Disclamer: I do not own any Dragonball Z characters. I only own my own creations and nothing else.

A/N: I'm having trouble writing, so this probably won't be that great of a chapter. Sort of going with whatever comes to mind, not too much planning involved, but I promise I'll try to make it interesting. I think I'm going to wrap up the story soon, because it's hard to mantian it at the moment, and it's kind of drawling on anyways. Who knows where my writing career will go afterwords. Maybe some plot-fics, or just some senseless humor shorties. Maybe a romance! o_O I dunno. -.-; Maybe not.

Anyways let's just get on with the chapter, shall we?

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Everyone looked at Chi-Chi expectantly, waiting for her brilliant plan. She blushed slightly. 'I shouldn't be doing this. Goku needs his studies!' But no sooner had the thought escaped the vacinity of her mind had she looked at Goku's expectant face. He really had been miserble lately...and so had she. Hell, everyone had been miserable for the last week.

'Just this one time I'll help,' she thought reasurringly to herself, 'Besides, just one time won't hurt, right?'

"Well?" Vegeta asked, breaking the silence and awakening Chi-Chi with a small start from her thoughts.

"Okay," Chi-Chi said after taking a breath, "I'll help. Calling in sick will do fine for school, but just this once!" She said this last bit sternly, looking around at them all with narrowed eyes, "You can't go skipping a lot of school!" Vegeta and Piccolo mumbled some, as the other's nodded, somewhat dismally. She gave a pert nod of satifaction, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But," Piccolo pointed out, looking at Chi-Chi through half closed eyes, "We just told you that calling in sick won't go well with football. And that's the main thing we want to skip."

"Yeah," Krillin agreed, as Goku and Vegeta nodded, "It's evil." Krillin said this quite matter-of-factly.

Chi-Chi sweatdropped, closing her eyes, "Well, let me EXPLAIN and we might actually get to that part." She opened them again, her eyes flashing to Piccolo again. He blinked some then leaned back, giving her a small glare in return.

"Bulma," Chi-Chi said, begining to release her plan, "You will call the school, immitating our sorority leader. You'll say that 18, Bulma (or you, you know), and I have caught a contageous virus and are unable to come to school. Piccolo," Piccolo blinked some, "You'll do the same, but you'll be immitating your frat. leader, and tell that Vegeta, Krillin, Goku, and Piccolo (or yourself anyways) are ill."

"Why me?" Piccolo asked, lifting an eyeridge in confusion.

"Because," Chi-Chi said shortly, "I don't think the other guys would be mature enough to be able to carry out the whole thing in a calm voice."

"Hey!" Vegeta growled some, "I could do it!"

Piccolo smirked looking at Vegeta, "I highly doubt that."

Vegeta gave Piccolo an angry scowl, "Why?!"

Piccolo couldn't resist. "'Cuz your a little bitch."

Vegeta trembled with anger, gripping his hand into a tight fist. "How many times..."

"I'm not sure," Goku cut him off, oblivious to Vegeta's obvious anger, "But It's been atleast twenty times that you've told him not to call you that."

"Thank you for counting, Kakarot." Vegeta sweat dropped, glaring angrily at Goku.

Goku grinned airily, "Any time!"

"Why deny the truth?" Piccolo asked with a small smirk, regaining Vegeta's attention, and anger. He seemed amused by Vegeta's towering temper, smiling cooly and waiting for the impending attack. He was ready for it. It was inevitable that Vegeta was going to attack in rage, and Piccolo planned to teach Vegeta a little lesson on who is boss by bringing his knee right into Vegeta's stomach. 'Heh, that'd teach the little-'

"If you even think about touching each other," Chi-Chi said with a cool tone of annoyance, "Then you can plan to go to school and football on your own tomorrow. Both of you."

They looked to her, blinking slightly. With a small irritated glance at each other, they stuck out their tongues out as a final little insult. They then turned their backs to one another stubbornly, arms folding over their chests. Chi-Chi shook her head as if she had just been denying children their candy, and then looked around at the others. Piccolo crossed his arms, his smirk returning.

"You're right to choose me as the mature one," He said, glancing at Goku, Krillin, and Vegeta. "Last time we were prank-calling, those three couldn't help but crack up laughing."

~*~ Flashback ~*~

The phone rings. A woman turns off the water she is using to wash her dishes and dries her hands quickly on a small hand-towel, then picks up the still-ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Hi."

She can hear faint snickering on the other side of the conversation.

"Who is this?" She asks, putting one hand on her hip, using the other to keep the phone against her ear.

"Um, no one." Comes the reply.

More faint snickering, then a small "ow."

"..."

Hurried incoherent whispering arose in the background. "Oh yeah-um, is your refridgarator running?"

"...Why wouldn't it be?"

A pause. Then: "Huh?"

"Yes, it's running." She rolls her eyes at the oldest trick in the book.

Another pause, then another "ow," then snickering. "Well you-you better go catch it!!!"

"..."

Loud laughter erupts, then a click. She shook her head, hanging up. Then returned to the dishes, whistling.

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Piccolo shook his head at the memory. "That was truely pathetic."

Goku crossed his arms and pouted, "Well she confused me! She didn't just say "yes!" That threw me off. And I kept forgetting my lines."

Piccolo sweatdropped as he closed his eyes. ( -_-; )

Someone cleared their throat. "Anyways, ready to hear my plan on how to skip football?"

All eyes returned to Chi-Chi once more, everyone blinking slightly. "Sure." Vegeta scoffed as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms confidently, as if amused and ready to see what Chi-Chi had in store for them all. 'This should be good.' Vageta thought, then smirked a bit to himself, 'Miss goody-two-shoes, coming up with a plan to do something naughty. Ooo, you bad little girl, you.'

"Well," Chi-Chi started, quite simply, as she looked around at them all with a grin, "I happen to know that Coach Titebutte has a little addiction. A weakness, you might say." Everyone looked quizantly at her, waiting for her to continue. "He likes alchohol. A lot."

"He's an alcoholic?" Bulma asked, blinking in surprise.

"Not exactly..." Chi-Chi said quickly, then paused slightly. "He really likes to drink, but he usually has pretty good control of how much. I guess you might say he is an alcoholic, but I don't beleive it is really a neccesity for him."

'Yup, he's an alcoholic,' Vegeta thought to himself.

"'Pretty good' control?" Piccolo pushed.

'Yeah, after he went to rehab or something,' Vegeta snickered inwardly.

"Well, he has a history of loosing his control numerous times." Chi-Chi said.

"How the hell do you know all this?" Vegeta asked with a small growl, "What, is he your grandfather? You know about ol grandpa gettin' into the booze?"

Piccolo snickered as Chi-Chi growled, "No, of course not, you idiot." Vegeta growled at being insulted, but didn't get a chance to spit a retort back, "I overheard some teachers talking."

"When?" Goku asked, blinking a little.

"Well, they didn't know I was there. I had come into the lounge to pick up something for one of my professors," Chi-Chi explained, then paused, her eyes darting from one side to the other in a suspicious way, "Well, actually I was supposed to knock first, but I wanted to get a look around the place."

"Oh, daring." Piccolo rolled his eyes, his antennea drooping a bit. Chi-Chi glanced at him in irritation then continued, ignoring him, "Anyways, there was a coke machine that blocked me from their veiw, and I heard the mention of 'football coach' and decided to listen for a bit. That's how I heard."

Vegeta nodded slightly, and Piccolo and Goku, as well as the others, all looked at her still. "But Chi-Chi," Bulma said slowly, then grinned nervously closing her eyes as she sweat dropped, "What's the big deal? A lot of people enjoy drinking."

"True, but not like him." Chi-Chi said, "He has self-control--to a point. But, if he doesn't watch himself, he could find himself very intoxicated. "

"So, you want us to spike the water at football or something?" Piccolo asked.

"No, we can do it before practice. Then we can do what we like sooner." Ch-Chi said.

"How?" Goku asked.

A grin spread over Chi-Chi's face, "I also heard that he always goes to the bar every Friday night. Right before football practice."

"Okay, so what, we can let him get himself drunk?" Piccolo blinked some, "Well, that'll be conveiniant." His eyes closed as he sweat dropped.

"No, he won't get drunk unless we make some modifications to his drink." Chi-Chi said, her grin spreading. Goku looked at her nervously. He had never seen her look this mischievious before. Truthfully, it was unnerving. "How will we do that?" He asked meekly.

"We'll need a distraction for the bartender," She said, glancing to Piccolo pointedly, who blinked, "And also, we'll need a stand-in bartender to screw up his drink. He usually just orders a mild martini, but we'll have to..." She paused and smirked, "...Spice it up a little."

"Damn," Vegeta murmered, "The gossip went into detail so far you even know what drink he orders."

"I know," Chi-Chi said with a smirk, "Which is good. So now, I know exactly what we can do to get him smashed."

Goku watched Chi-Chi with a nervous expression. Seeing her so crafty-looking made him nervous. She usually was either angry- or happy-looking, not evilly clever. He shifted a bit in his seat, glancing at her. She smiled and kissed his cheek, "Don't worry Goku, I have it all planned out." He smiled slightly in return.

"I'm scared to ask." Piccolo said, with a small sigh. Chi-Chi beckoned them all foreward, an eager grin on her face. They leaned in close, as she began to reveal her plan.

"Are you insane!?" Vegeta broke the long, stunned silence. "There is no way in HELL that I'm going to-"

Piccolo burst out into hysterical laughter, breaking the enraaged saiyan off. "Oh," Piccolo gasped, then laughed a while longer, "This is going to be SO good!" He laughed harder, causing Vegeta to fume even more. His face was red, teeth clenches together roughly, his fists in tight balls. They trembled slightly, "NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING TO DO THAT!"

"You're doing it," Chi-Chi stated firmly, glaring at Vegeta. "Whether you like it or not."

"Besides," Bulma was trying not to anger Vegeta further, but couldn't help but smile, "Goku will be doing it with you, so atleast you won't be alone. Right?" She giggled a little bit, trying to keep a straight face. She failed miserably.

"OH, WONDERFUL!"

Vegeta yelled, his eyes darting to Goku, who looked rather displeased at the sitution as well, "NOT ONLY WILL I BE HUMILIATING MYSELF, KAKAROT WILL BE THERE WITH ME! I FEEL SO FORTUNATE!" His glare shot back to Bulma, who now looked very angry herself, and fed up with Vegeta's complaining.

"FINE," She said, "You can just GO to football and school, have fun ON YOUR OWN!"

Vegeta face faulted slightly, still looking angry. He finally exhaled heavily through his nose, and sat dwn on the couch in unresigned defeat. "I can't believe this." He growled and looked to the side, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest.

Goku just sat there, pouting a little. "Man...This stinks."

Chi-Chi smiled and kissed Goku's cheek, putting her arms around him comfortingly, "Don't worry." She smiled again and kissed his lips softly, her look and tone reassuring. She smirked faintly.

"It will be worth it."

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Hey, sorry for the long long wait, but I have been able to write a lot more, and have most of the next chapter ready to go already! I'd like to get atleast five reviews before I post it, though. But, if I don't I will still probably post it next Sunday or Monday. ( January 11-12 ) Please review!