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A/N: This chapter is going to jump around a lot and all of these little events are going to lead up to something extremely awkward happening. Bear with me. Thanks.

Second A/N (written upon the completion of this chapter, which took much, much longer than I had planned): To say that I got distracted would be the understatement of the century. But college happened in full force and then I got heavily inspired for my newer story (the Impalpable Ash) and my muse stayed with that for a while. But I was rereading Prom Date the other day, remembered I had half a chapter finished, and decided to finish it up and post it. Hopefully you can't tell where I stopped and started up again, but you might be able to, which whatever. And hopefully you don't hate this, I decided to take it in a very different direction than originally planned, which is hopefully not too obvious either. So, please read and review, I'm sorry it took ages for this to be completed, and hopefully it's not too awful! Thanks!

Chapter 7: This Is What Happens When Stupid People Do Stupid Things

I swear I will kill you one day, Son Goku. I don't care if I've 'reformed'. I'm going to rip your head off and shove it up your-

Piccolo turned stiffly on his heel to glare at the Saiyan man, taking in the characteristic stupid-Goku-grin and wanting nothing more than to pound it from his former nemesis' face. Goku seemed blissfully unaware of this fact, and of the hostility radiating off his son, who still standing stationary behind the Namek.

Just when I thought he couldn't get any stupider.

"Dad," Gohan grumbled, sounding more like a child than the adult he was rapidly becoming. He was clearly furious.

"What?" Goku dropped from his hovering position in the sky and landed before the pair, cocking his head at the tone his first born had adopted, "Is there a problem, guys?"

"Only one I can see," Piccolo bit out. Gohan flinched slightly.

And the pure hearted Saiyan before them cocked his head, clearly not getting it.

Vegeta froze mid pushup, his eyes widening with horror.

His head jerked up and he stared off towards the north, blood pounding in his ears.

"That…imbecile…!"

And then he was exploding off the ground and into flight, ignoring the calls of his wife, who had just come out onto the patio to offer him dinner.

Goku folded his arms behind his head, laughing nervously under the identical, vicious glares.

"Guys? Seriously…what is it?"

The looks didn't soften in the slightest in response to his question, if anything they became nastier. Goku blinked, confusion distracting him from his nervousness for a moment. For some reason Gohan and Piccolo seemed to be quite upset with him and he hadn't the slightest inkling as to why. All he had done was drop by their little clearing for a spar…

Videl looked up from her plate as Bulma reentered the house, taking in the uncertain expression the older woman was wearing.

"What's wrong?"

Bulma's brow was furrowed. She glanced up at her teenage partner in crime and ran her fingers through her hair, exhaling slowly.

"I don't know…one second Vegeta was outside doing pushups and the next he was flying off yelling about imbeciles…"

For a moment, the match making duo stared blankly at each other. Then Videl's eyes sparked with understanding and her expression turned worried.

"Oh no…" she whispered, one hand half rising to cover her mouth. The older woman cocked her head.

"What?"

"Goku…"

Bulma's eyes widened in horror.

Vegeta was flying at break neck speed towards the confrontation in the clearing, snarling under his breath.

"So help me, Kakarott, if you mess this up I swear I'll kill you! I can't stand anymore moping from either of those two idiots!"

Gohan took a step around Piccolo with the intention of telling his very slow father to leave. Goku continued to stare at him, that naïve confusion written all over his face. The demi-saiyan sighed.

Why me, Dende? Seriously. Are you trying to ruin my life?

He opened his mouth to politely request that Goku get lost.

Bulma and Videl didn't bother closing the sliding glass door behind them as they dashed outside and ran full out towards the earlier abandoned helicopter. Bulma leapt into the driver's seat and didn't wait for Videl before starting up the engines. The teen had barely shut her door when the vehicle lifted off the ground and Bulma was turning it sharply in the direction she had seen her husband speed off in.

"Hang on…"

"What?" Bulma snapped, turning to glare at her younger friend. Videl turned slowly towards her.

"Why are we using this…I can fly much faster…?"

Without further prompting, the older woman was dropping the helicopter to the ground.

Vegeta snarled, putting on one final burst of speed as he neared the clearing and the offending imbecile known as Goku.

When I get my hands on him…


"Dad," Gohan shifted with discomfort. Goku wasn't easy to explain certain things to. He would never understand his son's need to be alone with Piccolo unless Gohan told him exactly how he felt about the Namek.

There was no way in hell THAT was ever going to happen.

Best stick with good old fashion distraction.

Videl gritted her teeth as she flew faster than she ever had before, surprising even herself that she could sustain such speeds with an angry Bulma Briefs on her back. The older woman was growling under her breath.

"Leave it to Goku to mess this up. And Vegeta thought we were a threat. Honestly…"

Videl pushed on faster. If she and Bulma were a threat, then Son Goku had the potential to be a complete and utter disaster for her best friend's love life.

Gohan began to fidget under his father's bewildered stare.

"Gohan…what's wrong?"

"Dad, I-"

"KAKAROTT!"

All three men jumped, their eyes leaping to the tops of the trees standing at the south end of the small grassy clearing. Vegeta exploded to a stop, his eyes flashing wildly, and lurched down to his fellow Saiyan, fisting his hands in the front of Goku's beloved orange training gi.

"You imbecile!" he raged at bewildered taller man, "We're leaving, NOW!"

Gohan gaped as Vegeta began to manhandle his father into the trees. Goku began to literally whine in protest.

"But Vegeta, all I wanted to do was spar…"

"Shut the hell up," Vegeta shoved Goku into the forest and cast a nasty look over his shoulder at the stunned Gohan, who was ready to go find a rock to crawl under and wait for death, "Don't mess this up, kid," he snarled, before forcing his still complaining counterpart airborne and leaving the pair in what could only be called the calm after the storm.

There was an awkward silence and all Gohan wanted to do was scream his head off. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Piccolo, who he could sense was still stalk still behind him and obviously in some form of twisted shock. But now it was clear, to both of them, that if something wasn't done soon, their situation would only get worse.

Gohan let out his breath and began to turn and seconds later regretted taking five minutes to gather the nerve.

Overhead was the sound of two women arguing and Piccolo, who had just entered his vision, glanced up, stunned.

Bulma and Videl had just entered the air space above the clearing Goku's energy signature had been coming from, only to find that the Saiyan in question was not there and the only two occupants in the break in the trees were Gohan and Piccolo themselves. Needless to say, Bulma was less than pleased, especially considering she had been thinking over Vegeta's little speech and had decided that while he wasn't completely correct, there was some truth in his words. This was obviously a private moment and, if that was what Gohan and Piccolo needed, who were they to get involved?

"Goku's not here!" she snarled into Videl's ear, "We need to leave, now!" But it seemed Videl was momentarily transfixed by the pair or something, as she didn't move or even acknowledge that she was carrying a fuming woman on her back. "Videl!" Bulma half moaned, "Move!"

"But," there was a thoughtfulness to the girl's voice that put a temporary stop to Bulma's rage, "this may be the perfect opportunity…"

Bulma clutched Videl's shoulders to lean sideways and get a proper view of the pair, "Perfect opportunity to what?" she asked slowly, watching the way they seemed to be avoiding looking at each other, speaking to each other, maybe Goku had been there, the awkwardness in that clearing was tangible…

Videl took a deep breath, as though bracing for something. Bulma realized what she was going to do a second too late to stop it.

"To say that Gohan is in love with Piccolo and it's about time that Namek knows it."

Three things happened so fast that even later, Bulma had trouble piecing it together.

One, Piccolo's head jerked up to reveal his stunned black eyes trying to fly out of his face. Videl jerked backwards at the look, whether it was because of the fact that she was shocked at how well her plan had worked or the fact that a Namekian who, as Vegeta said, probably had a serious problem with her was looking at her, the older woman wasn't sure. She was sure that the movement nearly threw her off and, had it not been for the second thing, she probably would have landed in a tree twenty feet away with a bad headache.

Two, Vegeta appeared so suddenly, towing a complaining Goku and looking furious, that she found the strength in her legs to drag herself back towards Videl's body and fix her arms around the teen's neck. Her husband was literally spitting with rage and Goku had temporarily dropped his whining at the sight of the female match making duo. He blinked with confusion, "Bulma? Videl? What are you two doing here?"

Then the third thing happened, making it quite impossible for either woman to respond because they were both frozen in terror.

Son Gohan, in all of his ascended Saiyan glory, had risen up from the clearing, his fists shaking and obviously extremely pissed off. All four of the people in the air turned slowly to look at him, caught the fury in his eyes, and made the same snap decision simultaneously.

The turned around and flew like hell.