Thursday, Gym Class:
"Okay class!" Krillin called after he called attendance. "Today we're going to do some basic drills. Gohan, Mirai, Sharpner, Videl, and I are going to walk around and make sure you're doing them correctly. Also, I am going to hold an amateur tournament after school at the end of the month. All amateur martial artists in all my classes are going to compete. Participation is mandatory. I want to see what you all have learned. After the amateur tournament will be an advanced tournament which is also mandatory for all of you that are experienced." Gohan and Mirai groaned, both thinking, Crap what if we accidentally kill someone? "I will divide the class into four groups for after school training sessions but you won't get your groups until Monday because tomorrow we have a special guest coming to talk to the class." Krillin's voice took on an angry and disgusted tone when he said 'special guest'. "I wish I could give you all the weekend but I can't. Each of the four groups will have one member with experience six without." (Class of 28 students) "The experienced member will be in charge of correcting his or her group during class as well as arranging and leading all after school training sessions. Now, everyone line up we're going to do a few laps first."
A/N: My apologies for that being one big, long paragraph.
Friday, Gym Class:
Krillin sighed. The principal decided that this would be the class the pre-schoolers and kindergarteners would get to see Mr. Satan. Why me? The Three Terrors all in the same room at the same time! Not only that but that oaf, Satan, and Gohan in the same room just screams danger. Krillin sighed again as his class walked into the room and put on a big, fake excited smile.
"Okay class! We have a guest speaker talking to us today. We also get to host some of the little kids so they can hear his speech too. I want you all to set a good example for these kids. Gohan and Mirai? Please keep a hold on your siblings."
Gohan and Mirai's eyes widened. "The Terrors? All three of them?" Gohan's voice sounded kind of like a whimper. "And a guest speaker. Krillin the only thing that could make it worse would be if..." Gohan looked at his friend's face and his face paled even more, which was, unbelievably, possible. "Oh no, Krillin! Please tell me I'm wrong!"
Krillin patted his young friend on the arm. "Sorry, kiddo, wish I could."
Gohan hung his head in defeat and looked as if he very much wanted to cry then sat down on the first row of bleachers. Mirai, still very pale, sat beside him. The rest of the class just stared at the two, trying to figure out why they were so upset before shrugging it off and taking a seat on the higher rows of bleachers.
"Okay! Let's take attendance while we wait for the little kids, shall we?" Krillin called attendance, just like everyday. Not long after he finished, two very harassed looking teachers and three sympathetic looking ones walked in with their classes behind them.
When the Terrors walked in they immediately spotted their brothers. Two cries of "Gohan" and one of "Mirai" sounded as they race over to where the two boys sat. When they walked up, they noticed how upset Gohan was. Gosen frowned, him being upset was really killing her sugar high. Stupid teachers didn't learn their lesson last time and gave them sugar.
She pulled on his pant leg and looked up into his eyes with a concerned look on her face. "Nii-chan, what's the matter?"
Gohan looked at her and sighed. He lifted her up and sat her in his lap, "Nothin' for you to be concerned about, Gosen." He flashed a shaky smile which made her smile a wide, happy smile. The kind of smile that was extremely contagious. Gohan couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks, Squirt, I needed that." He looked down to see Goten bouncing on his toes and smiling just as wide as his sister. "Have you two had sugar?"
"Not a lot! Just one cookie!" Goten defended.
Gohan sighed before scooping up his other sibling and sitting him beside his sister. "Okay you two. You are to behave yourselves, and that goes for you too, Trunks."
"Okay, Nii-chan!" the twins sang before climbing onto their brother's shoulders. Trunks rolled his eyes at their antics and sat on the bleachers between the two teenagers.
"Okay Everyone! If I can have your attention please! Allow me to introduce, the world champion and savior of the world," Dende don't let them have heard the sarcasm, "Mr. Satan!" All the students, except the saiyans and Videl, went nuts as Mr. Satan stepped out in front of the crowd. He stopped in the middle of the room and held up a victory sign and that seemed to fire up the students even more.
Krillin walked over and sat next to Gohan. Somehow he knew he would have to help restrain him before the end of the oaf's speech. Gohan was glaring heatedly at the man in front of him. Unfortunately for Krillin, the first two sentences out of Hercule's mouth made Gohan's glare turn murderous and all the others in the group matching his expression. What did he say?
"I have it on good authority that the mysterious fighters of the Cell Games have decided to enter this years World Martial Arts Tournament! But still no word about that coward Goku Son!"
Goten and Gosen almost attacked him but Gohan caught their arms before they could get away. They didn't know their parents but they had heard Gohan's stories and they knew that their dad was not a weak coward. Krillin had his hand wrapped around Gohan's arm but he knew it wasn't enough to hold him back if Gohan really wanted to kill Hercule.
The rest of Hercule's speech went by and he didn't say anything too bad. Until the end. "Now if anyone knows anything about that coward Goku Son—"
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU INSULTING HIM!" Gohan shouted, unable to contain himself any longer. "I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT GOKU SON WILL BE COMPETING IN THE TOURNAMENT AND THAT OUGHT TO HAVE YOU SHAKING WHERE YOU STAND! HE IS A HUNDRED TIMES THE WARRIOR YOU'LL EVER BE AND YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE IN HELL OF BEATING HIM!"
"I don't know who you think you are, kid, but—"
"I'M HIS SON!" Gohan was on his feet, he had let go of the twins and they stood at his sides. All three Son siblings had a murderous aura around them. "And not only is he a hundred times the warrior you'll ever be," Gohan's dangerous and icy voice was quiet but seemed loud in the silence of the gym, "but he's a hundred times the person." With that, Gohan turned and stormed out of the gym, the twins at his heels.
"Mr. Satan," Krillin's voice was dangerously calm, "with all your boasting and insulting, you have made a lot of very dangerous enemies. Every single one of them are competing in the World Tournament and every single one of them is strong enough to swat you away like Cell did. I am going to let it slide this time because I have a responsibility to Gohan but if I ever hear you insult Goku Son again, I will personally see to it that your deepest secret is revealed to the world. Mirai, can you make sure everyone stays in here until the bell rings while I go make sure Gohan and the twins are all right?"
"Sure, Krillin. Tell Gohan we'll have a good spar after school if he still needs to let of some steam."
"Will do." Krillin turned around and left the gym after Gohan.
Mirai turned to look at the dumbfounded Hercule and couldn't help but smirk. Hercule finally seemed to recover himself and looked over at Mirai. "Goku Son isn't set to enter the Tournament. Why did that kid say he was?"
"Because Goku is, but under an alias. I'm not telling you what it is but I can tell you that you had better be ready to surrender your title."
Mr. Satan's chest puffed out. "No one can defeat the savior of the world!" he announced.
"Too bad you're not one," Mirai said calmly just seconds before the bell rang. Both he and Trunks smirked before turning and leaving the dumbfounded class and astonished Hercule behind them.
Still Friday, End of History Class Leading Into Lunch:
"Hey, cuties!" Erasa leaned forward and poked the boys' shoulders. They still could not figure out how Erasa was in A.P. History. Who knows, maybe she's secretly smart. They turned around to look at the bubbly blonde. "Do you guys want to eat lunch with us today?"
Sharpner leaned over to whisper angrily in Erasa's ear. "Why are you asking them to eat with us? You know what happened in gym, what will people say when they see the two Hercule Haters eating lunch with us."
Erasa leaned over to whisper back to Sharpner, neither knew that both Gohan and Mirai could hear every word. "Because, Sharpner, I want to talk to them and ask them about why they don't like Mr. Satan and I think Videl has some questions too." Sharpner blinked at her. Maybe she is secretly smart. She turned back to Gohan and Mirai who were quietly conferring with each other in a language neither Sharpner or Erasa understood.
"—you know we can't."
"But what if we ate same place as usual and then went to talk to them? I mean, wouldn't it be easier if we gave them answers to their questions?"
Mirai frowned, Gohan had a good point. "Fine, we'll go talk to them after we eat, but only after!"
Gohan smiled triumphantly before turning a sheepish smile to Erasa. "Um, well, we can't sit with you guys when we eat because we have really weird eating habits that makes most people loose their appetites but we can come sit with you after we eat since you probably only wanted to question us about the gym thing."
Erasa smiled happily. "That's just fine, but I doubt you eat worse than Sharpner."
The two demi-saiyan best friends looked at each other. "You'd be surprised." Just then, the bell rang eliciting a pained groan from both boys. They stood and took off to the roof to eat.
A few minutes later, Gohan and Mirai exited the building to have several people glaring angrily at them. Erasa smiled happily and waved them over. Both boys shrugged and, with a 'let's get this over with' mentality, walked over to the small group.
"So," Erasa started when they sat down, "why don't you two like Mr. Satan."
They sighed in unison. "You want to take this one, or should I?" Mirai asked.
Gohan sighed again. "I'll answer. I figure it would be kind of obvious. After all he's said about my dad. I didn't particularly like Mr. Satan because I never really believed he beat Cell."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, when Mr. Satan walked into the ring at the Cell Games the only time we saw, he was swatted away like a fly."
"But you heard his explanation for that! He tripped and sent himself out of the ring!"
"Do you really believe that, Erasa? That rock-face had to have been at least twenty feet away, can he jump that high, Videl? Have you ever seen him jump that high?" Videl opened her mouth, then closed it. She hadn't ever seen him jump that high and she seriously doubted he could. "And he left himself open enough that Cell could land that blow before he touched him, so how could Mr. Satan have defeated him in one blow like he says?" Again Videl opened her mouth to counter but closed it again, his answer was just too logical. "So, if my theory is correct, then your father took the hard earned credit of beating Cell from the person who really did beat him." All three of them looked at him, stunned, that was a pretty good reason to dislike Hercule, especially if you added repetitive insults to his father.
"Well, what makes you think your dad can beat my dad?"
"Because my dad was champion back when the world's best fighters actually participated in the World Tournament and my dad has saved the world, more than once."
"What do you mean 'when the world's best fighters actually participated'? The world's best fighters do participate in the World Tournament!"
"Really? How many former competitors, from before the destruction of Papaya Island at the 23rd World Tournament, compete in the Tournament now? What about from the other bipedal species on the planet that used to compete, or the people that fought in other fighting sports. What about King Chapa? The Champion that, before he fought my dad, won the championship without being touched by a single opponent. There are a lot more that I can name, but I won't."
"You said your dad saved the world more than once. Name them."
"There are a lot of times that you don't know about and don't need to know about but I'll name two. Demon King Piccolo and when the sa—aliens came."
"Sa what? What were you going to say?"
"Nothing!"
"You were going to say saiyans weren't you! Admit it!"
"No I wasn't! I was going to say..." Gohan glanced around, desperately trying to find something else to say. "Uh..."
"You were! So that is what they called themselves! Why were you trying to keep that from me? Do you know why the new heroes call themselves saiyans? Do you Gohan?" Videl leaned forward, knowing she had him. Gohan was on the verge of cracking and she knew it. There was nothing Mirai could to to save his friend except.
"Crap, Gohan! We have to finish those plans for the project Mom gave us!"
"Wha...Oh, that's right! Sorry, Videl I have to go!" Both boys got up and high tailed it out of there.
Videl glared at their retreating forms. "I will figure you out Gohan Son. Mark my words." That's when the bell rang.
Friday, After School, Police Station
Videl sat at one of the terminals, searching the database for anything and everything to do with saiyans. She clicked on a link that was supposed to be pictures of the two aliens. A picture filled the screen and in it were two people. On was giant, bald, and extremely muscular. He wore what looked like a black speedo some kind of armor over his chest, a furry, brown belt was positioned snugly around his waist. The man beside him is what held her attention. He looked exactly like Vegeta Briefs, Bulma's husband. She examined the picture. Yep, it was him, it had to be.
Videl frowned. She had always known there was something weird about him. He comes from nowhere, marries the richest woman on the planet, and takes her name. Videl had always wondered about that. Maybe the saiyans didn't have last names or something. It would make since.
Then another thought struck her. If Mirai's dad is saiyan, that would make him a saiyan. Could he be one of the two new 'superheroes'? That would make Gohan the other but why would Gohan be a saiyan? But wait, that doesn't make since either. Mirai can't be that saiyan's son because he would have already been born. That's the only thing that doesn't fit. Maybe Vegeta is his step dad or something? But that doesn't fit either, he looks too much like Trunks to only be his half brother. Ah, my head hurts from all this thinking.
groaned and held her head in her hands. She came to a decision. She would ask Gohan. Gohan didn't seem to be as capable at avoiding questions as Mirai was so maybe if she got him alone she could get him to tell her all about this stuff! Videl smiled at her new plan and walked over to one of the phones and dialed the number to Capsule Corp.
After a couple of rings, Bulma Briefs' voice sounded through the phone. "Hello, this is Capsule Corp. Bulma Briefs speaking."
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs. I was wondering if I could talk to Gohan. I wanted to talk to him about something."
"Sorry, hon, Gohan's not home right now. Who is this? I'll have him call you back when he get home."
"This is Videl. He doesn't have my number, so if you could give me a guess as to when I could call..."
"Oh, Videl. Well, he's out in the mountains training so I don't know when he'll be back. Um...oh! I can just give you his cell number. I don't know if he'll answer it but it's the best I can do. Do you have pen and paper ready?"
"Hang on just one second, Mrs. Briefs."
"Call me Bulma."
Videl smiled as she pulled out a post-it note and a pen. "Okay, I'm ready."
"The number is 2725564." (Random numbers people)
"Thanks, Bulma. Well, I guess I better try this number."
"Okay, bye, Videl."
"Bye."
Videl hung up and dialed the number Bulma gave her. The phone rang for a while before she heard a voice on the other end, yelling at someone else. "Guys, stop for a second! I have a call!" There was some kind of response before, "Hello, this is Gohan. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Gohan."
"Videl?" he sounded surprised.
"Yeah, there's something I need to talk to you about and I would rather do it in person." There was a gulp on the other end.
"Really, what about because I'm training the twins right now."
"Well, could I come out there? It would make this a lot easier." She spoke in the sweetest voice she could muster.
There was another gulp on the other end and when Gohan answered he sounded really nervous. "Well, um, well...I guess you could, um, come out here, but it's a, um, long way from the city."
Videl smiled, she had him right where she wanted him. "Where, I'm sure it can't be that far."
He sighed. "The 439 Mountain Area?" he sounded unsure, like he was waiting for her to blow her top and scream at him.
"Wow! That is a long way! That has to be at least five hours from the city. How come you're not heading home right now so you don't miss dinner?"
"Well, being Bulma Briefs' godson has its advantages. How about you give me somewhere to meet in the city and we can talk there?"
"That sounds great! How about the park?"
"Perfect. See you in a minute, Videl." There was a click and the connection was severed.
"I've got you now, Gohan Son." She sounded dangerously like those female super villains in the movies.
Chapter 6
Friday, After School, Satan City Park:
Gohan stepped hesitantly into the clearing that he knew Videl was in. "Videl!" he called.
She turned around, shocked that Gohan had found her. "Hey, Gohan. How did you find me?"
"It's a trick my dad taught me."
Videl crossed her arms. "I thought your dad was dead; how is he competing in the World Tournament?"
"It's complicated. I could explain it to you but, like the story about the Z Warriors, you wouldn't believe it." He walked further into the clearing and sat down, patting the grass beside him to silently ask Videl to join him. She sat.
"Do you know who the two town superheroes are? Why they call themselves saiyans?"
"Yes and yes."
Videl waited for him to go on, when he didn't, she glared at him. "And? Who are they?"
"Mirai and myself."
Videl nodded, she had expected that. "Why do you call yourselves saiyans?"
Gohan sighed. "You know what the saiyans are, right?" She nodded and he continued. "Well, Mirai and I are saiyan, well half saiyan anyway."
"How? When the saiyans both of you would have had to have been five. And it's obvious that Trunks and Mirai are not just half-brothers."
"My dad was sent to this planet when he was a baby for reasons I can't explain just yet and grew up here. He met my mom and later had me. That story is a like the one about the Z Warriors. How Mirai is Bulma and Vegeta's kid, and he is their kid, is another."
Videl frowned but went on to the next question. "So your dad is saiyan?" A nod. "What about your mom?"
"Mom's human. So's Bulma," he added, just in case she asked..
"Do you know who those Gold Fighters were? From your first day?" she paused, a thought occurring to her. "Are you two the Gold Fighters too?"
Gohan sighed. "Yes, but I think that's enough questions for one day."
"I don't! How did you turn your hair gold? And your eyes teal? And move so fast the cameras couldn't see you?" Almost as an afterthought, she asked, "How strong are you?"
"Those are hard questions to answer." He sighed. "I'll tell you what, if you find me at the Tournament, I'll answer any question you have."
"You're competing?" Videl looked at Gohan for a moment, shocked. He nodded. A slow smirk crossed her face. "I guess we'll find out who's the strongest in the Junior Tournament then. But I have one request," she waited for Gohan to nod before she continued, "teach me how to fly."
Gohan blinked. "What?"
"Teach me how to fly."
Gohan frowned. "Why?"
"Why?" Gohan nodded. "I've always wanted to fly. It seems so peaceful up there."
"I'm teaching the twins this weekend, if you want to learn, come down to Mt. Paozu tomorrow." Videl nodded and stood. Then Gohan processed something she said. "Wait, did you say Junior Tournament?"
"Yeah, didn't you know? Everyone under eighteen has to compete in a separate tournament."
"What?" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "We have to compete in a tournament with kids?"
"Well, yeah, but some of those kids are older than you by four years."
"So? We could hurt someone!" Gohan let out a long, tired breath. "Well, that tournament is just going to be a waist of time for us saiyans."
"Well, there is a way to compete with the adults. See, the World Tournament staff decided that they would let the top six in the Junior Tournament try for the Adult Tournament, with parental consent of course. The top six will be allowed to punch the machine just like the adults and if they place, they place."
"Oh, that won't be a problem then. Bye, Videl. I have to go get the twins so we can go back out. I promised we'd stay up there for the night."
"Is that safe?"
"We're saiyans, Videl. Nothing out there can hurt us." Gohan smirked at Videl's shock before leaving the clearing.
Saturday, Mt. Paozu:
"Okay, guys. I have a friend coming over today so don't show off your strength too much. Okay?"
"Okay, Nii-chan!" they chorused.
"Are they going to be taking flying lessons with us, Nii-chan?" Gosen asked.
"Yes, she is. She should be here soon so how about we do some sparring until then? I don't think you guys have really trained your super saiyan transformation so how about we work on that?"
"Okay!" they sang before turning into super saiyans along with Gohan.
Their spar had been going on for nearly an hour when they heard a jet copter in the distance. They all flew up into the air so Videl could find them more easily. Gohan cupped his hands in front of his mouth and yelled, "VIDEL!" The yellow jetcopter turned in the air and started toward them. The son siblings landed followed closely by Videl. Gohan walked over to her as Videl capsulized her vehicle. "So, Videl, you ready to learn how to fly?"
Videl smiled. "Yes I am."
Gohan smiled and walked to the middle of the clearing. Videl stood next to the two four-year-olds feeling a little out of place. "Okay, flying is pretty simple. All you have to do is use your chi to push yourself off the ground and in whatever direction you want to go."
"What's chi?"
All three pairs of saiyan eyes turned to Videl. Gohan looked at he with a shocked expression, Goten with a mildly confused and oblivious expression, and Gosen's expression clearly questioned her intelligence. "You know, Videl, chi. Um, it's...um..."
Gosen held her hand out, palm up, and formed a small white ball in her palm. "This is chi."
Videl blinked at the blindingly bright ball. "But that's a trick."
"It's not a trick, Videl. It's chi," Gohan informed her.
"If that's chi, then I don't have it!" she snapped.
"Every living thing has chi, Videl." Gohan frowned. "Guys, I have to teach Videl about chi. While I do, try to concentrate your chi and fly, okay?"
"Okay!" they sang.
Gohan sat and motioned for Videl to do the same. "Okay, Videl, the first thing you need to learn is how to locate your chi." Videl nodded, her face set in determination. "Now close your eyes," Videl did as she was asked. "Concentrate on finding your center; focus on that pulsing. Got it?" Videl nodded, trying to keep her focus. "Now pull at it. Pull it from your center, up your torso, down your arm, and just above your palm." She did as she was told and was shocked at how tiring it was. "Now open your eyes." Videl opened her eyes to see a small, blue ball floating in her palm. The moment she saw it, she lost her concentration and it disappeared. She gasped for breath, her arms felt like jelly.
"Wow...that was..." she gasped out.
"Impressive," Gohan finished. "You found your chi a lot faster than I thought you would. I think it took Krillin a few hours to do what you just did and you did it in only a few minutes."
"All right so flying's next, right?"
She started to stand up, only to be stopped by Gohan's hand. "Not so fast, Videl. You still need to be able to control it and strengthen it enough so you can use your chi without exhausting yourself. Take a break, we'll continue after you rest for a while." Videl nodded before laying on her back to rest.
Gohan walked over to see how the twins were fairing. Gosen was floating in the air and looking down at Goten who was...jumping? "You're not trying to hop, Goten!" Gosen reprimanded in a patronizing voice. Goten stopped jumping and looked up at her.
"Use your chi, Squirt." Goten blinked at him before his mouth fell open in an 'o' shape. He nodded before setting his face in concentration and, after a couple of seconds, he floated into the air. "Good job, Goten. How long have you been in the air, Gosen?"
"A couple of minutes, I guess." she smiled proudly before flying around the clearing, keeping low in case she fell. Goten decided to follow her example except he took to a higher altitude.
Not too long after, Goten lost his concentration. "AH!" he fell to the ground and rolled over. His lip pouted out and his eyes watered.
Gosen landed beside him and frowned. "What are you crying for, Goten? That couldn't have hurt as much as when Uncle Vegeta back handed you threw the gravity room wall and you didn't cry then."
Goten shuddered at the memory, his tears forgotten. "I forgot about that." He grinned broadly. "Aunt Bulma was real mad at him after that."
Gosen grinned too. "Yeah, and then she had Grandma Bunny fix us all some cookies."
"They were really good cookies too!"
"Of course they were! Now let's get back to practicing!"
Still grinning, the twins jumped into the air, slowly flying higher and faster as they mastered flying at an unbelievable rate."
Lunch Time, Mt. Paozu:
"Goten! Gosen!" The two stopped flying around and turned to their brother. "Can you two go catch some fish and meet up at the house?"
"Sure, Nii-chan!" they yelled back before flying off toward a nearby lake.
"Is it safe to let them go off on their own?" asked a concerned Videl.
"Yeah, I'll know if anything they can't handle comes their way."
"How?"
"Same way I found you at the park."
The twins landed at the shore of the lake before diving in. Seconds later, fish the size of a small house were being deposited on the shore. Once there were four giant fish on the shore, Gosen called to her brother. "I think that's enough!" She climbed out of the lake before flaring her chi just enough to dry herself off. Goten jumped out of the water and did the same.
"Can we eat now?" Goten whined.
"No, Goten. We have to take the fish up the the house and take the scales and stuff off."
"Then we can eat?" he asked.
"Then we can eat," she agreed. Goten beamed and grabbed two of the fish before flying off to the small house located in the 439 Mountain Area. They got to work on cleaning the fish and were nearly finished when Gohan and Videl walked into the large clearing the house sat in.
Videl looked at the small house that sat beside four giant, cleaned fish. She wasn't sure what surprised her more, the presence of a house in such a secluded place that was so far from any city, or the shear size of each of the four fish. She decided it was the fish.
"Why did you get so much fish? Most of that will go to waist! See, I told you not to send them to catch our lunch!"
"It's okay, Videl. You'll understand why they caught so much, and why Mirai and I eat on the roof instead of with everyone else, when you see us eat."
Videl blinked at him. "You eat that much? But it only took you a few minutes to come out after the program yesterday!"
"Just wait and watch." He walked over to help the twins cook the four fish with chi.
A couple of minutes later, Videl stood, watching in a mixture of awe and disgust as the three half-saiyans ate. She couldn't believe anyone could eat so much or so fast. When they finished, only the small portion Gohan had cut off for Videl was left and Goten was eying it hungrily.
"Aren't you going to eat, Videl?" Gosen asked, concerned.
Videl looked at the small portion in front of her and her stomach churned. "Yes, Gosen, she is. I'm not going to continue teaching you about flying until you've eaten, Videl; you need the energy." Videl sighed but ate her lunch.
"Nii-chan, can Goten and I go back home and play with Trunks since we can fly?"
Gohan frowned. "I don't know, guys. You guys have mastered flying pretty well but I don't know how discreet you two can be and I don't want anyone seeing you. Besides, Bulma would have my head if I let you guys fly to town alone."
"Then can we go to Uncle Krillin's to play with Maron?"
Gohan looked at their pleading faces and sighed. "Okay, but you better call me when you get there. I'm going to call ahead so they're expecting you."
"YAY!" they cheered before taking to the air and shooting off toward Kame House.
"AND CALL NIMBUS IF YOU GET TIRED ON YOUR WAY THERE!" he yelled to their retreating forms.
"Okay, Nii-chan!" Gosen's yell sounded quiet because of how far away they were.
Gohan sighed before he pulled out his saiyan proof cell phone and dialed the number for Kame House. "Hello, Kame House," 18's slightly annoyed voice sounded over the line.
"Hey, 18. The twins are on their way over there. I was just calling ahead so you know. Oh, and can you make sure they call when they get there so I know they got there all right?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Is Trunks coming too?"
"He wasn't with me but he'll probably head that way when he senses the twins going." When Gohan finished, he heard a click and sighed. He closed his phone before putting it back in his pocket. "Well, good-bye to you too," he muttered sarcastically before turning to Videl.
Trunks flew up beside the twins as they rocketed toward the turtle hermit's house. "You guys going to Kame House?"
"Yes! We got bored cause Nii-chan was teaching some girl named Videl about chi after he told us how to fly." Gosen crossed her arms and glared in front of her.
"Yeah, but flying is easy so we didn't need much help," Goten added, oblivious to his sister's mood change.
Trunks wasn't so oblivious so he tried to think of something to distract her. His face lit up with an idea. "Hey, do you guys want to go on a Dragonball hunt? Like our parents used to?"
Gosen perked up, "That sounds fun!" She frowned. "But we need the Dragon Radar and we told Nii-chan we were going to Uncle Krillin's. We have to call when we get there."
"That's okay, I'll just go home and get the Radar and you guys go ahead to Kame house. Call Gohan and see if Maron wants to come. Then sneak off when no one's paying attention."
"Okay!" Goten responded.
"But what if Uncle Krillin starts looking for us? He can sense chi you know."
Trunks frowned. "Tell him you're going home and ask if Maron can come too, if she wants to come."
Gosen nodded and Goten beamed. "See you in a minute, Trunks!" They parted ways.
Soon after, the twins landed on the beach at Kame House. "MARON!" they yelled, deciding not to go inside after what happened last time. Aunt 18 hadn't been happy with them after that particular incident.
Little Maron ran outside to meet her friends, smiling. "Hey Goten! Hey Gosen! Is Trunks coming too?"
"Maron, do you want to go Dragonball hunting with us? Trunks went back home to get the Radar," Gosen whispered.
Maron thought about it for a moment before answering. "Yes! How are we going to get away?" Maron whispered back.
Just then, 18 walked out. "Gosen, your brother said to call him when you arrived." She turned and walked back inside after she delivered her message.
"Okay!" she called. She looked back at Maron. "I'll tell you the plan when I come back out." She ran past her friend to call Gohan.
"Wanna spar?" Goten asked.
"Sure."
The two stood facing each other and, just before either moved, Krillin landed on the beach with grocery bags in his arms. "Hey, guys."
"Daddy!" Maron cheered. Goten ran over and took some of the bags so Krillin could see where he was going.
"Thanks, Goten," Krillin said. "What are you doing here? I felt you and Gosen fly over here, congrats on learning finally."
"We came over to see if Maron wants to come play 'cause Trunks made up a game but we need four people to play," Gosen announced as she came outside.
"Sure, she can go with you guys if she wants. We already taught her to fly so it shouldn't be a problem as long as you stay close."
"How did you hear about this game Trunks made up if you were at Mt. Paozu with Gohan?"
"We ran into Trunks on the way here and he told us about it then."
"Yeah, they did, hon. Then Trunks left back to Capsule Corp."
18 frowned before nodding her consent and going back inside. The twins beamed. "Yay! Come on, Maron!" They jumped into the air followed closely by Maron.
Rather than going to Capsule Corp. though, they met Trunks about a mile before they reached CC they ran into Trunks. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Where's the first one?"
Trunks pointed south. "About twenty miles that way."
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Maron shouted before blasting off in the direction Trunks pointed.
About Five Hours Later:
The Three Terrors and Maron sat in front of the seven Dragonballs. "So...what are we gonna wish for?" Maron asked as she stared at the seven orange balls that held red stars inside them.
"I don't know..." Goten answered.
Gosen turned to Trunks, "This was your idea. What wishes did you have in mind?"
"I don't know, it was just something to do."
"I know!" Maron announced, sitting up. The other three turned to her. "What if we wish that all the Z Warriors and their families were saiyan? Daddy's always complaining about how it's unfair because saiyans are naturally stronger than humans and he has to fight them in the tournament."
Gosen looked up, thinking. "Yeah!" Goten cheered, "That sounds good! Then it'll be more fun when we spar!"
"They'll still have to train to catch up with us, Goten," Trunks reminded him. "And we'll have to wish that the Z Warriors and their families were saiyan. We can wish our tails back with the second wish. What do you think, Gosen?"
"What about Mommy? I never met her but Nii-chan says she wasn't saiyan and I don't think the dragon would make her saiyan when we make the wish because she's dead."
"Then we wish that all the Z Warriors and their families, dead or alive, were saiyans."
"'And their spouses and kids' rather than 'and their families'," Gosen corrected. That way it doesn't include Grandma Bunny or Uncle Krillin's parents or people like that. And we have to say except Piccolo because we don't want him turning from a namekian to a saiyan."
"Okay." Trunks smiled and stood.
"Tru-unks! I wanna call the dragon!"
"Call him together," Gosen instructed, not wanting an argument to start.
Both boys nodded and Goten stood up beside his lavender haired friend. "Arise Shenron!" they yelled together. The Dragonballs began to glow bright orange and then the sky turned black. Soon after, a giant bolt of lightening connected the sky and the Dragonballs. The lightening began to change shape and then color until a giant dragon floated above them looking extremely intimidating.
"Choose your words carefully as you speak. I will make two of your wishes true."
"I'm making the wish," Gosen announced, "so neither of your boneheads mess it up." Both Trunks and Goten glared at her but didn't object. They enjoyed angering her as much as Goku enjoyed angering Chichi. Gosen ignored their glares and looked up at Shenron. "I wish all the Z Warriors and their spouses and kids, dead or alive, except for the namekians, were saiyans!"
Shenron's eyes glowed red. "It is done. What is your second wish?"
"I wish all the saiyans, dead or alive, had their tails!"
Again, Shenron's eyes glowed red. Four pained cries filled the air. "It is done. Goodbye." With that, the dragon disappeared back into the Dragonballs and the Dragonballs floated into the sky before darting off in different directions.
All four of the kids had their hands where their tails had grown, at the very bottom of their back, and were crying out in pain. After a couple of minutes, it subsided and they all examined their tails happily.
Mt. Paozu:
"OW!" Gohan shouted at the top of his lungs, jumping up off the ground with his hands over where his tail used to be. His cry frightened many nearby animals as well as Videl. "OW! OW! OW!" he continued like that for several minutes with Videl watching in confusion. He stopped jumping around and rubbed his sore backside. "SO THIS IS WHAT THEY SUMMOND SHENRON FOR! I'M GOING TO KILL THEM!" he yelled into the air. He looked behind himself to examine his regrown appendage. "Well, I did kinda miss my tail..."
"GOHAN YOU HAVE A TAIL!" Videl shouted.
Gohan reached up to rub his ears. "Yes, all saiyans do. Mine was cut off a long time ago but apparently something," he growled the word, "caused it to grow back. And so help me Dende when I get my hands on those somethings they are dead!" He turned to Videl. "Come on, Videl, let's get to Capsule Corp. and get this sorted out."
The Lookout:
A groggy Dende wander over to the side of the Lookout. He had just been enjoying a nice, long, and well-earned nap when Gohan's shouting something about help had woken him up. He looked over the side to Mt. Paozu where he knew he would find his friend. He blinked when he saw him. "PICCOLO!"
Piccolo appeared at his side in seconds. "What is it Dende?"
Dende looked back at him. "We might a bit of a problem." Dende searched the Earth for each of the Z Warriors, all of them had saiyan tails. "Scratch that. We have a HUGE problem! What are we gonna do Piccolo?" Dende stared at the Earth, wide-eyed.
"What is it Dende?"
Dende looked back at him. "All of the Z Warriors, except you, have saiyan tails. So do their wives and kids."
Piccolo sighed. "I'll go blow up the moon."
Capsule Corp.:
"AH! VEGETA! WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?" Bulma's voice filled CC.
"I DON'T KNOW, WOMAN! I THINK THE BRATS SUMMONED THE DRAGON! MAYBE THAT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT!" Vegeta yelled back.
He was pleased rather than mad for the first time in a long while; he had his tail back. He figured the brats had something to do with it and Bulma would make him punish them for it. He would go easy on them, giving him his tail back even made up for the pink armor...almost.
"IF THE TERRORS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS I WILL KILL THEM!" Mirai's voice added in.
Kame House:
"Krillin," 18's voice sounded like she was barely controlling anger, "why do I have a tail?"
"I don't know! Why do I have a tail?"
Roshi walked into the kitchen where the couple stood talking. "Hey! You guys have tails! I wonder if it has something to do with Shenron's summoning."
"Someone summoned Shenron?" the two exclaimed together.
"Yeah, at least I think that's why the sky blacked out for a few minutes."
"I'm going to kill those kids!" 18 growled.
"Hon?" Krillin asked hesitantly. "How about we go to Capsule Corp. and find out what happened?"
Yamcha's Place:
(A/N: I probably could have mentioned this earlier but Yamcha is married in my fic. He also has an infant, about 8 months old. His wife's name is Emily and their daughter is Abby.)
"Yamcha," Emily's voice sounded like she was about to have a panic attack, "why do we have tails?"
"It probably has something to do with Shenron's summoning," Yamcha spoke in a soothing voice. "Calm down and I'll go talk to the gang to see what happened."
"I'm coming too. I don't want to have to sit around and wait to find out."
Yamcha sighed, he wasn't up to arguing about it. "Okay, go get Abby and I'll carry you to Capsule Corp. Everyone else is headed there."
Tien's Place:
(A/N: Tien and Launch are married, no kids.)
"TIEN!" a blonde Launch shouted.
Tien ran into the room, Chiaotzu not far behind. "You have a tail too?" Tien asked. "Something tells me that this has something to do with the dragon's summoning. Come on, I'll take you to Capsule Corp."
"You had better!" Launch shouted.
Capsule Corp., About An Hour Later:
All the Z Warriors and their immediate families (except Gohan, Mirai, and the four reasons for the current predicament) stood in the nature dome of Capsule Corp., waiting. Piccolo had already destroyed the moon and they waited for Mirai and Gohan to return with the Terrors (Maron had officially been dubbed a Terror by the adults) so they could find out what exactly they wished for and then yell at them for it.
Vegeta, to everyone's surprise, was smiling. He was the only one that didn't want to kill the Terrors for what they did though he did wonder exactly what they wished for. They stared at the door, waiting for the missing people. Finally, Gohan and Mirai walked in, a squirming child under each of their arms. Mirai had Maron and Goten while Gohan had Gosen and Trunks. Neither looked very happy. That's when Goku's voice filled the air.
"Hey, guys? Um...something happened here in Otherworld and, well, we were wondering what happened...and, um —"
Chichi cut him off. "I WANT TO KNOW WHY GOKU AND I HAVE TAILS! AND I WANT TO KNOW NOW!" None of the Terrors recognized the voice but they knew by the sound of it that they didn't want whoever it was to be mad and that her being mad meant big problems for them.
"I think we all want to know that, Mom," Gohan announced in a voice that barely concealed his anger.
Videl was looking around, trying to figure out who spoke. "Who is that?" she asked, frustrated.
"That was Mom, Videl. The first person was Dad, they're talking to us from Otherworld via King Kai." Videl stared at him, speechless.
"Who was that?" Chichi asked.
"That was Videl, Mom. She's a friend from school."
"School?" Chichi sounded overjoyed. "You're going to school? And you have girl friends?"
Gohan scratched the back of his head, blushing slightly. "MOM! Aren't you forgetting something? You know, tails?"
"SOMEBODY BETTER EXPLAIN THAT NOW!"
Videl leaned over and whispered to Bulma. "I see what you meant now." Bulma turned and nodded to her, a slight smile on her face.
"Well, Gosen, Goten, Trunks, Maron, care to explain?"
They all looked at each other for a moment before Gosen stood up, sporting her best puppy dog face, and looked into Gohan's eyes. "Well, Nii-chan," she used her sweetest, most innocent voice, "we were on our way to Uncle Krillin's to see Maron and we ran into Trunks on the way and Trunks suggested we find the Dragonballs because none of us have ever seen the Dragonballs or the dragon and we wondered what they looked like but when we gathered them we didn't know what to wish for but we didn't want to summon the dragon just to tell him that we only wanted to see him so we were talking about what we could wish for and then Maron said how her daddy was worried about having to fight saiyans like us at the World Tournament so we thought that we could make it fair and wish for all the Z Warriors except Piccolo to be saiyan because Piccolo is already an alien and all and then Goten remembered how you said we used to have tails and Trunks wondered what it was like to have a tail so we used the second wish for that." During her explanation, she moved her puppy dog eyes to everyone in the room. "We didn't think that you all would be upset and we're really sorry if we made you upset." Her lip and voice quivered and her eyes got watery.
Maron, Goten, and Trunks watched in amazement, the only thought on their minds was Wow, she's a good actress. Gosen's stare melted almost everyone's anger almost immediately...too bad Chichi couldn't see it. "YOU DID WHAT?"
"Come on, Chi, go easy on her." Bulma defended. "She's only four after all and for a four year old those reasons are pretty good. I'll have Vegeta punish them so you don't need to be too rough."
"But why would that effect Chichi and I? We're dead, usually Shenron only grants wishes like that for people that are alive."
"We thought that it wasn't fair that you and Mommy were excluded just in case you came back to life so we told the dragon 'all the Z Warriors dead and alive and their kids and spouses'," Goten answered in a sweet voice.
Gohan sighed. "Well no one can say you guys are stupid that's for sure."
About Two Months Away in Space:
A young, saiyan warrior ran into a large throne room. He seemed to have come a long way because he was out of breath. "Mistress!" he panted as he knelt in front of the throne. "We have received intelligence of saiyan life on a planet called Earth."
The woman who sat on the throne's eye lit up. "Oh?" she asked. "And where is this planet?"
"About two months away, but there is a slight problem." His mistress stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "They say it is Prince Vegeta, possibly others."
Her lips formed a tight line, that simply will not do. "Send the twins and their teams. Have them scout then report in. We must know the situation before we act."
Chapter 7
Over the next two months, Gohan continued to teach Videl about chi and soon she had learned how to control it enough that she could fly. Videl found out that flying was exhausting when you first learn (unless you're a super saiyan) but eventually mastered the art. The twins were put on a two month ban from sweets after the tail fiasco and it will be lifted the day after the Tournament, they await it with anticipation. Eighteen found she already was a SS (she is still as strong as a SS2; explanation at end); Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha, had managed to transform as well. (I may go back and put in those scenes but I don't fell like writing them yet.) Roshi is absolutely terrified and wishing he never agreed to fighting in the Tournament. Maron is competing, I don't believe I mentioned that before. There won't be much of Maron fighting as it will be one match in the Jr. Tournament. I think that's enough for your inside look at the two lost months so on to the Tournament!
Bulma beamed as she looked at all the Z Warriors, and the Terrors. Her disguises were perfect! All they had to do now was wait on Goku and Chichi. She examined each outfit closely in search of any last minute fixes. 18 stood leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. She wore red tights so dark they looked almost black under a navy blue skirt short enough that it allowed her to fight easily in and a shirt the color of her tights that was tight enough to see a glimpse of her figure but not enough that it made her look like a slut. A cloth mask the color of her skirt covered the top half of her face, stopping just above her mouth. She wore a pair of navy, saiyan style boots with red over the toes. Beside her, Maron stood in an identical outfit but with the colors flipped. Krillin wore loose, navy blue pants with a deep red shirt that was skin tight, dark red boots with navy tips, and a navy mask like his family's.
Not far away stood the other three Sons that were there. Gosen had downright refused Bulma's suggestion that she wear a skirt like Maron and 18. She wore an outfit that resembled the ones her brothers wore but with a feminine touch. She wore long, slightly loose, orange pants and a purple shirt. Her saiyan style boots were purple with orange tips. Her brothers wore similar outfits but where hers was purple, theirs was blue and Gohan's shirt was tight enough to be a second skin. Their masks were just like the others' but in orange.
Mirai and Trunks were dressed identically to Gohan and Goten except where the Son brothers' suits were orange, the Briefs brothers' were a neutral green. Their boots were different, however: they were white with gold tips just like their father's. Vegeta's outfit was solid blue but in the same style as his sons'. He wore the same boots he always did.
Tien wore green pants styled like that of the others; a white, sleeveless, skintight shirt; black boots, and a black mask. Chiaotzu was dressed like Tien except his pants were black. Yamcha dressed like the Sons only where theirs was blue, his was black. Piccolo dressed as he always did as he refused to wear any of the saiyan style clothing. Roshi was dressed like he had been when he was Jackie Chun all those years ago.
Suddenly, the head of everyone who knew how to sense chi snapped toward the door. There stood Goku, Chichi, and Baba. "Mom! Dad!" Gohan shouted as he closed the distance between them in seconds. Goten and Gosen examined their parents with wide eyes. They lifted their fingers and pointed to the one of the opposite gender.
"He/she looks like Goten/Gosen!" they blurted at the same time looking absolutely shocked and curious.
Gohan's head turned and he walked back over to them and picked them up before walking back. "Goten, Gosen, meet Mom and Dad. Mom, Dad, Goten and Gosen."
"Those are the little twins I had before I died?" she asked with tears in her eyes. Gohan nodded with a smile on his face. "They got so big!" she exclaimed before grabbing them out of Gohan's arms and saying a random assortment of things about them in a happy voice alternating with saying things she was sorry she missed in a sad voice. Gohan and Goku stepped back and Trunks walked up to them.
"I see what you meant when you said Gosen is like your Mom," he stated frankly. Gohan looked down at him long enough to flash a smile before turning back to watch his mother and siblings.
"Chichi, I know you're excited to meet your babies but you and Goku have to get dressed so we're not late for sign in!" Chichi looked up at her and sat the twins down with a reluctant face. "You'll have a lot of time to get to know the twins after you're dressed. You will too Goku." They went over to Bulma to get their disguises before disappearing into CC to change.
Not long after, Goku and Chichi returned in their costumes. Chichi was dressed identically to Gosen and Goku was dressed like Gohan. "All right, time to go," Bulma announced before leading the group out of the house. The super saiyans transformed before they left, leaving those that couldn't fly to use a jet Bulma had fixed just for the occasion. They had decided this beforehand so as not to give away the fighters' identities with their presence.
The group landed directly in front of the check-in counter. The person sitting there watched them land with eyes as big as saucers. Gohan stepped forward first. "Hello, we're here to sign in."
The lady shook her head before looking up at him. "Name?"
Gohan smirked, he had decided to use the name the media had called him, "Delivery Boy."
She blinked. "That's not a crea—" she cut herself off with a gasp as she realized who he was.
Gohan continued to smirk. "I know, the media never have any creative ideas when it comes to names, do they?"
"Y-y-you're..." she stuttered.
"The Delivery Boy," he finished. "Now, please, sign me in, my friends are starting to get impatient." He glanced over at the glaring Vegeta.
"Yes, yes of course. How old are you, son? I need to know if you're in the adult or junior."
"JUNIOR?" four young voices cried in annoyed unison.
"What a wonderful idea!" Chichi exclaimed. "But it's not quite fair to those young fighters like that Goku all those years ago, is it?"
"Well, there hasn't really been any fighters like little Goku."
"There are four of them right there, six if you count my oldest son and his friend." Chichi pointed to the Four Terrors.
"Well, miss, I'm sorry but rules are rules."
"Don't worry, guys. A friend told me something about the top six being allowed to try for a spot in the adult tournament." The Terrors smiled, pleased for the moment and Gohan turned back to the check-in lady. "I'm 15."
"Junior then. Good luck, maybe you'll place."
Gohan smirked. "There won't be any luck involved." He stepped back and let the others give their names.
"I'm Kakarott," Goku informed her.
"Harpy." Chichi (sorry, I had to)
"Hero, and I'm 15 too." Mirai.
"Prince." Vegeta.
"Baldie." Krillin.
"Eighteen." 18, obviously.
"Triclops." Tien.
"Midget." Chiaotzu.
"Bandit." Yamcha.
"Terror 1!" Trunks.
"Terror 2!" Gosen.
"Terror 3!" Goten.
"Terror 4!" Maron.
"Majunior." Piccolo
"Jackie Chun." Roshi.
"THE Jackie Chun?" the lady asked, incredulous.
"That'd be me. What'd you say to—" CLANG!
Chichi glared at him, all mighty frying pan in hand. "Uh...Mom?" Gohan asked nervously. She glanced at him. "You know you can't use that in the Tournament, right?"
"Of course I know that! But that old pervert had it coming!" Gohan sighed, there was no changing his mother.
"O-okay, you're all signed in now. The Junior Tournament starts in a couple of minutes and the punch-o-matic will be brought out shortly after." She watched Chichi nervously. The group merely smiled before walking inside.