AN: Not too shabby on the updates, eh? Moving on! A, B, C, D, E, F, G…I do not own DBZ! I know that disclaimer has been done before, but I'm running out of ideas for 'em!

Chapter Three—More Stuff Happens

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee

And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

-"Forgive, O Lord," by Robert Frost

At the sound of a knock on the door, Yamcha heaved himself out of the chair where he had been so comfortably residing. He and Master Roshi had been…ah…exercising. At the moment, the old guy was still glued to the screen. Yamcha sighed. He was that bored.

Due to the nature of the television viewing going on, Eighteen had chosen to absent both herself and her young daughter Marron from that area of the house, as they usually did while Master Roshi enjoyed his aerobics. Krillen had just been loitering around, but when the sky had gone dark, he had taken off. Yamcha had recognized the darkened sky and lightning as being the marks of a summoned dragon, but for some strange, inexplicable reason he just didn't feel like going off and checking into what could potentially be a new enemy that would try and kill them all.

For some reason, he didn't want to get involved with that, no matter how bored he was.

Stretching his arms over his head, he strolled down the short hallway, and opened the screen door. A grin crossed his face. "Hey, Krillen. Who summoned the Dragon?"

"I don't know," the former monk sighed. "But I think I know what the wish was."

"What?"

Gohan chose that moment to bounce forward. "Hi, Yamcha!"

The bandit's eyes narrowed for a minute; then recognition flooded his face, and he nearly choked. "No way…it can't be…" He knelt down to the child's eye level and studied the small face a little more carefully before asking, "…Gohan?"

"The one and only!" Gohan proudly proclaimed.

"But…but…" Yamcha sputtered, standing up to his full height again. "You're…a kid!"

"Yup!" Gohan said happily. In the half an hour or so since he'd been chibified, he was actually starting to act more and more like his childhood self. But he still didn't know how old he was. "But I've still got an eighteen year old mind. You should have seen it when I ran into Krillen. He started freaking out, and then he passed out, and I had to catch him before he hit the street, 'cause it would have made a really big mess, and—"

"Whoa!" Yamcha held up a hand. "Slow down. You're acting like a kid again, Gohan."

"Duh!" the chibi replied, exasperated, earning a slight chuckle from Krillen. "Anyway, I don't want to go home yet until I figure out how to explain this to my mother, so Krillen said I could come here and let you guys know what was up before I went home and tried to explain it to my mom."

"Fair enough," Yamcha nodded; he turned and pushed open the door to the Kame house. "Come on in. We'll see if we can come up with an explanation for ChiChi. Hungry?"

"Always!" Gohan bounded into the house.

The two men and one child walked down the short hallway and back into the living room from whence Yamcha had come. Master Roshi was still sitting on the floor, eyes glued to the television screen, doing his morning *ahem* exercises. He didn't even notice a small child with a goofy haircut creeping up behind him and peering over his shoulder.

Gohan's eyes widened. "Whoa…" Even to his eighteen year old mind, some of this was new. After all, sex ed didn't come anywhere close to covering everything!

The Turtle Hermit ignored the chibi and kept all of his focus on the screen. But he couldn't ignore the voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. Namely, ChiChi's voice. But then again, that was just plain impossible to ignore.

ChiChi's voice screeched, "Don't you dare let my son watch that garbage!"

All four of the people in the room looked around in bewilderment for the source of the voice. But ChiChi was nowhere to be found. In fact, the three members of the party with the ability to sense ki found her energy signal to be currently residing at the Son house.

Master Roshi blinked, but nobody could see it because he had his sunglasses on. But then again, he always had his sunglasses on. He hadn't taken them off in years. In fact, he wasn't sure if he could see without them anymore, he was so used to seeing the world through black-tinted lenses instead of the traditional rose colored. But anyway, he scratched his head in confusion. "How does she do that?"

All he got for an answer was a collective shrug from the other three people in the room.

It was only then that the Turtle Hermit noticed the peculiar condition of one of his compatriots. Unlike the others, it didn't take him but a second to put a name to the young face, which was still peering around his shoulder to watch the fascinating images on the television screen.

Krillen saw this as well, and dove across the room to switch the TV off.

Roshi grumbled, but returned his attention to the chibi. "Gohan? Is that you?"

"Yes, sir!" Gohan bubbled, then paused. Okay, why was he acting so much like his six year old self or however the HFIL old he was, anyway? He knew he was eighteen! What was the deal?

"Did the Dragon have something to do with this?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Ah."

"We're just letting everyone know," Gohan explained. "'Cause Krillen got really freaked out, and we don't want anyone to do what he did."

"What did he do?" Roshi asked, light flashing across the lenses of his ever present sunglasses. Honestly, had he ever taken those things off for any measurable period of time? Was it just something that all leaders of martial arts schools named after animals wore or what?

"He made a lot of funny noises, and then he passed out."

"So?"

"We were about a thousand feet up."

"Oh," Roshi nodded in understanding. "So, does your mother know about this yet?"

"Nope," Gohan shook his head. "I was hoping that maybe you guys could help me figure out an explanation. Something I can tell my mother."

Oolong and Puar chose that moment to come flying into the room, arguing at the top of their lungs. Only Kami knew what about those. Those two always seemed to be debating over something.

Puar noticed the strange child in the room first, and stopped fighting long enough to say, "Hey, don't I know you?"

"Yeah…you look familiar," Oolong agreed.

"I'm Gohan," the chibi sighed, starting to get a little tired of explaining it. But before he could go on any further, there was another interruption.

"What's going on?" a stern female voice asked from the doorway. Eighteen had appeared, leading Marron by the hand. The little blonde girl looked around in fascination.

"Oh, someone summoned the Dragon and wished that Gohan was a kid again," Krillen explained, jabbing a finger in the chibi's general direction. "So he's trying to figure out what to tell his mom."

Eighteen studied him for a minute, then actually smirked. "Nice haircut."

Gohan groaned. Why did his mother have to do this to him? Why, why, why? Why couldn't he have been wished back to a time when his hair was allowed the freedom to fly around in its natural spikes? Why, why, why? And why in the name of every deity imaginable did his mother have to giveh im the stupid 'do in the first place? This wasn't a hairdo, it was a hairdon't.

It was only then that Gohan noticed something else that was kind of strange. Marron was standing next to her mother, holding one of her mom's hands. Her other hand was waving at Gohan, and she was standing on one foot, using her other foot to rub the back of her leg. Her chin was tilted down, and she was batting her eyes coyly.

After a minute, Gohan got it. Uh-oh…this might be a problem…

"Uh…maybe I should go home…yeah…I gotta…um…explain this to…uh…Mom…yeah…" he stuttered, feeling his face go red. Wait…she was three freakin' years old. Why was he sweating over this?

He didn't wait around to find out the answer to that, though. He made a quick exit and was off into the sky before anyone could stop him.

Yikes…that was almost creepy… Gohan sighed, thinking about Marron. She was too young to flirt, gosh darn it! And he was eighteen years old! She was three! Wasn't that a felony or something?

And besides, even if he was stuck being however old he was, there was always the obvious danger of gaining Marron's affections. Namely, her mother. Gohan had no doubts that Eighteen would personally kill any boy who might even dare to think of breaking the girl's heart.

To top it all off, before he had been reduced to his chibi self, Gohan had kind of been considering asking Videl out. Not that he actually thought she would say yes, but hey, it was worth a shot. And to HFIL with whatever teasing Krillen and Yamcha were sure to come up with!

Gohan zipped past the shore, where the ocean met the land, and over the forest. As he grew nearer to his house, he grew more and more nervous. How would his mother react to this?

He suddenly realized that he had left his book bag, loaded up with all of his textbooks, back at Master Roshi's house. Or maybe he'd dropped them on the island. He couldn't remember. Not that it mattered too much. They had gotten soaked when he'd taken his little plunges into the ocean, and for all intents and purposes, they were probably ruined. Not that he cared any, but his mother was probably going to have a few choice words for him about his lack of concern for his education. And if angered enough, Son ChiChi might very well decide to have some batting practice. Her Almight Frying Pan of Terror would be the bat, and Gohan's head would probably become the ball.

Unless, of course, she was too shocked by the current situation of her son to even remember to be angry. It was a long shot, but hey, stranger things had happened to him. Like when he had started hearing Videl's voice in his head…Vegeta had said it was normal for a bonding pair, but the psychiatrist had prescribed him those nice pills, so he wasn't sure exactly what that was about. But he'd eventually just figured out how to block the voices out. He was pretty sure Vegeta was right, though, and that the shrink was jealous because he couldn't hear any voices. Dumb psychiatrist.

The little house appeared below him, and he swooped down to land in the large expanse of grass that was the Son family's front yard. He tiptoed up to the door, peering around anxiously for any sign of his mother. But he saw none. A quick check for ki proved that both his mother and his brother were safely tucked away inside the house.

Another thought occurred to him: how was Goten going to take the fact that his beloved big brother was no longer…well, big? How would he react to having an older brother who was now his size? And how would he explain to Goten why they were now approximately the same age? Oh…this could end up being very, very complicated.

Gathering his courage, Gohan tapped on the front door. He didn't want to barge in. That would probably make his mother very, very angry. He wasn't quite sure why, but the strangest things tended to set his mother off. Best to just let her find things out for herself.

"Just a minute!" ChiChi's voice crooned from beyond the closed door. He could hear her bustling around, most likely tidying up something that had managed to slide a few millimeters out of place. ChiChi was always cleaning, though. In fact, Gohan was almost positive that if some crazed author was to write a story about his family, the Son family matron would either be cleaning or cooking, because that was just what she always did.

He hopped nervously from one foot to the other, waiting for the door to open and the axe to fall. And hopefully, when the axe fell, it would manage to do something about his ridiculous haircut.

And finally, the door opened, and Son ChiChi stepped into the doorway.

Her eyes locked with Gohan's.

AN: Uh-oh…ChiChi's about to find out what happened to her baby. Hehehe…oh, and very soon, maybe next chapter, Gohan finds out the who and why behind the wish. Yay! The next couple chapters might move a little slowly, but then after that, we'll probably start jumping blocks of time. I have four freakin' months to fill. And for those of you complaining about the moptop, I might do something about it…but then again, I might not. You never know…

BTW, I do have a lovely twist for this story. It'll be along in a few chapters. There will eventually be a little bit of Gh/V in this story. And no, not like that, you perverts! Geez…stop thinking like Master Roshi! Heehee, J/K.