AN: Chapter 8! I'm just on a writing kick as of late. I think it's because there's a couple more things that I already know are going to happen that I really want to get to. But anyway, I don't own DBZ or the Robert Frost poem that lies beneath my chapter titles.

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Chapter Eight—Uh-oh…

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee

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

-"Forgive, O Lord," by Robert Frost

Gohan was amazed by the abundance of good weather. They could have had a typhoon or something, but instead, he got to spend his relived childhood days in blissful sunshine. Every day, when he opened his eyes and saw the wonderful sunlight flowing in through his bedroom window, he sent a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god, goddess, nymph, or whatever it was that controlled the weather.

Then he went outside to play.

At the current moment, he and Goten were playing a game of Tag—Saiyan style. That meant that rather then tagging each other, in order to make the other person It, they had to slam one another into the ground as hard as they could. It could have been compared to the human game of Ultimate Tag, which some of you might not know about, but it's a favorite to play in the choir room at my school, leading choir directors to play unkind April Fool's jokes about giving students referrals…but I digress. After about thirty seconds or so, they were both already battered, bruised, bleeding, and having the time of their lives.

Actually, they seemed to be having a lot of times of their lives as of late.

Goten was It. Now, Gohan wasn't quite at his brother's level. Goten was stronger and faster at age seven then Gohan had been, but fortunately, Gohan was smarter. So Gohan relied on cunning, rather than speed, to avoid being tagged…er, tackled. And thus far, they balanced out quite nicely, with each of them having taken their turns at being rubbed facedown in the dirt.

As the sun started sinking lower in the sky, they both collapsed onto the ground, panting with exhaustion, and filled with a tired happiness, Gohan especially. So this was what it was like to be a kid! This is what it meant to have fun and play and not have to worry about anything.

Even his mother apparently understood Gohan's need to enjoy this renewed childhood while he had it, and hadn't been pestering him much about his studies. She had, however, ordered him to go get his schoolbooks from where he had left them—he had forgotten to bring them home with him when he had left Master Roshi's island. Although the order had been made two weeks ago, Gohan was putting it off as long as possible. Once the books were back in his desk, he was afraid that his mother would decide to do something drastic, like glue him to the chair so he couldn't get away from his studies.

Son Gohan didn't procrastinate, unless it was something that would condemn him to almost certain death by frying pan. Besides, he just wanted to be outside and enjoy his revived childhood.

Still panting, Gohan sat up and grinned broadly at his brother. Something about being around that kid just brought out Gohan's inner child; the fact that his inner child came running out screaming with waving arms and ki blasts afiring wasn't his fault. It just happened that way.

"So…what do ya wanna do now?" Gohan asked enthusiastically.

"I dunno," Goten replied just as happily. "I thought of Tag. You pick the next game."

"Umm…" Gohan thought hard. "Hide and seek?"

"Yeah!" Goten jumped to his feet and started hopping up and down with excitement. "You count to a hundred, and I'll go hide!"

Before Gohan could even begin to summon up a protest, Goten had disappeared into the forest in search of a hiding place. Gohan sighed, and closed his eyes to begin the count. But like the child he was so thoroughly becoming, he did what any child would probably do when asked to count to one hundred. He cheated a little bit. "One, tw…skip a few…ninety nine, a hundred!"

Having completed the countdown, he opened his eyes and peered around. "Ready or not, here I come!" With the warning sounded, he dove into the forest in search of his sibling. It didn't take him long, though. He just followed the ki.

That was another advantage Gohan had: Goten wasn't anywhere near as adept at sensing ki at this age as Gohan was. So for Gohan, this game was more of a joke than anything else.

As soon as he found Goten, they both hightailed it back to the house so Goten could take his turn at being the seeker. As soon as the countdown started, Gohan was off into the forest, searching for a hiding spot that wouldn't take Goten all night to find.

Eventually, he just dove under the waterfall, waving a greeting up to Piccolo on the way under. The Namekian was meditating (surprise, surprise), and simply raised an eyebrow in response, then went back to his in depth contemplation of whatever it was he was conducting an in depth contemplation of, completely ignoring the children and their game.

Fortunately, Gohan had been trained to hold his breath for lengths of time that bordered on the obsene, so hiding underwater worked just fine. But he wasn't a fish, and soon he felt his lungs starting to burn. He resurfaced, and was preparing to take another deep breath and resubmerge when he heard what he had come to know as…it.

"You have better not be drowning out there, Son Gohan!" ChiChi's voice screeched.

He blinked. "How does she do that?" Then he shrugged it off and dove back under the water to await his anticipated discovery by his brother.

It only took Goten half an hour to find his brother, and the game continued until the sun was setting, and they heard their mother's voice calling them to dinner. As the two chibis headed for home, waving goodbye to Mr. Piccolo on the way, Piccolo secretly thanked Kami for the relief. Gohan was acting his age as of late, and to be frank, the Namekian found it quite irritating!

Dinner was consumed fast—as most meals eaten by Saiyans were—and the children were outside within a short period of time to resume their game. Their poor mother was left staring at the skyscrapers of dirty dishes, muttering to herself about ungrateful children and frying pans.

"Do you wanna pick the game this time?" Gohan bubbled. Then he remembered—he was supposed to be eighteen! Yet here he was, acting like a game of Tackle…um, Tag was the most amazing idea in the universe!

"Sure!" Goten nodded fervently. "Umm…" As he pondered this life altering question, his eyes raised towards the sky, where he caught a glimpse of a figure soaring through the air, heading for their house. He momentarily forgot about the selection of game, and squinted to try and see who it was.

When the person got close enough for him to pull out an identity, Goten grinned. "Look, brother! Videl came over to play!"

Gohan also turned his eyes skyward, and grinned. Then he took a deep breath. With Videl around, he needed to act like his eighteen year old self, not like the seven year old he appeared to be. After all, this was Videl they were talking about.

She landed gracefully in the front yard, and strolled casually across the grass, humming audibly to herself. But although everything about her read calmness, she was definitely uptight about something.

"Hey, guys," she grinned, bracing herself for the whirlwind of chibi that hit her every time she came over. Namely, Goten, who had to give his big sister a hug. "What's up, kiddo?"

"Brother and me are playing games!" Goten replied happily, hanging from Videl's neck. "Hey, Videl, do you wanna play?"

"Maybe later, kiddo. I need to talk to your brother for just a minute, okay?" Videl said patiently.

Goten's face fell for a moment, but he quickly regained his cheerful mood and nodded. "Kay! But only if you promise!"

"It's a promise," she nodded. "Now can I talk to your brother?"

"Kay!" Goten agreed, letting go of her and scampering off into the house to alert his mother to the arrival of the girl who, if ChiChi had anything to say about it, would be her future daughter in law.

"Hey, Gohan," Videl said amiably, sitting down in the grass next to the chibi. Then she did a double take and half smiled. "The hair. Big improvement."

"Goten cut it while I was asleep," he replied mournfully, and she laughed. "So what do you need to talk to me about?"

That uneasy look came back to her face, and she fidgeted a little bit. "Gohan…you said you're stuck in your seven year old body for how long?"

"When the wish was made, it was four months," Gohan replied, sounding exactly like his eighteen year old self. If Goten brought out his inner child, then Videl brought out his inner adult. "But now…let's see…a little over three months now, I guess."

"Oh…" she answered absently. It was only a single syllable, but it conveyed volumes.

If only Gohan could figure out what the volume were, exaclty. "Is something wrong?"

Rather then the expected denial and reassurances that everything was fine, Videl looked him straight in the eye and said, "Yes. Something is wrong."

He blinked. "What?" A pause. "Does it have something to do with Goten's wish?"

"Yes."

"What's up?"

Videl sighed. "Think very carefully, Gohan."

Gohan looked blank.

"Something coming up in a month," she continued, trying to get him to think of it on his own.

Gohan looked blank.

"Something big and important," Videl coaxed, starting to feel exasperated.

Gohan looked blank.

"Something everyone's been talking about at school! How could you not know?"

"I haven't been at school in three weeks, Videl," Gohan reminded her timidly.

She could have smacked herself in the head, but she refrained, and said, "You really don't remember what's coming up, do you?"

Gohan shook his head. "Nope. What is it?"

Videl took a deep breath and told herself that bad memory was just a side effect of his chibification. That way, she wouldn't have to borrow ChiChi's frying pan and smack him with it for forgetting something this important. "Gohan," she said evenly. "Prom is in a month. We were going to go together, remember?"

Suddenly, Gohan felt kind of sick. Uh-oh…this could be a big problem.

Scrath that. This was a big problem.

AN: Not as humorous as some of the other chapters, but trust me, there is a purpose for this. My mini twist! My little added spin on Gohan's chibification. This whole prom situation is one thing I've known was going to happen from the very start of this story, believe you me. I think it's more because my own prom is in less than a month, so I've got it on the brain. Props to Kioko, who was the only one who guessed. And read her stuff, too. Very talented author!!! Lots of fun Gohan torture ^^

But anyway, I hope all of you will stick with me. I've been writing on this story like crazy, and having a blast!

Remember—if thou should haveth anything thou wantest to see happen, drop me a line, and if it's something I can write up, I might put it in da story. I love my wonderful reviewers!!!!! You all rule!!! Until next chapter, ciao!