Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Where Angels Fear to Tread ❯ Recliamtion ( Chapter 15 )
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By: Lady Foeseeker 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.10.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.10.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
Where Angels Fear to Tread
Part Fifteen
Reclimation
Disclaimer: I'm a GIRL. Unless I've had a sex change that I don't know about and randomly discovered the foutian of youth, then I would say I have the same chance of owning both of these as there is a chance of Vegita singing and dancing to the song, "I lvoe you Conrad," fron Grease.
I was informed that this chapter had a problem in uploading so I am re-uploading and hope the format is fixed. Sorry about that!
To everyone: Thank you so much for your reviews and support! It was so nice to read all the comments, and to see how much people like my fic! I was more than a little amazed at it! I lvoe you all so much!
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Gohan smiled and took his newly reclaimed son's hand as they flew towards their home. Videl was on his other side, having grasped his hand not long after they'd left. "We've missed you," She murmured. "You will have to tell us how you've been."
"I don't think--" Kurt choked slightly on his emotions, trying to keep them in check long enough to get home and so he could talk. "I don't think you want to know," He managed.
"Of course we do," Gohan assured him. "Like the others. But only what you want to tell." He began to dive down, breaking lightly to come to a landing in front of a neat house, not far from the Brotherhood's home. "This is it," He announced. Both his parents waited nervously for his reaction.
The house was neat, painted a soft blue-white by the previous owners. It was a little bigger than they house they'd had in Japan, with slate blue shutters and candles glowing softly in the windows as seemed to be American custom. It was a colonial, with several trees near-by, and a national park behind it, landlocked into place. No one could build back there.
"It's perfect," Kurt said, squeezing Videl's hand.
"Kurt!" Pan raced form the house to leap into the boy's arms.
"Pan!" Kurt swung the little girl around. "How's my girl?"
"Good!" Pan giggled madly.
"Kurt!" Two blurs rushed from the house, nearly slamming into him. "Where were you hiding? How have you been? Why didn't we see you at school?" Goten's questions were fired off in a rapid pace.
"I--" Kurt cleared his throat. He seemed to be choked up often as of late. "You did see me at school. Only. . . I looked different." Shame wrote itself on his features.
"I don't understand," Trunks finally said.
"I. . . Well. . . I wear a holographic watch now. To make me look like everyone else. I just wanted to fit in." Kurt flinched back, waiting for the looks of disgust, the outrage, that was sure to follow the announcement. He'd probably just lost his two best friends.
"Is that all?" Goten blinked. "Well, I suppose it explains a lot. And you couldn't very well take it off during school. Yeah, I get it."
Trunks rolled his eyes and thwapped him upside the head. "You're being stupid. Of course we get it."
"I was being a coward," Kurt muttered.
"Oh puh-lease," Turnks rolled his eyes. "Give yourself a LITTLE credit, my fine furred friend. You were just going incognito. Now, we have lots to talk about."
"Only his parents get him first," Videl scolded. "Unless you're sitting in." There was no arguing with that tone of voice. "But first, a tour of the house."
Kurt nodded in reply, blushing slightly. "There's really no need to make such a big deal for me, Oka--Videl."
"Okassan, Kurt." Videl corrected with a smile. It seemed that these foster parents had not treated him as they should have.
"Okassan," He agreed. "But really. There's no need for such a big deal--"
"Don't be silly," Videl laughed. "Of COURSE there is! We've finally found you. Now, our tour. The ground floor has the kitchen, family room, bathroom. . ."
She rattled on, showing him every room in the small house. It looked so tiny after living in the huge mansion, but Kurt wouldn't have traded it for the world. The kitchen had a lot of windows, and was bright and airy. His room, at the top of the stairs, was connected to Goten's and Trunks's shared room. He wondered why they had left him a room, but did not ask. Pan's room was across the hall, and then, at the other end of the hallway, was his parents room.
"This is great, Okassan," He hugged her as she looked at him, unsure of herself. "Everything is so perfect!"
"Gohan and I have a meeting with Professor Xavier tomorrow, Kurt," Videl grinned, hugging the boy back. "He wants to talk about Aliens! How would you like to invite your friends from the mansion to our get-together on Saturday?"
"Really? That's great! And. . . I have a friend, but she's--well, she's not really from the mansion. One of the opposing sides. Can I invite her?"
"Invite her and her friends. The Brotherhood, right? I bet they'd get along great with Vegita." Videl chuckled. "We'll just make them call a truce while they're on our turf. And by make, I do mean physical force if necessary."
Gohan blanched, and Kurt giggled. "Is Ojisan Goku going to be there? With Vegita-Ojisan?" No one had ever quite figured out why he put the Ojisan in front of Goku's name but behind Vegita's, though it didn't hurt anything, so they didn't really care all that much either.
"Of course. Bulma will make him come, though he'd do it anyway since he's been curious as to where you were though he would never admit it," Gohan shrugged. "Now, I want to know where you've been!"
And so, Kurt spent the next several hours explaining where he'd been sent, and what it had been like. Videl was holding his hand so tightly it hurt, and Gohan had one arm around his shoulders, a silent reminder that he had them to lean on now. He yawned, resting his head on Videl's shoulder, and closed his eyes.
Some one moved him slightly, lifting him in their arms. He nuzzled closer, recognizing the scent. Gohan. He could hear the Saiya-Jin's heartbeat through his shirt and his Tousan's regular breathing. In moments, the teenager was out like a light.
Gohan smiled slightly, lifting the boy up and turning to his mate. "I think all the excitement today caught up."
"I'd say." Videl smiled. "Time for bed, For all of us. The boys have school tomorrow, but I think we can call Kurt off, this once, and spend the day with him."
"Hm," Gohan agreed. Kurt made a small noise of annoyance as Gohan's chest rumbled as he spoke, and then settled back down. Goten and Trunks hurried off to bed, and soon the little house. "We have that meeting too, remember."
"Aa," Videl agreed. "But we can deal with that later. Besides, that's not until evening, and I'm sure Kurt wants Goten and Trunks to meet his new friends."
Gohan nodded as he tucked Kurt into bed, happy that his son was now home. And both he and his mate knew that they weren't going to let him be taken again. And if they ever discovered who did it, they would pay quite dearly.
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The next day dawned bright and early for Kurt, who'd woken up at Trunks and Goten talking as they got ready for school. "Go back to sleep," Trunks said when he noticed Kurt sit slowly up. "Gohan and Videl want to spend the day with you."
"But they make you go to school?" Kurt yawned widely.
"Un. But that's okay," Goten shrugged. "We don't mind. We get you when we get home. AND we're going out to dinner. Then, on Saturday, EVERYONE'S going to be here. So we'll be really busy."
"Okay," Kurt slurred as he fell back asleep. It was just way to early to be awake.
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Videl had his hand, and was leading him from store to store, trying to get things to re-decorate his room. Gohan was laughing wildly at the madness Kurt and Videl were getting into, and keeping then from doing anything incredibly stupid. They bought paint, and posters, as well as a desk, and several books for Kurt. And a small stereo. The boy grinned. His day couldn't get any better, or so he thought.
Then they actually began to decorate. There was a brief paint fight, Gohan won, and they dried the paint super fast by powering up slightly and using their ki to dry it. Kurt grinned. "This is one of the best days of my life." He told them, happily.
"I know, kid," Gohan kissed the top of his head. "This is one of the best days of all our lives. We got you back."
Kurt smiled crookedly, and Videl chuckled, glancing at the clock. "It's time for us to go. Goten and Trunks are meeting us at the mansion, and Goku will be bringing Pan home at seven." Kurt blinked. He had forgotten all about his baby sister in the excitement. Videl just laughed a little harder and tugged him into the air.
"Let's go, Angel," Gohan grinned, grabbing his hand.
Kurt gave a delighted laugh and swooped around, happy to be free of the constricting plane that he used to have to fly in. "Race you, Otousan!" Kurt giggled. Gohan offered him a challenging grin and the two began to fly faster and faster. Videl smirked, joining in the fun. Gohan won.
They also managed to set off the mansion security, and Gohan sighed. "Nice welcoming committee," He grunted, dodging several blasts from a stun gun. He threw a small ki blast at it, blowing it to kingdom come
Kurt laughed and looked at his Tousan. "It's security," He explained. "We have a lot of enemies, like Magneto."
"What in the hell is he doing, putting you children in the line of fine?" Videl demanded.
Gohan frowned at her. "I was in the line of fire when I was eleven," He pointed out.
"Yes, but you were also a Saiya-Jin, and besides that, you have a better chance of survival since it's much harder to kill you."
"Case in point," Gohan agreed. "However, I do agree, Xavier shouldn't be putting you kids on the line when the Z-Senshi could do it."
Kurt shrugged. "It's not as though he gave us a choice, and no one listened to me when I tried to get them to call you, and no one would let me call you. It was hard to work through things like that. I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you earlier."
"It's all right, kid--Videl, DOWN!"
Videl dove to the ground in time to miss being landed on by a rather shocked Logan. "Sorry," He blushed. "I thought--since the security went off--you were after the prof."
"I should kill you," Videl growled, and Logan paled while Gohan and Kurt laughed. Videl shoved past the small man, barely taller than she, and kicked open the mansion doors.
"You all right, kid?" Logan asked Kurt gruffly, and Kurt nodded, smiling happily at him.
"Better than ever, Logan-san!" He grinned, and Logan's face fell slightly. Videl and Gohan exchanged looks, then Gohan went on towards the professor's office while Videl took Logan aside. She sent Kurt after her mate, and smiled at the mutant, tilting her head back slightly to look him in the eye.
"You're not his father, Logan," She pointed out softly, watching the man's face, "though I know you would probably love to have been. You like all these kids, and they need that. They need to see you as a father figure, since Xavier-san isn't, and fron what I've heard about Hank, he's going to be more like a favoured uncle. But Kurt will never seen anyone as a father figure besides Gohan. He DOES view you as family, though. I can see it in his eyes. Don't avoid him."
Logan looked the girl over and shook his head. "I'm hardly father figure material," He informed her. "I'm a grumpy old man."
Videl began to laugh. "You sound like Piccolo. No, you are right in that regard, you are a bit grumpy, but the kids can see you fighting for them. They hero-worship Xavier-san, they go to you for guidance. You and I both see that." She put a hand gently on his arm. "Kurt sees you as an uncle, and that won't ever change. You are always welcome at our home, Logan-san."
"Thank you," Logan was oddly touched. He'd never had an offer before. The Professor had taken him on as a body guard, but Videl had just made the offer for no reason. She smiled at him, then gestured on down the hall, and the two hurried after her mate and son.
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Gohan pratically stormed into the Professor's office, his energy flickering about him, eyes flashing between black and teal. Kurt winced, he knew that look; it was the look Gohan wore when he was going to rip some unfortuante soul a new one. And, most unfortunatly for him, Xavier was at the top of the very short list. "You can't kill him, Otousan," Kurt reminded Gohan at the last moment, looking more than a little nervous.
"Oh, I won't KILL him," Gohan agreed, "but by the time I'm finished, he may wish I had."
THAT statement didn't help Kurt's nerves in the least, and he rushed to keep up with the Demi Saiya-Jin, eyes wide. "Otousan, remember what Videl said about maiming people."
"Actually, that was before she knew about all this. I don't think she'd mind if I seriously hurt him right now. Besides, I won't hurt him. Much." Gohan smirked, and Kurt gulped, but trailed behind the man anyway, eyes wide with fright about what fate was going to befall the professor.
Kurt had a feeling it would soon be complete carnage. He wasn't entirely right, per say, but he was not WRONG either. Gohan stormed into Xavier's office, eyes teal in colour, and energy crackling around his body. The professor, not expecting the light display, nearly tipped his wheel chair over, and only the fact that he was disabled kept Gohan from physically attacking him. More due to his Saiya-Jin side grumbling about a boring fight than his honor, but Xavier didn't need to know that.
"So, I wandered over to the mansion this morning," Gohan growled, placing his hands on the heavy oak desk and leaning towards the Professor, "when I was greeted by your security system. And my son tells me that you've made him enemies and placed him in the line of fire. Which would be all well and good, since I am constantly in the line of fire myself, excepting the fact that this is MY SON, and you are endangering the lives of CHILDREN!"
Xavier when white. His eyes were as wide as humanly possible, and he was backed as far away from Gohan as he could be. "It is--duty to protect p-people--"
"And how often are YOU in the line of fire you jumped up excuse of a maggot?" Gohan sneered. "At least if your going to send the children in, go with them, as I would my family."
He lifted the desk with ease, making Xavier more nervous, and Kurt was barely concealing his laughter. The Professor had obviously not expected such a reaction from the boy's father, nor had he expected Gohan to be so strong. "I--that is to say, not often, but not by choice, my handicap--and I have other adults with them--"
"But Scott's team leader." Kurt told Gohan, innocently. "He's the brown haired boy with the red glasses."
"You put a TEENAGER in charge of my SON?" Gohan roared. "What were you THINKING? Except you obviously WERE NOT! You do not put CHILDREN on the battlefield, and you certianly do not put them in the charge of other CHILDREN!"
"Otousan," Kurt began, but thought better of saying anything when he saw the rage on Gohan's face.
"You put these children in the path of such danger, and you expect them to handle it? They will not even pernematly take out a threat! You can't tell me that you expect these children to KILL people and not care! They are people, not a SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!" Gohan probably would have gone further if Videl and Logan had not entered the room at that moment.
"I heard something about putting my son in the line of fire," Videl said coolly, voice deadly. "Would someone care to explain?"
The room fell dead silent, and no one said a word in reply.
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No one said anything as they left the mansion sometime later, Gohan was still seething, and Videl looked more than a little smug. Xavier had the shock of his life when he'd gone up against Kurt's parents and lost, rather spectacularly. Especially since Gohan had been on and off battlefields since he was six.
Logan had understood Gohan's anger as well, having seen the horrors of world war two first hand. The only reason he considered allowing the kids to fight, he had told Gohan later, was because he did not care for it to happen a second time. Even then, Logan made sure that he was never to far away to help should the need arise.
Gohan frowned. "It's one thing for someone like Kurt, or Goten, or Trunks, who have been trained in combat their entire lives to go into danger," He told Videl softly, sometime later, "but it is another matter entirly when they put kids that have no idea what they're doing in the mix. I should like to see what would happen if one of our competed with all of them."
"Am I still included?" Kurt asked. "With the X-Team, I mean."
"No. You may end up fighting with them in battle, but it will be with the Z-Senshi, in your rightful place," Videl told him, stroking his hair. "Now, I believe school's out? We should go find this. . . Brotherhood. . . and invite them to the get-together on Saturday."
"They live just down this street. In the bad side of town. Rogue says that Mystic doesn't much care for them, and stays locked up in her room, when she's there at all, and the house is falling into disrepair." Kurt said softly. "I don't know why Xavier doesn't do anything, he has the money for it, and I think Lance is working two jobs, and I know that Peitro has one, and Rogue has one. The other two are Freddie and Todd. Todd can't work, he's too young and his grades aren't high enough, and Freddie's going to fail school all together if he doesn't do something."
"Unstable home life," Videl agreed. "Let's meet them."
"We don't have long to wait. This is their house." Kurt gestured to the run down building in front of them, and Videl frowned. There was a battered Jeep outside that looked ready to fall apart, as well as another half run down car. Shutters were hanging off thier hinges, and the steps were sagging.
"And Xavier just leaves them to live like this? What kind of man is he?" Videl demanded as they approached the door. She never got her answer, however.
"Come to gloat, blue?" A boy stuck his head out the door. "No one's home but me, yo."
Gohan raised an eyebrow. The boy has mossy green hair, and eyes of the same shade. His skin had grayish tones, and he had an odd gait that was a half-hop rather than a normal walk. His clothing was ragged, and he looked mal-nourished. A fly passed his head, and with a quick snap, he lashed out his long tongue and caught it. "Are flies your regular diet?" Gohan asked, genuinly intersted.
"Only when we ain't got no food around, yo." The odd boy replied.
"That's Todd, but everyone calls him Toad," Kurt told his parents, then added, "Toad, this is Gohan and Videl, my Otousan and Okassan."
"Hello, Todd." Videl bowed in typical Japanese fashion, then smiled. "Kurt wanted to invite you all to a party on Saturday at our house. We're having a get-together with a bunch of friends, and we wanted you to come."
"That's a riot. X-geeks don't invite us to anything." This was a new voice, and while Gohan and Videl had long since known he was there and deemed him no threat, they had ignored him in favour of speaking to Todd. He was much taller than Todd, with longish mousy brown hair that, at its longest point, fell just past his shirt collar, and brown eyes. His clothing was also ragged, parts torn out. He wore fingerless gloves, and Gohan blinked. He smelled very earthy.
"I know I'm being nosey, but what's your power?" Gohan smiled innocently, the patented "Son Grin".
"Earth," The new teen replied shortly. "I'm Lance. What do you want?"
"We told you," Kurt told him crossly. "I'm not an X-man anymore. I'm with my family now, and we don't have all those stupid lables. And no, my parents aren't mutants. Otousan's an alien, and Okassan's a human."
"Well that makes me want to hang around them," Lance replied sarcastically. "I have a job to get too."
"Kurt said you work two of them. Where do you work?" Videl frowned. "You shouldn't have that much responiblity."
"What are you? My keeper? I work at the gas station and pizza parlor. Happy?"
"No. You aren't." Gohan pointed out coolly. "But the invite's open. We'll see you Saturday. Bring the others with you, yes?"
"Fine, fine. Now get out." Lance snapped, and slammed the door shut.
Videl humphed. "That was rude."
Gohan sighed and shook his head. "And I think we both know why." Knowing glances were exchanged, and Kurt frowned, wishing they'd let HIM in on the secret, since they seemed to well aquainted with it. But asking, he knew, would get him nowhere, and if they were going to tell him, they would have done it already. It just wasn't fair!
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(A/N) Well, another chapter done. Next is the party! How fun will that be? I'm really excited to write it. I mean, picture Vegita meeting the prof! And CHICHI! She's going to kill him! I think we all see where Gohan got his temper when it comes to his kids! *grins* I hope you all liked my latest chapter! Review, please! And, as always, flames are for s'mores!
Love you all!
<> Lady Foeseeker <>
Part Fifteen
Reclimation
Disclaimer: I'm a GIRL. Unless I've had a sex change that I don't know about and randomly discovered the foutian of youth, then I would say I have the same chance of owning both of these as there is a chance of Vegita singing and dancing to the song, "I lvoe you Conrad," fron Grease.
I was informed that this chapter had a problem in uploading so I am re-uploading and hope the format is fixed. Sorry about that!
To everyone: Thank you so much for your reviews and support! It was so nice to read all the comments, and to see how much people like my fic! I was more than a little amazed at it! I lvoe you all so much!
And, without further ado,
ENJOY!
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Gohan smiled and took his newly reclaimed son's hand as they flew towards their home. Videl was on his other side, having grasped his hand not long after they'd left. "We've missed you," She murmured. "You will have to tell us how you've been."
"I don't think--" Kurt choked slightly on his emotions, trying to keep them in check long enough to get home and so he could talk. "I don't think you want to know," He managed.
"Of course we do," Gohan assured him. "Like the others. But only what you want to tell." He began to dive down, breaking lightly to come to a landing in front of a neat house, not far from the Brotherhood's home. "This is it," He announced. Both his parents waited nervously for his reaction.
The house was neat, painted a soft blue-white by the previous owners. It was a little bigger than they house they'd had in Japan, with slate blue shutters and candles glowing softly in the windows as seemed to be American custom. It was a colonial, with several trees near-by, and a national park behind it, landlocked into place. No one could build back there.
"It's perfect," Kurt said, squeezing Videl's hand.
"Kurt!" Pan raced form the house to leap into the boy's arms.
"Pan!" Kurt swung the little girl around. "How's my girl?"
"Good!" Pan giggled madly.
"Kurt!" Two blurs rushed from the house, nearly slamming into him. "Where were you hiding? How have you been? Why didn't we see you at school?" Goten's questions were fired off in a rapid pace.
"I--" Kurt cleared his throat. He seemed to be choked up often as of late. "You did see me at school. Only. . . I looked different." Shame wrote itself on his features.
"I don't understand," Trunks finally said.
"I. . . Well. . . I wear a holographic watch now. To make me look like everyone else. I just wanted to fit in." Kurt flinched back, waiting for the looks of disgust, the outrage, that was sure to follow the announcement. He'd probably just lost his two best friends.
"Is that all?" Goten blinked. "Well, I suppose it explains a lot. And you couldn't very well take it off during school. Yeah, I get it."
Trunks rolled his eyes and thwapped him upside the head. "You're being stupid. Of course we get it."
"I was being a coward," Kurt muttered.
"Oh puh-lease," Turnks rolled his eyes. "Give yourself a LITTLE credit, my fine furred friend. You were just going incognito. Now, we have lots to talk about."
"Only his parents get him first," Videl scolded. "Unless you're sitting in." There was no arguing with that tone of voice. "But first, a tour of the house."
Kurt nodded in reply, blushing slightly. "There's really no need to make such a big deal for me, Oka--Videl."
"Okassan, Kurt." Videl corrected with a smile. It seemed that these foster parents had not treated him as they should have.
"Okassan," He agreed. "But really. There's no need for such a big deal--"
"Don't be silly," Videl laughed. "Of COURSE there is! We've finally found you. Now, our tour. The ground floor has the kitchen, family room, bathroom. . ."
She rattled on, showing him every room in the small house. It looked so tiny after living in the huge mansion, but Kurt wouldn't have traded it for the world. The kitchen had a lot of windows, and was bright and airy. His room, at the top of the stairs, was connected to Goten's and Trunks's shared room. He wondered why they had left him a room, but did not ask. Pan's room was across the hall, and then, at the other end of the hallway, was his parents room.
"This is great, Okassan," He hugged her as she looked at him, unsure of herself. "Everything is so perfect!"
"Gohan and I have a meeting with Professor Xavier tomorrow, Kurt," Videl grinned, hugging the boy back. "He wants to talk about Aliens! How would you like to invite your friends from the mansion to our get-together on Saturday?"
"Really? That's great! And. . . I have a friend, but she's--well, she's not really from the mansion. One of the opposing sides. Can I invite her?"
"Invite her and her friends. The Brotherhood, right? I bet they'd get along great with Vegita." Videl chuckled. "We'll just make them call a truce while they're on our turf. And by make, I do mean physical force if necessary."
Gohan blanched, and Kurt giggled. "Is Ojisan Goku going to be there? With Vegita-Ojisan?" No one had ever quite figured out why he put the Ojisan in front of Goku's name but behind Vegita's, though it didn't hurt anything, so they didn't really care all that much either.
"Of course. Bulma will make him come, though he'd do it anyway since he's been curious as to where you were though he would never admit it," Gohan shrugged. "Now, I want to know where you've been!"
And so, Kurt spent the next several hours explaining where he'd been sent, and what it had been like. Videl was holding his hand so tightly it hurt, and Gohan had one arm around his shoulders, a silent reminder that he had them to lean on now. He yawned, resting his head on Videl's shoulder, and closed his eyes.
Some one moved him slightly, lifting him in their arms. He nuzzled closer, recognizing the scent. Gohan. He could hear the Saiya-Jin's heartbeat through his shirt and his Tousan's regular breathing. In moments, the teenager was out like a light.
Gohan smiled slightly, lifting the boy up and turning to his mate. "I think all the excitement today caught up."
"I'd say." Videl smiled. "Time for bed, For all of us. The boys have school tomorrow, but I think we can call Kurt off, this once, and spend the day with him."
"Hm," Gohan agreed. Kurt made a small noise of annoyance as Gohan's chest rumbled as he spoke, and then settled back down. Goten and Trunks hurried off to bed, and soon the little house. "We have that meeting too, remember."
"Aa," Videl agreed. "But we can deal with that later. Besides, that's not until evening, and I'm sure Kurt wants Goten and Trunks to meet his new friends."
Gohan nodded as he tucked Kurt into bed, happy that his son was now home. And both he and his mate knew that they weren't going to let him be taken again. And if they ever discovered who did it, they would pay quite dearly.
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The next day dawned bright and early for Kurt, who'd woken up at Trunks and Goten talking as they got ready for school. "Go back to sleep," Trunks said when he noticed Kurt sit slowly up. "Gohan and Videl want to spend the day with you."
"But they make you go to school?" Kurt yawned widely.
"Un. But that's okay," Goten shrugged. "We don't mind. We get you when we get home. AND we're going out to dinner. Then, on Saturday, EVERYONE'S going to be here. So we'll be really busy."
"Okay," Kurt slurred as he fell back asleep. It was just way to early to be awake.
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Videl had his hand, and was leading him from store to store, trying to get things to re-decorate his room. Gohan was laughing wildly at the madness Kurt and Videl were getting into, and keeping then from doing anything incredibly stupid. They bought paint, and posters, as well as a desk, and several books for Kurt. And a small stereo. The boy grinned. His day couldn't get any better, or so he thought.
Then they actually began to decorate. There was a brief paint fight, Gohan won, and they dried the paint super fast by powering up slightly and using their ki to dry it. Kurt grinned. "This is one of the best days of my life." He told them, happily.
"I know, kid," Gohan kissed the top of his head. "This is one of the best days of all our lives. We got you back."
Kurt smiled crookedly, and Videl chuckled, glancing at the clock. "It's time for us to go. Goten and Trunks are meeting us at the mansion, and Goku will be bringing Pan home at seven." Kurt blinked. He had forgotten all about his baby sister in the excitement. Videl just laughed a little harder and tugged him into the air.
"Let's go, Angel," Gohan grinned, grabbing his hand.
Kurt gave a delighted laugh and swooped around, happy to be free of the constricting plane that he used to have to fly in. "Race you, Otousan!" Kurt giggled. Gohan offered him a challenging grin and the two began to fly faster and faster. Videl smirked, joining in the fun. Gohan won.
They also managed to set off the mansion security, and Gohan sighed. "Nice welcoming committee," He grunted, dodging several blasts from a stun gun. He threw a small ki blast at it, blowing it to kingdom come
Kurt laughed and looked at his Tousan. "It's security," He explained. "We have a lot of enemies, like Magneto."
"What in the hell is he doing, putting you children in the line of fine?" Videl demanded.
Gohan frowned at her. "I was in the line of fire when I was eleven," He pointed out.
"Yes, but you were also a Saiya-Jin, and besides that, you have a better chance of survival since it's much harder to kill you."
"Case in point," Gohan agreed. "However, I do agree, Xavier shouldn't be putting you kids on the line when the Z-Senshi could do it."
Kurt shrugged. "It's not as though he gave us a choice, and no one listened to me when I tried to get them to call you, and no one would let me call you. It was hard to work through things like that. I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you earlier."
"It's all right, kid--Videl, DOWN!"
Videl dove to the ground in time to miss being landed on by a rather shocked Logan. "Sorry," He blushed. "I thought--since the security went off--you were after the prof."
"I should kill you," Videl growled, and Logan paled while Gohan and Kurt laughed. Videl shoved past the small man, barely taller than she, and kicked open the mansion doors.
"You all right, kid?" Logan asked Kurt gruffly, and Kurt nodded, smiling happily at him.
"Better than ever, Logan-san!" He grinned, and Logan's face fell slightly. Videl and Gohan exchanged looks, then Gohan went on towards the professor's office while Videl took Logan aside. She sent Kurt after her mate, and smiled at the mutant, tilting her head back slightly to look him in the eye.
"You're not his father, Logan," She pointed out softly, watching the man's face, "though I know you would probably love to have been. You like all these kids, and they need that. They need to see you as a father figure, since Xavier-san isn't, and fron what I've heard about Hank, he's going to be more like a favoured uncle. But Kurt will never seen anyone as a father figure besides Gohan. He DOES view you as family, though. I can see it in his eyes. Don't avoid him."
Logan looked the girl over and shook his head. "I'm hardly father figure material," He informed her. "I'm a grumpy old man."
Videl began to laugh. "You sound like Piccolo. No, you are right in that regard, you are a bit grumpy, but the kids can see you fighting for them. They hero-worship Xavier-san, they go to you for guidance. You and I both see that." She put a hand gently on his arm. "Kurt sees you as an uncle, and that won't ever change. You are always welcome at our home, Logan-san."
"Thank you," Logan was oddly touched. He'd never had an offer before. The Professor had taken him on as a body guard, but Videl had just made the offer for no reason. She smiled at him, then gestured on down the hall, and the two hurried after her mate and son.
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Gohan pratically stormed into the Professor's office, his energy flickering about him, eyes flashing between black and teal. Kurt winced, he knew that look; it was the look Gohan wore when he was going to rip some unfortuante soul a new one. And, most unfortunatly for him, Xavier was at the top of the very short list. "You can't kill him, Otousan," Kurt reminded Gohan at the last moment, looking more than a little nervous.
"Oh, I won't KILL him," Gohan agreed, "but by the time I'm finished, he may wish I had."
THAT statement didn't help Kurt's nerves in the least, and he rushed to keep up with the Demi Saiya-Jin, eyes wide. "Otousan, remember what Videl said about maiming people."
"Actually, that was before she knew about all this. I don't think she'd mind if I seriously hurt him right now. Besides, I won't hurt him. Much." Gohan smirked, and Kurt gulped, but trailed behind the man anyway, eyes wide with fright about what fate was going to befall the professor.
Kurt had a feeling it would soon be complete carnage. He wasn't entirely right, per say, but he was not WRONG either. Gohan stormed into Xavier's office, eyes teal in colour, and energy crackling around his body. The professor, not expecting the light display, nearly tipped his wheel chair over, and only the fact that he was disabled kept Gohan from physically attacking him. More due to his Saiya-Jin side grumbling about a boring fight than his honor, but Xavier didn't need to know that.
"So, I wandered over to the mansion this morning," Gohan growled, placing his hands on the heavy oak desk and leaning towards the Professor, "when I was greeted by your security system. And my son tells me that you've made him enemies and placed him in the line of fire. Which would be all well and good, since I am constantly in the line of fire myself, excepting the fact that this is MY SON, and you are endangering the lives of CHILDREN!"
Xavier when white. His eyes were as wide as humanly possible, and he was backed as far away from Gohan as he could be. "It is--duty to protect p-people--"
"And how often are YOU in the line of fire you jumped up excuse of a maggot?" Gohan sneered. "At least if your going to send the children in, go with them, as I would my family."
He lifted the desk with ease, making Xavier more nervous, and Kurt was barely concealing his laughter. The Professor had obviously not expected such a reaction from the boy's father, nor had he expected Gohan to be so strong. "I--that is to say, not often, but not by choice, my handicap--and I have other adults with them--"
"But Scott's team leader." Kurt told Gohan, innocently. "He's the brown haired boy with the red glasses."
"You put a TEENAGER in charge of my SON?" Gohan roared. "What were you THINKING? Except you obviously WERE NOT! You do not put CHILDREN on the battlefield, and you certianly do not put them in the charge of other CHILDREN!"
"Otousan," Kurt began, but thought better of saying anything when he saw the rage on Gohan's face.
"You put these children in the path of such danger, and you expect them to handle it? They will not even pernematly take out a threat! You can't tell me that you expect these children to KILL people and not care! They are people, not a SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!" Gohan probably would have gone further if Videl and Logan had not entered the room at that moment.
"I heard something about putting my son in the line of fire," Videl said coolly, voice deadly. "Would someone care to explain?"
The room fell dead silent, and no one said a word in reply.
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No one said anything as they left the mansion sometime later, Gohan was still seething, and Videl looked more than a little smug. Xavier had the shock of his life when he'd gone up against Kurt's parents and lost, rather spectacularly. Especially since Gohan had been on and off battlefields since he was six.
Logan had understood Gohan's anger as well, having seen the horrors of world war two first hand. The only reason he considered allowing the kids to fight, he had told Gohan later, was because he did not care for it to happen a second time. Even then, Logan made sure that he was never to far away to help should the need arise.
Gohan frowned. "It's one thing for someone like Kurt, or Goten, or Trunks, who have been trained in combat their entire lives to go into danger," He told Videl softly, sometime later, "but it is another matter entirly when they put kids that have no idea what they're doing in the mix. I should like to see what would happen if one of our competed with all of them."
"Am I still included?" Kurt asked. "With the X-Team, I mean."
"No. You may end up fighting with them in battle, but it will be with the Z-Senshi, in your rightful place," Videl told him, stroking his hair. "Now, I believe school's out? We should go find this. . . Brotherhood. . . and invite them to the get-together on Saturday."
"They live just down this street. In the bad side of town. Rogue says that Mystic doesn't much care for them, and stays locked up in her room, when she's there at all, and the house is falling into disrepair." Kurt said softly. "I don't know why Xavier doesn't do anything, he has the money for it, and I think Lance is working two jobs, and I know that Peitro has one, and Rogue has one. The other two are Freddie and Todd. Todd can't work, he's too young and his grades aren't high enough, and Freddie's going to fail school all together if he doesn't do something."
"Unstable home life," Videl agreed. "Let's meet them."
"We don't have long to wait. This is their house." Kurt gestured to the run down building in front of them, and Videl frowned. There was a battered Jeep outside that looked ready to fall apart, as well as another half run down car. Shutters were hanging off thier hinges, and the steps were sagging.
"And Xavier just leaves them to live like this? What kind of man is he?" Videl demanded as they approached the door. She never got her answer, however.
"Come to gloat, blue?" A boy stuck his head out the door. "No one's home but me, yo."
Gohan raised an eyebrow. The boy has mossy green hair, and eyes of the same shade. His skin had grayish tones, and he had an odd gait that was a half-hop rather than a normal walk. His clothing was ragged, and he looked mal-nourished. A fly passed his head, and with a quick snap, he lashed out his long tongue and caught it. "Are flies your regular diet?" Gohan asked, genuinly intersted.
"Only when we ain't got no food around, yo." The odd boy replied.
"That's Todd, but everyone calls him Toad," Kurt told his parents, then added, "Toad, this is Gohan and Videl, my Otousan and Okassan."
"Hello, Todd." Videl bowed in typical Japanese fashion, then smiled. "Kurt wanted to invite you all to a party on Saturday at our house. We're having a get-together with a bunch of friends, and we wanted you to come."
"That's a riot. X-geeks don't invite us to anything." This was a new voice, and while Gohan and Videl had long since known he was there and deemed him no threat, they had ignored him in favour of speaking to Todd. He was much taller than Todd, with longish mousy brown hair that, at its longest point, fell just past his shirt collar, and brown eyes. His clothing was also ragged, parts torn out. He wore fingerless gloves, and Gohan blinked. He smelled very earthy.
"I know I'm being nosey, but what's your power?" Gohan smiled innocently, the patented "Son Grin".
"Earth," The new teen replied shortly. "I'm Lance. What do you want?"
"We told you," Kurt told him crossly. "I'm not an X-man anymore. I'm with my family now, and we don't have all those stupid lables. And no, my parents aren't mutants. Otousan's an alien, and Okassan's a human."
"Well that makes me want to hang around them," Lance replied sarcastically. "I have a job to get too."
"Kurt said you work two of them. Where do you work?" Videl frowned. "You shouldn't have that much responiblity."
"What are you? My keeper? I work at the gas station and pizza parlor. Happy?"
"No. You aren't." Gohan pointed out coolly. "But the invite's open. We'll see you Saturday. Bring the others with you, yes?"
"Fine, fine. Now get out." Lance snapped, and slammed the door shut.
Videl humphed. "That was rude."
Gohan sighed and shook his head. "And I think we both know why." Knowing glances were exchanged, and Kurt frowned, wishing they'd let HIM in on the secret, since they seemed to well aquainted with it. But asking, he knew, would get him nowhere, and if they were going to tell him, they would have done it already. It just wasn't fair!
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(A/N) Well, another chapter done. Next is the party! How fun will that be? I'm really excited to write it. I mean, picture Vegita meeting the prof! And CHICHI! She's going to kill him! I think we all see where Gohan got his temper when it comes to his kids! *grins* I hope you all liked my latest chapter! Review, please! And, as always, flames are for s'mores!
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