Disclaimer--::gently stroking Vegeta/Troll doll’s pink hair:: Oh---umm? Oh, yeah! I don’t own DB/Z/GT. ::goes back to what she was doing::

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Gohan took a deep breath and settled down in his seat trying to ignore all of the pointed glances in his direction. He focused on the teacher as she stepped to the front of the room.



"Hello, my name’s Ms. Johnson," she said with a smile, "and I’d like to welcome all of the wonderful parents out there, who took time out of their busy schedules to look in on their children’s education."



At this, Trunks snorted, causing Vegeta to send him a death glare. Trunks quickly returned his eyes to the desk in front of him.



Ms. Johnson continued, "Now I’d like all of the parents to come to the front of the room, come on, don’t be shy, introduce yourselves, and tell us what you do!"



Gohan got a slightly panicked expression on his face, as his dad and Vegeta got up, being careful to avoid Erasa and her mother, and headed down the steps to line up with the other parents.



Leaning over to Trunks, Gohan whispered, "Vegeta’s not going to—say anything to give us away, right?"



Trunks hesitated for a moment, "I don’t think so."



Gohan wasn’t reassured. Any mention of Saiyan Princes, evil aliens named Frieza, or most especially, one particular monster named Cell, that Gohan himself had defeated, would send Gohan’s hopes of a normal life spiraling down the drain faster than you could say "alien."



Vegeta smiled evilly up at the pale faces of his son from the future, and Kakkarott’s brat. He was thinking of the good old days. Of the evil he could do with a few little words. Vegeta felt his smirk growing, and growing, and then a girl in the front row of the class sneezed, bringing him back to reality. The girl had blue hair, exactly the color of—Bulma’s. Vegeta scowled. Damn baka woman….



As they sat nervously through the adults’ introductions, Gohan was once again gripped with a feeling of doom, not unlike the one he had experienced at the start of this mess. Gripping the desk so hard he caused several long cracks to appear in the wood, Gohan listened with bated breath as Vegeta began his speech.



Vegeta paused, enjoying the look of helplessness on Gohan’s face. He might not be able to carry through with his plan, but he could certainly take full advantage of the situation to make the boy think he would.



Finally, Vegeta smirked up at the two pairs of eyes, one blue and one black watching him anxiously from above, and spoke. "I am Vegeta. My brat is called Trunks. We are here with Kakkarott’s brat," he said, jerking his head towards Goku, "who you call Gohan. I am a martial artist, and I have trained my whole life. I would have no problem with crushing any of you if you get in my way. Leave me alone, and I will spare your lives." At this, he shot a significant glance at Erasa’s mother, who merely giggled. Rolling his eyes, Vegeta stomped back up the stairs and threw himself down in his seat. He was proud of himself. The woman could find no fault with that.



Gohan felt like crying. Had Vegeta really just threatened mass homicide?



Trunks felt the eyes on him as Vegeta flopped down into the seat next to him. Attempting to decide which was preferable, sinking under his desk, or just pretending nothing happened, Trunks slouched as a compromise, and focused his gaze on the desk. He was now VERY glad he didn’t have to go here everyday.



Next up was Erasa’s mother. "Hi, my name is Marka, and I’m Erasa’s mom!" After bubbling on for nearly ten minutes about her job as a stationary salesperson, the teacher gently thanked her, and sent her back to her seat.



Finally, it was time for Goku’s turn.



Gohan’s eyes shot open—OH NO! He’d been so worried about Vegeta, he hadn’t even thought about his father!



Finding himself in the spotlight, Goku grinned cheerily at the class, who grinned back. Son Goku was a very personable person. Clearing his throat, Goku began, "Well, my name’s Goku, and my wife’s name is Chi-Chi. I’m here with my son," he smiled at the now pale boy, "Gohan, and I have another son named Goten. I’ve been training as a martial artist since I was five years old, and I guess the thing I love most in the world besides my family is a good challenge." There was an audible sigh from the girls at this point, and an even more audible snort from Vegeta.



Gohan was hopeful, as his father didn’t say anymore. Short and sweet—perhaps his father had gotten him through this unscathed! Then a hand shot up in the audience.



Goku cocked his head and smiled, pointing to the boy who had raised his hand, "Yes?"



"Um," the youth stuttered, "Are you really the famous Son Goku? How many tournaments have you fought in? How many times have you won? Who’s the toughest opponent you’ve ever fought?" the boy said in one breath.



Gohan looked ready to cry again.



Goku smiled and laughed. "Well, to answer your questions, I don’t really know if I’m FAMOUS. I’ve fought in four World Tournaments, and they were all tough matches. The first time I made it to the finals, I was twelve years old, and fought against the martial arts master, Jackie Chun. I finally managed to win the last time I entered, which I believe was the tournament before the last one."



"That was the tournament right before Mr. Satan won, right Mr. Son?" A voice called out.



Goku was a bit surprised, but managed to conceal it well. He’d forgotten that Mr. Satan had won the last tournament. Almost sadly, he reflected on how the competition had gone down hill.



The boy who had spoken the first time called out again, "Umm, Mr. Son? Were you going to tell us who the toughest opponent you ever faced was?"



Goku brightened up, and laughed, "Oh, that’s easy! That would be--" he cut himself off before he said it. Cell. Jeez, this was harder than he’d thought.



Goku thought for a minute, "Well, I can’t really tell you who my toughest opponent was, but my biggest rival is definitely Vegeta," he said nodding up to the Saiyan Prince, "ever since we fought when he arrived on Earth to destroy it eleven years ago, we’ve been each other’s biggest competition." Goku smiled cluelessly up at the now enraged Vegeta, "and I consider him one of my best friends."



Goku looked around at the blank faces of the students and their parents, "Anymore questions?"



Gohan considered the pro’s and con’s of suicide.



Pro’s—He wouldn’t have to tell his classmates why his dad had just said that Vegeta was an alien who had come to destroy the planet.



Con’s—He’d be dead.



Oh well.



Videl looked suspiciously up at Goku as he returned to his seat next to Gohan, then down to the fuming Vegeta who was being physically restrained by Mirai Trunks. Who the heck WERE these guys? What was their game?



Videl wasn’t sure, but she knew one thing. She was going to find out.

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After the introductions had finished, Ms. Johnson, admittedly a bit flustered, proceeded with the schedule. After explaining just what function a homeroom played in the student’s day, she passed out nametags for everyone to wear, as the halls would doubtless be crowded with new faces today.



Vegeta received his nametag. It said:

HELLO, MY NAME IS



And there was a large white space underneath, which Vegeta correctly assumed was for your name.



Vegeta snorted and grabbed Goku’s tag from him as the younger man struggled to hold the pen correctly. In neat, precise letters, Vegeta labeled Goku’s sticker and then thrust it back at him.



Goku happily stuck the sticker to the front of his gi, and watched as Vegeta labeled and stuck his own on.



Mirai Trunks finished labeling his own nametag and stuck it on his Capsule Corp. jacket. The nametag was annoying—especially should anyone connect the tall purple haired young man with the now eight-year-old purple haired boy he shared a name with.



Glancing at his father, Trunks felt his eyes widen a bit. Vegeta’s nametag read:

Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans.



Trunks shook his head, and glanced over to see how Goku and Gohan were getting along.



Gohan was edging nervously away from a girl with black hair and piercing blue eyes—she seemed to be in complete control of the situation and was grilling him fiercely on some topic. Trunks almost chuckled. Perhaps his father had been right—perhaps this girl WOULD be Gohan’s mate.



Trunks grinned and turned away from the confrontation to see Goku nearly falling asleep on his desk. Trunks’ eyes drifted down to his nametag, where, clearly spelled out in Vegeta’s neat handwriting, was:

Kakkarott, 3rd class baka



Trunks scowled and glared at his smirking father. Resisting the urge to commit patricide, he calmly went down to the front of the room to get Goku another nametag.



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Videl glared icily at Gohan. No matter what she threatened, he wasn’t talking. What had Goku meant by that comment? ‘He came to the earth to destroy it?’



Videl glanced down the table at Vegeta, who was scowling at his son as Trunks filled out another nametag for Goku. What was this guy’s secret?



Videl was jerked from her thoughts as the bell rang for the next class. She had all day. She’d figure it out eventually.

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Gohan quickly packed up his books, happy that one period, at least, was over. Only five more to go. Plus lunch. And time in the hallways. Gohan began to be uncertain as to whether or not he would survive the day.



Glancing at Trunks, Gohan saw him giving Goku a new nametag to replace one that read, Kakkarott, 3rd class baka. It had ‘Vegeta’ written all over it. Gohan was relieved to note that the new tag read simply: Son Goku.



Turning to face his companions, Gohan said, "Come on, we’ve got to hurry—I’ve got Biology next, and it’s all the way across the school!"



Walking rapidly out the door and into a crush of people, Gohan realized they were in for trouble as soon as the first person jostled Vegeta.



Trying to keep the Saiyan Prince shielded from the casual blows of passing students (for the sake of the students, not the prince) Gohan finally made it to his Biology class with only a slightly higher body count than when he had left homeroom.



Vegeta had accidentally knocked over half a dozen people, not being very good at giving way, and had made a couple of freshmen girls cry when he had growled at them for discussing how cute his behind looked in spandex.



Vegeta was beginning to regret wearing his normal training suit. The spandex that allowed him ease and movement while training also seemed to provide for endless fascination for members of the female sex. Vegeta just didn’t get it—what was so great about his butt?



Passing another giggling horde of teenage girls, Vegeta decided to ignore remarks pertaining to certain portions of his anatomy, while Mirai Trunks sniggered behind his hand—that is, until a certain portion of HIS anatomy was pinched firmly by the passing Erasa.



Finally making it to their seats, Gohan, Goku, Vegeta and Trunks sat down once again next to Videl, Sharpener and Erasa.



Sighing, and relaxing in his seat, Gohan looked at Videl, who was, as usual, glaring at him, and was struck by a thought. A truly awful, horrible, terrible thought. Leaning close to Videl, Gohan whispered, "Videl, is your dad going to be here today?"



Videl blushed when Gohan leaned so close to her—what was he doing? "I don’t know," she whispered back, "he told me he had to give some kind of special presentation today."



Gohan nodded, relieved, and saw the teacher staring pointedly at him and Videl, trying to get their attention. Gohan blushed and mumbled an apology, while Vegeta snorted loudly, "Quit flirting with your mate and pay attention, boy!"



Gohan glared at Vegeta. Oh yes. He was going to die before the day was over.



Vegeta, a little taken aback at getting his trademark ‘death glare’ thrown back at him by Kakkarott’s brat, humphed and turned to face the board.



The teacher, the sometimes-kooky Mr. Shelton smiled owlishly up at them and said, "Ah, yes, mating—quite right. Just the topic I wanted to discuss. You see, in light of the fact that you all have your parents here with you today, I’ve decided to rearrange curriculum a bit—today we will be discussing sex, and the human body. Any questions?"



Gohan stared pleadingly at the now-confused looking Goku. *Please don’t let him say it, please don’t let him say it, please don’t let him say it….*



Goku raised his hand. "Excuse me?"



Mr. Shelton readjusted just glasses and glanced up, "Yes?"



Goku smiled, "What’s sex?"



Gohan’s head felt like it had just had a small mountain dropped on it.



He said it.



***Ahh the joys of GOKU!!! Please R&R! It always makes me soooo happy =)***