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LILY: Hello everyone! I'm back! I know, I know, took long enough too, you know? And I humbly beg for your fogiveness. WRITER'S BLOCK! BLAH! You know how it is.

MIRAI: *sighs deeply* Well, here's an idea. Get to your story, and make it really good, and they might forgive you. Maybe.

LILY: *sweatdrops* Well, I suppose you have a point. Ok then, here we go! Ah, but first the disclaimer.

LILY: But now, you should all know the drill, and if you don't, don't come crying to me! Heh heh, um....yeah...I don't own the characters of DBZ. I own my clones, my own mate Mirai Trunks *points to her mate who just sweatdrops but doesn't say anything*, Mystic Gohan, Gambit from X-men Evolution, Neil from the Final Fantasy Movie, Kou Leifoh from the Bouncer for the PS2 game, and my newest clone, Inuyasha, my Demi-Demon Doggie! *pounces on said hanyou and starts tickling his kawaii ears as Inuyasha struggles in vain to escape* They're all mine, except for Gohan, he's my best friend's mate. So now on with the story.

LILY: Oh, and keep them reviews coming, k? Enjoy ladies and gents.

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The Dare

Chapter Twenty Six " Aliens Are Attacking! "

Piccolo scowled as he finally spotted the familar yellow dome of the Capsule Corporation building ahead of him. He sighed in frustration as he narrowed his eyes, not really looking forward to running into Vegeta of all people.

"That damn brat is gonna pay for taking my cape!" Piccolo vowed, as he landed in a blink of an eye, and stormed towards the entrance of CC, merely sending a glare at the security guards as he passed. The elder of the three, sweatdropped, and quickly moved to hold the door open for the Namek.

"Uh......good evening, Mr. Piccolo. We haven't seen you here in some time....." The man said nervously as Piccolo paused to narrow his eyes at the man, before brushing past him.

"Eh......well, have a good day Sir. Oh......um.......you look different. Don't you usually wear a long white cape?" One of the younger men suddenly asked, trying in vain to sound polite, knowing from the rumors between the staff of the 'boss's family and odd friends' that often dropped by unexpentantly how dangerous this green...er....'man'....was.

Piccolo growled softly at the younger man, before turning and storming through the door.

"Geesh, Jones! Are you trying to get us all killed?!" The elder guard asked the younger man in shock once Piccolo had disappeared.

"I need a vacation." The younger guard, Jones, murmered.

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Bulma growled to herself as she finally caught up with the class and teachers, sending a glare towards Mirai and Gohan. The two demi-Saiyan sweatdropped, having no idea what they might have done wrong, as Bulma walked towards them, only pausing briefly to speak with them.

"Mirai, when I find that spoiled little eight year old Prince, you're gonna have the luxery of being an only child." Bulma said to her pale faced son, before continuing towards the front of the class.

"Ok ladies, gentleman, and students, sorry about that. I hope you all are ok? Great. Then maybe we should head outside, and we can all have lunch? My staff has already set up the picnic tables for us, so we can all head out there now. If you'll just follow-" Bulma began but was cut off when the door suddenly flung open, hitting the wall so hard it fell off, only hanging off one of its hinges at a wierd angle.

There, in the now cleared doorway, stood a very pissed Piccolo.

Gohan nearly wet himself.

Then he nearly started sobbing as he heard the class grow eerily quiet, before a loud frantic scream was suddenly heard.

"IT'S AN ALIEN!"

Mirai sweatdropped.

"If only they knew." Mirai muttered, but shut up when Gohan sent him a deadly glare.

"Where is he?!" Piccolo asked, his voice dangerously calm and his tone icy.

Gohan sighed deeply.

"Where is who, Mr. Piccolo?" Gohan asked.

"YOU KNOW THIS.....THIS.....ALIEN, GOHAN?!"

Gohan sighed again as he ignored the panicking mass of teachers and students behind him.

Piccolo raised an eyebrow, but decided against commenting, and instead repeated his question.

"Where is Trunks?" Piccolo asked.

Gohan and Mirai blinked, before looking at each other in confusion.

"The brat! Not the time traveler." Piccolo said impatiently.

"Oh....um.....we haven't seen him, why? Come to think of it, we haven't seen Goten or Pan either." Mirai began, looking at Gohan curiously.

"I knew it! It's a sign! It's an omen!" Gohan cried in panic as Mirai sweatdropped.

"That brat stole my cape and I want it *back*!" Piccolo said, starting to loose his impatience.

"Why would he-?" Gohan began as Piccolo's eye twitched.

"How the hell am I supposed to know why that demonic child does what he does?! He's Vegeta's spawn!" Piccolo said angrily.

"Hey! He's my son too, you know! Even though you do have a point. Er....not you, Mirai dear. You're the exception." Bulma said, smiling sweetly at Mirai.

"Um...thanks?" Mirai asked sheepishly.

"Anyway, like Mirai said, we haven't seen them. You can try to find them if you want." Gohan said.

"Thanks. I'll *do* that." Piccolo said, starting to turn and hunt down the chibis in question, before he suddenly remembered something. With a confused scowl, he turned back to face Gohan.

"Oh and one more thing. Who's the black haired girl with the tail they were with?" Piccolo asked.

Gohan sweatdropped.

"Uh.....that'd be Pan." Mirai said, knowing if he said anymore Gohan would flip, especially when his classmate's were huddled in fear behind them.

"I see. She a Saiyan?" Piccolo asked as Gohan sweatdropped but nodded slowly.

"I thought as much. I suppose when she said I trained her father, she was talking about you, Gohan?" Piccolo asked as Gohan nearly fainted.

"WHAT?! Gohan can't be that kid's father! There's no way!" Someone shouted as Gohan sweatdropped.

"I'll explain it all later, Piccolo. I promise." Gohan said.

Hesitantly, Piccolo nodded, then turned and stormed out of the room.

"Well, that was......er.......interesting....." Mirai said.

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE AND IT'S ALL GONNA BE GOHAN'S FAULT!"

Gohan glared murderously at him.

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"Well, that wasn't so hard." Trunks said with a smirk as Pan smacked him.

"What are you talking about?! YOU didn't do anything but grab the dragonball! Goten was the one that distracted the bird for you!" Pan cried.

"It would figure the first dragonball would be in a Tyridactal nest." Trunks said.

"Come on, before she gets back." Pan said, grabbing Trunks' arm and flying back down towards the ground several miles below them.

Several minutes later, Goten finally joined them, random twigs and leaves sticking out of his hair as he rubbed his bottom gingerly as he scowled at his best friend.

"Why do I always have to be the bait, Trunks? Why can't you do it for once?" Goten whined.

"Cause dummy, *I'm* the one with the brains!" Trunks said as Pan rolled her eyes.

"Come on, if you're so smart how come you didn't figure out that the Daddy bird would be around too?" Pan asked, crossing her arms.

Trunks sweatdropped.

"Well.....I did.....I mean......ah forget it! The important thing is we have the first dragonball. And besides, it wasn't a bird." Trunks said, looking at Pan like she'd grown another head.

"Whatever. Let me see the dragonball!" Pan said, making a grab for the golden orb, but Trunks moved away from her before she could grab it.

"We have to get out of here first. We have to find the rest, remember? And besides, you can see the next one. *I'll* hold onto this one so you guys don't lose it." Trunks said, pocketing the ball.

"Hey!" Pan cried angrily, making a move to tackle the lavandar haired boy, when Goten interupted them.

"Guys, there's another dragonball on the radar. Ah....but it's over a hundred miles from here." Goten said.

"So? We'll just have to fly faster, baka!" Trunks said, snatching the radar out of the young Super Saiyan's hands, and taking off. Pan growled softly in aggitation as she shot off after Trunks, calling him a 'show off' as Goten blinked at his hands.

A moment later, Goten raced after his friend, calling for Trunks to wait up.

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"But why would they steal Piccolo's cape?" Mirai asked.

"How should I know. No offense to you, Mirai, but Chibi Trunks is just plain evil sometimes." Gohan said.

After Piccolo had left in search of the kids, Gohan and Mirai had decided it might be wise to try to help him. After all, the class was now worse than before, and didn't even trust Gohan anymore. After all, who could trust a guy that was friends with aliens trying to take over the Earth?

So Gohan and Mirai had set out, combing the halls and corridors of CC, in search of the trio, but a little less than an hour later, they still hadn't come across them.

They had, however, come across Piccolo and Vegeta at each other's throats, and half of a wall missing behind the two adult warriors.

After *that* had been resolved, though Gohan had no idea HOW they managed to pull that off without a violent death resulting from one or the other, Vegeta had gone back to searching for Goku to spar with, or to vent off on more accurately. And Piccolo had decided to allow Gohan and Mirai to assist him in locating the brats.

Or more accurately, to ask about one of them chibis in general.

"She's your what again?" Piccolo asked sceptically as Gohan sighed.

"Future daughter. Her mother's Videl. Mr. Satan's daughter?" Gohan said as Piccolo just shook his head.

"You Saiyans sure can pick them, can't you?" Piccolo asked.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Gohan asked.

"Well, your mother? Bulma? That oaf's daughter? I think you Saiyans just like strong women." Piccolo said as Gohan blushed scarlet and Mirai laughed loudly.

"I don't know what YOU'RE laughing at, future boy! Do YOU have a mate of your own yet?!" Gohan asked as Mirai blushed.

"Well....." Mirai began as Gohan froze in his tracks.

"No way. I was joking. You DO?!" Gohan asked as Mirai blushed again.

"Mika isn't really my *mate* exactly...." Mirai began as Gohan smirked at him.

"So you're saying 'not yet'?" Gohan asked.

"She's not! I mean......uh......" Mirai began nervously.

"What's she like? When did you meet her? She know you're a Saiyan?" Gohan asked curiously, chuckling a bit.

"Well, not at first. It's a long story. Basically, I met her.....ah.....a few years ago. Her parents had been killed by the Androids and I saved her from throwing her own life away and getting herself killed. After that, she asked me, or rather, demanded that I train her." Mirai said.

"Like I said..." Piccolo said as both teens sweatdropped and blushed.

"What's she look like?" Gohan asked.

"Well, she's.....well.......ah....." Mirai began, his face darkening with a blush.

"So she's pretty is she?" Gohan said with a laugh.

"Well.....yeah, she is. She's got waist length red hair she keeps back in a french braid. And the most amazing Hazel eyes." Mirai said.

"Ah, I see." Gohan said knowingly with a laugh.

"You earthlings, or more accurately Saiyans, and your rediculous emotions." Piccolo said, shaking his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mirai asked.

"Basically, for Piccolo, that translates to 'Love, who needs it?'" Gohan said as Mirai sweatdropped.

"Come on, we've been walking around CC for over an hour now. I don't think they're here." Mirai said.

"I suppose you're right. The only other place we haven't checked is your room anyway, Mirai. And I doubt they're hiding in there." Gohan said as Mirai nodded.

"It couldn't hurt to look right? But you're probably right. I mean, not even Chibi Trunks is dumb enough to-" Mirai began, as he opened the door to his room, before suddenly stopping and gaping into his room, his jaw hanging open.

"What is it?" Gohan asked, peeking inside, and looking around, but not seeing what was bothering Mirai.

"It.....it's......they..........but my........" Mirai began, muttering to himself.

Gohan and Piccolo looked at the lavandar haired warrior in confusion, neither knowing what was going on until-

"ARRRRRGGGGGGGG! MY SWORD! MY PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, *IRREPLACEABLE* SWORD! I'M GONNA KILL THAT BRAT!!"

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