C vs D

By Cremrock

Chapter 6: Gohio and Dende-ette

Vegeta glanced through the classroom window, decided that what he was watching was uninteresting, and snuck through the bush to the next window. When he had awakened from getting knocked out, Kulilin was still unconscious. Vegeta had decided to blow off some steam without blowing the former monk up, so he had decided to start doing his new hobby, stalking people. He had already seen a chemistry class and a health class, and stuck his head into the next window, spying, of all people, Piccolo. He grinned as he saw the Namek say some words to a girl who was standing nearby.  Now here was some dirt, something he could blackmail Piccolo with. Then he saw what Piccolo had accepted from the girl. It was strange, but the name of that drink looked awfully familiar. He could have sworn he had seen that drink the other day.

"Now where was that… Let me think… Super Mega Hyper… Wasn’t that the drink that made Dende go berserk the other… OH NO!" Vegeta thought. Vegeta stood up, as the next event seemed to transpire in slow motion. He even heard his own shout.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He shouted in slow motion, as the first drop of cola slowly dripped down towards Piccolo’s outstretched tongue, as he was getting ready to guzzle the way he had seen some guy or other do on TV. Piccolo glanced up at Vegeta in slow motion, but the drop of cola landed on his tongue as his eyes widened in surprise. Slowly his pupils shrunk and his face took on an odd grin…

Tia blinked in disbelief as Piccolo exploded out of his chair and turned circles so quickly he became a pink and green blur. He then skidded to a stop in front of the surprised girl. He grinned.

"Hey babe! Want to go out on a date? I’m the cutest asexual you’ll ever meet!" Tia blinked again before smiling awkwardly.

"Um… sure Piccolo-san, I’d like that a lot! Wow, to think you’d ask me out on a daaaaaattttttteeeeeeee!!!!!!!" Tia finished her sentence awkwardly because Piccolo had swept her off her feet and jetted through the roof. In the bushes outside, Vegeta glanced up and ran a hand through his spiky, black hair. He shrugged.

"This could be interesting… I think I’ll follow them… glad I brought this along!" Vegeta reached into his pocket and pulled out a camera, exploded into Super Saiya-jin form so he could keep up, and flew after the pair.

"Oh Romeo, Romeo, where fore are thou Romeo…" Dende exclaimed with enthusiasm, thrusting his left arm out in a sweeping gesture. His yellow dress billowed around him. The class laughed as Gohan sheepishly trotted up, ready to say his line.

"Oh Juliet, my sweet, I," Gohan threw down his book in a rage. "Darnit! I just can’t take this anymore! This is so embarrassing, and this is just so freaking weird!" The teacher and Dende blinked at Gohan. Dende glanced at his book. He tiptoed over and elbowed Gohan.

"Psst, hey Gohan, I’ve come to help you with your line, I think you said the wrong part…" Gohan stared at Dende as his face scrunched up. Then he fell to his knees and started bawling like a big baby.

"It’s just not fair! Why does my friend have to be a total idiot! Why, oh why must my life be turned into this hell! What have I done to deserve this! What evil force must be toying with me!" The teacher’s eyes widened as a grin encircled her wizened face. She felt full of energy, and walked in front of the class.

"YES! THAT’S IT GOHAN! THAT’S WHAT DRAMA IS ALL ABOUT! THAT’S A PERFECT EXAMPLE!" She exclaimed, raising her arms in the air vigorously. Gohan stood up and gazed at the teacher. His face was frozen in a look of rage. He raised his arms, walking up behind the unsuspecting teacher and preparing to dismember her…

Dende leapt into his arms instead, realizing what Gohan’s intent was. He had realized what Gohan had said, had finally realized the class had been laughing at him and Gohan, and in a rare act of unselfishness, had decided to keep Gohan from snapping completely, saving the perfect school record of no detentions, trouble, or tardies he had built up over the years. Gohan scarcely knew what he was doing as the dress clad Namek landed in his arms, he just started tearing even while Dende screamed. A minute later, Gohan was holding Dende, who was gazing up at him with wide eyes and a shocked look. The dress had already been torn to shreds, as was Dende’s robe. Fortunately, he still had on his huge purple pants, and he was wearing a T-shirt with the tie dyed words, "Official God of Earth" inscribed on it. He was hyperventilating.

"Gohan… d…don’t go any lower… I’m not THAT fond of showing myself off… p…please snap… out of it?" The wild look slowly ebbed out of Gohan’s eyes as he put Dende down. The teacher and the class were staring at the two of them wide eyed. Gohan cleared his throat, as Dende was in no condition to speak.

"Ahem… and that’s how a drama SHOULD be performed, but the actors nowadays just don’t have the energy. Take a bow, Dende!" Gohan bent down, bowing, even as he whacked Dende on the back so hard the god’s torso also swiveled down. The bell to go rang a second later. Gohan didn’t even wait for the teacher to dismiss them, he just waved goodbye, grabbed Dende, and dashed out the door. The teacher turned to look back at the class.

"Um… let’s all give a big round of applause, class!"

Dende finally snapped out of his stupor, once Gohan had jammed the smaller person on top of a water fountain and splashed water all over his face. He grinned.

"Sorry I lost it back there, Dende. Thanks for saving my perfect record. You’re a true friend!" Gohan reached forwards for a big embrace even as Dende’s eyes widened and he rolled to the left. Gohan clamped onto the water fountain instead. Dende groaned.

"Um, please don’t touch me Gohan, I’ve already been flushed, crushed, and now had most of my clothes torn to shreds by you today, in fact maybe you should just not touch me for um… the rest of my life. Okay?" Gohan shrugged, still grinning.

"Whatever you say Dende, thanks again for preserving my record… I’m sorry to tell you that there’s another class left, but you’re going to love it! It’s Phys. Ed! Everyone loves Phys. Ed!" Dende’s eyes widened.

"Um… I did some research on that subject… what’s this about having to change?" Dende said, worried. Gohan grinned.

"Oh, that’s no problem, all you do is strip down to your underwear, and then throw on a T-shirt and gym shorts… that’s not so bad after having all your clothes ripped off, is it?" Dende glanced up at the ceiling.

"Um… I don’t know how to break this to you Gohan, but… um… it’s just that… I…" Gohan’s smile rapidly disappeared.

"…don’t have any underwear?" Gohan finished his friend’s sentence, a groan beginning from deep within his throat. Dende glanced down at his purple pants.

"Well uh… Namek’s like loose clothes... Why do you think our clothes are so big?" Dende explained. Gohan sighed.

"Well, it just so happens that I’m prepared for everything, and I brought some spares… one size fits all… what do you say?" (I have no idea how this can be applied to underwear, but if anyone ever invents it, tell me. I’d buy one!) Dende groaned.

"Aw, c’mon Gohan, even I don’t wear Teddy bears… not that I’ve been spying or anything… uh… heh heh…" Gohan squinted.

"Alright, that’s it. Now you have to wear them, or else I’m going to tell everyone your little secret!" Gohan exclaimed. Dende stared at Gohan coolly.

"What secret might that be Gohan, I have nothing to hide!" Dende exclaimed. Gohan grinned mischievously.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"What about this picture I took of you a week or two ago, hmm?" Gohan opened his wallet and pulled out a wallet-sized picture. He handed it to Dende, who took it and examined it. Slowly Dende’s eyes widened as he curled his lower lip. He stared at Gohan, who dashed around behind him and glanced, over his shoulder.

"Awwww! That’s sooo cute Dende! Who’d have thought a big sixteen-year-old Namek like you would be sleeping with that delightful entourage of stuffed animals… why, that’s such a cute looking pink bunny! And look at that dog, he has such wide eyes! And what’s that in your mouth? Your thumb? Isn’t that soooo precious…" Gohan said in a slow, cute voice normally reserved for grandmothers or aunts that pinch their adorable 3 year olds cheeks. Dende turned around slowly. His eyes were wide open and he was taking slow breaths, trying to conceal his rage. He uttered one slow word.

"H…how…?"

Gohan grinned, even while snatching the picture away before Dende could think to tear it up.

"I have my ways. Remember when you got sick that one day and I came to cheer you up? Well, you said you were tired and was going to go to bed, so I figured I’d come in and check on you later… who’d have thought that you’d have so many stuffed animals!" Dende glared.

"Fine, fine, I’ll wear the stupid underwear." Dende snatched them out of Gohan’s grip and trudged into the nearby restroom.  Gohan glanced left and saw that the boys’ bathroom was out of order, and sighed. "It must be nice to be gender neutral some days..." Dende presently returned, wearing his normal clothing but not holding the underwear anymore. He grinned at Gohan.

"Wow Gohan, these are nice and snug around my waist!" A bead of sweat ran down Gohan’s face as he stared at Dende, who was deep in thought for a moment.

"Well, gee, that’s nice…" His voice trailed off as he led the way to the gymnasium and locker rooms.

Dende snickered. If Gohan was going to force him to attend gym class, let alone wear this incredibly dopey looking underwear, he was going to embarrass his friend as much as he could. As they walked down the hall, more the one person did a double take as they heard the Nameksei-jin’s words, as Dende had suddenly burst into song about halfway down the hallway…

"Ohhhhhh, Underwear Underwear! I’m singing a song about Underwear! It’s so snug and it’s a nice fit, it only chafes a little bit! Underwear, underwear, given to me by my friend…" Gohan glared at Dende, who feigned obedience for a moment. Unfortunately, as soon as Gohan turned his head with a tiny little smirk since he had been able to bully his friend into stopping the prank, Dende screamed out the next two words of the song at the top of his lungs. "…SON GOHAN! Underwear, underwear, it’s just as good as tender-loving care! Underwear, underwear! Ohhhhhhhhh…"

Somehow Gohan managed to survive the hundreds of glances as Dende burst into yet another verse, but Gohan’s face was beet red the entire time. Mercifully, Dende quit singing as they neared the locker room, most likely so that he wouldn’t embarrass himself. The "ordeal" was about to begin.

Dende and Gohan walked out into the gym, clad in T-shirt’s and gym shorts. Mercifully, Dende’s changing had gone without incident, and no one commented on the fact that he was obviously not a human, but then, few people had noticed the entire day. Instead, they noticed Dende’s incredibly clashing colors, as the only shirt he had been able to find was his "Unofficial God of Earth" T-shirt, which was an incredible eyesore with every single visible color on the spectrum speckled all over it. His shorts were actually his purple pants, which were rolled up so much that it looked as if two huge doughnuts were strapped to Dende’s thighs.

Suddenly someone let out a whoop, and before Dende and Gohan could get a good look at the gym teacher, the entire class charged towards the instructor, who was oddly enough, clad in a maroon gi and a bright white belt. Only one man would wear such an ugly looking outfit. The man, the myth, the legend… …Mr. Satan. Dende and Gohan glanced at each other as Mr. Satan finally began to bring the class to order with his booming voice, and of course, the fact that everyone in the class would likely jump off of a cliff for him. He looked at the eager class, and really wished they’d calm down, as he had been receiving welcoming receptions like this the entire day.

"Gosh darned celebrities teaching students program…" He mumbled, low enough so that the class couldn’t hear. Except for one person, who snickered. Mr. Satan looked to the left side of the line, his eyes ablaze with rage, wondering who was laughing at him.

"Who was it?!" He screamed. Dende looked around and panicked as every finger swiveled towards him. He did, after all, have a rather unique voice, and everybody always blamed the one who dared to be different. Not discounting the fact that it was plainly obvious he had the biggest ears of the lot. He smiled awkwardly, and as Mr. Satan trudged up to him, ready to begin a huge throttling/punishment, he finally recognized the short, green person in front of him, and sweat dripped down his face.

"It’s… you, isn’t it?" Mr. Satan asked slowly, and Dende nodded, smiling slightly at the power he had. Mr. Satan turned around and then looked back over his shoulder at Dende, who maintained his tiny smirk. "That is to say… you’re… him?" Dende nodded again. Gohan watched the bizarre exchange. Mr. Satan walked away a few more steps, then looked over his shoulder again, looking very nervous. "Am I in trouble?" Dende shrugged, smiling a little more, enjoying his power and the obvious fact that after his previous outburst, Mr. Satan was afraid that Dende would use his supposed godlike powers on him.

Dende didn’t feel like explaining that his powers as the god of Earth to the occasional bout of telepathy, a bit of control over the weather, and of course his favorite past time, dropping heavy objects from the sky onto people who desperately deserved it. More then once the newspaper headlines had read, "Mugger’s would-be victims rescued by unexplainable bowling ball falling from the sky." Regardless, Dende was perfectly happy letting Mr. Satan know some unexplainable doom was about to fall upon him if he made Dende angry. After the strain and overall soreness of his arms following the defeat of Buu, he had vowed that unless there was another dire strait or he had to use his flying powers to save someone, he would never again play "Dende’s taxi service again."

Mr. Satan began taking roll as Gohan grinned at him.

"You know Dende, that was really mean. He’s expecting a lightning bolt to come bucking out of the sky now and incinerate him."

Dende just smiled even wider and nodded slightly. In reality, he wasn’t normally mean to people, and he realized that despite his annoying tendencies, Mr. Satan provided something to the people of his planet. Mr. Satan was a role model, and it secretly warmed his heart when he saw some child refusing to do drugs because they wanted to be just like their hero. Never mind the fact that he had seen Mr. Satan smoking on many occasions. He reminded himself to drop something on him for that. Being a god had its perks.

Mr. Satan stepped up in front of the class again, taking a nervous glance at Dende and Gohan before speaking.

"Okay class, today we’re going to be playing American Football, and of course, it’s a contact sport! None of these wimpy flags!" He screamed, laughing and tossing the belts full of flags aside. Some of the weaker looking boys in the class gulped, as the bullies and huge, athletic people grinned and cracked their knuckles. Mr. Satan nodded slightly and continued. "I will choose two captains to pick the teams! They are… Melville Dende, and Son Gohan! Gohan will get the first choice. Please, line up next to me, you two."

Dende didn’t know that being a captain was an honor, as he so hated to bring attention to himself with so many people he didn’t know about. Gohan smiled though, being the best athlete in the class for obvious reasons. He chose one of the athletic kids as his first pick. Dende looked at all the big, strong kids raising their hands, and felt sorry for the other kids, so he chose a thin, lanky kid with huge goofy looking glasses, that didn’t look like he could catch a ball or tackle a person to save his life. Besides that, he didn’t really understand the rules of the game… he thought it would be a quiz or something.

After all, school was for increasing one’s mental capacity and knowledge, he thought. And so the picks went. Gohan always, logically chose the person that would help his team win, not because he had anything against the weaker people or anything, but because the winning team almost always got bonus points. He had a 110% in all his other classes due largely in part to his mother constantly forcing him to study, and he wanted the extra point that would push him over the 110% percentile mark in this class as well.

A few minutes later, the teams had chosen their names. Son Gohan’s team, consisting of virtually every major athlete in the class and all the big kids was named the "Manglers". Dende’s team, consisting mostly of the intelligent, pocket protecting, glasses wearing kids was called, "The Red Ants".  Dende approached Mr. Satan. Mr. Satan gulped and began sweating again. "Y…yes?"

Dende glared at him. "What’re the rules of this game, anyway? I’ve never played it before, and if I’m going to be leading my team to victory…" Dende allowed a small bit of a smile, since he still thought it was a game of intellect. Mr. Satan shrugged, not surprised at all that Dende was smiling, although he thought it was because Dende could make everyone fall down with the touch of a finger. He began to explain the rules, and slowly, as he progressed and explained about all the hitting and tackling in the sport, the Nameksei-jin began to shudder and whimper.

A few minutes later, Mr. Satan had finished as he leered in Dende’s face, clapping him on the shoulder and squeezing him so hard that Dende’s face was practically shoved up his armpit, as Dende’s arms flailed wildly.

"Aren’t you excited?! Any red-blooded person has a basic primeval rage to tackle, shove, and push others around in a battle for a ball and glory! It’s so fun!" He gushed over his sport, as Dende managed to escape the man’s grasp. He looked at his decidedly non-athletic team and gulped. They were exchanging science fiction jokes, trying to enjoy their last few moments on Earth.

"For the other team…" Dende mumbled. Mr. Satan glanced at him as if he was completely crazy.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, seemingly more at ease in Dende’s presence. Dende glared up at him.

"Well, my blood’s not red, it’s purple and occasionally green! Besides, look at my size! Do you think I’m cut out for a contact sport?!" Mr. Satan chuckled and slapped Dende on the back, still believing he had super strength and powers like Son Goku and his friends.

"You crack me up, god! Quick, go get your pads on! And don’t keep acting so glum! If it rains we might not even play football!" Dende blinked in surprise and suddenly grinned very enthusiastically.

"Really?! You mean it? We won’t go outside to the slaugh- er, to play the game if it rains?" Mr. Satan nodded, even as Gohan, overhearing the conversation, scratched his head and wondered why Dende was so happy. As soon as Dende was positive that Son Gohan was looking away, he closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on one individual in particular…

Mr. Popo saw the world through a blurry haze of colors that were slurred together. Beside him was a half-finished statue of a three-headed dragon, and… not surprising, several liquor bottles. He groaned slightly, feeling groggy and wanting nothing more then to go to sleep.

"POPO! POPO!" Mr. Popo leapt to his feet in surprise and hastily scooped up the bottles and threw them into the only concealing object at his disposal, his pants. He heard the tingle of glass clinking together as he shifted frantically, trying to look sober and wondering where Dende was. "POPO!" Dende’s voice returned, and it was only now that Popo slapped himself in the forehead and realized that it was Dende contacting him telepathically. He groaned, sometimes being a servant was more hazardous then he thought. Still, he knew it was duty, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

"Y… yes Dende-sama, what is it?" He thought slowly, agonizing over each word so that he would send his thoughts clearly.

"Quick, Popo! I’m in gym class with Gohan and we’re about to play some contact sport against a bunch of people that’ll clobber me and my team!" Mr. Popo blinked in amazement, then chuckled slightly at the thought of Dende hitting or tackling someone.

"What do you want me to do? Come to sch- school and get you?!" Popo asked, and he heard Dende sigh in exasperation in his mind.

"I don’t know! Just make school get cancelled! Or you could make it rain… just hurry! We’re starting to stretch now! There’s not much time left! Hurry!" Dende’s thoughts were getting more frantic by the moment, and Popo mentally saluted and started shambling off to Dende’s room; drunken mind already coming up with a plan.

Next to Dende’s bed, on a small desk, was an intricately adorned, gold handled antique phone. In his efforts to protect the people of his planet, Dende often used this phone. His predecessor had often used it to phone into talk shows and offer reassuring device or to imitate the king of the world’s voice and stop terrorists from bombing an area…; Dende was just as likely to use it to order pizza for Son Goku and company as he was to avert nuclear disaster with it… Dende’s own methods of preserving the world were much more unorthodox. Every time he saw that someone was going to perform some hideous act of mass murder or some other horrible deed, Dende would make a prank call. He would chat with them for about five minutes, get Popo to scan the person’s address, and then intricately drop an anvil off the Lookout to crush the would be evildoer. It had it’s perks, there hadn’t been one hostile takeover since that day… Of course, this alternately had the side effect of making Dende’s phone number public enemy #1, because naturally, since the law-enforcement hadn’t realized the evildoers were going to commit a crime, it seemed more like an attack. The only connection they had was the anvils and the Lookout’s phone number. This was to prove unfortunate…

Popo quickly shambled in, the only phone book with all the numbers in the universe under his arm. He quickly opened it to the number of Orange Star High School and frantically pushed the buttons on the phone. A moment later, there was a chime, and Popo, not being very familiar with the usage of a phone, smiled, thinking it meant he was about to be connected.

"Beeeeeeeeeeep! We’re sorry, but the fingers you have used to dial this phone… are too fat. Also, it appears that you are drunk, as there is no number known as 999-9999-3333." Mr. Popo balked in surprise and anger, thinking several profanities.

"Baaaad language!" Dende’s voice mentally chided in Popo’s mind, and Popo shrieked in surprise at Dende’s sudden return and leaned backwards, knocking over one of Dende’s favorite lamps. He shrieked and juggled it frantically, managing to catch it… before leaning too far forward and losing his balance. The lamp shattered into a million pieces not because of the floor, which was almost pillowy soft, but the bulk of the servant’s weight.

"^#)*(@#$%*@#%)*#@%)@#*%@#%@#)*%#$&%^($*^@#^#()*#$^#$_)*$^#$)_*@$^#$_)*#^#$_)*$#^*#^# (Edited for the well being of children ^-^)" Popo screamed, letting loose another string of profanities as Dende’s voice returned again.

"Popo, hurry! We’re stretching now and we’re almost done!" Ignoring Dende yet spurred by the despair that was beginning to creep into his thoughts, Popo jammed a finger down on the only number he could hit without fear of touching the others, 0. A moment later, the operator came on the line.

"Hello, operator speaking, how may I help you?"

"Yes, I need to be connected with Orange Star High School immediately, please!" Popo shrieked into the receiver.

"Hold please." Was the operator’s curt reply. A moment later, another voice came over the phone, ironically belonging to the same secretary that had run into Tenshinhan Company earlier that day. She was actually hoping that it was Tenshinhan on the line, as she was single and wanted to get the man’s phone number.

"Hello? Hello?" She exclaimed brightly, crossing her fingers.

"Ummm… hi, this is Mr. Popo… Is this Orange Star High School?" Popo asked, meticulously sounding out each word so he wouldn’t slur them together.

"Oh... Yes, it is. This is Ms. Josie speaking. How may I help you?" Disappointment shining clearly through the voice, catching Popo off guard. Popo gulped and composed himself.

"You’ve gotta hurry! There’s a bomb in the school! It’s gonna explode soon! Evacuate, evacuate!" Popo shrieked, unfortunately slurring many of his words together this time. On the other line, he heard the secretary groan, as in the office, she had noticed the number on the school’s caller I.D.

"You’re that person whose been making all those prank calls! And you’re drunk with no evidence! Listen you little punk, I’m waiting for a guy to call me, and I don’t need psycho’s like you tying up the phone lines when I’m trying to do my job!" Before Popo could reply, he heard a slam and the phone went dead.

"Hello, hello?" Popo asked, before groaning and putting the phone back down. Somehow remembering that Dende had said he could save him by making it rain, Popo turned and started dashing frantically for Lookout’s basement. He scampered down five flights of stairs and was starting on the fifth. Unfortunately, he was beginning to tire, wasn’t watching where he was stepping, and… resting precariously on one of the steps was a Tickle me Dende doll left over from when he and Piccolo had their factory downstairs. He tripped over it, eyes widening in surprise as he rolled down the rest of the steps before colliding with the wall at the bottom with a huge clunk.

He groaned slightly, feeling as if he was about to pass out and not being able to think clearly, the jolt of his likely concussion mingling with his aforementioned state of drunkenness.

"A… a little… nap… wouldn’t… hurt…" He mumbled softly. He blinked, his eyes already half-closed. "Must… save… Dende… though… but… he’ll… be… fine…" Mr. Popo’s eyes closed the whole way. A moment later, there was a light thud next to him, and he opened his eyes and found himself staring into…

A Tickle me Dende doll with one eyeball hanging out, an awkwardly bent arm, two snapped antennae, no teeth…

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! DENDE-SAAAAMMMMMAAAAA!" Popo wailed, slurring the syllables together but jumping to his feet, the thought of such things happening to his master giving him the jolt of adrenaline needed to wake up. He quickly darted towards the basement, renewed in his purpose.

Neglected, the bottle of water Popo had intended to bring with him to pour down onto the Earth remained in Dende’s room…

"Time to go outside for a fun game of football, class!" Mr. Satan laughed. "Now everyone line-up so that I can check to make sure you’re wearing your pads!"

As if on a death-march, Dende’s group lined up. Gohan walked up alongside Dende, despite the fact he was on the other team as he noticed Dende’s rapidly despairing expression. He smiled at his friend, trying to be reassuring.

"Don’t worry Dende, you’ll do fine!" Dende’s only reply was to shake his head sadly and look down at the ground, surmising his impending doom. Gohan clapped him on the shoulder.

"Awww, cheer up! You looked so happy before, what happened?" Gohan’s eyes averted slightly downward, as it did bother him to see one of his friends looking so sad. Dende’s voice was hollow, that of a defeated Nameksei-jin.

"Well… I asked Popo to find a way to cancel school, but I don’t think he was going to pull it off… I think he’s drunk again, his thoughts seemed erratic… and a drunk person wouldn’t be able to make it rain… I mean, he probably tripped and fell down the steps or is dozing somewhere…"

Gohan sighed, then brightened, trying to sound more optimistic for his friend.

"Don’t worry, Dende, Popo wouldn’t lie, I’m sure he hasn’t been drinking again! Heck, he’s probably destroyed all the booze in the house! He’s a very dependable person!" Dende glanced up at him, not convinced. A moment later, to their surprise, a booming thunderclap echoed throughout the gym, coming from outside. Dende’s face suddenly lit up, as Gohan laughed, pleased to see his friend happy again. "See? I told you Mr. Popo wasn’t drinking!"

Dende nodded in disbelief and started pumping his fists into the air, performing a Nameksei-jin dance of joy, even as the rest of the class snickered at Dende’s following routines, as a tiny green person doing back-flips must be seen to be believed. Mr. Satan went out to check on the rain, even as Dende continued his dance.

"You did it, Popo-san! I’m sorry I doubted you! I’ll believe you from now on! I shoulda known, you can always depend on Popo, the ex-alcolholic! Wahahahahahahaha!" Dende exclaimed, even as Gohan joined in on the celebrations, pleased that his friend was happy and that Popo had seemingly conquered his alcoholism. That was when Mr. Satan walked back in, his face twisted in a mask of bewilderment, just as Dende and Gohan were beginning to exchange a round of high (Well, low)-fives.

"Guys… we’re not playing football… it’s… it’s… raining… beer." Satan stammered, completely confused. In the silence, one could easily hear the thud of a Nameksei-jin and Saiya-jin falling flat on their backs resonating through the gym.