Disclaimer--::washing Vegeta/Troll doll’s lovely pink hair:: Hello everyone! Guess what? I DON"T OWN DB/Z/GT!!!!!



A/N--::Cowers away from hordes of rabid Goku defenders:: Eek, yikes! I’m not REALLY going to make Goku that stupid! Just give me a chance guys! It’s just a little misunderstanding on his part! ::checks to make sure her head is still there:: *whew!*

As for Videl, she will discover the truth *very* soon, I promise—she’s not a whimpering little simp! On with the story!

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As Gohan fervently wished he knew Instant Transmission, Mr. Shelton smiled up at Goku. "Quite right Mr…..er?"



"Son."



"Yes, Mr. Son then. That’s exactly the question. What IS sex? Is it a physical function? An emotional expression? Is it a…."



Gohan promised himself he’d go and visit Dende right after school to thank him—he didn’t know HOW he’d gotten out of that one.



Vegeta rolled his eyes and ignored the lecture, standing and leaning over Gohan to talk to Goku. "You baka Kakkarott—didn’t you learn anything from that moron Roshi? How is it possible that you have two brats and you don’t know what sex is?" he asked exasperated.



Goku scratched his head and whispered back, "But I thought that was mating, Vegeta."



Vegeta grimaced. "You BAKA! It’s the SAME THING! What has the Saiyan race come to?!"



Next to Goku, the eavesdropping Erasa broke in, "What’s a Saiyan?"



Vegeta growled, "Nothing you need to know about brat! Now mind your own business before I blast you!"



Erasa blushed and sighed a bit dreamily. That guy was SOOO cute when he was angry!



Down at the front of the room, Mr. Shelton noticed Vegeta standing and brightened. "Oh, good, a perfect volunteer!"



Vegeta grimaced when he noticed the teacher motioning him down to the front of the room. This was just great. It was all Kakkarott’s fault. Promising himself he’d beat Kakkarott to a bloody pulp after this was all over, Vegeta calmly descended to the front of the classroom.



Mr. Shelton blinked up at the class. "And now I need an adult female to volunteer for this demonstration."



Vegeta felt his jaw drop open. Demonstration? He’d never thought humans were quite this risque. Then again, he WAS the Prince of all Saiyans. There was NO WAY he was going to back down from something a human would do.



Looking up, he saw Erasa’s mother was the only one waving her hand. There was also NO WAY he was going to ‘demonstrate’ with her.



Vegeta glared up into the class and called, "Kakkarott!"



Three heads jerked up, and one of them cocked to the side, "Yeah Vegeta?"



"Bring my mate here."



Goku looked a little confused, but shrugged, "Alright Vegeta," he said, putting his fingers to his forehead. Goku froze then smiled sheepishly and jogged down the steps and out the door. Three seconds later, he was back, holding a confused and annoyed looking Bulma by the arm. "Here ya go Vegeta."



Gohan was confused, and very VERY afraid. What did Vegeta want Bulma for?



Videl was confused, and very VERY annoyed. What did that man want that woman for?



Trunks was afraid—very VERY afraid. He knew EXACTLY what Vegeta wanted Bulma for.



Quickly reaching over, Trunks grabbed a book from the large pile next to Gohan and hid. He did NOT want to see this.

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Bulma stalked across the classroom to confront Vegeta, as the room was filled with surprised murmurs. Who was this woman?



Vegeta smirked, and grabbed Bulma around the waist pulling her close.



Bulma scowled. "What do you WANT Vegeta? I left Trunks and Goten all alone at the house you know—who knows what kind of trouble they’ll get into. If house is blown up by the time I get back, I’m holding you personally responsible!"



Vegeta’s smirk never faltered as he gestured to the confused group of teenagers and their parents and said, "We are going to demonstrate mating for these baka humans and their baka offspring."



Bulma’s eyes almost bulged out of her head, "Mating?! Vegeta, what the hell are you talking about?!"



Vegeta grinned evilly and said, "I believe the term is, ‘Sex-Ed,’" before pulling Bulma into a long, passionate kiss.

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Back at Capsule Corporation, Chibi Trunks and Goten were confused.



"Hey, Trunks? Where’s your mom? I’m really hungry," Goten sighed.



Trunks had no idea. Where WAS his mom. They couldn’t find her anywhere! "I don’t know Goten, let me search for her ki."



Trunks was surprised when he couldn’t pinpoint her in the house. He extended his range… "Hey, I found her!"



"Oh, goody Trunks, where is she, huh?"



Trunks scratched his head, "That’s weird. She’s with my dad, and your dad, and Gohan, and my big brother!"



Goten cocked his head, "Big brother?"



Trunks shot him an exasperated glare, "Yeah, that’s what I call Mirai Trunks—I mean, it’s kinda weird to call him Trunks, ya know?"



Goten blinked. "Oooooh." Suddenly he brightened, "Hey, Trunks, I bet I know where your mom is! I bet she’s at Gohan’s school, ‘cause dad had to go there with him today!"



Trunks also brightened, "Yeah, that’s right! Mom made Mirai me and dad go there today too!" Trunks shot Goten a devilish glance, "You up for it?"



Goten’s expression matched Trunks’, a particularly evil little expression that no Son had ever worn before, "Yeah, Trunks. This should be fun!"

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Gohan watched in horror as Vegeta pulled Bulma in to kiss him. What were they DOING?! Looking at Trunks who had stolen Gohan’s Biology book and was now hiding behind it with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Gohan came to the sick realization that he knew EXACTLY what they were doing.



Jumping to his feet, Gohan raced down the stairs, "No, Vegeta, Bulma, stop!"

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Videl shook herself out of a horrified daze as Gohan raced shouting down the stairs. Wait—BULMA? THE Bulma?! Bulma BRIEFS?!



The classroom filled with excited whispers. Bulma Briefs was in THEIR classroom? And Gohan knew her? Well enough to try to break up her makeout session with Spandex man down there?



Videl’s mind raced. She’d known the black haired guy and the purple haired guy looked familiar—was this where she knew them? Videl grimaced--her father tried to walk in the same social circles as the Briefs’ although he wasn’t nearly as wealthy, or, Videl admitted to herself, nearly as refined.



Thinking hard, Videl glared down at the purple haired young man who was now hiding under a book—this was Bulma Briefs’ son? The hair was familiar, but somehow she could have sworn he was younger—A LOT younger.



With yet another mystery on her hands, Videl turned to the front of the classroom and the confrontation that was occuring there

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Vegeta glared at Gohan who was now standing between him and Bulma. Bulma had a slightly dazed expression on her face. "What do you want, brat, we’re trying to have a demonstration here!"



Gohan glared at Vegeta, and forgetting to lower his voice, due to the horror of it all, yelled, "He wanted someone to demonstrate the parts of the human body, Vegeta—NOT SEX!"



Vegeta growled, "How the hell do you know boy—besides, you NEED someone to demonstrate mating for you—you obviously haven’t been able to satisfy your woman by the way she’s looking at you," Vegeta smirked pointing up at Videl, who was busy glaring at Gohan, of course.



Gohan was pissed. It took a lot to get Gohan pissed, but Vegeta seemed to be stepping on all the correct buttons with his jabs toward him and Videl today, "Listen you walking piece of spandex," Gohan yelled, "Lay off of me and Videl!"



Vegeta growled. "Don’t mess with me, brat."



Surprisingly, Gohan growled back, "Don’t push me, Vegeta."



Vegeta froze for a moment, then the angry expression dropped from his face, and he laughed. He actually laughed. "Way to go, brat! You’re more Saiyan than I gave you credit for." He looked up in the sea of faces to see Goku staring down at them with a surprised expression, and Mirai Trunks just now peeking up from his hiding place under Gohan’s Biology book, and snorted. "Maybe someday you’ll wash off on my brat and your baka father."



Gohan was surprised out of his anger—Vegeta was pleased with him? Turning to face his classmates, he saw that nearly all of them had their mouths hanging open, shocked. They had just seen sweet, innocent, shy little Son Gohan totally blow a gasket and scream at the angry-looking man with the muscles, who, if that was really Bulma Briefs’ husband, was reputed to be one of the most dangerous men in the world. Of course—they didn’t know the half of it.



Gohan hunched his shoulders and walked back up to his seat. Vegeta followed him and Bulma touched her lips, and mumbling something about having to get home and cold showers, stumbled out the door.



The silence was deafening. Feeling all eyes glued to him, Gohan prayed to Dende for anything, ANYTHING to get him out of here.



Suddenly, Videl’s watched beeped. "Go ahead, Captain."



Gohan sent up a silent prayer of thanks as Videl went running out the door. It was good to have friends in high places. Grabbing his father’s arm, Gohan yelled, "BATHROOM," and ran down the stairs, dragging Goku behind him.



Standing, Vegeta grabbed Mirai Trunks by the arm and started off after Gohan. There was no way he was going to miss this.



Grinning down at Trunks who was busily plotting revenge on Dende for not answering HIS prayer, Vegeta mused that maybe this father-son bonding thing wasn’t so bad after all. This day was turning out to be a lot more fun than he had anticipated—and he hadn’t even had a chance to blow anything up yet!

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Gohan groaned as he saw Vegeta dragging Mirai Trunks down the hall after them and turned to wait.



Vegeta smirked at Gohan, "What’s next brat?"



Gohan could swear Vegeta was enjoying this. Reminding himself, yet again, that murder was NOT an option, Gohan lead his little troupe to the top of the building where Videl’s helicopter was just fading into the distance.



"Ok," Gohan sighed, "There’s a robbery at the bank, where they’re holding the mayor hostage, along with a bus load of senior citizens. I’m going to go help Videl as Saiyaman, so you guys just wait here for me, ok?"



Vegeta snorted and looked at him like he was stupid, while Mirai Trunks just sighed, and even Goku shook his head. Gohan had known that that would just be too easy.



He tried to play the "Cell" card. "You guys should really stay here—someone might recognize you from the Cell Games," he said hopefully.



Vegeta just shot him a look that said, ‘pitiful’. "The brat and I will transform. The cameras only caught the two of us in our normal forms. The only problem is your baka father."



Gohan looked at his father and sighed. He couldn’t leave Goku here alone—it wasn’t that his father was stupid—he just had absolutely NO sense of discretion. Sighing, Gohan pulled an extra watch out of his backpack. "Here dad—this has another Saiyaman costume in it—Bulma gave it to me in case I ever lost a piece of the costume in my normal one."



Goku grinned and put the watch on. Pushing the button, he transformed into—Saiyaman!



Gohan sighed and pressed his own button, turning into a mirror image of his father. "Ok, now dad, you have to act like Saiyaman, alright?"



Goku thought back to the few times he had seen Gohan as Saiyaman. Goku did several remarkably silly maneuvers and posed, booming, "I-AM-THE GREAT- SAIYAMAN!!!"



Gohan’s mouth dropped open, "Dad—that was—PERFECT! Where’d you learn to do that?!" Gohan was envious—those poses were GREAT!



Goku grinned at his son, "The Ginyu force."



Vegeta snickered.



Gohan blushed. Oh, well. Maybe he’d have to drop the poses from his routine in the future.



Leaping into the air, The Great Saiyaman, or Gohan, was followed by Goku, also as the Great Saiyaman, and Trunks and Vegeta who immediately blasted into Super Saiyan.



Gohan was resigned to the fact that he’d have to tell Videl everything. She already knew he was the Great Saiyaman—HE was the one she’d come roughing up for answers when the Great Saiyaman showed up, accompanied by—the Great Saiyaman. Not to mention, TWO Gold Fighters. Gohan sighed. This was really turning out to be quite some day.



***Will the evil bank robbers who are holding the mayor, and a busload of senior citizens hostage ever be apprehended? It’s all in the hands of Videl, Saiyaman, Saiyaman, and the Gold Fighters! R&R please!***