[Disclaimer—I own DRAGONBALL/Z/GT! ::wakes up:: Darn. It was only in my dreams…

A/N--Frozenflower-::glares around suspiciously:: "NOBODY CAN HAVE MY VEGETA!" ::clutching pink haired troll doll::

Nice-man-in-white-coat-"There, there Frozenflower, no one wants to take your Vegeta from you…"

Frozenflower-::glares suspiciously at reviewers:: "THEY DO!"

Nice-man-in-white-coat-"No they don’t…it’s all in your mind."

Frozenflower-::glares around suspiciously:: "IS NOT!"

Nice-man-in-white-coat-::lunges at Frozenflower, carrying her off in straightjacket.::

Frozenflower-"Noooooooo I have a STORY TO WRITE!!!!" ::returns three days later, still stroking Vegeta/Troll doll:: "Muahahahaha! I escaped! THEY COULDN’T HOLD ME (Actually, Vegeta Final Flashed their asses!) Now, on with the story."]

[Hehe, that’s supposed to be my explanation as to why I haven’t posted in awhile—actually, my brother killed the computer, and we had to resurrect it! But I like my explanation better…]

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Gohan walked wearily into the locker room, trailed by Goku, Mirai Trunks, Vegeta, Krillin, Chibi Trunks and Goten. Android 18 was absent, as Gohan had managed to convince her that it might not be the best idea for her to come into the guys’ locker room.



Mr. Schopenhaur, Gohan’s gym teacher, looked at Gohan a bit strangely as he entered, followed by his menagerie of friends and family, but merely reached into the boxes in front of him, pulling out several orange t-shirts from one, and several blue shirts from another.



Mr. Schopenhaur handed the blue t-shirts to Gohan who was amused to see that large orange block letters spelled ‘SON’ out across the front of them.



Goku frowned at his own shirt, orange, with the word ‘FATHER’ spelled out in blue, and was about to protest that he, too, was a Son, when Gohan laughed, a bit too loudly, and slapped him on the shoulder, "Heh, nice of them to give us T-shirts, huh dad? They must have some kind of Father-Son competition scheduled."



Goku smiled at Gohan and pulled on the shirt. With a sigh of relief, Gohan studied his little troupe with some amusement. Goku didn’t look much different from normal, but Vegeta was mumbling vocally about wearing the colors of the cursed Kakkarott.



Goten and Chibi-Trunks looked particularly amusing, dwarfed in the giant shirts that dragged near their knees.



Gohan turned to see everyone ready, although Vegeta was still mumbling. Gohan sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Ok, guys! Let’s go out into the gym—and please," he shot a look at Chibi Trunks and Goten, "no funny business."



Chibi Trunks and Goten trailed near the end of the pack as they exited the locker room. They were already over their ‘Sex-Ed’ surprise, and smiling evilly at each other. "Funny business?" Trunks inquired with a smirk.



Goten nodded, "Oh, yeah."

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Walking into the gym, Gohan was surprised to see the bleachers pulled out, and most of the class already seated in them. Near the top, he spotted 18, who had somehow acquired an orange t-shirt that read ‘MOTHER’ across the front. Next to her sat…Gohan groaned, "Piccolo."



Piccolo’s sensitive ears caught the groan, and he smiled slightly as Gohan trudged up the bleachers to take his place next to them. "Hey, kid. Dende’s been playing a few practical jokes, so I decided I’d come and try to help you straighten things out."



Gohan grimaced. The gesture was appreciated, but Piccolo just couldn’t understand that a seven-foot tall green man would NOT help him straighten things out. Of course he couldn’t say that.



Gohan attempted a smiled and sat down next to his friend. "Thanks, Piccolo. I appreciate the help."



Vegeta appeared, and trudged up the bleachers with Chibi Trunks clutched under one arm, and Goten under the other. "Why if it isn’t the Namek. What are you doing here?"



Piccolo cocked a brow, "Hello Vegeta."



Gohan looked on in fascination as Chibi Trunks and Goten struggled under Vegeta’s iron grip, "Umm, Vegeta? I may regret asking this, but why are you holding onto Trunks and Goten like that?"



Vegeta smirked. "I caught them sneaking out of the girls locker room. They had two bags full of underwear, which they claim was going to be a birthday present for Master Roshi."



Gohan’s eye bugged out, "You two were stealing the girls’ underwear?!"



Chibi Trunks blinked up innocently, "It was supposed to be a present Gohan! We thought you’d be proud of us for coming up with such a thoughtful gift!"



Gohan breathed in slowly and deeply, reminding himself that he, too, was once eight years old. *Yeah, but I wasn’t an unholy terror like these two!*



Sending Vegeta a look, Gohan motioned for him to put the two kids down. Vegeta complied, with an amused expression, curious to see what Gohan intended to do.

Gohan reached calmly out and grabbed Chibi Trunks and Goten by the hair, pulling them up on tip-toe "Listen to me, and listen good. I am NOT having a good day. You two will SIT here, and be GOOD, or I will go get that underwear, and I’ll stick YOU in it. Then I will take PICTURES, and send them to all of your friends. Then I will post them on the internet. GOT ME?!"



Chibi Trunks and Goten looked terrified.



"Brother’s gone mad!" Goten sobbed.



Gohan felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and spun around to face—his father.



Goku looked worried, and said gently, "It’s ok, Gohan just let them go."



Gohan released his iron clad grip on Chibi Trunks and Goten and sat down wearily, his face in his hands.

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Videl exited the locker room, and marched up the bleachers to where Gohan was sitting with the two little culprits she was looking for.



Videl glared at the still terrified Chibi-Trunks and Goten, "You two! You’re the ones who stole everyone’s undergarments!"



Reaching out, Videl grabbed the terrified duo by the hair, exactly as Gohan had been holding them a second before, "Where’d you put them you little perverts?!"



Goku gaped at Videl, "Wow, Gohan! She reminds me of Chi-Chi! No wonder you want her as your mate!"



Gohan felt like crying. Not his father too. "SHE’S NOT MY MATE!" Gohan screamed at the top of his lungs.



The gym went silent, and every face turned to see Gohan glaring hotly at his father, and a red-faced Videl still holding Chibi Trunks and Goten up by their hair.



Gohan blushed and sat down. Videl, blushed, and forgetting her mission, sat down next to Gohan and pretended to be very small, hoping that might divert some of the glances.



From across the bleachers, Sharpener stared at Gohan. This guy was turning out to be A LOT stranger than he had ever imagined! He watched, a bit jealous as Videl started grilling Gohan on some subject, but more amused. He was glad that it wasn’t him. Sharpener turned his speculative glance towards Erasa, who winked suggestively. Sharpener brightened. Now THERE was a girl it wasn’t DANGEROUS to date!

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As Videl turned her sharp gaze on him, Gohan cringed. "Oh, hey Videl—uh, sorry to leave so quick, earlier, you know, but, uh, I needed to get back to school, uh, yeah."



Videl glared, "We’ll talk about that later, Gohan. And believe me—we WILL talk about it. What I want to know for now, is why the HELL do all of your friends think we’re ‘mates’?!"



Gohan thought desperately for a moment, "Uhh, they’re from Australia?"



Videl sighed, *Do I really look that stupid to him?*



Gohan gulped, "No, I never said you looked stupid!"



Videl glared at him, "What?!"

"Uhh, you’re not stupid?" Gohan asked cautiously.



This had gone beyond annoyance. This was getting freaky. "GOHAN! I didn’t say that OUT LOUD! What are you, psychic or something?!"



Behind him, Gohan heard Vegeta start to laugh. In light of these new, and incredibly amusing circumstances, Vegeta had completely forgotten his complaints about orange shirts, and underwear stealing eight-year-olds. He gasped out, "I can’t believe it! I was right! You’re actually bonding with that girl!"



Gohan paled.



Videl grew even more annoyed.



Goku looked surprised, but pleased.



Krillin looked wickedly gleeful.



Piccolo looked dumbfounded.



18 looked amused.



Mirai Trunks looked consoling.



Chibi Trunks looked confused.



Goten looked ecstatic. "Does this mean that Videl’s going to be my new sister?"



Fortunately for Gohan’s sanity, and Goten’s continued health, at that moment, Mr. Schopenhaur approached the center of the room and called the class to attention. "Ok, as some of you already know, or have figured out, today we’re going to hold a Parent-Student competition. Parents on one team, in orange shirts, the kids on the other, in blue. Now, this class is lucky enough that we have a guest speaker today, who’s going to be helping us out. Since we’re playing baseball, we called up the local team to see if they would mind sending somebody out, but we never expected to get this guy. You guys know him and love him, it’s the homerun king himself, BANDIT!"



Gohan glanced about curiously, as the class whispered in excitement. Who was this Bandit guy? He seemed pretty popular. Beside him, Videl seemed almost to have forgotten their earlier confrontation in her excitement, "Wow, Gohan, I can’t believe they got Bandit to come for some silly Parent- Student baseball game! He must be a really nice guy—I can’t believe he’d do something like this!"



Gohan looked curiously at the man who jogged through the double doors. He looked, familiar…Gohan’s eyes widened, "Yamcha?!"



Videl looked at him curiously, "So you do know who he is—I was getting worried there for a minute, Gohan. I mean, you looked like you’d never heard of the greatest ball player since Babe Ruth!"



Behind them, Goku had also recognized him. "Wow, hey! I didn’t know that Yamcha played baseball!"



Krillin gave him an odd look, "You should have—I told you he did—we had to go pick him up from a game to train at Kami’s that first time you, uh, went away on a trip."



Goku looked at him, confused.



Krillin sighed, "Right before you met Vegeta?"



Goku brightened, "Oh, you mean the first time I di--"



Goku was cut off by a hand slapping down across his mouth. Piccolo glared at him. "Yes, Goku. That time."



Gohan sighed in relief. "Thanks Piccolo. You’re always there for me."



Videl watched the scene, confused, but just shrugged, and turned back to the front of the room. Yamcha, or Bandit, had begun to speak.



Yamcha smiled up at the stands, "Hello there, everyone! When I was first contacted to do this, I thought it’d be a--" Yamcha was cut off abruptly, as he was hit by twin whirlwinds. "Urgh. Goten? Trunks? What are you two doing here," asked the startled Yamcha, looking up at the grinning duo on his chest.



Chibi Trunks smirked, "Getting Gohan in trouble."



Yamcha brightened as he pulled himself back to his feet, "Gohan’s here?" Yamcha peered into the stands, finally spotting him, "Hi, Gohan! Oh, wow, Goku, Krillin, Vegeta, 18—what’s everybody doing here?"



Gohan waved back weakly. "Long story, Yamcha."



Yamcha grinned, "Well, I guess I’ll just have to join you guys so I can hear it, after the game." Turning, he continued with his lecture, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening, with Chibi Trunks and Goten still bouncing happily at his side, making faces at the impotent Gohan. In fact everyone was looking at Gohan, although most of the faces were shocked rather than naughty or teasing.



Who was Son Gohan. They’d thought they knew. Shy, a bit nerdy, intelligent. Apparently that didn’t even come close to the whole picture. They’d seen a new Gohan today. A Gohan whose father was a martial arts champion, a Gohan who was friends with Bulma Briefs and stood up to her husband, one of the most feared men in the world. A Gohan who knew baseball great Bandit, on a first name basis. What other secrets was Son Gohan hiding?



Gohan felt the pressure of their gazes, and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Glaring down at his brother, and Chibi Trunks, Gohan began plotting three murders rather than just one. *Dende, Goten, Trunks, Dende, Goten, Trunks…* The words ran like a litany through his mind, on which he frantically focused, trying to ignore Videl’s considering stare.

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When Yamcha was finally finished with his speech, the class headed outside to the baseball field. They split up into two teams, the Parents and the Kids, and started playing.



Gohan sat rigidly in the dugout, next to Mirai Trunks, staring at Chibi Trunks and Goten who were sticking to Yamcha like glue. It was as if they somehow thought that Yamcha could protect them from Gohan’s wrath. Gohan smirked, a very Vegeta-like smirk, the kind of smirk you see on evil geniuses everywhere. It was definitely not a typical Gohan expression. *Oh, yes, you can run but you can’t hide, Goten, Trunks—you too Dende—I’m going to get you all in the end…*



Videl, who was sitting on the other side of Mirai Trunks, looked at Gohan strangely. "Who’s Dende?"



Gohan was startled, "Uh, what?" *Oh, great, now she’s starting to hear MY thoughts!*



Videl was growing annoyed, "What are you TALKING about, Gohan?! What do you mean I’m hearing your thoughts?"



Mirai Trunks was startled for a moment, then began laughing. After all, Vegeta wasn’t there—it was practically his filial duty to take his father’s place. "Oh, Gohan," Mirai Trunks gasped, "you really ARE bonding with her!"



Gohan had had enough. He was mentally exhausted, and the thin rein he’d had on his Saiyan temper snapped. Snarling, Gohan leapt at Trunks, bearing him to the ground, his hands wrapped firmly around the other boy’s neck.



Across the field, Chibi Trunks and Goten crowed with delight, and jumped into the brawl, little fists flying with indiscriminate glee.



Mirai Trunks had finally stopped laughing, and grabbed Gohan’s wrists, trying to pull the other boy off of him.



Gohan felt it before it happened. It was one of those odd moments of premonition that come to us in times of great stress. Unable to stop it, Gohan watched in horror as Mirai Trunks’ grip on his wrists shifted, and he pressed the little red button on Gohan’s watch, turning him into--- Saiyaman.



Gohan stopped choking Mirai Trunks, and quickly pressed the button to change himself back, but it was far too late.



The game had, of course, stopped when the fight broke out, and all eyes had been glued to Gohan and Trunks. Nearly sixty pair of eyes had been witness to his transformation.



Across the field, Vegeta began laughing at Gohan’s sickly expression, and Krillin called out, "Oy, Gohan! I thought you didn’t want anyone to know you were Saiyaman!"



Chibi Trunks and Goten were laughing uproariously, thinking it was a great joke on Mirai Trunks’ part, where Mirai Trunks sat a bit stunned, a dazed and horrified look shining once again from his eyes.



Videl broke the silence. Leaning over to Gohan she whispered, "You’re still going to give me flying lessons, right Gohan?"

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Dende smiled just a bit smugly at the scene he saw below. Gohan thought he could threaten him and get away with it huh?



Dende felt a little bad about taking over Mirai Trunks again, but shrugged it off. This was a matter of survival, after all.



With the day Dende saw ahead of him, Gohan would forget Dende’s little jokes in no time. Glancing over the edge of the lookout once again, Dende saw Tien flying ever closer to Orange Star High School. Looks like someone else had decided to join the party.



Dende shook his head and sent a thought flying down to Gohan, *Sorry Gohan—but most of this wasn’t my fault. What say I warn you that Tien’s about to show up, and we call it even.*

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Gohan scowled and thanked Dende for the information. Perhaps he wouldn’t kill him. Just severely injure him.



Yamcha was trying to get the game back in motion, and Goten and Chibi Trunks had run off to spar in the outfield. Gohan just didn’t care anymore. Didn’t care if they were moving faster than normal humans should be able to move, didn’t care if they were floating a few inches off the ground, didn’t care about anything at all.



Videl looked at Gohan with concern. He was brooding—that wasn’t like Gohan. Hesitantly she put a hand on his shoulder, jerking him out of his reverie, "Are you ok, Gohan?"



Gohan smiled. It was nice to know that someone cared. "Yeah, thanks Videl. It just seems like everything is going wrong today, you know what I mean?"



Videl nodded, a slightly sarcastic expression gracing her features. "You have a talent for understatement, Gohan."



Gohan smiled in embarrassed agreement. He looked into Videl’s eyes, and was instantly captivated by what he saw. Cold, sarcastic, violent, unapproachable on the outside, Videl’s eyes were like windows, and Gohan could see the beauty of her soul.



*Ha, so you want to take her for a mate, right?*



"Shut up, inner Krillin." Gohan muttered.



Videl cocked her head, confused, "What?"



Gohan blushed, "Never mind."



On the field, Gohan saw the baseball game winding down. No one was really interested, what with Yamcha there, and the identity of the Great Saiyaman just having been revealed before their very eyes.



Thankfully, neither Goku nor Vegeta had had a turn up at bat. Krillin had been pitching, but then Krillin was the soul of discretion when it came to revealing his powers. He had pitched slow and easy, which of course meant he looked like he played in the major leagues, but no one had paid it much attention after all that had occurred that day.



Calling Chibi Trunks and Goten in from their spar in right field, Goku joined up with his son, Mirai Trunks and Videl, who were waiting by the gate for everyone to join them.



Goku grinned at his son, "So, what’s next Gohan? Oh, and what was that fight with Trunks all about?"



Mirai Trunks grinned. With all the help he’d received from Dende that day, he’d managed to discover his evil side and keep it uncovered all by himself. "He and Videl are bonding," Trunks mock whispered, "They’ve been hearing each other’s thoughts."



Gohan glared at Mirai Trunks. He should really start a hit list.



Vegeta walked up to his Mirai son, smiling broadly, and clapped him on the shoulder, "I’m proud of you son. You’re becoming a true Saiyan."



Mirai Trunks smirked evilly at Chibi Trunks and exchanged a glance with his father. "Thanks dad," Mirai Trunks grinned.



Krillin shook his head, walking up on the scene along with 18, Yamcha and Piccolo. Seeing that evilness was the order of the day, Krillin snuck up behind Gohan and whispered into his ear, "You really like Videl, don’t you Gohan."



Gohan put his fingers to his temples and yelled, "Stop it inner Krillin, stop it! I like her ok? Are you happy? Now will you quit hounding me?!"



Krillin, who had backed away warily when Gohan started yelling tapped the boy on the shoulder. "Calm down, Gohan. I was just kidding." Krillin paused, and looked curiously at Gohan, "and what’s an inner Krillin?"



Gohan blushed and turned to flee, only to find Videl standing in his path. *Wow—I can’t believe he likes me…*



Gohan blushed, "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"



Videl blushed and looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean? I didn’t say anything!"



Mirai Trunks nudged his father in the ribs, "Psst, they’re doing it again."



Vegeta nodded sagely, then replied loudly, "Yes. She’s definitely his mate."



Gohan’s second attempted murder of the day was forestalled by the arrival of Tien. Smiling, the three eyed man floated down in front of the group, much to the astonishment of the parents and students still milling aimlessly about.



Tien smiled, "Hey guys—what’s up? I felt all of your ki’s gathered in one place, and I figured something must be wrong!"



Goku smiled, "Nah, we’re just here for ‘Bring a Parent to School Day’ with Gohan."



Tien’s third eye widened a bit, "ALL of you? And who’s this," he asked, pointing to the still surprised Videl.



Vegeta smirked. He didn’t know when to quit. "That’s Gohan’s mate."



Goten squealed happily and jumped about shouting, "I’m gonna have a si-- ster, I’m gonna have a si--ster!"



Gohan took a deep breath and banged his head into a convenient metal post, several times—HARD. He had just added another name to his hit list. Now it was Dende, Goten, Chibi Trunks, Mirai Trunks, and Vegeta. He didn’t know how he’d kill Vegeta yet—but he’d find a way.



Ignoring the startled gasps of his classmates as they pointed at the post he had just bent in half with his head, Gohan barked, "LUNCH!" and whirled away, followed closely by Videl, Vegeta, Goku, Mirai Trunks, Piccolo, Krillin, 18, Chibi Trunks, Goten, and now Yamcha and Tien.



Still relatively sane, if somewhat homicidal, Gohan lead his little army up to the lunch room, and wondering hopelessly what horrors Dende had planned for him there.



***Muahaha! LUNCH! With FIVE SAIYANS! I know Yamcha as a baseball player is so typical, but I had to gather them all—any idea what for? Here’s a hint—the class after lunch is HISTORY! R&R please!***