Disclaimer: Okay, first of all, I don't own DBZ, much to the crazy people's chagrin I'm sure, and secondly, I don't even own this plot, it belongs to Mashed Potato Master, I adopted it out of the sheer goodness of my heart… That and my lovely little sister's threats of bodily harm if I didn't. Hope it's up to standards… And once again the whole threat of bodily harm comes back into play.
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Since gym wasn't actually over for another… well… almost an hour… Gohan decided that it would probably be best if he didn't wander around the halls, though it would have been fun to see all the ways he could avoid the teachers…
He quickly changed back into his regular clothes before walking around to the back of the school building. Checking for any and all ki's, no matter how pathetically weak they were, he quickly levitated himself up to the roof. Walking over to the edge, he sat down, leaning his back against the small protective wall placed there so that the stupid people who got lost, and somehow ended up on the roof, wouldn't put their inane ability of being stupid to use, and fall off said roof… But anyway, back to his leaning against the wall, or at least he would have, but then Videl suddenly burst through the door to the stairwell exit, and decapsulized a helicopter onto him… Seriously, just his luck.
Lifting the offending object, he stepped out from under it and set it back down, all the while glaring at the Blue-eyed girl staring at him in something akin to shock.
"Is there a reason you're trying to crush me under a helicopter, or is it just because I'm special?" He asked her, his voice taking on a bitterly sarcastic edge.
Her mouth open and closed a couple of times before she finally regained her voice. "What the hell are you doing on the roof anyway!"
"Oh yeah, that explains exactly why you like trying to kill innocent schoolmates with heavy modes of transportation." Gohan rolled his eyes, knowing that the gesture would be completely lost beneath his dark sunglasses. He also knew that she wouldn't be able to think of a suitable comeback, so he just continued on with their conversation, if you could call it that. "So, where're you going anyway?"
Videl's eyes widened before they narrowed, apparently somebody forgot that they were a crime fighter off on an important mission, my the intelligence. "I'm going to capsule corp. they're under attack. Now get out of my way!"
Gohan spaced out for a second, a dreamy grin slipping onto his face as he stared off into oblivion. Assailants attacking capsule corp., Vegeta, Bulma, and Trunks' residence… this wouldn't be ending well for the attackers… Oh, the endless possibilities, this he HAD to see!
Blinking, he realized that Videl was already in the pilot's seat, preparing for take off, so he just went ahead and hopped in next to her. "I'm coming with you… My family lives there." the half lie rolling easily off his tongue.
The crime fighting teen turned and glared at him thinking, 'Oh great, another bumbling idiot that's going to run in and try to save the day…'
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Arriving at the scene, Videl immediately jumped out and rushed over to the chief of police, completely forgetting about Gohan's presence, which was just fine with him. In an instant he had focused in on Vegeta's ki that was suspiciously separate from all the others. Flying to the GR, he opened it and stepped in, not at all bothered by the enormous weight that was suddenly dumped on him.
"Hey Vegeta, CC's getting attacked."
"So?"
"So, do you wanna come see what Trunks is going to do to them?"
At his words, Vegeta stopped mid attack on a training droid. Descending to the ground, he nodded, a slow smirk making it's way across his face as he flicked a ki ball at the offending robot, obliterating it.
Gohan smirked in return and the two of them were off to watch the festivities. Upon their arrival, they were both sorely disappointed to see that the attackers were both whole, and completely unpranked. Walking through the crowd as if it wasn't there, they made their way over to Bulma, who was sitting calmly in a chair, Trunks in her lap.
"Brat! Why have you not disposed of these morons yet?" Vegeta barked out, mildly annoyed.
"Sorry dad, mom told me to wait." Trunks shrugged slightly, eating a extremely over-sized chocolate bar that he had obviously been bribed with.
Vegeta turned his sights to his blue-haired mate, raising his eyebrows in a silent question since he didn't feel like getting into an argument with her at the moment. Bulma smiled at him sweetly, and shrugged slightly before setting their son on the ground.
"I thought you might want to handle it." She said flippantly, rising from the chair as if there weren't about 50 various guns being pointed at her. "I'm going to go order lunch, Gohan, are you staying?"
The demi-saiyan shook his head. "I have to go back to school soon, as much as it pains me I don't want them calling that insufferable harpy."
At his words, Vegeta started laughing before he appeared next to his wife, leading her through the confused crowd of armed men, using his ki to keep them at a nice, steady five foot radius(no touching).
While the men were shocked and confused before, these feelings doubled when the small boy in the middle of the group began laughing maniacally. The attackers blinked, and the little boy was gone, leaving the dark teen that calmly walked to the center of the room, and sat in the chair they had been keeping Bulma in. Now for the fun.
The next second, Trunks returned, holding in each hand an unlabeled bottle of some unknown substance. Grinning at the intruders sadistically, the little boy flew around about five times adding a dash of green their, a piece of fruit there. Then he stopped and stood next to Gohan, looking over his handiwork with a critical eye. "Do you think the electric green's a little over the top?"
Gohan shook his head, containing his laughter with practiced ease. "Nah, it's perfect."
The assailants were all now dressed up as evil clown zombie… things.
The clowns all had their hair dyed different colors, varying from cotton candy pink to puke green, or even a mixture of some of the uglier colors. Their faces were painted white, with shock pink lipstick and their eyes were surrounded by this dark purple hence the zombie part. Then we come to their previously terrorist-black clothes. I say previously, because they didn't match the whole zombie clown persona, so they had to be altered. Their pants were now bright yellow, and their shirts were red, blue, and lime green striped, and their guns now had various pieces of fruit stuck in them, making them completely inoperable. As for the electric green comment, their skin, even under the powder white makeup, was electric green. And if you want to know how Trunks did all this so quickly, I wouldn't be able to answer you because I don't know how, it just happened.
Though Gohan was blind, the paint had Ki signatures, and he could pretty much just see the results in his minds eye, hence he was not left out of the obviously hilarious situation. And this is when the police FINALLY got their asses in gear.
"We have you surrounded! Please leave the compound with your hands up!" At those words, Bulma and Vegeta walked back into the room. Bulma smiled and nodded, looking for all the world like a very proud parent, and Vegeta was wearing his usual smirk.
"Are you finished sweetheart?" The blue-haired genius questioned her son. With a last critical look, the little boy nodded his assent. "Alright, now if you would just show them the door, lunch will be here soon."
"Sure mom." Trunks nodded before floating up in the air. "Alright then, you heard my mother, get the hell outta our house!" The attackers looked as if the were about to protest, but at that moment, Vegeta stepped foreword, just daring them to disobey. And since their weapons no longer worked, and Bulma's husband was renowned for being exceedingly violent, they just decided to go quietly.
In a single file line, Trunks was in the lead, and Gohan was walking behind them, making them want to run away because they were just sure he was glaring at them beneath those shades of his, oh, and what a coincidence, he was! As they exited, they broke ranks and ran to hide behind the police from the little boy that was glaring at them again, with that whole, 'you know I think something's missing…' look in his eyes.
Trunks grinned at them evilly before waving to the reporters and walking over to Gohan. "Hey Goten's nii-san…" The little boy trailed off while staring at the ground before looking back up at him. "Can you… train me and Goten, my dad would but… uh…"
Gohan shook his head with a smirk, knowing exactly what the little boy meant. Training sessions with Vegeta were not the most pleasant of experiences for beginners… or really just for anyone with a power level underneath his. "Sure, I'll come by with Goten after school."
"But don't you have to ask your mom first?" Trunks asked, looking confused. After all, he would never dream of doing anything without his mom's permission first, it really wouldn't end well.
The older demi-saiyan shrugged, looking indifferent borderline evil. "I have no mother."
The little boy looked confused again, remembering that older black haired lady Goten called mom… but, his new sensei was beginning to look eviler by the second, so he decided now was definitely not a good time to ask. "Um, okay then! See you later sensei!" Trunks smiled up at him and waved goodbye before flying back into his home to see if there were any sweets in the house.
Gohan watched him leave before turning back to the police, and consequently, back to the blue-eyed girl that was giving him a funny look from her spot next to the chief of police. Walking over to them, he motioned to the zombie clown wannabes. "Those are the intruders, no I don't know what happened to them, and no the Briefs sure as hell don't want you bothering them." The he turned away and walked over to Videl's helicopter, settling himself on the passenger's side to await her presence.
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Okay, I hope that was up to standards! Yes it's short, but I figure I had better update it soon. If you have suggestions, go ahead and tell me, I'd be happy to listen. And Mashed Potato Master, if you think I'm brutally murdering your wondrous story, just tell me and I'll try to fix it!