Disclaimer--::having a tea party with Vegeta/Troll doll:: I don’t own DB/Z/GT—now would you pass the milk?

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Gohan flew nervously towards the scene of the crime. There was quite a bit to be nervous about after all—not only did he have a Saiyaman-dupicate in the form of his father, but he was stuck with the arrogant Prince of the Saiyans posing as the "Gold Fighter."



Looking at Vegeta, Gohan stifled a slightly hysterical giggle and sent a quick prayer of thanks that he had caught it. "Umm, Vegeta?"



Vegeta looked at him quizzically, "What do you want?"



Gohan tilted his head a little and with a look of contrived innocence said, "Don’t you think you should take off your name tag?"



Vegeta looked down with a snarl to see he was, indeed, still wearing his nametag. He carefully weighed the pro’s and con’s of leaving it stuck there, to his chest. *Humiliating the brat….Bulma…..humiliating the brat….Bulma…humiliating the brat….Bulma, no food…* Vegeta ripped the name tag from his chest and shoved it into one of his many spandex pockets with a growl. Damn that woman.



Mirai Trunks followed suit, removing his tag, while Gohan drifted back to his original train of thought…



*This is no ordinary robbery—these guys must be pretty tough to take hostages, rob the bank and kidnap the mayor all at the same time! I sure hope Videl will be ok until we get there…*



*Ooh, Videl, you like her, don’t you Gohan!*



*What?! NO! Come on…*



*You know you like her Gohan, why else would you be blushing?*



*I DON’T LIKE HER! IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!*



The voice in his head gave an evil laugh, *Yeah, sure.*



*Who the heck is this anyway?!*



*This is your Inner Krillin speaking.*



*Figures.*

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Gohan slowed down as he approached the scene. Videl’s helicopter was already sitting out in front of the bank, surrounded by police cars, but the girl herself was nowhere in sight.



"Damn," Gohan swore, "she’s already gone in! Why couldn’t she wait for me?!"



Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at Gohan’s behavior. He’d just been heckling the boy about the girl being his mate. Perhaps he had hit the mark without even knowing it.



A small devious grin twisted Vegeta’s lips. This new fact provided oh-so- many opportunities for evil. Prince Vegeta was back in action, and boy did it feel good…



Mirai Trunks saw the evil smile sneak over Vegeta’s face, and for once, felt something of a connection with him as he watched Gohan worry over Videl. With a small snicker, Trunks felt his evil-side float to the surface and shared a wicked glance with his father…this could be fun.



Ahh, the joys of father son bonding.



Gohan turned to his troops and began handing out instructions, oblivious to the looks of evil glee being exchanged by Vegeta and Trunks. "Ok," Gohan said, turning to Goku, "you try to stay out of sight, alright dad? If anything goes wrong you can help out, but I’d rather not have two Saiyaman’s on the scene if I can help it."



Goku sighed with disappointment, but nodded, floating down to hide in a tree conveniently situated in front of the bank.



Gohan looked at Mirai Trunks, and blinked a bit warily at the grin the other boy was giving him. He quickly shrugged it off and said, "Ok, Trunks. How about you and Vegeta rescue that busload of senior citizens, and I’ll go into the bank and check up on Videl?"



Trunks nodded, and then said with a smirk, "Ok Gohan. We’ll go rescue the people on the bus, and you go check up on your mate."



Gohan was left with his mouth hanging open, speaking to empty air, as Trunks and Vegeta flew quickly away, "She’s not my mate…."



*Oh, yes she is!* whispered his inner Krillin gleefully.



*Oh, just shut up.* Gohan was getting annoyed. The real Krillin was in trouble next time Gohan saw him. He was convinced that this was all his fault.



Sailing down to the roof of the bank, Gohan slammed a fist through the ceiling, and swung down inside. Not the quietest way to make an entrance, perhaps, but then again, Gohan wasn’t really in the mood to be quiet. *Just give me an excuse,* Gohan thought, somewhat bloodthirstily to the bank robbers. He REALLY wanted to blow something up right now.

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Krillin sighed and let his wife drag him into yet another clothing store. This trip to the city was turning out a lot less exciting than he had expected.



All the trouble of convincing Master Roshi to watch little Marron, and what did he get? A day of shopping, and a pocket full of capsules.



Moping a bit, Krillin followed 18 out of the store and on to the side walk. Freezing, Krillin was surprised to see the bank down the street surrounded by police cars. "Uh, honey?"



18 looked at her husband expressionlessly, "What?"



Krillin laughed a bit nervously. "Where did you say you wanted to go next?"



18 raised an eyebrow. Krillin wasn’t usually this dense. "I need to go to the bank. I just told you I’m out of money."



Krillin barely suppressed a gleeful shout. "Um, well dear, it looks like that might be something of a problem," he said, pointing to besieged bank.



18 looked up to where he was pointing, and a small smile crept across her face. "Not for long."



Krillin smiled and followed his wife down the street. *Yes, finally—some action!*

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Vegeta smirked as a man with long, black hair shoved a gun into his face as he stepped inside the hijacked bus.



"Well if it ain’t the ‘Gold Fighter,’" the man sneered, "you don’t look so tough to me, Shorty. Bye, bye!" The man fired at point blank range, hitting the smirking Vegeta right between the eyes.



Trunks looked at his father curiously, ignoring their gaping audience, "Why didn’t you just dodge it?"



Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at his son. "First, had I dodged it, it would have hit some pitiful human and killed them, which would have gotten me into trouble with the woman."



Trunks knew his father was referring to his mother. He never called anyone else ‘the woman.’



Vegeta continued, "Second, I didn’t need to—that weakling’s weapon is so pitiful, I didn’t even feel it—it MIGHT have bruised me in my normal form, but it’s doubtful. And finally, it’s a good tactic to use to create fear and confusion in your enemy. Letting them throw their best attack at you without result is a wonderful method of intimidation." Vegeta smiled at his son, who had begun to take notes. He had learned these rules from his own father—the Vegeta Rules of Evilness and Intimidation. Vegeta was beginning to feel close to his son.



Ahh, the joys of father son bonding.



Mr. Evil-Guy-With-A-Gun, waved his weapon in the air, "Um, HELLO?! We’re having a violent, armed CONFRONTATION here!"



The moment was spoiled. Both Vegeta and Trunks gave the man a glare, and held out a hand. "BIIIIIIIG BAAAAANG…." They said in unison.



Krillin, who just happened to be walking by the bus at EXACTLY that moment, following his wife, intent on foiling the bank robbery, heard the combined roar and blanched.



Rushing into the bus with super sonic speed, he managed to gather all of the passengers and escape with his life before the father-son team roared, "AAAAAATTTAAAACCCKKK!"



The bus, along with Mr. Evil-Guy-With-A-Gun, were completely incinerated, leaving Krillin shielding a group of giddy seniors who were busily documenting the event for their scrapbooks. Mirai Trunks and Vegeta stood grinning at each other with identical smiles of devious delight, amidst a large pile of ash.



Ah, the joys of father son bonding.

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Inside the bank, Gohan’s head jerked up as he heard a loud explosion. He had just finished helping Videl tie up the last of the bank robbers, and untie the mayor, who was thanking them profusely.



Hearing the explosion, Gohan’s head filled with all sorts of horrible thoughts. *Vegeta blew up the police, Vegeta blew up Dad, Vegeta blew up Trunks, Vegeta blew up….anything.*



Grasping his head in his hands, Gohan ran for the door of the bank, followed closely by Videl, only to smack head on into Android 18.



18 looked at Gohan sitting on the floor, rubbing his head. "Hello Gohan. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?" She ignored Gohan’s frantic shushing motions, "Well? What are you doing here?"



Gohan sighed. It was no use. "I’m here with Videl," he explained, "a group of thieves kidnapped the mayor, took a group of senior citizens hostage, and was robbing the bank. What are you doing here?"



At this point, Videl stepped in. She was tired of being ignored. "Mind telling me who this is, SAIYAMAN?"



Gohan blushed. "Umm, this is 18, 18 meet Videl. 18’s a friend of the family…"



18 quirked an eyebrow at Videl’s name. "Videl, hm? So this is your girlfriend. Krillin was telling me about her last week."



Gohan’s face went six shades of scarlet simultaneously. "AGH! It’s not LIKE THAT!"



Even Videl blushed as she watched Gohan’s frantic denials. Maybe he did like her….



From outside, there came another explosion. Gohan paled, and raced out the door past the amused 18, to see what had happened.

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Mayhem. Utter mayhem. That was all it could be described as. The police were cowering behind their squad cars as Mirai Trunks and Vegeta, standing amidst of a pile of ashes with a vaguely bus-like shape, laughed uproariously at Krillin, who was dodging small ki beams they sent flying his way.



Behind Krillin, stood a group of senior citizens, oohing and ahhing, snapping pictures at the speed of light as the little man ducked and deflected the blasts into the sky.



Gohan froze in shock. Vegeta he might have expected, but TRUNKS?! Watching Krillin bat the small energy beams frantically out of the way, Gohan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Krillin did, after all, deserve it.



Running up to the grinning Super Saiyan duo, Gohan interposed himself between them and Krillin after one last blast had been fired. "What the heck are you guys DOING?" he asked, a look of astonishment on his face.



Trunks blinked, a dazed, confused look in his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak, when a loud crash resounded behind them.



The last blast that Krillin had deflected, had slammed into the large tree in front of the bank. It soared through the trunk, snapping it in half, only to hit and demolish a police cruiser that was conveniently unoccupied.



Gohan watched in horror as the tree toppled to the ground, and out rolled……….Saiyaman.



Goku, aka, Saiyaman, struggled to his feet and attempted to scratch his head through the thick Saiyaman helmet. "Uh…" Goku was quiet for a moment, then swinging into the Ginyu force’s most intricate and complex routine, he shouted, "I AM THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!"



Gohan sank to his knees in despair. It just…wasn’t….fair….

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Up on Kami’s lookout, Piccolo emerged from the palace to see Dende rolling around on the ground consumed with laughter. The little God of Earth was so overcome he almost rolled off the side, only to be saved by Mr. Popo at the last moment.



"Th-thanks, P-Popo," he giggled, "Oh, oh, it hurts!"



Curiously, Piccolo walked up to the edge of the lookout and peered over side to see what had Dende so worked up. His eyes shot open, and he stared at Dende, who wasstill breathing hard, trying not to laugh.



"Dende," Piccolo said, his voice filled with disapproval, "I’m not sure you qualify to be Earth’s Kami anymore. You are much too evil."



This comment only sent Dende into another round of laughter, gasping and choking for air. Piccolo frowned in annoyance. Stepping off the platform, he headed for Orange Star High School. He’d once made a promise to always be there for Gohan. It was time to keep his word.

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Back at the bank, Mirai Trunks fell to his knees beside Gohan, holding his head in his hands. "Gohan, I-I don’t know what happened—it felt like—like someone was controlling me. No, not exactly controlling—it was like someone swept away all of my inhibitions, and released my Saiyan side, bringing it fully to the surface."



Vegeta grinned. He liked the sound of that.



Gohan looked at Mirai Trunks in astonishment. What he described—who could do something like that? All of the sudden an answer popped into Gohan’s head and he scowled.



"Dende," Gohan whispered. Oh yes. He was still going to be making a visit to Dende this afternoon after school was over, but it wouldn’t be to thank him. Earth would soon be short one little green guardian if he had anything to say about it. *You hear me Dende,* Gohan yelled mentally, *You better start looking for your replacement!*

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Up on Kami’s lookout, Mr. Popo watched in surprise, as Dende suddenly stopped laughing and turned a remarkably sickly shade of green, even for a Namek. Standing up, Dende bit his lip and whispered, "Oh, shit…"

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Trunks and Goten had arrived at Orange Star High School, and were confused to find that all of the ki signatures they had followed there had vanished.



Goten scratched his head, "Uh, so, where do you think they went, Trunks?"



Trunks shrugged, "I dunno Goten. But they were all in this classroom just a few minutes ago. This is where I felt the ki signatures coming from."



Goten got a big, sad, puppy-dog look on his face, and whined, "I’m sooooo hungry Trunks. I don’t think I can move. Let’s just wait here, and maybe Gohan will come back and feed us!"



Trunks, who was feeling similarly deprived, agreed, and the two stealthily opened the door to Gohan’s biology class, sneaking inside, and into trouble.

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Walking down the hallway with his father, Vegeta, and the morose Trunks trailing behind him, Gohan was just glad he’d been able to escape the scene without Videl confronting him about the Gold Fighters and the extra Saiyaman. Not that he thought he’d escaped permanently, mind you. He knew this was just a temporary reprieve. Of course, every good deed deserves to be punished, and his punishment for stopping the bank robbers, was to have Krillin and 18 added to his little party.



Gohan glared at Krillin, who was chatting with Goku as they walked down the hall. The little man either didn’t notice, or chose to ignore it, and continued walking. Turning, Gohan came to the door of his Biology class. Reaching for the handle, he was startled to hear terrified screams emitting from the inside.



Opening the door, Gohan rushed in, trailed by Goku, Mirai Trunks, Vegeta, 18 and Krillin. He was shocked at what he saw. There, lying on the floor whimpering, were Chibi Trunks and Goten with their hands over their eyes.



Vegeta pushed his way to the front of the group and bellowed, "What the hell is going on?!"



The few members of the class that were not already cowering under their chairs took shelter. Chibi Trunks looked up with wide, shining eyes, and yelled, "Daddy!" throwing himself into Vegeta’s arms.



Vegeta uncomfortably tried to push the sobbing Chibi Trunks off of him, and failing, let his son cling to him and turned on the teacher with a murderous stare. "What. Is. Going. On."



Mr. Shelton stood quaking in front of a smoking projector, with his hair sticking wildly in several directions. His glasses were askew, and his hands were shaking. "Umm…"



Goten spoke up, uncurling from a ball on the floor. "It was horrible, brother," he cried to Gohan, "the people on the screen, they were naked, and they were doing things that Trunks’ mommy and daddy do sometimes!"



Krillin’s eyes widened and he butt in, staring accusingly at the teacher, "You were showing a group of teenagers a PORNO?!"



Mr. Shelton’s eyes widened, and he stuttered, "N-no, it was just a video on anatomy, I swear! They didn’t do anything!"



Chibi Trunks finally detached himself, much to Vegeta’s relief and stared at the teacher accusingly, "But they were going to!!"



Gohan was ignoring the conversation, staring at the still smoking projector in the front of the room. "Umm, guys?" he asked, a bit nervously, "What happened to the projector?"



From under her seat near the top of the classroom, Gohan heard Erasa call out, "Those little kids shot a beam of light at it and it exploded! Do you know them Gohan? How’d they do that?"



Pale faced teens and parents began slowly climbing out from beneath their desks, looking at Gohan for answers. Gohan choked, "Well, uhh….." Mercifully, at just that moment, the bell rang.



With a sigh of relief, Gohan grabbed Goten under one arm, and Chibi Trunks under the other and ran out of the classroom followed by Goku, Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, Krillin, and 18, with Piccolo soon to follow.

As he dashed toward his next class, plotting Dende’s demise, he imagined all of the horrible things that could possibly happen in gym class. He had moved beyond thinking that it couldn’t get any worse. That was a thought for an optimist. It could always get worse, and he was sure it would.



***Well, hope you liked it! I’m sure you can all imagine tons of terrible things that could happen in Gym, especially with THIS group! R&R please!***