Okay so, yay I'm back! You all probably hate me for not updating sooner. I know, Iknow. I actually hate myself so join the club. It's not that I'm incredibly lazy, it's just I don't have enough time in my freakin' schedule. Weekends I get dragged outta the house and I have evil and incredibly stupid teachers that give homework out by the pound. But I have time right now to give you the next part of my story and I really want to try and get another chapter in within the next... oh... maybe three weeks. Here's to hoping! So anyway, here's the next chapter thing!

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned this stuff, I woud buy the school, fire the teachers and demolish it. But, alas, I can only dream.

Videl stomped down the stairs as her two blonde hair friends gabbed away about random, annoying things, for instance Sharpener's hair and Gohan's new dark trend.

"Like I never knew Gohan liked dark colors. He, like, always wear, like, red and stuff."

"That's not as interesting as my hair though."

Videl gritted her teeth. 'How stupid can they get. I know they're my friends, but this is rediculous! Speaking of Gohan though, where is he?'

The trio had just arrived at the kitchen where one specific thing was missing. That thing being a person named Gohan Son. They sat down at the table as Bulma announced something about a tour of Capsule Corps after breakfast. When she finished eating, while also hoping Gohan would appear, Videl went over to talk to Bulma.

"Uh, Mrs. Briefs.."

"Bulma"

"Oh, well Bulma, I was wondering what happened to Gohan. I haven't seen him since he got up."

Bulma hesitated. ' He might not have told her about the Cell Games. Better make something up.'

"Well, he said he wasn't feeling well so I made him go take a nap. I'm not sure which room he's in though. Heck, we might even run into him during the tour." Well of course Videl knew Bulma was lying but she might as well play along. "I hope so. I don't know if I'll get though this without strangling my other friends. He's the only other sane person out of all of us." Bluma looked surprised.

"'Sane'? How come I rarely ever see this side of him. Usually if he's around Vegeta to long the two start acting like twins."

"Wow. That's a really scary thought. Speaking of which, Vegeta and the boys aren't around either."

"Oh. Vegeta gets to babysit today. He thought he could sneak out but I know where he always sneaks of to, the... uh... training room." 'Right. She doesn't know what a gravity room is.'

(okay, so I had to work on this after christmas break because my family went out to my uncle's the day I started this and this week I have finals, which suck.)

"'Training room'? What's that?"

Bulma smiled, "You'll see during the tour."

Half hour later...

Buzzzz....

Mrs. Briefs opened the front door to find Yamcha standing there.

"Hello dear."

"Uh... hi Mrs. Briefs." Yamcha glanced around as if he were expecting vegeta to jump out and blast him to smitherines. "Uh, Baba wanted me to drop this off with Bulma. I think she said it was about the gang." Yamcha held out the DVD for Mrs. Briefs.

"She's doing a tour right now, I'll just leave it in the family room."

After saying their goodbyes, Mrs. Briefs sat the DVD next to tv in plain view of anyone who walked by. And, this room just happened to be the room that the teenaged saiyan was sleeping in.

the lookout

"Soon we'll have REAL entertainment! (Insert evil laugh)"

"Hey Baba, what are you going to do when Gohan comes up here to kill you?"

"It's simple North Kai, I'll send someone to intervine." (probably spelled wrong, oh well)

"Good plan."

I wanted to make this longer, but I want to get this posted. Sorry it took until now instead of the time I wanted it out. I tried but time and luck were two timing me! Feel free to hit me now. I'm going to go run into a wall or something now. bye.

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