Chapter Hundred-seven

Small Wonders! Great Saiyaman Exposed?!

"I… you… what… how?!" Gohan stammered out as he looked up at his baby sister in shock. She was a Super Saiyan?! When?! How?! This didn't make any sense! She wasn't old enough to go swimming by herself but she could turn into a legendary warrior of myth?!

"Did I do something wrong?" Goten asked as she looked up self-consciously at her hair. "I'm sorry I hit you. I just kinda got mad 'cause you hit me an' it hurt." She looked back down at her feet, shuffling them shyly. She'd forgotten what mama had taught her about sparring. Just because the other person hits you doesn't mean that they mean it and that they don't still like you.

"No," Gohan assured his sister as he touched her face gingerly. "I'm sorry I hit you that hard, Goten. It's just that when I used to fight, I fought for real. I didn't really hold back. I didn't mean it," Goten put her hands on Gohan's hand and smiled at him. "Now," Gohan continued, "How did you become a Super Saiyan?"

"I dunno," Goten admitted with a shrug. "I was just playing with Trunks one day and I felt kinda tingly here," she pointed to the back of her neck. "I kinda thought about it a bunch and…" she pointed to her hair again.

"A tingle in your neck…" Gohan muttered in disbelief. All the training he had endured, the suffering and the rage his mom had felt… and Goten transformed because of a tingling in her neck? It boggled the mind. "How long ago was this, Goten?" She held up two fingers. "Two… weeks?" he guessed. Goten shook her head.

"Two years," she explained. It just got more and more ridiculous. Two years ago? So Goten had been able to transform since she was five?! Gohan could even sense her ki. It was huge, especially for someone her age. She'd been able to defeat Freeza before she could even go to Kindergarten?

'Jeez,' Gohan thought as he sat down hard and stared at his baby sister. 'If I'm not careful, my baby sister's going to get stronger than me!'

"Is there something wrong with it?" Goten asked as she looked at her hair again. "Mama said it was a good thing but she also told me not to tell anyone so I dunno…"

"No, no!" Gohan promised his sister as he turned Super Saiyan as well to a gasp from his little sister. "See?" he pointed to his hair. "It's fine! You're just like me, sis!"

"You can do it, too!" Goten exclaimed as she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Yeah," Gohan said with a grin. "Your mom was the first one of us who could." Goten's eyes turned starry and it made Gohan laugh. She really did look like Goku sometimes. "So wait," Gohan asked, "If you can turn into a Super Saiyan, why do you need my help to beat Trunks? Unless you just wanna be fair?"

"No," Goten explained with a shake of her head. "Trunks can do it, too!"

"HE CAN WHAT?!"

OoOoOoO

"So," Vegeta began as Trunks stretched while the pair of them stood in the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta in his Gi pants and Trunks in a pair of blue gym shorts and a somewhat baggy yellow muscle shirt– Bulma'd had to buy one a few sizes up given Trunks' musculature for a boy his age. "How much stronger do you think you are than Kakarot's daughter?"

"Not that much stronger," Trunks admitted as he got up into a handstand and did some push-ups. "We've sparred a couple times and she's pretty close to me."

"'Pretty close' is too close," Vegeta said with a nod. "When I fought Kakarot, I was several times more powerful than her but she was a capable warrior and still managed to give me the closest thing to a defeat I had ever experienced in my life to that point." It was the closest thing to a compliment Vegeta had ever given Goku. "I will not let my son repeat that mistake. Computer!" he declared.

"Yes, your Majesty?" the Chamber answered with a voice that came from every direction and gave Trunks a start. Vegeta had never actually let Trunks in here before; he never let anyone else into the Gravity Chamber. The handful of times they'd sparred had always been in the backyard or the exercise room in the house.

"Gravity setting ten!" Vegeta ordered.

"Of course, your majesty," the Chamber answered. Trunks, who had up until that moment been throwing lighting fast jabs and leaping into the air to kick with the energy and arrogance of athletic youth, was yanked violently out of the air and would have fallen directly on his face if not for his natural athleticism and instincts making him drop into a crouch at the last second and save himself. Just as well, Vegeta thought to himself. Otherwise, he might have chipped a tooth and then Bulma would have raised all nine hells because of something called a "Class Picture Day" and then somehow it would all be Vegeta's fault.

"Wh-what the heck happened?!" Trunks asked as he struggled up to a standing position, his body trembling from the effort as he took deep lunges to get around the room. It was almost ridiculous. The boy looked like he was trying to swim through tar.

"I increased the gravity to ten times that of Planet Vegeta," Vegeta explained. "Which is one hundred times that of this planet."

"A h-hundred times?!" Trunks stammered out, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "How am I supposed to train like this?!"

"Either find a way or get out!" Vegeta warned him. Trunks huffed and gave his father a defiant look as he braced himself and then–

And then he turned into a Super Saiyan. Vegeta's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide as Trunks began moving much easier now that his strength was emboldened fifty fold.

"Trunks!" he snapped, making Trunks jump into the air. "What are you doing?! How are you doing that?!"

"Doing what?" Trunks asked in confusion. Vegeta turned Super Saiyan with an almost-hostile intensity.

"THIS!" Vegeta clarified as he pointed angrily at his spiked, golden hair.

"Ohhhh," Trunks said with understanding before shrugging. "Iunno," he admitted. "I just could one day a couple years ago." Vegeta's face began to grow red and he ground his teeth so hard that Trunks could actually hear it. "Uh… d-dad?"

"Tell me," Vegeta snarled as the color traveled up from his neck to his scalp. "Can Kakarot's daughter do this as well?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Trunks stammered out nervously. "It happened for the first time on the same day. We were just kinda playin' and then I sorta focused on this feeling in my back," Trunks turned around and jerked a thumb to the space between his shoulder blades. "Then this just happened." Vegeta's red face actually began to glow with anger. "D… dad?" Trunks asked as he took a step backward.

"Of course," Vegeta snarled without ever opening his mouth. "Of COURSE she can!" He had worked toward the singular goal of becoming a Super Saiyan for nearly his entire life. It was all he dreamed about, it had kept him up countless nights, there were times when it was the only thing that kept him alive. Yet now these… these children were able to do become godlike figures of his people's mythology on a whim?! "IT'S A SUPER SAIYAN BARGAIN SALE!" he bellowed with rage.

"...What?" Trunks asked in confusion. Vegeta clenched his teeth again and seethed with a noise that sounded like a boiling tea kettle. "...Dad?"

"All right," Vegeta finally sighed out irritably. "Show me how much of a Super Saiyan you are," he said while tapping his chin with a smirk. "If you can land a hit on me, I'll take you to that stupid amusement park you're always rambling on about." Trunks grinned excitedly and got into his fighting stance. Vegeta smiled to himself, noticing how similar it was to his own.

"Here I come!" Trunks called out as he shot forward in a burst of shocking speed. It was only due to the fact that Trunks announced himself that Vegeta managed to block the hit.

"Don't announce yourself!" Vegeta told Trunks as he sidestepped to the left and the right to avoid his son's attacks. His son's smaller fists made it somewhat more difficult for Vegeta to block his attacks. While Vegeta was distracted by Trunks' punches to his torso, he was shocked by his son actually displaying a modicum of strategy and throwing a sweeping kick at Vegeta's legs, nearly knocking them out from under him. It surprised Vegeta long enough to make him drop his guard to stabilize himself, allowing Trunks to shoot in and hit him on the jaw that connected solidly. Reacting on pure instinct, Vegeta struck back hard, hitting Trunks right between the eyes and sending him crashing hard into the wall. "Trunks!" Vegeta cried in shock as he realized what he'd just done.

He had struck his son, Vegeta realized to his horror. That horror in and of itself made Vegeta pause as if his brain suddenly stopped working. Why did he feel such a panic for hitting his son? Why did he feel such guilt? It was a single hit in a simple spar. His own father, he reflected, hit him dozens of times. It was only natural for Saiyan parents to hit their children. It made them fight, it filled them with anger. It helped them grow strong. So why was there still this stabbing feeling of guilt and regret in his chest?

"Owww," Trunks whined as he slid down from the wall and sat down on the floor. He gingerly pulled his hands away from his face and Vegeta felt another sick rush of guilt at the sight of blood running down from Trunks' nose. He touched his face and winced, whimpering as he pulled his hand away. "I think it's broken…" he muttered. Vegeta dashed to Trunks' side and dropped to a knee as he gently touched his son's face.

"Hold still," Vegeta muttered with the barest hint of concern. Not only had he hurt his son, he'd injured him. What sort of father was he?! Once again, as soon as the thought touched Vegeta's brain, he was questioning it. He was the King. Who was he to second-guess himself? To coddle his son? 'Then again,' he thought to himself, 'I did want to be a better father than my own…' he shook his head as he moved Trunks' nose gently. "It's not broken," he assured him. "It's just bruised and there's a little blood."

"You didn't say you were gonna hit back," Trunks muttered defensively as he pulled away from Vegeta's hand with a sniffle.

"I didn't say I wouldn't," Vegeta retorted. "You need to be prepared for anything in a battle. Your enemy won't tell your their plans, even if the fight is supposed to be fair," Trunks sniffled again and looked away sullenly. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he wiped the blood off on his pant leg. "Stop your crying," Vegeta told his son harshly before, almost reluctantly, softening his tone. "Then go inside, wash, and change. I'm taking you to that park." Trunks looked at Vegeta excitedly and almost began to squeal happily before Vegeta jabbed a finger in his face. "Don't make me change my mind!" Trunks nodded eagerly before rushing out of the Gravity Chamber. Vegeta rolled his eyes and shook his head. What had happened to him?

OoOoOoO

With brother and sister as Super Saiyans, the pair fought evenly, Gohan holding back a little while Goten went all out. Goten jumped to drive a dropkick into Gohan's chest but Gohan leaped into the air to avoid it, flying up out of her range.

"Hey!" Goten pouted as she stamped her foot. "That's cheating! Get back down here!"

"Cheating?" Gohan asked playfully with a bit of a smirk. "What do you mean?"

"I can't do that!" Goten replied hotly. The ridiculousness of that statement nearly knocked Gohan out of the sky.

"What?!" Gohan exclaimed in shock for the third time that day. "You… you can turn into a Super Saiyan but you haven't learned how to fly yet?!"

"Yeah," Goten huffed defensively. "What's wrong with that?" Gohan sputtered in disbelief.

"G-Goten," he stammered. "That's like knowing how to fly a plane before you know how to walk!"

"I don't know how to fly a plane, either!" Goten shot back, not understanding the metaphor. "Trunks can, though. Bro, you should teach me!"

"Okay," Gohan assured Goten as he touched back down. "Sure thing. I've just got a lot of stuff with school and the Great Saiyaman–" he paused and looked at Goten suspiciously. "You haven't told anyone, right?"

"No!" Goten insisted. Gohan nodded and patted her spiky golden hair.

"Okay," Gohan told his sister with a smile. "So like I was saying, my week's really busy. Starting Saturday, though, I'll start teaching you how to fly." Goten hopped up and down eagerly, the force of her tiny Super Saiyan legs making the ground shake under their feet. "Whoa, whoa!" Gohan cried as he put his hands on Goten's shoulders. "Easy there, settle down! Now look," Gohan said, "I think it's time for us to power down. It's probably close to dinner soon and we need to wash up."

"Race you to the house!" Goten declared, rushing off before Gohan had a chance to agree. Gohan was already inside the house when she got there, smirking.

"Didn't think that one through, huh?" he teased. Goten stuck her tongue out pulled down her eye at her brother.

"Goten!" Suno scolded as she finished setting the table. "Don't do that to your brother!" Goten rushed off to the bathroom with a mischievous giggle. "You get back here and apologize, young lady!"

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"Sooo," Gohan began while helping Suno do the dishes after dinner. "You've known that Goten has been turning Super Saiyan for two years now?"

"Yep," Suno replied with a proud smile. "It's made training her while you've been studying a little difficult but I've convinced her not to use it unless she needs to."

"Aaaaand when were you gonna tell me?" Gohan asked with a quizzical eyebrow. Suno just shrugged. "It's strange, isn't it?"

"What," Suno asked drily. "The idea of my children being thousands of times more powerful than me?" she chuckled, elbowing Gohan playfully in the side. "I've gotten used to it." Gohan laughed and rolled his eyes.

"I guess you've got a point," he admitted. "Trunks can turn Super Saiyan, too," Suno smiled and nodded. "You knew that already too, huh?" he asked. Suno nodded again and Gohan shook his head. "Why am I the last one to know this kinda stuff?" He didn't know how many more surprises he could take.

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"Man," Videl muttered as she stood on top of a skyscraper and stared across at the giant robot stomping around downtown Satan City. "It is way too early in the week for things to get this weird." It did not feel like a Tuesday.

"Tremble before me!" Professor Extor… not boomed, his voice was too nasally for a boom. It was more of a bray. Or a squawk. Regardless, he made some sort of noise as he stomped along with the motion controls of his giant robot. "I shall be the master of this world! Gero is gone! Brief has been ousted! I am the greatest mind of all!" It was a strange thing, to boast that you were the best one left.

"Shouldn't be too hard," Videl muttered to herself as she uncurled the grappling hook from her utility belt and started sprinting toward the edge of the building. The plan was simple: the nice thing about megalomaniacal would-be supervillains was that they put themselves on display. The bald, goggle-wearing mad scientist literally had himself in a clear case for everyone to see. She'd climb up the thing, smash the case, break the scientist's glass jaw, and save the day. She leaped off the edge of the building and swung the grappling rope, the hook giving a "Clink!" as it latched into the groove of the robot's shoulder groove. She hit the robot's giant arm with a thud and sprinted up the side, trying to ignore the fact that her shoes were starting to slip on metal. Just as Videl was going to reach the shoulder, however, Extor swung his arm to knock over a radio tower, sending Videl skidding off of the robot's arm, spinning out into the free air.

It was entirely possible, Videl thought, that she hadn't quite thought this through as much as she should have.

'Crap,' she thought while reaching for her backup grapnel gun. 'Crap, crap, crap, crap!' She fired her gun toward another building, feeling a surge of relief as the hook buried itself in the concrete before sprinting along the side of the building to try and attack the giant robot again. 'Okay,' she thought to herself. 'You got this. No problem. You're Hercule's daughter! You can handle–' It was at that point she realized a giant fist was coming right toward her. 'I should've just dropped out of the helicopter again,' she thought belatedly. Before the moment of impact, however, a red, green, and black blur burst into view in front of her, crashing into the giant arm and causing it to violently explode.

"I know you told me to stay out of Satan City," The Great Saiyaman remarked while still holding out his fist from when he'd destroyed the giant robot's arm with a punch. "However," he went on as he turned around to look at Videl while she glared at him, "I hope in this case you'll be able to make an excep–" he was interrupted by the giant robot's other fist smashing down on him, knocking him to the pavement below. Videl couldn't fight the bark of terribly vindictive laughter that burst out of her.

"Okay," Gohan muttered as he picked himself out of the Great Saiyaman-shaped hole in the pavement. "That'll teach me not to put my back to the supervillains." He looked up at the giant robot with a groan as he realized his HUD was sputtering and flickering and that half of his vision was looking up at the regular blue sky. "Crap," he muttered. "Bulma's gonna have a fit." Then he rocketed up toward the giant robot, deciding to put an end to this before anyone got a picture of him with three-quarters of his face exposed. He really should have gone for the full-head mask but it wouldn't have looked as cool. He grabbed the robot's arm as Extor swung his giant fist at him, ripping it off at the shoulder and swinging it up to knock the robot into the sky like a tennis player serving the ball before dropping the severed arm and following the robot up into the air. He punched through its chest before ripping Extor's control station off of the rest of the robot. Then he tore the case apart effortlessly and let Extor hang there in the open air for a few seconds before grabbing him and flying back down to the ground with him. He ripped some strips out of the supposedly-indestructible robot and wrapped them around Extor despite the scientist's wriggles and protestations.

"This isn't the end of things!" Extor swore as the Great Saiyaman handed him off to a police officer on the scene. "No prison can hold my mighty intellect! I will be free!"

"I'm afraid the real prisons will be quite a bit more difficult to escape from than they are in the comic books you clearly enjoy," quipped The Great Saiyaman, the teenager dressed in an elaborate costume complete with a cape. "Take him away, officer!" Then he flew off without another word, hoping the officer hadn't gotten too good of a look at his face. He hadn't.

Videl had, however. She'd gotten to the ground while The Great Saiyaman– no, while Gohan– was beating the hell out of the giant robot and had gotten a solid thirty second look while he'd wrapped Extor up, given his little end-of-the-issue line, and handed him off to the police officer. That face, that dark eye, those few locks of red hair that fell down over his forehead…

"Sunnuvabitch," Videl muttered to herself. Then she stroked her chin and her mouth slowly curled up into a smirk. She could use this.

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"For crying out loud, Gohan!" Bulma groaned as she looked woefully at the damaged helmet like someone had run over her dog. Not only was half of the visor missing but the helmet had been cracked and one of the antennae was bent. "What'd you do?!"

"Got punched by a giant robot…" Gohan murmured through barely-opened lips as he looked away and rubbed his arm bashfully.

"It's gonna take me, like, three days to fix this!" Bulma whined. Gohan's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Three days?!" Gohan exclaimed in shock. "The Great Saiyaman can't be out of commission for three days! The world needs me!"

"Well you better buy a mask from a costume shop," Bulma retorted as she jabbed a soldering iron accusingly into Gohan's face. "And in the future," she added, "Try to remember that you might be indestructible but my equipment isn't!"

"Well," Vegeta remarked from the doorway with a chuckle, "I'd hardly call him indestructible." Gohan spun around at the sound of Vegeta's voice. "You know," Vegeta added, "Without the helmet, you look… almost less ridiculous. Shame you're committed to this secret identity nonsense." Gohan rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore it.

"Hey, Vegeta," Gohan said as he began to walk toward him, "Have you got a minute?"

"I have exactly three," Vegeta told him while already walking down the hall and toward his office. "If you want to talk, you'll have to walk, I have a meeting in ten minutes to start planning the fall lineup."

"But… it's April," Gohan pointed out in confusion. Vegeta looked languidly back at Gohan and shook his head.

"You have no idea how long it takes to produce a clothing line, do you, boy?" Gohan shook his head. "Well as long as you've got my attention," he went on, "What is it?" So Gohan told him a summarized version of his meeting with Xī. "So," Vegeta began while he sat on the corner of his desk and rolled a glass of gin in one hand. "You're telling me that the creator, my creator, is a woman?"

"That's… the first thing I told you, yeah," Gohan remarked with some degree of irritation. Vegeta chuckled.

"Well, you've already lost me," he quipped. Gohan groaned and Vegeta laughed. "Lighten up, boy," he told Gohan with a chuckle. "Gods, you young people have no sense of humor. Now then," he continued after taking a sip of gin. "So this strange purple woman comes to you in a dream and tells you that the ultimate evil exists on Earth and she has named you as her Chosen One to defeat it."

"Well," Gohan corrected him with a modest tone, "She never used the term 'Chosen One'-"

"But she chose to speak to you," Vegeta reminded him. "And only you. My, my," he said with another chuckle and a shake of his head. "Now you're the Chosen One. Aren't we special?"

"She also told me to gather my forces," Gohan pointed out. "The strongest people I know. Vegeta, you're the strongest person on this planet besides me." Vegeta took a long sip of gin, never breaking his withering glare from Gohan's face. "W-well, I mean," Gohan stammered defensively, "It's not like we've sparred–"

"We should fix that," Vegeta interjected again. "Not right now, of course, I'm busy and you look like an idiot. Soon, though." Then he set the glass down on a coaster on his desk and rubbed his chin. "As for Majin Boo…" he shrugged. "I don't care."

"What?!" Gohan exclaimed vehemently. "D-did you miss the part about how Boo–"

"Is the greatest evil the universe has ever known, yes, yes," Vegeta remarked sardonically. "And how he'll destroy the world and bring about darkness untold, and so on and so forth. People said the same thing about Freeza," Vegeta reminded him. "And Trunks said the same thing about Cell, and some even said that about me." He gave the most dismissive shrug in the history of shrugs. "Forgive me if I don't leap to attention and give a salute."

"I– you… but…" Gohan stammered out in anger as his face began to turn red. "THE EARTH–"

"Is not important to me!" Vegeta interrupted harshly as he stood up from his desk. "This planet does not matter. Your people do not matter. The only thing that matters to me is my family–"

"AND THEY LIVE HERE!" Gohan practically screamed at him.

"For now!" Vegeta barked back. "I have a spaceship with a fully functioning hyperdrive in my yard as well as the coordinates and languages of ten thousand habitable worlds in here," he told Gohan while tapping his index finger to his temple. "If you fail in your little quest then I will take Bulma and Trunks and leave this planet behind. The Earth is not special. It is a mote of water and dust floating in the infinite abyss. The only things on this planet of value are my wife and the Prince," with that Vegeta walked around his desk and sat in his chair, spinning it around to turn away from Gohan.

"We're not done here!" Gohan snapped as he grabbed Vegeta's chair and spun him around to look at a Super Saiyan Vegeta glaring up at him.

"We are," Vegeta told him coldly. "Unless you'd like to see just how much victory has weakened you, boy." Gohan glared back down at Vegeta before turning away in a huff, his cape swirling dramatically behind him as he stormed out of the room.

"Well," Bulma remarked as she watched Gohan walk past her. "That didn't sound great." Gohan stopped and gave her a weary look and a sigh. "Hey," she said as she patted him on the arm. "If there's one thing I know about Vegeta, it's that an easy way to get what you want outta him is to appeal to his vanity."

"I tried that already," Gohan pointed out glumly.

"Ya didn't try hard enough," Bulma teased him. "Hey, I'll talk to him later. I got him to go to the beach with us before."

"How'd ya do that?" Gohan asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Made a bet with him," Bulma explained simply. "Told him that if he was a real, powerful Saiyan warrior," she put perhaps an inappropriate embellishment on those emphasized words, "He'd be able to go on the beach, out in the sun, for eight hours without sunscreen."

"How'd that work out?"

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Vegeta hovered over his and Bulma's bed in a black rage. He was covered from the bottoms of his feet to his scalp in sunburn and was, in fact, so badly burnt that he was glowing red.

"Not. One. Word," he growled down at Bulma who was sitting on the bed beside him. She looked up at him with a mix of genuine sympathy and an urge not to burst into giggles.

"Do you want me to get you some aloe?" she offered.

"I SAID NOT ONE WORD!" he screamed, although the effort of movement in his neck, shoulders, and face in that scream caused him to cry out in pain, which only hurt him more.

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"Weeeell," Bulma drew out with a grin, "I got him on the beach!" Gohan chuckled and Bulma patted him on the shoulder again. "So don't you worry," she assured him. "I'll get the old sourpuss to come around."

"I'M NOT OLD!" Vegeta bellowed from down the hall, causing Bulma to giggle again.

"And," she added, "I'll get the helmet fixed after you broke it so you can go back to being a hero." Gohan smiled and gave Bulma a quick hug before teleporting home.

"Crap," Gohan muttered as he walked into his room and sat down at his desk. "What a friggin day." Well, at least it couldn't get worse.

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"Soooo," Videl remarked slyly as she leaned against the locker next to Gohan's, talking to him completely out of the blue and separate from her entourage. "When're you getting that helmet fixed?" Gohan's blood ran cold and he was so startled by the question that he nearly ripped his locker's door right off the hinges.

"I-I dunno what you're talking about" Gohan insisted in a horribly unconvincing attempt at playing it casual while Videl giggled wickedly.

"Don't worry," she promised him in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "I won't tell anyone your big secret. Even if I am 'Satan City's Favorite Daughter' or whatever and I could be on the news like that," she snapped her fingers for emphasis. "You just gotta do something for me…" her tone was almost sinister as she moved her index finger in a slow spiral before brushing it along Gohan's arm. Gohan didn't feel entirely comfortable with where this situation was going.

"Y-yeah?" he asked, already wincing. Videl leaned up to whisper in his ear and could probably hear Gohan's heart up in his throat.

"I want you to teach me to fly," she told him. Gohan looked at her as if he were about to faint.

"Oh," he sighed with relief. "Is that all?" he almost burst out laughing. "V-Videl," he stammered out. "You could've just asked me like a normal person. It's not some big, clandestine secret. I'd be happy to show you!"

"Oh…" Videl was kind of surprised by that. "Really?"

"Yeah," Gohan said with a nod as he wrote quickly on a scrap of paper and handed it to Videl. "These are the coordinates to my house," he explained. "You can come by on Saturday. I was gonna teach my little sister to fly, anyway," he closed his locker while Videl stood there with the paper in her hands, still somewhat confused. "Oh," Gohan added. "You might wanna think about cutting your hair or something," he suggested. "Just so it won't get in your way while you're flying. Plus it's too easy for people to grab it during a fight right now." Videl's lips curled up into a catlike smirk as she leaned closer to him. "Wh-what?"

"Is that the real reason?" she asked coyly. "Or do you like girls with short hair?" Gohan stammered in red-faced incoherency and Videl laughed so hard that she doubled over, holding onto her knees to keep from falling over.

"I'm just fuckin' with ya, you dork!" she exclaimed when she straightened up and slapped Gohan on the arm. She let out a few more wheezing laughs before she looked up at him shyly, tapping her index fingers together. "Do you, though?" she asked in a more sincere-sounding voice. At this point, Gohan didn't know what was going on, so he didn't answer one way or the other.

"O-or you can braid it," he muttered while still red in the face. "Or put it back in a ponytail or a bun or somethin'. Just so it doesn't get in your eyes while flying," Then he murmured out an almost-inaudible "See you Saturday," and made his way down the hall to his next class. Videl chuckled and shook her head. So she was gonna learn to fly and, maybe, pick up some Son Family secrets as well.

"Man," she said to herself as she started heading off to her next class. "This week is turnin' out great."

'Man,' Gohan thought to himself, 'Can this week get any weirder?'

SSVC/N: Holy cow. Two years, over a hundred chapters. It's still kind of crazy to think we made it this far. Once again, I would like to thank everyone for their support, every favorite, every follow, every review, every kudos. It all means a tremendous amount. Last year I said we'd see you at the Boo Saga in year two. Now we're here. I wonder where we'll be for year three.

Z/N: It's been a long, rough road but we're finally here. Moved an inch forward; it's been two years. Ups, downs, all arounds, don't know quite what we did to get through. Songs aside, it's amazing that we're here once again and exactly where I said we'd be. This is, quite honestly, beyond even my wildest imaginations. Even if Cloud's done most of the work, the simple fact that we've been consistently doing the same thing for two years and have created one of the longest Dragon Ball fics on AO3 is nothing short of amazing. This is the final stretch of the story, the final saga in the original manga. After this, there'll be a couple different things we could do. Which one will we choose? Well, I guess you'll just have to find out. See you next year!