High School Life Chapter Three Revised

Mirai awoke to two four year olds jumping up and down on his stomach. It wasn't a particularly pleasant way to start the morning, but it was better than ice water. He groaned and one of them landed hard. "I'm up." To prove this, he sat up.

He watched as the twins smiled happily at this but continued jumping on the bed. It was a lot easier waking him up than Gohan. Maybe he was scared we'd go get Trunks and Princess. Goten thought.

That was not, of course, the reason he awoke so easily. He actually wanted to get a good spar in before school...Damn, he growled in his head, today's the day they were visiting Capsule Corp. He checked the clock, 5:00. How do they get up so early? Sighing, he walked to his closet to get his training gi. "Guys, can you go tell Gohan and Mira to meet me in the gravity room for a spar?"

"Sure!" they chirped together. Mirai watched them go. Huh, they're not so bad when Trunks and Bulla isn't around. Maybe he, that's to say I, is a bad influence on them along with his sister.

Several minutes later, Mirai, Mira and Gohan walked out of the GR after their morning spar. They weren't beaten up because they had decided against going full-out. The Terrors walked out happily behind them. They had decided to spar too, and had followed their siblings example and taken it easy.

They then went where all saiyans do after a spar, especially one they hadn't eaten before, the kitchen. They found a giant mountain of food waiting for them and attacked it immediately. Bulma, who had already eaten, watched the spectacle with slight amusement. No matter how much they ate, whenever food was in front of them it was as if they had never even seen food.

She stood and left to find Vegeta. She had decided to go over the rules for the day that they, that is to say she, decided on. It wasn't long after that the demi-saiyans heard the loud argument that had erupted the second Bulma mentioned rules.

"I WILL NOT BE SUBJECTED TO SUCH DISRESPECT, WOMAN!" he yelled, making the seven that were enjoying their breakfast flinch slightly. Vegeta thought that a prince having rules was disrespectful and as much as Trunks and Bulla tried to turn that mentality in their favor, it didn't work.

"YES YOU WILL! UNLESS OF COURSE YOU WANT ME TO BE COOKING YOUR DINNER AND HAVE ME DISMANTLE THE GRAVITY ROOM AND BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!" they all covered their ears as Bulma's screams seemed to be loud enough the whole world could hear.

"YOUR THREATS DON'T SCARE ME, WOMAN!" Vegeta yelled, but they knew it was just to soothe his pride. With all that, especially his food (Bulma was a horrible cook), riding on his behavior, he would be good. Well, as good as can be expected, I mean it is Vegeta we're talking about.

The seven half saiyans finished their meal and sat for a moment with satisfied faces. They decided they might as well go do what Bulma had instructed them to the night before as Bulma only had to threaten to cook once for all the saiyans to behave.

Videl stood, arms crossed, glaring at nothing in particular. She wanted answers from Mirai, Mira and Gohan and she was going to get them...The only problem was they hadn't turned in their permission slips and couldn't go. Videl was lost in her own thoughts so she didn't notice Erasa running up next to her.

"Videl! Videl! Videl!" she yelled.

"What is it, Erasa?"

"Well, Sharpie and I were talking and we think we might have figured something out!" she squealed.

Videl looked at Sharpner, who she now noticed was behind Erasa, and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Videl. I think we may have figured out what's so familiar about their names."

Videl immediately perked up, that one mean one mystery at least partially solved. "Well then, tell me."

"Well, Mirai's name is Mirai Briefs. You know, like Bulma Briefs. And Mrs. Briefs just announced at an interview a few weeks ago that her eldest son, Mirai, who had gone to a boarding school to 'avoid being harassed by reporters', had returned and was living with them again. Of course, she still wouldn't talk about the four other kids that have been seen around her house other than her younger son and daughter." Erasa pouted a little. She thought the older boy was really cute, but had no idea who he was and had never even seen his face.

"Did you figure out why Gohan and Mira's names sounded familiar?"

"Well, no not their first names, but their last name." Sharpner replied. "Their last name is Son, right? As in Goku Son, the famous martial artist. You know, the one that won the World Martial Arts Tournament before your dad. Considering the way nerd-boy and that girl, they might even be related to Goku."

"Goku? As in the man Dad calls a trickster all the time? That Goku Son? Why hadn't I thought of that?"

"Well, we didn't exactly think of it. We figured out they had the same name accidentally. See, Sharpie was watching an old martial arts video and I was talking to him about Gohan and Sharpie suddenly stopped the video and looked at me. And then he said, 'what's nerd-boy and the cutie's last name?' so I told him it was Son and then he made the connection."

Videl shook her head at her friend as the teacher started doing the roll call for the field trip. A couple of minutes later, they were on the bus and headed to Capsule Corp.

Ten minutes later, the bus pulled up in front of Capsule Corp. All the students on the right side (facing the front; this side was facing CC) of the bus pushed closer to their windows to get a good look at the family.

Four people stood in front of the dome-shaped building that was Capsule Corp. Videl examined each person, starting from the left of the line. First was Mrs. Briefs (Bulma's mom), a tall, ditzy-looking blonde with a sweet smile and blue eyes. She wore a long, pink dress and white earrings. Next was Dr. Briefs. He's shorter than his wife with pale blue hair and a white mustache. He wore a long, white lab coat with a blue shirt and black pants underneath. Perched on his shoulder was a black cat with big eyes.

Next was Bulma Briefs. She had short, blue hair in a professional-looking cut and blue eyes. She had on a red dress that came almost to her knees and a yellow scarf tied around her neck. Gold hoop earrings hung from her ears as she smiled happily at the buses.

The last person on the lawn was Mr. Briefs. Videl studied this man even more closely because very little was known about him. And in that very little was that known was that he was a temperamental maniac that would kill you as soon as he look at you. He stood scowling at the buses with his arms were crossed over his chest. He had long, black hair that spiked up like fire but Videl couldn't see any hair gel reflecting in the sunlight. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt but looked uncomfortable in it, like he would rather be in a training gi or something similar.

Everyone unloaded the bus and Videl pushed her way to the front. She watched Mr. Briefs cautiously to make sure he didn't do anything he shouldn't. Bulma Briefs opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Welcome to our home, everyone." She called out just loud enough for all the students to hear. "My name is Bulma Briefs, and this is most of my family. Starting over on your far left is my mother, Panchy and beside her is my father, Dr. Briefs. To my right here is my husband Vegeta. He's not much of a social person so don't be offended if he ignores you. My sons, daughter and godchildren are in the house and I'll introduce you as we get to them. I've asked them to get ready for some demonstrations. Now, if you'll follow me we can begin the tour."

When she said that, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs left to go do whatever it is they do and Mr. Briefs (remember we are in Videl's head) stalked into the house. Bulma Briefs just shrugged and watched him go. Videl could have sworn she heard the scientist mutter, "At least he didn't kill anyone."

As they walked into the house, Bulma perked up and smiled brightly. "This is the

front lobby, there's not much to see just a few door and a few paintings."

A robot rolled into the room and looked up at her. "Bulma," it said in a mechanical voice, "is there anything you need?"

"Tell the twins we'll be in there any minute, but nothing else." She instructed it.

"And robots," she added, directed to the class. A couple of people snickered but there was no other response. "Now, follow me to the nature dome."

"Is that where we'll meet these twins?" asked a girl from somewhere along the front.

"No, sweetie. The twins will be in the room after the nature dome." A few people sighed. Videl guessed that the guys were hoping these twins would be cute girls and the girls were hoping they'd be cute guys.

Bulma turned and led the group to the end of the hall where a massive door on the far wall. She typed a code into the computer and the door opened. They all walked into a beautiful sight.

Videl stared in amazement at everything she could see. Lush, green grass and giant trees of all kinds. There was a stream going through the middle of the room that had clear blue water that flowed with a calming sound. The room was full of wonderful smells and Videl could even hear wind blowing and saw the trees move as if caught in a light wind. As Videl looked closer, she noticed several species of animals in the trees and fishes in the stream and insects. It was just like they had walked outside and to a forest just by stepping through the door.

"Now!" announced Bulma, bringing the attention back to her. "My father originally built this room to study several different types of wildlife. This is only one section of the whole room and, trust me on this, the room is so big that you will get lost if you come in here without someone who knows their way around. The weather is adjustable to see how certain creatures will react to each weather change. I'm not going to change it just now as my father is probably in here somewhere studying the creatures. Now, to the next room."

Bulma turned and walked back out of the room. When all the students had exited, the door closed behind them. Bulma continued down the hall and opened a blue door that said 'Mind Viewing'. Videl was confused, what in the world could that mean?

She nudged Sharpner and Erasa as they walked down a dark hallway that was on the other side of the door. "What do you think 'Mind Viewing' means?"

"What? Where did you see that?" Erasa asked, confused.

"It was on the door. What do you think it could mean?" Videl frowned, she didn't like not knowing.

"Probably something weird. I mean we are in Capsule Corp." Sharpner responded. Videl shot him a glare that he couldn't see but said nothing because they had arrived at the end of the hallway.

Bulma had stopped and turned around in front of the archway. "You are about to enter the Mind Viewing room. The twins are going to demonstrate how it works with a mind game their brother taught them. I will have them explain the game to you because I honestly don't know much about it. After they show you how it works, anyone who wants to try can."

She smiled and led us into a large room that looked like an i-max movie theater. The seats were arranged facing the front of the room and the screen expanded along all of the walls and the ceiling. In the center of the room there were no seats, instead a large platform sat with two little kids standing on it. Videl couldn't discern any features on either child but they were facing each other and seemed to be arguing quietly.

"Goten! Pan!" Bulma called to the two kids and they immediately jumped at the noise and turned.

"Hey Aunt Bulma!" two voices sang out. It sounded like a boy and a girl. They hopped off the platform and came running toward the group. Videl was impressed, these two were fast. "Hello!" Videl looked down at the two kids. They wore large, goofy grins and had laughter in their eyes.

As Videl examined them, she notice they were a boy and a girl. They looked familiar and it took a moment for Videl to place them. Goten and Pan, Gohan's brother and sister. She noticed that both of their hairstyles were the same as they had been on Monday but they were dressed differently. Both wore orange gis with a symbol Videl could swear she had seen before, but had no idea where. They both wore long sleeved shirts that matched their wristbands, belts, and boots. The color was the only difference; Goten's were dark blue and Pan's were dark purple. Both sets of boots had lines of orange along the sides.

"I'm Goten!" Goten sang.

"I'm Pan!" Pan sang.

"Okay you two, explain what you're about to do so we can get started."

"Okay!" Goten started and his sister sighed. "We're going to do image training!"

Everyone waited for a moment for him to continue, but he didn't.

"Sorry about Goten." Pan said in an exasperated voice, shooting a glare at her brother. "I don't think he understands what Aunt Bulma meant by explain." She turned to the group with a smile. "Like he said, we're going to do something called image training. It's a game that you have to have a strong mind link to play. That's why Aunt Bulma told us to show you." When everyone looked at her with confused faces, she looked to Bulma with one as well. "Aunt Bulma, why do they look so confused?"

Bulma turned to them and spoke in a calm voice, "They're twins so they were born with a very strong mental link."

The class nodded in understanding and looked back at Pan. She smiled, "Yep, twins have a real strong mental link, but you don't have to have a twin to play. Or only play with your twin. Close family members usually work and so do really close friends." (this is something Pan had made up because Bulma told her that normal people didn't believe in telepathic abilities. Meaning anyone in the DBZ universe can do it with anyone else that knew how.)

"Like Nee-Chan and Mirai!" Goten sang.

"Nee-Chan?" Erasa bubbled. "Is that your sister's name?"

Both kids looked at her like she was an idiot. Neither spoke up to explain, they just stared at Erasa as if shocked by her stupidity. Videl wasn't sure why they stared at Erasa like that, it was a valid question. Except she knew their sister was Mira and Erasa did too but Erasa didn't seem to remember.

"No, sweety," Bulma answered her. "Nee-Chan means big Sister. Their older Sister's name is Mira,"

Whispers broke out among the students and Pan tried to reclaim their attention for a moment. Her attempts failed miserably. She glared at them and Goten's eyes widened before he covered his ears. "SHUT UP! I AM TRYING TO FINISH EXPLAINING SO WE CAN SHOW YOU HOW IT WORKS!" She shouted at them. Videl, along with her classmates, covered her ears and flinched.

Pan sure could yell. She smiled happily up at them when they shut up. "Thank you. Now when we get on that platform over there," she pointed to the platform that they had been on when the class walked in, "and put on the monitors, we'll start the game. The monitors are metal headband-looking things with antennae on either side. They're what make the image in our heads appear on the screen. That's it." She smiled happily before turning around and skipping toward the platform.

Bulma smiled and shook her head. "Pan can act just like Chichi sometimes even though she never met her."

"Who's Chichi?" Videl asked, walking next to Bulma.

"Chichi was their mother; she died giving birth to the twins. She was one of my closest friends." She smiled at the thought. "Sometimes it was like she had a little switch in her head that changed her emotions so fast you barely had time to adjust, but she was one of the nicest people you could ever meet." She sat down in one of the seats and Videl sat next to her.

"So who taught them how to fight? We've been doing a martial arts unit in gym and they're the best in the class."

She smiled sympathetically at Videl. "You'll have to get Gohan or Mira to tell you. It's not my business to share what he may consider a secret. Besides, it's time to watch the image training." Bulma tilted her chair back and looked up at the screen.

The next hour, Videl sat entranced by what she saw on the screen. She wondered if those kids could fight like that in real life, but she doubted it. There was no way two kids could fight that well and that long. She wondered how they did it, she wanted to know how to do image training because it looked fun. The fight seemed to be coming to a close and both seemed to be tiring out.

Goten jumped back after a long round of trading punches and kicks and landed several feet away, breathing heavily. "What? You're not getting tired already, are you Goten?" Pan taunted, but Videl could see that she was just as exhausted.

"No!" he yelled back between pants. He moved into a stance that seemed vaguely familiar to Videl, like she'd seen it somewhere before. Pan immediately moved into the same pose.

Their arms were held out straight in front of them, heels of their hands together with their palms facing their opponent and fingers bent a little like they were holding a ball. "KA...ME..." they pulled their arms back to their right side until their palms were facing behind them. Blue balls of light formed in their palms. "HA...ME..." the balls of light got bigger. "HA!" they thrust their arms forward and the blue balls turned to blue beams that collided in the middle of the screen.

When they collided, an explosion resulted that was so bright Videl had to squint to continue watching. The two beams fought back and forth but seemed equally matched. Pan let out a powerful roar and her beam started moving closer to Goten.

Goten let out a roar as well and pushed her beam back. Both kept pushing as much power as they could and soon Goten's was rapidly pushing Pan's back. When Goten's beam had almost completely consumed Pan's, she pulled back from it and tried to block off as much as possible. Within seconds, she was consumed by the blast. The second his beam had engulfed Pan, Goten collapsed from exhaustion.

Back in the real world, Pan fell backwards and caught herself with her arms. She was panting heavily and looked like she was barely able to hold herself up. Goten was panting but grinning broadly.

"I...win...I...win...I...win," he panted.

"Don't...rub...it in," Pan panted back.

Bulma walked up to them with a smile. "That was a good show guys. Mom should have a snack ready—" They took off, exhaustion gone at the mention of food. She sighed before addressing the group. "Okay everyone! If anyone wants to show something from their minds, feel free to step forward but remember to keep your concentration focused only on what you want to show, because the machine will show all objects of your focus." No one stepped forward. "No one? Oh well, I didn't really expect someone to step forward." She tapped a place on the platform and a dying beep sounded, indicating that it was being cut off.