Author's Note: You guys wanted more fun chapters, and here's one. More trouble produced by our favorite chibi duo . . . They've got it in for Gohan this time.

II. Dark Passions

*~* Chapter Thirty Six *~*

Naughty n' Nice

Trunks was bored. VERY bored. He'd been holed up in his room for hours now, with no tv, no computer, not even Goten to torment and terrorize, to pick on and beat up . . . he sighed heavily . . . all because he'd decided to have a little fun with a gizmo the Supreme Kai had carelessly left unguarded. It wasn't HIS fault, was it? It certainly was not! The guy shoulda had better security. Really . . . wasn't he supposed to be all powerful or something?

Besides, it looked as if the others had enjoyed a good laugh, too, especially after everything that was going on. No, Trunks didn't think that his punishment was fair, or necessary, but there was nothing he could do. Except sit and wait it out, of course.

He flopped down on his bed and frowned when he felt something poke at his side. He rolled over and removed a long, needle like object from his pocket. Trunks held it up so that it shone brightly in the sun.

What's this?

Oh, yeah, NOW he remembered. He'd stuck the thing in his pocket while in the room full of assorted gadgets, while Goten had been fooling with the stupid block that got them into the mess they were currently in. He grinned wickedly as he recalled exactly WHY he'd taken the needle.

He'd been planning to scare Goten's wimp of a father with it. Trunks thought of Goku's reaction ("No, Chichi, get it away, AHHHHHH!!!!") when the Supreme Kai had brought a needle for Videl before they stuck her in that vat of liquid goo and began to laugh, but then stopped. What was he going to do with it now? Well, he could always keep it for later, sneak up on Goku one day and . . .

He waved it around like a sword. It made swooshing and whistling sounds as it sliced through the air. Trunks suddenly leapt up, bouncing around on his bed, stabbing the needle at non-existent Saiyan creeps.

"HA!! Take that, you freaks!! HIII . . . YAAA!! You won't get me like you got Gohan!!" Trunks speared an imaginary bad guy in the stomach. "Got you, you suckah!!" he cried. More 'Saiyans' swarmed in. "Back . . . back I say!! . . . AHHHHH!!" He lunged forward, lost his footing and toppled off the bed, crashing to the floor.

He sat up and groaned, rubbing his sore butt while Trunks's other hand wandered around on the floor for his Super Saiyan Killing Sword, but he couldn't find it anywhere. "Man, where is that piece of . . ."

His eyes drifted down . . . down . . . down . . . and he nearly screamed at what he saw.

There was his Super Sword . . . imbedded in his belly. He'd been stabbed by his own weapon . . .

But he wasn't bleeding. It didn't even hurt!!

Trunks gapped. What kind of thing WAS this?! He reached down and slowly pulled it out, then tossed it aside. He yanked up his shirt, which had a small hole in it, and was shocked to discover no matching wound on his stomach.

It's a miracle!! I'm ALIVE!!

He grabbed up the needle and grinned at it evilly. Ohhh, but he could have some fun with this thing!! If he stabbed Goten with it, he'd think he was dying . . . and then he'd go into one of his dramatic spells, moaning and groaning and bitching and . . . whoops, he wasn't supposed to use that word. Anyway, it would be good, so funny to see.

In fact, he wanted to try it out now. Yes, now. Who cared it he was on punishment?! This couldn't wait!! He ran over to his window and threw it open, peeking outside. No one was around. He jumped out into the air and hovered around, feeling for Goten's ki. He found it and darted over to his room's window, where he tapped on it rapidly.

Goten's eyes grew wide and he rushed over, throwing the window open. Trunks flew inside.

"Are you TRYING to get us into more trouble?!" he demanded.

"ME?! You did it, not me."

"YOU'RE the one who was gonna beat up my Dad first. I was only repaying you, so it's YOUR fault."

Trunks waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look what I got!" He produced the needle from behind is back and promptly jutted into Goten's chest.

The younger boy stared down, then up and a grinning Trunks, then at his chest again. He clutched at his heart and groaned. "OH, GOD, YOU KILLED ME!!" He fell to the ground, rolling over and over and over while Trunks laughed is head off. "It's your Dad's fault!! He's evil, you turned into him, now you're evil, my best friend just killed me, I'm dying, NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Trunks kicked him in the back of his head.

"HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"Keep your voice down, stupid! If you cared to LOOK, you'd know that you're not dying. Baka," he scoffed.

" . . . . . . Hey, you're right!! I'm alive!!" Goten pulled out the needle. "You freak, what's your problem? Do you always go around stabbing your best friends?!"

"Don't be a doofus, Goten! I knew it wouldn't hurt, because I got stabbed too."

" . . . oh. Well, you're still crazy." He thrust it at Trunks, who quickly stepped out of the way. "Stand still you, I'm gonna get ya!!"

"Oh, no you won't!! You just try!! Come and get me!!"

And so the game of cat and mouse started, but came to a pause when Goten stopped.

"Umm, Trunks . . . my ma told me not to run around with sharp objects."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Only sharp objects that can hurt you. I think you're just scared that you can't catch me!"

"No way! I ain't afraid of nothin!! Here I come!!"

*~*

"PLEASE, Gohan, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!"

"No, Mom, I won't!! Now leave me alone!!"

"Oh, PLEASE, GOHAN, PLEASE!! JUST TELL ME!!"

"NOOOO!!!!" Gohan pried his mother away from his arm and continued on his way to the kitchen. She'd been following him around the house for the past of hour or so, begging him to tell her what he'd been up to with Bulma the majority of the afternoon. "For the one hundredth time, Mom, NO!! I won't tell you!"

"Well, why not?!" she barked, her hands on her hips. "You can confide in BULMA, but not your own MOTHER?!"

"It's always been that way," he said as if it were nothing as they rounded a corner.

"What does she have that I don't? Oh, so she's got big breasts-"

Gohan flushed. "Mom . . ."

"-a tiny waist, and she wears clothes that are pasted onto her body on occasion-"

"MOM!"

"-and she can flirt her way past anything that walks, and sure she's a genius with machines, but WHO'S THE BETTER MOTHER?! Huh?! Tell me, WHO?!!!"

"MOM!!! You're getting hysterical!"

"Don't you talk to me that way, Son Gohan. I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it!" she screeched.

Gohan just shook his head and darted into the kitchen, making a b-line for the fridge. He pulled out the ingredients for a sandwich and began stacking items upon items upon items on one slice of butter bread.

Chichi began to scowl. She shook a finger at him and said, "Gohan, how many times have I told you, butter bread is not as good as wheat! But, of course, leave it to BULMA to have something like that lying around the house . . ."

Gohan rolled his eyes and quickly finished what he was doing. He shoved everything back into the fridge and walked off with his snack in hand while his mother was preoccupied with one of her rants, hoping to loose her. Within minutes, the sandwich was in his belly, and his mother was no where to be found.

Life was good.

Now what would he do? Videl was probably still resting . . . it would be best if he left her alone for the time being. He could always find one of the guys, who were bound to be up for a good sparring . . . Yeah, that sounded good, but first, he wanted to check up on Goten. He'd looked very sad and scared when his mother had carried him up to a room for some solitary confinement. Goten wasn't a bad little boy, well, not most of the time, and he felt a little sorry for him. Chibi Trunks had probably dragged him into the whole fiasco that had taken place earlier that day.

It HAD been pretty funny. 'Vegeta' on his knees, his mother and Videl fighting over the two Goku's . . . okay, so that part wasn't that funny. Videl was NOT supposed to be attracted to his father. It was just wrong.

Gohan walked up to Goten's room and was surprised to hear squeals of laughter and shouts of "I'm gonna get ya" and "You're soooo slow" coming from there. What on earth was going on? Why was Trunks's voice coming from the room?

He opened the door and a tiny body collided with his leg. Gohan looked down to where Goten was sprawled out on the floor, dazed from his impact with Gohan.

"Woah, there! What were you doing?" asked Gohan.

Suddenly Trunks began to laugh. "Goten, you got him!! Look, look!!" He pointed down to Gohan's leg where the shiny long needle was currently resting.

Goten paled. Oopsies. "Er . . . sorry about that, Gohan. I meant to get Trunks, not you."

Gohan frowned down at the object. Strange . . . there was no blood, it didn't hurt . . . "Where in the world did you two get this from?" he asked, reaching down to pull it out. "And what exactly is it?"

Trunks looked nervous as Gohan removed the needle. He'd be busted if he said that he'd taken it from Shin's house . . . but no one had to know. No, not if he neatly lied his way out of it. "Ahhh . . . umm . . . well . . . you see . . . what it is . . ."

So much for being neat.

The second the needle was removed from Gohan's leg, he began to feel a little woozy. Gohan leaned against the wall for support and blinked rapidly as the world began to spin, faster and faster until he blanked out.

Goten let out a girly scream as Gohan fell to the floor with a thump, the needle dropping from his now limp grasp. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, we killed Gohan!!"

Trunks knew that he had to think straight, not to mention quick, because Goten's screaming was bound to get someone's attention. He grabbed one of Gohan's legs and began to pull him further into the room. "Goten . . . shut up and shut the door!"

The younger boy's mouth fell shut and he did as he was told. "Okay . . . now what?"

"Ah . . . er . . . help me stuff him into the closet."

Goten was horrified. "WHAT?! You want me to stuff my brother's dead body into a CLOSET?!"

"He's not dead, you idiot! He's still breathing. But if someone comes up here before he wakes up, we're gonna be in a world of trouble."

So the two little boys bent Gohan into an odd position and forced his body into the closet, leaving a tiny crack to that he could breathe. Trunks wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and stood back while Goten paced around, wringing his hands together.

The room was silent for a while until . . .

"What the fuck am I doing in a god damn closet?!"

The boys shared a scared glance. They'd never heard Gohan use those words before.

Trunks gulped. He must be really angry. Oh, man . . . I'll just tell him that it was Goten's fault. Yeah, that's right, Goten did it as usual . . .

BAM!! The closet door was knocked off of its hinges and crashed to the floor.

Goten grabbed at Trunks and squealed. Gohan stepped out of the closet and looked himself over in awe, flexed his muscles and grinned before pinning a glared on the two boys. There was something different about Gohan . . . his eyebrows were pointed slightly down, like Vegeta's, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Not to mention the way he towered over the boys threateningly.

"You did this?" he barked in a deep voice.

" . . . GOTEN DID IT!!" exploded Trunks, pointing frantically.

"I DID NOT, TRUNKS!! YOU STARTED IT!! YOU PUT HIM IN THE CLOSET!!"

"YOU HELPED!!"

"Quiet!" They quickly shut up. Gohan took a menacing step forward and Goten tightened his grasp on his best friend. "How? How did this happen?"

Goten nudged at Trunks. "You tell him!"

"Umm . . . the needle stuck you in the leg . . ."

"What needle?"

"Er . . ."

"Get it. NOW!" Gohan snapped.

Trunks dashed over and picked up the thing, holding it out to him with shaking hands. "H-here it is, Gohan sir. We're sorry, sir, we didn't mean it . . ."

Gohan snatched it away and looked it over. After a few minutes of turning it this way and that, he pocketed it. "Didn't mean it? I should thank you little twerps. You freed me from that jackass wimp."

Goten blinked. What? Freed him from who? What wimp? Man, Gohan's lost it. He's gone crazy. Mom and Dad and . . . VIDEL are gonna kick our butts . . .

"The jackass is still in the closet, cowering like a . . ."

"Jackass?" squeaked Trunks.

Gohan snickered. "Right. Do whatever you'd like to him, I don't give a damn." With that he walked out of the room.

Trunks cautiously stepped forward and peeked into the closet. His mouth fell open at what he saw.

*~*

Squeals, crashes and screaming from the floor above Videl woke her from her peaceful slumber. She rolled over onto her stomach and groaned. Weren't the demon children supposed to be in 'time out' or something?

Oh, well. I should get up, I guess. I've been sleeping long enough now.

She sat up, stretched and yawned, then moved to the bathroom. Videl turned on the shower and shed her clothes.

*~*

Now that Gohan was free, there were a few things that he was itching to do. Several things, in fact, and he couldn't wait to begin.

He would start with Vegeta. That egotistical jerk had a few things coming to him, and Gohan would be more than happy to deliver.

On his way to the gravity room, where Vegeta was bound to be, he ran into a woman with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. She scowled up at him.

"There you are, Gohan! How dare you run away from me?! You know better than that!!"

He looked the lady over, up and down. Her loud, shrill voice was giving him a headache. And just who did she think she was, anyway, yelling at him like that? No way she could be his woman, because she was just to old and too annoying. Besides, even is she was, he wouldn't let her get away with shouting in his face. "Just who the hell are you?" he demanded.

Chichi looked flustered. "W-what? Gohan, I'm your mother! The woman who gave birth to you, who raised you, who breast fed you, who-"

"Alright, alright, I get the point already! Now, out of my way, woman, I'm busy." He began walking down the hall again.

" . . . WOMAN?! Get back here, Son Gohan!" Chichi stamped her foot angrily. "Right now! Don't make me sic Videl on you!!"

Gohan paused in mid-stride. Hmm . . . a girl? "Videl who?"

"Your girlfriend, Videl! Have you lost your mind?"

My . . . girlfriend? A sly grin appeared on his face as he turned back to his mother. "Where is she, this . . . Videl?"

" . . . down the stairs, two doors on the left. You took her there yourself, remember? What is WRONG with you?"

Gohan just waved his hand nonchalantly at her and walked off, heading for the stairs. Vegeta could wait, the news that he had a woman was much more important than him.

*~*

"Goten . . . you've GOT to come and see this!"

Goten edged forward and peered hesitantly into the closet. "NANI?! WHO IS THAT?!!"

There, on the closet floor, sat a second Gohan, sitting Indian-style on the floor with a huge, goofy grin on his face. "Why, hello, Trunks, Goten," he said in a sugary sweet voice. "I've been trying to figure out why I'm in this closet, but I'm afraid I'm stumped. Maybe you two would know?"

"Trunks, this is just like earlier today! TWO Gohan's!" gasped Goten.

"But . . . but . . . HOW?!"

Gohan's head tilted to the side. "Is there something I can help you boys with? I'd be more than happy to."

Goten didn't like this nice Gohan's tone of voice. It was . . . creepy. He sounded like he'd sucked in a bunch of helium or something. "Umm . . . maybe you can. That other Gohan, who just left, who is he?"

"Oh, him. Well, he's who I'd like to call . . . the Naughty Gohan."

Trunks forced back a laugh. "NAUGHTY Gohan? I didn't know there was such a thing!"

"Oh, yes, he does exist, but usually, I am able to suppress his more naughty urges. Now he's escaped, and that could mean trouble," replied Gohan with a worried look on his face.

This time Trunks did laugh, and Goten had to elbow him in the stomach to get him to stop. "So, let me guess," said Trunks, giggling every now and then, "you must be the Nice Gohan."

"That's right, Trunks! What a smart little boy you are!"

Goten mentally gagged. Even his father wasn't THIS cheesy, and that was saying something. "How can we get you two back together? I miss the old Gohan already."

Nice Gohan sighed. "Well, we have to find him first and then . . . we can go from there."

The boys nodded, and they all stood around looking stupid for a few minutes.

Goten cleared his throat. "Umm . . . you've got to come out from the closet first."

"Oh, right!"

The three went into the hallway, unsure of where to start looking. Trunks frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Now, if I were Naughty Gohan, where would I go?"

. . .

. . .

"VIDEL!"

*~*

Videl was just finishing rinsing out her hair when she felt someone's ki enter her room. She'd gotten pretty good at detecting energy, but hadn't exactly figured out how to tell who's it was. Her hand immediately darted out and grabbed a towel. She turned off the water and wrapped it around herself. Now who on earth could THAT be? If it's that Yamcha, I swear I'll . . . then again, I doubt that he has a high enough ki to sense . . .

She stepped out of the tub and cautiously stepped forward. Videl jumped as the bathroom door slammed open. "GOHAN?!" she shrieked. "What in the world are you doing?!"

Naughty Gohan grinned at the sight of Videl, dressed only in a small towel. Seeing her brought forward selected memories, a few hot kisses that they'd shared, some steamy dreams, images of her in a bathing suit . . . He grinned. At least my good side has a little taste! Naughty Gohan stepped forward and licked his lips. "So . . . you must be my bitch."

Videl gapped. "EXCUSE ME?! Satan Videl is no one's bitch!! And you're not allowed to use those words, you know!"

"Actually, I didn't know." He took another step closer. "You mind loosing that towel?"

"Hell yes, I mind! Get outta here, NOW, so I can put on some clothes before I kick your ass!!"

Naughty Gohan just came forward again, his hand stretching out to grab at her towel. Videl sneered. "I TOLD YOU TO BACK OFF!!" She held out her hand and shot a ki blast at his chest and blew him out of the bathroom. He crashed into the opposite wall and fell to the ground in a slump.

She shot forward and darted out of the room, not bothering to grab any clothes. Gohan would be up any second, and she didn't want to be around when he did. Videl just hoped that she didn't run into anyone on her way to Bulma's room . . .

Naughty Gohan shook his head and got up, patting his charred shirt. Well. He didn't know that she could fight! He rubbed his head and grimaced. She was a fiery one. No doubt he'd have fun with her . . .

But later. First Vegeta, then Videl, then the world . . .

*~*

"Goten . . . did you feel that?" asked Trunks suddenly.

"That ki that spiked? Yeah, I think it was Videl," Goten replied nervously. "You don't think he tried anything, do you?"

"Yes, I do. Come on, let's go. And Nice Gohan, be prepared to fight your other self. He won't come on his own."

There was no reply. The older boy turned around and faced Goten. " . . . where's Nice Gohan?"

Goten turned, too, and groaned. The other Gohan was no longer behind him as he had been for the last five minutes as they searched each room on the floor for any signs of Videl. "He was right behind me a few minutes ago! He must've wandered off or something!"

"That idiot! Now we have to find BOTH of them!!"

Goten looked hesitant, then quickly said, "Let's go find the nice one first."

"Agreed."

*~*

Nice Gohan entered the kitchen of Capsule Corp. and smiled broadly when he saw his mother at the stove, removing a batch of sweets from the oven. He danced over to her side and gave her a great big hug. "MOMMY!! And how are you this fine, fine day?"

She turned to him and smacked him in the face with a spatula. "You've got some nerve, boy, coming to me like that, after that whole . . . thing in the hall."

"Ow!! I'm so sorry, Mommy, I wasn't myself. Please forgive me," he said, giving her his best puppy dog face.

As usual, it worked like a charm. "You're forgiven . . . if you tell me what you were doing with Bulma this afternoon."

"Why, certainly! A boy should never keep anything from his mommy! Now, where should I start?"

*~*

"NO, he didn't!" cried Bulma out of shock as she handed Videl a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Oh, yes, he did! I'm gonna find him, Bulma, and give him a BIG piece of my mind," grumbled Videl from the bathroom. She quickly dressed and emerged, angrier than she had been in quite some time. "Come on, let's go find Chichi. Maybe she knows where Gohan is."

"She was in the kitchen baking the last time I saw her. Let's head down there, shall we?"

*~*

"Trunks . . . I smell cookies."

"So?"

"So . . . maybe Nice Gohan went down to the kitchen for a snack, or maybe to see my Mom. I bet he's there."

" . . . you just want something to eat."

"So do you."

" . . . what are we waiting for, let's go then!"

*~*

As the others began to gather in the kitchen, Naughty Gohan continued on his way to the gravity chamber. Once there, he noted that the red light was on overhead, and smirked. Vegeta was in there- he had to be. Naughty Gohan shoved open the door, negating the gravity, and waltzed right into the room, much to Vegeta's chagrin.

"Boy, how dare you burst in while I'm training?! Have you gone blind, or did you no notice the red light?" he demanded.

Naughty Gohan grinned. "Oh, I noticed. I just didn't care."

Vegeta looked Gohan over, taking in the subtle changes in his appearance. His eyebrows, for instance, resembled his own, his devil-may-care stance, that smirk. "What happened to you, twerp? You're different."

"I'm better. No longer that geeky little wimp, Mr. Goody-two-shoes."

"Hurrah," sneered Vegeta sarcastically. "What the fuck do you want?"

"To challenge you to a fight, what else! I'll prove to everyone that I'm not a wimp by taking you down, while paying you back for being a jerk all those years ago."

Vegeta's eyebrows rose. Two challenges in one day? What was that green bean Dende up to?

*~*

Goten and Trunks arrived in the kitchen the just before Videl and Bulma. They all stared at each other, as if to ask 'What are YOU doing here?' before glancing at Chichi and Gohan, who practically lay in his mother's lap while she fed him cookies and brownies.

The boys had found their Nice Gohan. Now to pry him away from his mother's grasp before Bulma remembered that they were supposed to be in time out . . .

Videl was about to make a scene when Chichi grinned knowingly. "I know something you don't know," she sung, stuffing a large brownie down her eldest son's throat while stroking his hair at the same time. He purred loudly with delight, causing Videl to jump. She hadn't heard THAT before.

Bulma looked from Gohan to Chichi, then back to Gohan. "Oh, I don't BELIEVE you, Gohan!! You TOLD?!"

Gohan looked quite innocent. "Why, of COURSE I told, Ms. Bulma! I could not leave my mother out. She, after all, WAS the one who gave birth to me, who raised me, who breast fed me, who-"

"Alright already!" shouted Videl. "Enough with this cute act! Get up this instant, Gohan, so I can give you the butt kicking of your life!!"

"Whatever for, Videl, my love?"

"You know why!!"

Chichi turned to Bulma as Videl fussed at Gohan. "I knew I'd crack him eventually. I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Well, you tend to run your mouth about these sort of things . . ."

"I wouldn't, when it's this important." She fed Gohan one last cookie and made him sit up. "Well, I'll keep the little secret."

"What secret?" asked Videl curiously.

*~*

Vegeta got into his fighting stance. "Fine, boy, bring it on. I'll be happy to pound you into the ground."

"Pound ME?! More like you'll be the one crying out in pain when I get done with you! Hahahahaha!!"

Vegeta was surprised by Gohan's evil cackling and scowled. "Just who do you think you are? NO ONE laughs evilly better than me, Vegeta, Prince of ALL Saiyans, including YOU!" An intake of breath. "HAHAHAHAHA!!" Vegeta took a moment to clear his throat. "See?"

"Oh, yeah? Well, I can do MUCH better than that! Mwahahahahahaha!!"

Oh, no you don't . . . "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Bwahahahahahaha!!!!"

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Gyahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!"

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

*~*

"Nothing," both women said quickly.

Videl's eyes narrowed. "Right. It has something to do with ME, doesn't it? Tell me!"

"We can't," Bulma replied. Chichi nodded.

Trunks and Goten took the opportunity to pull on Nice Gohan's shirt. "Come ON, we gotta-"

All speech in the kitchen was cut off when eerie sounds of continuos evil cackling flowed into the room. Everyone stood rooted in their spots, looking around for the source of the sound.

" . . . my god . . . what IS that?" demanded Videl. "It's AWFUL!"

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Goten covered his ears. "Make it stop, oh please, make it stop!!"

Bulma looked angry. "I know that sound anywhere! That's Vegeta!"

"MWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!"

Chichi made a face. "Then WHO on earth is THAT?!"

Goten and Trunks gulped. They knew who it HAD to be- Naughty Gohan was having a who-can-laugh-like-an-evil-villain-better contest with Vegeta. Now they were going to be found out, and then punished AGAIN . . .

Oh, well, just as long as they got to the Gohan's together, so that the noise would STOP!

They al headed to the gravity room where a large group of most of the Z-Fighters were already gathered, minus Goku, Juuhachi and Piccolo, obviously drawn to the noise as they were. No one seemed willing to go into the chamber and see exactly who Vegeta was laughing it out with. Seeing that no one was going to go in, Videl shoved her way forward and shoved the door open.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!!!!" she roared, stomping up to Vegeta and giving him a right hook in his stomach. Then she turned to the mystery person and gapped. "GOHAN?!! How . . . you . . . but . . ."

Nice Gohan stepped into the room with a disaproving look on his face. "Hello there, Naughty. I see you've been a very, VERY bad boy indeed."

"Nice," sneered Naught Gohan. "You went and ruined all of my fun, as usual!"

Vegeta, who decided to ignore the fact that an onna had just punched him, looked between the two and shook his head. "I see . . . somehow, the two parts of the brat have split. Now we have Mr. I-think-I'm-So Bad and The Perfect Son."

The two boys came forward with guilty looks on their faces. Goten put on his best 'don't hate me cuz I'm too cute face' and said, "We did it. We're sorry. It was an accident!"

Videl frowned. "Let's get them back together. I want to old Gohan back."

Naughty Gohan suddenly looked extremely paranoid. He began to back up, waving his hands frantically. "On no!! You'll never take me, you hear?!! YOU'LL NEVER-"

Videl kicked Naughty in the face, then kneed him in the groin, sending him to the floor. The boys rushed forward, grabbing Nice by the arm and plucked the needle from Naughty Gohan's pocket. Nice grabbed his other half's hand and Trunks drove the needle back into Naughty. With a flash of light, the two came together as one.

Everyone sighed in relief as ONE Gohan got up from the floor, rubbing his cheek. Videl smacked him on the back of the head so hard that he stumbled forward and almost fell flat on his face.

"THAT was for calling me your BITCH!!"

*~*

Shortly after everything was settled, Shin came to the house to retrieve his stolen item. When Goten curiously asked why he and Trunks hadn't split into a good and bad person, Shin smiled.

"Children are all supposed to be good on the inside . . . although, I think you two may be the exception to the rule."

And then when asked why Naughty Gohan hadn't remembered Chichi, or Videl, Shin told them that it meant that his mother and Videl were associated with Gohan's 'good' thoughts and not his bad.

Goten and Trunks weren't punished, because they were already supposed to be locked up. They were sent to their rooms for the rest of the day; Chichi, however, sneaked them both some treats. After all, she couldn't have found out THE secret without them.

Gohan was begging for Videl's forgiveness, which she reluctantly granted provided that he never called her that word again, and that was that.

Krillin, however, was a little sad to see the needle go back to it's home with Shin. "Damn . . . why couldn't we have used that on Vegeta? We could've done away with the bad side!"

Videl snickered. "It probably wouldn't have worked anyway. Vegeta's rotten to the core."

Vegeta himself stepped up behind them with a scowl on his face. "Damn right I am, and don't you forget it." He then turned to Gohan. "Boy, I think you owe me a spar."

"N-n-nani?!"

"I haven't forgotten. Besides, your onna hit me, and since I cannot hit her back, I'll hit you," he said with a grin. He grabbed Gohan by the back of the shirt and dragged him off to the gravity room.

"No!! NO!! Videl, HELP!!!!"

Author's Note: THAT was long. Anyway, please review.

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