Double Hate

Disclaimer: DBZ (DB/DBGT) no owned by me humble self.

Summary: The two have seemingly forgotten—but will they ever forgive?

A/n: Heya! Welcome back to Double Hate! We're moving right along!

Kyoku: YEP!

Autumn: Well, yeah, with me everything moves right along.

Kyoku/SP: /Give Autumn the Look™/

Autumn: Except for my own fic, of course. Hee… /Unashamed/

SP: Riiiight…. Anyway, there's a bit of swearing in here, but it's only one word, used twice, and lotsa drama to go with it. There's yelling, anger, pouncing, vital information revealed, exclamation marks, laughter, flirting, seriousness, and a character's impending doom. Find out who is destined to fall, this chapter of Double Hate!

Kyoku: Enjoy!

Autumn: Yeah, enjoy MY masterpiece!

SP: You already said that, Autumn.

Autumn: So?!?! It's true, EVERY WORD!!

SP: /Rolls eyes/ Whatever…


Chapter Eight: Warnings and Conspiracies
Two more months passed in which the Harrison brothers were a little friendlier to the Z-senshi 2nd generation, but not much. Pan was still itching for a fight with Jeff, but hadn't found the time or the opportunity to do so. Trunks was simply overwhelmed by the amount of essays he had to write, even with his sister helping out. Bra had bounced back quickly from the surfing incident and was even now, in French I, considering dragging Pan to go shopping.

Marron at the moment wasn't speaking to her friend Natalie as they had had a huge fight only the day before. Jeff and Marc were their usual selves, except that Jeff wasn't so depressed on the five rainy days that had shown up to test him. The fifth day had been the cheeriest of them all, as Videl Satan, Jeff's main and only rival at OSH, had gotten pushed out into the rain, thanks to a prank played by the boy's soccer team. That had truly been a sunny day emotionally for Jeff and Marc.

Today, however, was the last day of school before the the Harrison brothers broke for Thanksgiving break, a break of three weekdays and the regular two weekend days, meaning it was Tuesday, and Tuesday was assembly day. And this assembly day was a special assembly day, for Senor Verez was kicking off early this day to take a vacation to Spain, for his birthday celebration. The Student Council was pleased, for it meant that they could now announce what they could not normally with Senor Verez there. Kind of sneaky, they knew, but if Verez knew they were on to him, their whole plan would be ruined. So the conspiracy was on.

As Jeff waited for the senior class president, Vanessa Wilder, to finish making her speech to the people, he took a sly glance around at his peers. The senior Student Council members smirked at him, as did Ren and Tobias, who was supposed to be in the junior section of the auditorium. Jeff narrowed his eyes at the delinquent junior and jabbed his index finger at the row behind him. Tobias just shook his head with a big grin on his face, making Jeff shake his fist at him.

"And now that's said, let's have our announcements. Jeff?" Vanessa looked meaningfully at the innocent-looking Jeff, who waved at her cheekily. The whole auditorium laughed at Jeff's playful insubordination to Vanessa, which had become famous around the whole school. Jeff had made a name for himself doing that same thing to the junior class president last year, and he was just continuing the trend.

Sobering down, Jeff jumped out of his seat and clambered up the stairs to the stage. His face was serious, until a remark from one of the seniors made him blink and glance to the side with a sarcastic look on.

"I'll thank you for your discretion, Miranda. Now if you'll let me start?" Jeff said, his tone matching his face. He startled another laugh out of the student audience, especially from Miranda, who was used to those kinds of comments. Jeff shook his head in mock-exasperation at Miranda before he turned to face the congregation again.

"Now, this is a very serious announcement I have to make. I don't even know why I'm the one making it," he complained suddenly. He was stalling for time as Verez' ki was coming nearer to the auditorium, which was right next to the front entrance of OSH. "I mean, I hate serious announcements. They take the fun out of everything!" Verez' ki was almost to the doors of the entrance.

"Get on with it, already, Jeff!" a voice called from deep within the auditorium.

"I will!" Jeff glared at the offending sophomore. It was likely Brian Hendricks whom had made that comment. Yep, it was Hendricks. Jeff spotted Verez finally heading out the door and raised a hand to wave after him.

"Bye, Mr. Verez! Have a nice vacation!" he called. Verez raised a hand back but didn't turn as he marched right out of the school, oblivious to the events going on right behind his back.

Jeff lowered his hand and muttered to himself, "Finally." His face got serious again as he stuck his hand back into his pocket.

"Now that Verez is gone," he projected, speaking to the whole amphitheater, "I can tell you about him. For those of you that are new and don't pay attention to the rumors, Verez is said to be a sexual harasser. For those of you that are new and do pay attention to the rumors, yes, Verez is a sexual harasser. The Student Council has been aware of Verez' criminal record since he came to this school, as has the faculty, but he hasn't done anything to the knowledge of both Councils. Now, however, there seems to be someone, a girl obviously, who has captured his interest, and Verez seems to be coming back with a vengeance. However," and Jeff had to raise his other hand to still the murmurs of the audience.

"However, the girl has managed to reduce the chances of her getting harassed further, and there is a possibility that Verez will be getting sued for the harassment he's already done. The Student Council has made further plans to take against Verez in case the lawsuit should fail, however. One of these plans is warning you, the public, the males and the females alike, about Verez. Another one is to tell you what to do if you see Verez, or any other person, harassing and/or assaulting someone.

"If you see someone, and by someone I mean a girl, being assaulted, the first thing you can do is call for help. Call 911, the police, whoever. The second thing you can do is to try and get the assaulter away from the victim. If you can't do that, get someone else nearby who can. If there is nobody else with you, grab something to hit the criminal with and go at him. Do NOT just leave the 'victim' (Jeff made quotation marks with his fingers) to suffer. That's a BAD idea. I think you can be charged for aiding and abetting a crime if you do that (1)."

"What do we do once we have the criminal away from the girl?" someone cried. Jeff looked at the person standing defiantly up and identified the ki as Son Pan's. Figures. That girl was all fire and no outlet.

"Once you've gotten the bad guy subdued, as in unconscious, NOT dead (awkward titters were heard at this), try and see if the vic is okay. Don't ask her if 'she's all right.' That's a stupid question. Ask her what hurts, can she move, etc. and, whether or not the girl wants to, take her to a hospital as soon as possible after the police arrive, to check for rape or anything like that. Do not listen to the girl if she says she's fine. She's not. If you have to, haul the girl by her butt if she's so stubborn. It is absolutely critical that you get her to the hospital ASAP, for she could have lasting internal injuries that could cause her to die. And we don't want that, do we?"

Jeff was faced with a giant roomful of shaking heads and "no's in answer to his question. He sighed, relaxing for the first time in, oh, about ten full minutes, and looked out at the audience once more. A junior caught his eye and he frowned again, this time with no-so-mock severity.

"Thank you, Tobias, for moving. Now stay there," Jeff scowled at the runaway under, er, upperclassman. The auditorium blinked at the sudden change of topic, but easily kept up as Jeff re-addressed them (for what, the fifth time?).

"Friends and fellow students of OSH, and teachers too," Jeff added, seemingly as an afterthought (snickers and scoffs alike were audible), "I present to you the captains of the girl's extraordinary, extraordinary field hockey team." He dramatically swept his arm to the mentioned girls and bowed to them as they got up. Raven just flapped a hand at him while Eliza giggled in response. Jeff, grinning hugely, quickly got off the stage. As he said, he didn't like to be the bearer of bad news, never did. He knew a couple of people who could stand to do this, however, none of them went to OSH anymore. Drat.

The announcements that followed were considerably less grievous in subject, and also took less time. When the assembly ended, the students poured out of the auditorium, chatting amongst themselves about the harassment notice. Bra was particularly shaken by the announcement, as she had nearly forgotten about Verez' liking of her. She couldn't believed she'd ceased to remember the threat that was still present and alive as OSH. Oh, how could she have made that stupid, stupid mistake?! She would have to remind her mother when she got home. She even posted a note to the inside of her locker to remind her to do so.

However, it was a slow day that day, and almost nothing happened. Almost nothing, except for Jeff stopping Bra and asking if she was okay.

"Oh yeah, just a little shaky. I completely forgot about Verez, though. Thanks for reminding me," Bra sighed. Jeff's brows furrowed together in concern for her, making Bra smile quickly to loosen him up.

"Relax, Jeff, I'll be fine. Shopping is on my agenda for today," she joked, earning an eye-roll and a head-shake from Jeff. Bra grinned impishly at the senior and skipped away, leaving Jeff to sigh and wonder what was it about girls and shopping that it even attracted demi-Saiyan girls.

This tiny event of concern brightened up Bra's day considerably, even as Pan's was dampened notably. This was not good.

Pan, currently, was in Mandatory English, and not having fun. Chichi hadn't really concentrated on English as a language, but Pan had studied it enough to have more than a basic grasp of the grammatical system, pronunciation, word usage, etc, which was more than she could say for her peers most of the time. Still, she struggled, and if it weren't for Trunks or Bra's help with it most nights, Pan would have been sunk weeks ago. Marron helped out when she could, but she didn't have any more experience with the language than Pan did.

But now Pan was in a quandary. She had been given Death in the Afternoon by the American writer Ernest Hemingway, and had been assigned to read it and then write a book report on it, chapter by chapter. But how was she supposed to do that if she couldn't even read the book? She knew what it was about, but that was from reading the back of it. but who cared about some lonely and depressed bullfighter whose friends and girlfriends abandoned him after he got gored by a bull? No one, that's who, duh. Still, the paper was due in two weeks, and Pan had a lot of work to do.

Pan sighed with relief as the bell rang and the teach dismissed tem. Good thing she had a free period next. Bad thing that she didn't have it with any of the Z-senshi people. But hey, maybe she could get one of the other upperclassmen to help her. Yes, this was a good idea.

Pan's idea was so good she ended up asking Bobby the junior to help her. He cheerfully agreed, even as Lindsay teased him about getting more girls as friends than he needed. Bobby just grinned laughingly at her as Ivory simply gazed at them with emotionless green eyes. Ivory was an indifferent girl, much like 18 was, and always made Pan feel kind of lower than she was. But Pan had seen the true side of Ivory over the past two months, and knew that was not the case. Under the pale skin, the dark red hair, and the freckles, Ivory was an avid surfer, a tough girl, and a softie, all rolled into one. Kind of like 18, only the android didn't surf.

After ten minutes, of only six minutes were spent talking Hemingway, Pan looked around, frowning. Ivory noticed, but Lindsay beat her to asking Pan the question.

"What's wrong, Pan? Still don't understand Death in the Afternoon?" she asked. Bobby glanced over at her from the game of tic-tac-toe he was currently losing to Lindsay to hear her answer. He didn't notice Lindsay keeping an eye on the piece of paper they had laid out before them, which incidentally was the rough draft of a certain demi-Saiyan's essay for a certain M. English class.

Pan made a face. "Oh, you know I still don't understand it," said the adopted Son. "I'm just wondering where Marc is. He usually has free period with you guys, doesn't he?"

Ivory answered as Lindsay grabbed the table to deflect Bobby's attempt to "turn the tables" of the tic-tac-toe game.

"Marc's helping the Drama Club neaten up the stage in the Auditoriumbefore hetakes hisThanksgiving Break. Knowing Marc, he'll get done ultra-early and be coming around that corner any minute now." She pointed to the farthest corner of the Junior Common Room (in which Pan wasn't supposed to be according to the unwritten laws of OSH, but oh well), where, amazingly, the spiky-haired junior appeared only seconds later. Pan turned to gape at Ivory, but she just waggled her eyebrows nonchalantly and turned to put an end to Lindsay and Bobby's quarrel.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Marc's voice asked as he came up to them. Lindsay and Bobby immediately sat up straight and said "Nothing!" simultaneously. Marc cocked a suspicious eyebrow at them and turned to Pan and Ivory.

"What'd they do?"

Pan told him. "They were playing tic-tac-toe on your rough English essay. In ink." Ivory nodded in agreement with Pan's concise, junior-dooming, and beautifully eloquent statement. Marc, his face retaining its cheery smile, turned to Lindsay and Bobby again, or rather Lindsay alone, as Bobby had gone under the table in an attempt to hide from Marc's wrath. Lindsay was not so much better off, as she looked like she was only up there still and not under the table with Bobby because of dignity. But as Marc looked at her, she abandoned even that and crawled under the table with Bobby. Marc just kept smiling, but Ivory started clearing the table of everything on its surface. Pan leaned back in her seat, drawing up her knees to get them out of the way of either Bobby or Lindsay as they moved around.

As soon as Ivory had Marc's essay in hand, Marc went ballistic. Pan's eyes jumped wide as Marc suddenly overturned the table and pounced on the two cringing miscreants recently uncovered.

"How could you do this to me?!?! I worked hard on that essay! Do you know how hard it is to write three whole pages completely in English? Correctly?! I hate you!!" Marc howled as he grabbed his two (ex-) best friends.

"But Marc," Bobby protested weakly, "It's a rough draft, not the final."

"Does it matter?!?!" Marc screamed. "You have defiled a major achievement in the history of the Japanese people, and in accordance with the ancient unwritten emperor's code of this site of education, I sentence you to the silent treatment for seven days!!" Marc went on after Lindsay put in that the tic-tac-toe game was on the back of the essay, not on the work itself. Pan watched with something akin to shock as she watched Marc vent his spleen. She looked at Ivory, whom was clearly amused, and asked,

"Does Marc always overreact when it comes to homework?"

Ivory nodded, her grin still in place. "Yeah. It has something to d with the lifestyle he had before he was adopted," she replied.

Pan didn't realize what she heard at first, but when she did, it was like a bomb exploding in front of her face, she was so shocked.

"Marc is adopted?!?!" she shrieked, effectively breaking through Marc's "red-eyed" wrath cycle. He glanced up at her, not letting go of the ruffians in his grip, a look of wonder on his face.

"Yeah, I'm adopted. Didn't you know that?" he asked her curiously.

Pan, by now, was in serious shock. She had never known that Marc was anybody other than Marc, or even thought that he was anybody other than Marc. Sure, there had been the comparisons between him and who could have been her brother Goten, but she had never really lent any credence to them. Now there was a serious possibility that Marc was Goten, and that Jeff was Gohan. Pan didn't know what to feel. Happiness, relief? Or resentment and jealousy? How about just plain shock?

A hand blurred in front of her vision, making Pan snap out of her reverie.

"Ah, wha—? Oh, brain fade. Yeah, sorry," Pan apologized to the confused-looking Marc. He still held Lindsay and Bobby by the scruffs of their collars, showing a single mindedness that was extraordinary in non-ki-wielding humans. But Pan didn't see it that way anymore. After months of denying and denying that Marc and Jeff were possibly Goten and Gohan, she finally shed the veil of disbelief over her brain and saw them for what they were.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Marc asked, easily holding the hooligan duo one-handed as if there were just paper, despite their strains to get away from him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Pan assured him, flashing him a grin. Marc raised his eyebrows but gave it up with a shrug. He returned to Bobby and Lindsay and pinned their feeble attempts to escape with a black glare. They stopped instantly and stayed silent as Marc regarded them impassively.

"Hey, Ivory. What should we do with them?" Marc gestured to the humans on the ground. They turned pleading eyes onto Ivory, hoping that their friend would be merciful to them. The redhead eyed them for a moment, then looked to Marc.

She said, "Well, seeing as the table obviously does not want to be used," she pointed to the overturned table, which did look piteous, "why don't we use these two as our table?"

The horrified looks on the two's faces made Pan burst out into laughter. Marc grinned evilly, but said in a conversationally dramatic tone,

"Why Ivory, that's a sound idea. I never could have thought of that myself. Thank you, my dear." He bowed his head to a smiling Ivory, then fixed a stern eye upon the troublemakers. Lindsay and Bobby grumbled, but nonetheless scrambled quickly to all fours. Pan, giggling helplessly, gingerly put her English binder on Bobby's back. She also carefully laid Death in the Afternoon on the same appendage.

"Thank you for being so considerate, Lady Pan. I believe I'll actually get through my 50's without back pain because of your concern," Bobby said. Pan looked at Bobby's brown-haired head to see that it was twisted around to look at her. A blue eye winked at her, making the Son human giggle again.

A dry voice from their left said, "Stop flirting, Bobby, and get back to being a table, now."

Bobby winked again and turned his head, saying in a soldier's voice, "Yes, sir, General Marc, sir!"

Pan laughed outright again.

"Finally, Private Bobby! And Private Lindsay, stop moving around!" Marc barked. Ivory was chuckling now as Lindsay roared back,

"Yes, sir, General Marc, sir!" She stopped moving as commanded, causing Marc to remark,

"Good. Now that these privates are settled, Captain Ivory, do you have any White Out?"


Jeff was angry. As in angry. He'd been roughing around with Ren and Videl had appeared. She'd taunted him and then tried to get him to fight her, she being the daughter of Hercule Satan. Naturally, Jeff had refused, as he had ever since eighth grade. He'd nullified her taunts with admissions to them, whether or not they were true, and kept himself from blowing up by keeping it cool. But this was the last straw.

Videl had jumped in between Jeff and Ren as they had returned to their impromptu game of football (which was played not with a real football but instead the Nerf™ football, which was just weird). She'd caught the football and run off with it, causing Jeff to just lose it.

"Dammit, Satan! Stop being so damn stupid and just leave us alone already!" Jeff yelled.

Videl just stopped and yelled back, "Then fight me already, Harrison!"

Jeff's black eyes flashed with anger and a rumble started deep in his throat. Ren backed away from his friend, slowly, as if Jeff's wrath would be centered on him if he beat a hasty retreat. He needn't have worried, for Jeff was all on Videl.

"Why do you always want to fight me, Satan? You've been persecuting me about that since eighth grade, all for a silly spar! Why do you want to fight me so badly, anyway?" Jeff asked, his voice considerably calmer but no less heated in tone.

Videl turned and looked at the angry Jeff, then marched up and jabbed her fellow senior in the chest with one finger.

"Because I want to know how strong you are! You're a martial artist, but I don't know how strong you are or what style you fight, because you are the only one who hasn't fought me. You and Marc. I don't get that. You don't even like my dad, and everyone likes my dad," Videl declared, her finger still on Jeff's chest.

Jeff's face wrinkled in disgust. "You know, Videl, life isn't always about fighting, who's stronger than who, which style is used, so on. It also isn't about you and your dad. Like it or not, I'm never going to fight you. Neither is Marc. So just get your head out of your butt and leave me the HFIL alone."

He plucked the Nerf™ football out of Videl's hands and stomped away, his anger causing mini-depressions in the ground that would cause headaches for the faculty later. Ren followed him, keeping far enough back that Jeff was considerably ahead of him so as not to attract the anger of the mightiest lacrosse player Orange Star High had ever seen, and would never see again.

Videl was left staring after them with a shocked look on her face. Harrison had never called her Videl before, not even during eighth grade together. She curled her fingers into a tight fist. She was going to get a fight with Harrison, no matter what. Even if it meant annoying him to the edge of insanity.

Well, maybe not that far, Videl said to herself. But definitely before the end of the year. Before college… and before her dream to step out beyond her father's shadow was realized at last.

Videl shook her head and trudged off in the opposite direction from where Harrison and his wimpy-looking friend Ren Guyana went. She had no knowledge of the fact that there were two intruders nearby. A glimpse of shiny spiky hair and glittering black eyes offered the only clue to the intruders' identities, and certainly that is not enough to tell who it is through the ominous shadow of doom that has just been cast over a certain battling belle.


Pan had a lot to think about. Videl wanted to fight Jeff, but had never been able to? This was very interesting. Between finding out that Marc was adopted and Jeff didn't want to fight the daughter of the famous fraud Hercule Satan, whom Pan hated with all of her might, Pan had a lot of brain food to eat. She decided to try and get Jeff to fight before Videl did, or fight Videl before she nabbed a chance to fight with Jeff. For Marc, she concluded that a little background research was due to be done, and since research was better than Death in the Afternoon any day, there would be a lot of that happening. She just hoped that Jeff wouldn't mind the spar, and that Marc wouldn't mind the background check.
Marc was in a bad mood. It wasn't a lasting effect from the tic-tac-toe game, that had faded a long time ago. No, it was the surge of anger that had come through his mind link with his brother, and the discovery that that Satan girl had been bugging Jeff again. He swore, that girl was so annoying, it was a wonder that anyone could live with her. She had just so much arrogance about her father beating Cell, it was HFIL just listening to her voice. Even when she wasn't taking advantage of her father being the Hercule Satan, the arrogance coated her voice and made it oily, reminding Marc much of Cell himself. How ironic.

As Marc waited for Jeff at the end of the school day, he resolved to do something about that nuisance of a Satan. It was hard enough having to deal with the Z-senshi, but the "Devil," as they called her not so affectionately, was just adding to the troubles. Marc shook his head as he thought about the pest that was Videl Satan, Judo Black Belt. Sure, that girl was stronger, stronger than her father (which really wasn't that much of a feat, mind you), but did she have to be so overbearing about it? Marc was stronger than Videl, but he didn't carry on like she did. 'Course, the whole world didn't know that he was a strong person, but the thought of Videl made his lip curl.

The demi-Saiyan sighed. Now was not the time to be thinking about how to get rid of Videl. Throttling her with his bare hands would be nice, though. A smile flitted across his face at the thought. Time for some pranks, the likes that had never before been seen. Trunks would be suspicious, as most of the pranks were derived from his own store, but Marc could not resist such an opportunity to show Videl what the Harrison brothers were all about.

Now just to wrangle Jeff on into the act.


A/n: Another long one! Gosh, Kyoku and Autumn can really work in tandem! Good business investment I made, good, good. /Iz proud o' self/ I am pleased. /Nods/

My two Harrison boys, angry! Not a good thing, not a good thing at all. Videl Satan, better watch out, 'cause Jeff, Marc, Pan, and TheShadowPanther are coming! Let's see and find out what is going to happen, next Double Hate. Yippee!

I have to say thank you to SSJ5 Tigger for giving me the idea of making Verez a harasser. My original plan was not quite as bad as this, but I consider this much better in making the story develop. Thanks Tigger!

I NEED PRANK IDEAS!!! Help! I'm not really all that good about thinking up pranks, and my brainpower is normally used for something other than pranking anyway. I'm not really a mischievous kid. Not really. /Winks/ Evil, yes, but not mischievous. Heheh…

Thank you to my reviewers, who are really the ones who are making this roll along. If I didn't have you guys, this wouldn't be here right now. Thank the gods I decided to re-start this. /Bows deep/


My reviewers! Thou art welcome, all of thee!

Dark Willow (aka: Admiral2: Thanx! I have no plot here, so just the fact that you like how it's turning out is good news. Heh. OK, see any ideas of yours in here? Like, Videl as Jeff's rival? Hehehehe… It vos a great idea. Thank you. /Bows/

I updated! Cya!

timetohide: Like the name. :) I put Videl in, but not as a G/V. I can't write romance.

I got your three reviews, thanks for the additional review count. :)

escudo-blade: I updated!

DBZ Chick1: Thanx! This story rox, this story rox, yeah!

DAMN computers, WHAT IS IT WITH THEIR STUPID CRASHING PROBLEMS?!?! /Steams/

SS2 Megami-sama: Sorry, Fal-chan! /Winces/ Tobi, stay away from her! /Throws out two fingers/ Binding spell, the first! SAI! (2) /Tobi iz paralyzed/

: Sorry, Fal-chan! /Winces/ Tobi, stay away from her! /Throws out two fingers/ (2) /Tobi iz paralyzed/

SP: /Smirks/ Yep, Kyoku is cute. Keeps Autumn in line and slappin'! YAY!

PS I won't be giving Kyoku back to you anytime soon. Maybe he'll be a long-time employee of AASN, instead of a troubleshooter. Hee. /Looks about shiftily/

How about this? We make Jeff and Videl rivals, and I MEAN rivals, ABSOLUTELY O chance of romance. Even Marc hates her, 'kay?

For once, and I find myself horrified at this, I agree with Tobi. Fal-chan, leggo of the CAPS Lock button…

/Water suddenly gets dumped on SP-sama & Fal-chan from an unknown source/

Autumn/Tobi: /Giggle evilly/

SP: /Deadpan Yuki-style/ Kyoku.

Da Dragon Boy: /Goes after A/T in dragon form/

SP: /Dries off self and Fal-chan/ Isn't having a dragon muse whom adores you FUN?

PSS Where's Yuki?


(1) Do NOT take this procedure for real. I just made it up according to what sounds logical. I also do not know about the "aiding & abetting" thing. It might be true!

(2) Spell stolen from Rukia in the manga Bleach Vol. 1: Strawberry and the Soul Reapers


Well, that's it! Tune in next time for a little revenge!

Au revoir,

TheShadowPanther, Kyoku, and Autumn, from AASN

AASN; Writing is what we do for you at AASN. Enjoy.

Updated 08/19/04