "I was. Glue called me from her cell phone telling me how much I was missing at school. So during lunch I came here. You were talking to me at lunch, remember? I thought I told you why I was here." Erasa rolled her eyes at Videl. "Back to the topic, are you and Gohan even going out right now? It seems you'll marry Gohan in the future and you have that girl down there."
Videl turn to look at Pan. "What? Pan's my daughter?" she yelled at loud.
Pan's eyes widen as she looked up to see her future mother topple down in a faint. What have she done? She knew it wasn't a good idea to announce--even unintentionally--that you were someone's parent if she still wanted to be born.
Gohan, too, glanced up at Videl. Him and Videl? No way! She hated his guts. Or did she?
M-sama: Opps! I just realized something. Erasa was in the last chapter and she's supposed to be sick!
Kid Vegeta: Baka! Baka! Baka!
M-sama: Shut up! Anyway, I'm cutting this chapter into two parts. First of all, I'm thinking it's gonna get a lot longer and plus I'm at a writer's block right now. I know how much my loyal fans--
K. Veggie: What loyal fans?
M-sama: **points to the readers** Those fans!
K. Veggie: **starts laughing** Those aren't loyal fans! They're just people who comes to read your junk for a good laugh. Then they talk amongst themselves about how bad you are. Stupid woman!
M-sama: **crying** You're so mean! I want a new side kick!
K. Veggie: Good! I never wanted this job. **walks away**
M-sama: **looks sad** I need a side kick.