Pine had to go to Gohan's for another set of clothes. In truth, all she did was go off into the woods and make him another set using her ability (Actually, what is it? Is it magic, a weird twist in using ki, or nameckian ability?) and lazing away a bit of time to make it seem as if she had gone to his house.

After she felt as if she had waited long enough, she walked back into the clearing with the waterfall and lake. Gohan was sitting down on a submerged table like rock in the shallows, looking really pissed. Pine was surprised she couldn't see steam coming out of his ears, he looked so mad.

"Here ya' go, kid," Pine said as she threw the clothes at him. Catching them, Gohan looked at them with confusion.

"Uh, Pine, where did you get these? These aren't mine..."

It was only then that Pine realized her mistake. Ever since Son had died, Gohan had been wearing Son's colors in honor of his father for fighting clothes. What Pine had created was a set of her old gi in Gohan's size.

"Um, uh," [Think fast!] "I made those as a gift I was going to give you before the tournament. Figured since you needed a set of clothes, might as well give 'em to you now." Pine's eyes narrowed. "Now would you kindly dress yourself?" She turned around and walked off a bit.

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[Wow, these look like Mr. Piccolo's clothes! Even a cape! Does Pine know who I am?! That would be very, very bad! Mom and Bulma-san said that if anyone found out I might not be able to go to school like a normal person...]

[Baka.] Another part of Gohan's mind stated. [Pine is Bulma's niece. Of course she would know the truth about you.]

[Oh, well... Huh, wonder what Piccolo-san is doing right now... It's been so long since I've seen him. I'll go see him tonight. AFTER I get that picture.]

And with that, Son Gohan dressed in a gi that he hasn't worn for seven years, thinking about what to do to his brother and Trunks.

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"Hurry up, Goten! We gotta get this film developed before your brother finds us!" Trunks landed on the lawn in front of Capsule Corp. and without pausing ran straight into the building, Goten following close behind.

Trunks smirked as he passed his father in the hall, heading towards the black room. This was going to be great blackmail material if he could pull this off. Heck, maybe he would even post it on the net.

[Nah, I wouldn't get any money for it.] Still smirking, Trunks continued onward.

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Vejita towled his hair off, staring at the hall his son and Kakarrot's demon spawn had taken. It was just freaky the way the kid looked like a carbon copy of his father. Though he had to admit, except for coloring, facial hair and stature, he looked like a carbon copy of his father to.

Shrugging it off as the weirdness of Saiya-jins, Vejita continued down the hall towards the onna's workroom. He was in a fiesty mood and really wanted to see his mate in a rage. She always did look her best when she was really passionate about something.

Chuckling to himself, the last full-blooded Saiya-jin walked forwards to a fight already confirmed.

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Piccolo turned around as Gohan's hand rested on her shoulder. For some odd reason she could feel her face starting to heat up. For some strange reason, it felt like something was making her stomach tighten.

Growling and the unfamiliar feeling, she ducked out of his hold, took two steps in the direction of Capsule Corp. and jumped into the air. Turning around in the air, she watched as Gohan copied her. Turning to face foreward she smirked her evil smirk. She never REALLY had forgiven Trunks for what he had done to her, and watching as Gohan meeted out his justice to the kid would make her day.

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Trunks and Goten looked up startled as the door to the black room opened. Eeping as various ki-blasts entered the room, both chibi's ducked out of the way as the prints that had been developed vaporized in an instant.

"Nii-chan's here, Trunks!"

"I could've figured that out on my own, Chibi!"

"Now what do we do?!"

"Plan B!"

"Gotcha ya!"

Both Chibi's ran like mad for the back of the room, where an emergency exit was incase of fires. Scared stiff, they glanced back, expecting to see Gohan tearing after them as Trunks opened the door. Both boys ran foreward only to fall back on their butts as they collided with another person's chest.

Terrified, they looked up to see the glinting eyes of Pine as she looked down at them, unconciously licking her lips, giving the two kids a great view of her sharp fangs.

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Gohan smirked faintly as Pine deposited the two terrified chibis on the ground. As Pine had been intimadating the kids and almost making them piss their pants, he had been busy rooting out all of the developed and still developing pictures and blasting each one into oblivion. He smiled as he picked up the negatives and watched in barely contained glee as his ki flared and made them shrivel up and poof into ashes in an instant. He had always been something of a pyro.

Glaring down at the two, he looked Goten straight in the eyes. "When we get home, young man, I'm telling mom what happened." Gohan smirked as he saw the undisguised panic in his little brother's eyes. His attention shifted to Trunks.

"Now, Trunks," Gohan almost purred, "what to do with you?" Gohan watched as Trunks visibly gulped.

Pine smirked her oh so familiar smirk as she watched Gohan cock his head in that thinking pose of his.

"Hmm...Yes, that will work just fine. I suggust you start running, Trunks." A slow smirk formed on Gohan's face. "You're about to have an angry father on your hands." With that criptic reply, he picked his brother up by the colar of his gi and walked out the door. Realizing that Gohan had given him a head start, Trunks ran out of the room, heading for Kami-knew-where.

Intrigued, Pine almost followed, till she spotted a piece of paper. Picking it up, she stared at a missed photo of Gohan. Feeling her face heat up, she quickly tucked the photo in her belt. Suddenly feeling uneasy, Pine looked around to see if anyone was around. Sighing as she saw what she had been expecting, she to left the room.

--To be Continued.