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Chapters 6-10
The three young demi saiya-jins all flinched at the sound of Chichi's dreaded frying pan. And her yelling didn't help.
"Poor Goku," Trunks said, while the Son boys needed in agreement.
"Where are we going to sleep Goku!" She screamed. Just then, out of nowhere, Krillen, Yamcha, 18, Marron, Oolong, Roshi, Puar, and anyone else who lives at Kame House appeared.
"What're you doing here?" Gohan yelled at them.
"Well, the Kame house blew up for no reason, and we'll never know why because even the authoress doesn't know how it happened, but she used as turn in the plot, where a theme of house blowing up is becoming very obvious. Also, we're staying at Bulma's and she said you and your class could stay over at her's," Yamcha told them.
"But, didn't she company over, which is why we got stuck with Trunks?" Gohan asked.
"Yes, well those people suddenly disappeared, so her house is all empty," Yamcha replied.
"Hey, why don't you go tell dad, Krillen, he and mom are around back," Gohan told his friend, who did just that. After several minutes, Goku came rushing out using Krillen as a shield, trying to get away from Chichi. He soon dropped Krillen, running over to hide behind his tall son.
"Protect me, please," he whispered in Gohan's ear. Gohan didn't reply; he was to busy dodging that oh-so-despised frying pan.
"You're on your own," Gohan told his father as he moved so fast that even his father didn't expect it. There was a loud clang as the frying pan hit Goku's head, then a crack as the thing broke in half. Everyone stared at the two pieces in shock.
"Wow," someone uttered.
Then, Goku started to do a little dance, singing, "The pan is dead! The pan is dead!" Over and over again. His sons and Trunks soon joined in on his little dance, ecstatic that the pan was forever gone. Chichi gaped at the piece in her hand, shocked as well.
"What just happened here?" Krillen asked after a while. Chichi was now glaring at her husband, children, and Trunks. "Well, why don't we head over to Bulma's," he suggested, seeing the look on Chichi's face, that clearly said, Kill them.
"Sure, everyone, go get your stuff," he told the students, stopping in the middle of his dance, than resumed doing so while the students went to get their stuff from the smoldering building.
"Grandpa, are you coming with us?" Goten asked, breaking away from the group.
"Well," he began, "I think that I'll stay here. Come visit me okay?" He told the boy.
"Okay," the littlest Son said before bounding off to stand by Trunks.
"Everyone ready?" Goku asked, getting yeses from the class, who were now so very much tired. "Okay, here we go!" He told them behind Instant Transmitting them to a room inside Capsule Corp. Dr. Briefs was busy watching TV with his wife, when Trunks, who'd snuck away from the group decided to surprise his grandparents.
"Hey Grandma and Grandpa," he said, floating upside down, his face right in theirs'. The two jumped, then resumed watching TV after they'd pushed Trunks out of the way.
"Hello," Goku said cheerfully, leading the group out of the room. "Gohan, why don't you three go get Bulma," he told his son, talking about Gohan, Trunks, and Goten. The teen sighed as his father began to show everyone around Capsule Corp., the Z gang putting their comments in here and there. It wasn't until he tried to take a step that he realized something had latched onto his leg.
"Hey, you want to come with us, Marron?" He asked the nose less girl, who nodded yes. Yelling to Krillen and 18, the four heading off in search of Bulma.
How the hell does he keep doing that?' Videl thought to herself.
'Doing what?' The voice in her head asked.
'Pop us in and out of all these places,' she explained.
'Oh, you're talking about Instant Transmission,' Gohan explained to the voice in his head.
'Instant wha?' She thought.
'Where ever someone's at, he could pop up there,' the teen went on.
'Whatever, I just hope Gohan and them don't realize I'm following them,' she thought, not realizing she was thinking that thought to Gohan. She didn't get a reply from that, for the teenaged Saiya-jin had stopped dead in his tracks. All day he and the voice inside his head had been conversing. He'd thought it was just a voice, like he'd been conversing with himself. He felt Videl's ki nearby, he had been ever since the teen and three chibis had broken away from the group on their quest to find Bulma.
'It couldn't be. No, not this. I can't be bonding yet! I'm to young,' the teen thought, his mind racing to find excuses.
'What's bonding?' Videl asked, still oblivious to the fact she was thinking to Gohan.
'Great, just peachy. How am I going to explain this one to mom?" He thought, inwardly groaning, not realizing Videl had asked him something. She watched Gohan, who, she thought, appeared to be deep in thought.
"Of course I am!" Gohan yelled out loud, much to the shock of the chibis and Videl, who was finally piecing the puzzle together.
'Gohan?' She thought.
"Yes," he answered, talking aloud, not wanting to admit they were bonding.
'What the hell's going on?' she thought, wanting to know.
'I'll explain later, Videl,' he answered in thought talk.
"Goten, your brother is weird," Trunks stated.
"That's for sure," the younger boy replied.
"What are you four doing here?" Bulma's voice asked.
"Goku sent us looking for you mom," Trunks told his mother.
"Where's he at?" Bulma asked.
"Where else? Getting food," Gohan replied, after a few seconds. "He was leading my class around, but I guess he got a little sidetracked," he went on. The new group of five (plus Videl, who was stalking them) headed for an elevator. "Videl, you might as well stop stalking us," Gohan called to his friend. Blushing sheepishly, the teen girl joined the group. The elevator went down and when the doors opened, the scene before everyone was mass chaos.
"Son Goku's hungry!" One kitchen person yelled out.
"More food!" One voice cried.
"Two hundred dozen dishes of chicken!" A chef replied to on of his assistants.
"Do we have enough food?" Another assistant asked, afraid.
"We better!" Replied to the person above.
"NO!" Screamed as voice as the chicken mentioned above burnt.
"Kami helps us!" One of the assistants said, then starting to cry in the fetal position.
"Master Vegeta wants more food as well!" Yelled out another. This may as well gotten the results of lighting fire under the peoples' shoes, for they starting cooking even faster than before. On that last one, Gohan raised and eyebrow, looking at Bulma quizzically.
"He's got them all scared to death," she sighed.
"Yeah, it was really funny. Dad blew up one of the chefs!" Trunks told the teen, laughing, Goten and Marron joining in, while Videl looked horrified. "No, maybe it was when he blew up the mailman!" This sent the chibis into another round of laughter. "Or it could have been when he blew up that store full of people!" Trunks told is friends, sending them to the point they were crying from laughing so hard.
"Are you sure it wasn't that time he blow up the stove?" Goten asked.
"Maybe," Trunks answered.
"Think it could have been that time we went to the park and he blew up all the kids on the jungle gym?" Marron joined in.
"What about the time he deep-fried that dog, than ate it!" Trunks suggested. The three looked at each other and fell to the floor laughing.
"No more!" Marron and Goten pleaded when Trunks started going off on all of his father's killings.
"So Trunks, what his count this month anyways?" Gohan asked.
"Hmm, 273," the chibi answered.
"I'm out," Bulma told Gohan glumly.
"What do you need the money for anyways Bulma? You're the richest woman on the planet," Gohan asked.
"To pay for all the damage Vegeta does," she stated.
"So who's all in?" Gohan asked Trunks.
"You, Chichi, Yamcha, and Tien," Trunks told the teen.
"What did they say?" Gohan asked.
"Chichi said 300, Yamcha said 500, and Tien said 450," Trunks told Gohan.
'What are you even talking about?' Videl asked.
"Oh, we've got this bet each month to how many people are unfortunate enough to die at Vegeta's hands, and whoever comes closest wins," Gohan explained. "What? Why are you all staring at me?" He asked.
Bulma got a cheerful grin on her face, "Wait until I tell your mother your bonding!" She told him, running to the elevator, going to search for her friend. Gohan groaned, wishing he was anywhere but there.
"No, why can't I think of anything!" Dende cried out in frustration.
"Dende, don't you think you should drink something?" Mr. Popo suggested. The teenaged God sighed, admitting to himself that he was thirsty, went to the Lookout's kitchen.
"Why is there nothing here to drink?" He yelled out.
"Oh, I forgot, Goku came by yesterday," Mr. Popo apologized.
"That explains everything," Dende said. He sighed, then decided he'd pay a visit to Capsule Corp. "Later, Mr. Popo," he yelled before leaving. The genie sighed, then went on to water the flowers he loved so much.
"Eww, I think I'm going to be sick," a girl told her friends who nodded in agreement.
The Z fighters sat, waiting on Goku and Vegeta who seemed to be having an eating contest. Out of them all, only Chichi and Krillen were eating, other than the two saiya-jins of course.
"How can you eat?" Yamcha asked, amazed.
"You get used to it," Chichi replied, still unhappy about her broken frying pan.
"Chi, you have got to come here! I have to tell you something important!" Bulma yelled, rushing into the room, running so fast her breath didn't catch up with her for a full 20 seconds.
"What is it?" The glum woman asked.
"What's wrong with you?" Bulma asked, curious.
"Hwe phryng fhan bfoke," Goku told his long time friend.
"Huh?" Bulma wondered aloud.
"Chichi's frying pan broke when she hit Goku's hard head with it," Krillen explained.
"Really? I thought that thing would never break," Vegeta told the group; he'd finished eating.
"Well it did," she answered glumly.
"Where'd you get it?" Bulma asked.
"You gave it to me, remember? It was your wedding gift to Goku and me," Chichi told her friend. Goku looked mad when he heard those words.
"YOU GAVE HER THE FRYING PAN! HOW COULD YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!" Goku shouted so loud that Mr. Popo up on the Lookout could hear him.
"Oh yeah, that's right I did give it to you. Wow, that thing lived to be 18 years old," Bulma thought, wowed by the fact that her gift was infamous, while she herself ignored Goku's words.
"Mom, I swear," Gohan rushed into the room, gasping for breath, four chibis and Videl holding onto him for dear life. "I didn't know until just a bit ago," he told her.
"What, that Bulma was the one who gave me the frying pan?" She asked. The class was watching in confusion.
"She did what!" He yelped. Bulma gulped, for now she had all the saiya-jins attention on her.
"Stop it!" She yelled, their glares piercing through her.
"What's going on?" Marron asked her mom.
"Nothing much," Krillen replied before his wife could. "Who's your friend?" He asked.
"Pan," Marron replied.
"Well, how you doing Pan? And how'd you get here?" Krillen asked, crouching down so that he'd be eye level with the two girls.
"We were walking by one of the labs, and she was just sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out," Videl told the once monk.
"I don't feel well," the little girl answered.
"You don't?" Chichi asked, her attention now on the little girl who seemed familiar.
"No, my tummy hurts," she answered truthfully.
"Oh, well, why don't we take you upstairs," Chichi told the little girl, scooping her up in her arms. Marron told her father she was tired, and so all the chibis were told to go upstairs for some quiet time.
"Chi, your son's bonding," Bulma told her friend, running away from the three saiya-jins who were mad and into her lab.
"Gohan, is that true?" She asked.
'You know, your mom is kind of scary,' Videl thought.
"You think so?" He answered aloud, not realizing she'd spoken in his head.
"I guess that's a yes," Chichi answered her own question. "So, who's the girl?" She asked.
'You tell her,' Gohan thought to Videl.
'Me? Why me? She's your mother!' Videl thought back.
'Fine,' he answered glumly. "Videl," he told his mother.
"Sheesh, I'm really thirsty," Dende complained.
"Oh, hello, you're Dandy, right?" Mrs. Briefs asked, seeing the Namekian, and remembering him from the Nameks stay with them.
"It's Dende," he answered.
"Sorry, would you like something to drink?" She apologized.
"Sure!" The almost dehydrated God answered cheerfully.
"Here you go," she said, handing him a drink. "It's my favorite, a Pina Colada."
"Yum, that's really good!" He told her. "Thank you so much!" He felt inspired and headed to the Lookout.
'Oh, Dende, guess who I'm paying a visit to,' the teen thought, wondering how scrambled eggs and fried Kami would taste. He'd seen his mother and Videl go from dislike to pure hatred, and the guy's poor ears were to the bleeding point. It didn't help that the two were playing a game of tug of war, with Gohan's arms in place of the rope they'd normally used. 'On second thought, maybe I should have mom make Kami stir fry instead.' He went on thinking thoughts like that for a long time.
"Meditating here at this waterfall is so boring! Why am I here?" Piccolo asked himself. He decided he'd go visit his favorite human, Son Gohan.
"You little hussy, stay away from my boy!" Chichi yelled at Videl.
"I don't want him!" Videl yelled. The two were still playing tug of war with Gohan. This had been going for well over an hour.
"Hey, where's Pan?" Mirai Trunks wondered aloud.
"Tien, I'm bored!" Choatzu whined.
"Same here, why don't we go see Goku and Gohan," Tien suggested. The two felt their friend's ki at Capsule Corp. and that's where they headed.
"I wonder what everyone's doing? Why don't I go to Capsule Corp. and see my old friend Bulma," the ditzy Launch said to herself, two days before this horror trip started.
"It sure is boring around here. Why don't I go see everyone over at Capsule Corp.," the Ox King told himself minutes after they had left.
"Okay, so let's put everything together. Son Gohan is not only the oldest son of the legendary Son Goku, but he's also the son of Chichi, daughter of the Ox King," Jessica thought aloud, trying to piece together the day's events.
"Doesn't that make him a prince then?" Her friend, Amber, wondered.
"You're right, he would be," Jessica went on.
"And he knows THE Bulma Briefs and her family," Katie, another friend of Jessica's piped in.
"This day has been just too, too weird," a friend of the three girls, Tim, added.
"Kami helps us all!" The teacher yelled, breaking down mentally, her small brain not being able to handle the info of that day.
"Sorry lady, but I'm having too much fun just watching you guys!" Dende cracked up.
"Dende, what are you on?" Mr. Popo asked.
"I don't know, some drink Mrs. Briefs gave me," he answered truthfully.
"Yajirobe, I want you out of my tower before the end of this hour!" Korrin yelled at the lazy man.
"But where am I going to stay?: The guy whined.
"What about that place? Oh what was is? Oh, yes, Capsule Corp.!" The cat suggested before kicking the guy out of his tower. Grumbling the guy uncapsulized his car and headed to Capsule Corp.
Coincidently, everyone but one arrived at the same time. And they found a bunch of students and one terrified adult outside.
"Hey kids," the Ox King called out, recognizing them from before. But, alas, other than the group of four students who'd figured everything out, they were all scared witless and could barely walk, let alone talk. (Hey another rhyme!)
"Where is Son Gohan? I know he is here," Piccolo asked his bark seemingly worse than his bite. Jessica, being the bravest, pointed to the building. "Never mind, I'll find him myself," he answered after realizing they were worthless.
"Come on," Tien told them. By that time, Sharpener had seen Launch and made her way over to her.
Just then Mirai Trunks in his time traveling machine popped up at Capsule Corp. and those going inside stopped.
"Are evil androids attacking again?" Krillen asked. Every Z fighter and Videl that had been inside was now out.
"No, I'm looking for a little girl, names Pan," he told them in one breath, worried about the little girl who was like a niece to him. Of course, Chichi and Videl were still playing tug of war with Gohan, screaming insults at the other.
"Pan, you say. Orange bandana right?" Krillen asked.
"Yes," Mirai answered, getting excited.
"And she has black hair, right?" Krillen went on.
"Yes," Mirai answered even more excited.
"And she has blue eyes?" Krillen asked, getting ready.
"Yes," Mirai yelled, extremely excited.
"And, she looks kind of like Gohan, right?" Krillen asked. At that, Chichi, Videl, and Gohan stopped what they were doing. Pan had looked a lot like Gohan. They stood in shock at that last thought. Of course, just to make it better, let's say a mischievous God had something up his sleeve.
"Oh, hello. You know, she's talking about me," Dende waved from the Lookout.
"YES!" Mirai yelled out.
"Never seen her before in my life," Krillen lied to the guy. Mirai looked like he was about to cry.
"Ah, ah, ah, AH-COO!" Launch sneezed. The ditzy brunette was now replaced by the tough ass blond chick. "What the fuck? Where the hell am I?" She yelled, pulling out her trusty Tommy gun.
"Hey, I can't believe it's you!" Bulma yelled, rushing over to her friend.
"Bulma?" The tough ass bitch asked, surprised.
"LAUNCH!" Tien yelled.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Launch asked.
"That's what I should be asking you!" He yelled back.
"The court order clearly said 500 feet!" She screamed.
"What's going on?" A small voice asked.
"PAN!" A relieved Mirai yelled, rushing to the little girl.
"Hey, look, its Mirai me!" Chibi Trunks yelled. The Trunks' stared at each other.
"Why are there two Trunks?" Goten asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine is," Vegeta told the boy. By now, people were starting to gather around Capsule Corp.
"What court order?" Bulma asked.
"He married the ditzy me, and I divorced the guy, pulling a court order saying he had to stay five hundred feet away from me at all times," Launch explained.
The sight to be seen was a funny one. There were two people, a blond with a Tommy gun and a guy with three eyes screaming their heads off at each other about some court order. Then, there was the sight of two women who looked liked they'd stopped playing tug of war, and a guy in the middle, all three staring back and forth between the guy and a little girl, who looked kind of like the guy. The little girl was being held by another guy who was staring at a kid who could pass for him if the kid had longer hair and was older. Then there was the little boy who appeared to be hanging out with Vegeta, a known mass murderer, along with a little blond girl. Then there was the really short guy with black hair rolling around on the ground, laughing, while another blond woman looked annoyed. There were also a ton of assorted people hanging around, including a seven foot tall green man, who, with a little bit of surgery could become the Jolly Green Giant. And, finally, the were about fifteen or so people who looked tired, terrified, or both in few cases. So in all, a very interesting and disturbing sight.
A/N: I love that last paragraph. It just summarizes the scene so well. Well, I hope you enjoyed chapter's 6-10. I'm going to go work on the last 5 in a few minutes. I do not own anything, and the students who put it all together, somewhat, I used my friends' names.
