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"Where exactly, were you during all of this?" Videl asked, her blue eyes narrowed dangerously.
Gohan shrugged, adjusting his glasses. "What? Do you think that I had something to do with this? That perhaps me, along with the 8 year old Trunks somehow managed to take all of their weapons, and dress them as deranged clowns?"
Videl's glare intensified ten fold before she gave up and rolled her eyes. "Whatever…" She muttered angrily, piloting the helicopter back to school.
Just as they were touching down, Gohan's cell phone rang. He raised an eyebrow at who was calling, but answered it nonetheless. "What."
"G. we need you."
"That sounds mildly disturbing, but continue." Ignoring Videl's questioning looks, he pulled a PDA out of one of his many pockets, preparing to key in on his next mission.
"We have reason to believe that a group of rogue missionaries is planning an attack on one Videl Satan. Apparently she's the one who shut them down in the first place."
The PDA fell out of his grasp as he froze, left eye twitching. "A-are you kidding me?" He shot a glance at the girl next to him, how in the hell had she shut down a group of military agents?
"No agent G., we are not kidding. In order to preserve order, and keep the publics moral intact, we must keep Ms. Satan alive at all costs. Your mission is to keep her under 24 hour surveillance until we catch the culprits."
"Can't I just catch them, and let someone else baby-sit her?" Gohan couldn't help but let his irritation leak into his voice. In all honesty, he didn't really mind Videl, but following her around all day was not on his to-do list. Plus it would most likely result in some sort of confrontation with her idiot father, oh the joy.
"I'm afraid not agent G. Ms. Satan's safety is top priority, and you are our best choice."
"Yay me…" Gohan muttered sarcastically, wondering how exactly he could follow Videl around without seeming like some sort of psychotic/love-sick stalker.
"You are to meet her at 3 o'clock, on the roof of Orange Star High school. She will be informed of your mission."
"And I verify that I am me, how?" They had arrived back at school, so Gohan got out of the helicopter, waved a vague goodbye to Videl, and began making his way to his next class while continuing his conversation with the military.
"Do what you always do."
"Somehow I don't think that shooting the door next to her head and glaring will go over that well." The demi-saiyan muttered.
"State your agent code." Gohan snickered; he had finally been able to irritate the dude on the other line!
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." Flipping his phone closed, he dropped it haphazardly into a random pocket, smiling innocently at a passing hall monitor.
Stepping into his classroom just as the bell rang, he walked over to the teacher and glared at the side of his head, wondering how best to awaken the teacher.
"Don't bother, he's probably wasted."
Turning around, Gohan locked onto Videl's annoyed Ki, and raised an eyebrow in question.
In return, the blue-eyed girl merely shrugged. "Well he probably is. Besides, he's a horrible teacher."
Grabbing the tall boys hand, Videl pulled him over to a table and sat down, motioning for him to take the seat next to her. "The teacher may be dead to the world, but we still have class. Every night we assign someone to go over the chapter, then during class they teach it to the rest of us. Not the ideal system, but less hassle then waking that moron up and having to figure it out by ourselves anyway."
Gohan shook his head. "Are all schools this pathetic?"
Videl shrugged, shot him an annoyed look, but could really find nothing wrong with his assumption. "Seeing as how we've somehow managed to be the best school in the country, I'd go with, yeah, they probably are."
"Right… so who's turn is it to teach?" He didn't really care, in fact, he most likely already knew what they were learning, and wasn't planning on paying attention even if he didn't.
As Videl opened her mouth to answer, a rather frantic looking blond girl slammed open the door and ran into the room. "VIDEL, VIDEL! TIMMY'S SICK! OH, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO! WE'LL FALL BEHIND, AND THEN WE WON'T BE ABLE TO CATCH UP, AND WHAT IF I CAN'T-"
"SHUT UP!" Gohan yelled, getting fed up with her loud, high-pitched whining. Snatching a math book out of some random guy's hands, he leveled the blond with a glare. "Chapter?"
"1-18!" The girl squeaked out obviously intimidated by the tall boy that was glaring at her.
Flipping rapidly through the pages, he came across the chapter and walked over to the board. "Okay, this is your theory, it's simple, straight foreword, and easy to understand." He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the equation up on the board.
"Basically, you fill in the variables with actual numbers from the problem, it shows you how at the very beginning of this chapter, and if you can't figure it out, then you seriously don't need to be in this AP class." He then walked back over to his seat and sat down.
"You didn't have to scare her like that." Videl pointed out, leveling him with an annoyed glare.
"And she didn't have to come in here screaming, trying to break everyone's eardrums." Gohan countered smoothly.
And for the second time that day, Videl found herself rolling her eyes and giving up. There was just no winning with this boy.
The rest of the school day went normally, aside from the fact that Gohan had every class with Videl, weird psychotic schedulers… So basically, Videl was attentive, but not particularly helpful in class, and Gohan slept without anyone knowing because of the shades. Lunch was also a simple affair. The demi-saiyan flew up to the roof, decapsulated his lunch, and ate to his heart's/stomach's content.
As 3 o'clock pulled around, Videl began to get more and more irritable. She even snapped at this one guy who had tapped her on the shoulder to ask her what time it was, something about not needing any help. Needless to say, that boy will never again forget his watch at home.
At 2:30, half hour before his stalking session with Videl, Gohan called the principle from the bathroom, faked Vegeta's voice, and got him to call his last period teacher and excuse him from the rest of class for a family 'emergency'. When he returned from the bathroom, the teacher informed him that Vegeta had called, and that he was to go home immediately.
The demi-saiyan flew top speed to Capsule Corp, dashed through the halls, and stopped just outside of Bulma's personal laboratory. Rapping his knuckles against the door, he voiced his presence just so she wouldn't avoid him thinking that he was one of her nagging assistants. "I know you're in there." That should be enough to gain him entry.
Seconds later the door open, and the blue haired genius herself was answering it, a rather surprised look on her face. "Hey there Gohan, what can I do for you?"
Gohan shrugged. "I work for the government, and now I have to baby-sit Videl Satan, except I go to school with her…"
"And you don't want her to know it's you?" The demi-saiyan nodded in acquiescence.
"So, costume?" He nodded again while following her into the recesses of her domain. Ooh, doesn't that sound spooky?
Suddenly, from behind a half-finished project, there was a feral growl, and then Gohan found a random creature attached to his leg. Looking down at the lavender haired projectile, he raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. "Trunks, I can't train you this afternoon."
"Why not?" Trunks inquired, looking a little put off.
Gohan shrugged, having enough experience with his brother to know his reason would cheer the boy up for some inexplicable reason. "I'm on a mission for the government."
His blue eyes widened as he glanced around in a furtive manner. "Is it… a secret mission?"
The taller boy nodded slightly, still not quite getting their fascination with secret missions. "More like a secret babysitting mission…" He muttered, still slightly annoyed that he had to spend his time following someone around.
"Alright Gohan, I think I have just the thing! I just invented this watch that allows you to store and change clothing a the touch of a button." Bulma said, emerging from a pile of miscellaneous inventions. "But I don't have something specific for you to wear, when is it you need this by?"
Gohan shrugged, glancing at the clock on the wall before answering. "I'd say… 10 minutes, I need that other minute to get back to school."
"Oh. Right then, I guess we'll just have to find you something to wear… What were you thinking of?" She asked, glancing at him to see if he could be of any help.
"Something black." And that was the extent of Gohan's helpfulness.
Rolling her eyes, Bulma rummaged around a pile of clothes that, for some inexplicable reason, was in the middle of her lab. "AHA!" She cried, picking out various items of black clothing. Hitting a button on the watch, she capsulated them into the watch itself before handing it over to Gohan. "Alright, just put it on and press the black button, then the blue to go back to your regular clothing."
The demi-saiyan nodded, and pressed the button, praying that he wouldn't 'accidentally' end up in some slinky black dress. With a puff of smoke, Gohan's attire was completely changed. His baggy black cargo pants were replaced by a pair of black fighting pants, his black sneakers by black combat boots, and his black shirt by a blank tank top. Over it all was a black trench coat, that somehow just tied the look together.
Gohan glanced into a random full-length mirror, and deemed the outfit not dorky, and so it was therefore acceptable. Somehow, even with nothing extra covering his face, he didn't look like himself… weird.
"Ooh! Gohan, before I forget, Mirai Trunks left something here for you when he went back to his own time." Bulma tossed him something, so he caught it. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a finely crafted sword attached to a double looped belt.
"Nice." He muttered, putting the belt on. Now, not only was he lethal, he had a cool sword to prove the fact… Not that he couldn't have done it by punching in a wall, but now he could slice that damn wall in half! And he finally understood the reason for the trench coat, it perfectly concealed the deadly weapon, but she probably added because she thought it looked cool… but whatever.
"Thanks." He nodded to Bulma and Trunks before zipping out of the room and back to school. Though not before hearing Trunks' comment on his new look. "Whoa, he looks so cool! I want an outfit just like that!"
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Hope I updated soon enough for ya! Though we all know that no update is soon enough. Now to answer the reviewers!
Jimbo Jones: It's coming my friend, promise. Hercule will arrive in the next chapter, but I'm afraid him seeing Gohan in SSJ2 will have to wait… But trust me, there will be plenty of torment.
Fenix: Thanks! I hope you liked this chapter too!
miroku-has-darkness: Hope I live up to your expectations!
CW: Well, basically Gohan just doesn't want to deal with her harping, besides, she does have control over Goten, and who Goten gets to see, which my come up later if I want to kill her off… Personally, Chichi is one of my favorite characters, but in this fic, the girl's going down. Hope that clears everything up!
Krista: Haha! I updated! And now I have to do it again, ne? Hope u enjoyed it!
Gah… I definitely overused the word, 'hope' stupid word… stupid not being able to think of another word to use… :Stabs the word hope to death: Alrighty, now I feel better. 'til next time!