Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Help! ❯ Uhh, hi. ( Chapter 3 )

Help!!!

Chapter 2: Uhh, hi.

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Not that it matters, but I hate it when people don't update their stories for two to three years and don't tell you that they won't be updating for awhile. Me encanta DBZ, pero no tengo DBZ. (I love DBZ, but I don't have DBZ.) On with the story.

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"Class, we're getting close to our destination, so will you all WAKE UP!!!!!!" The teacher yelled, making more than a few students jump awake. About fifteen minutes later, they had arrived at the Son home. Outside, stood two little boys, one with lavender hair, the other black. Then, to everyone's surprise, the two flew off, heading towards South City, while their hair color changed to yellow. As they got off the bus, they could hear some people yelling inside. The teacher, Mrs. Disk, went to knock on the door just as it opened, and accidentally, knocked on the head of someone very familiar to us but not to her.

"Woman, what do you think you're doing?" The short, scary looking man asked, his eyes flared in anger. "Never mind that. Hey Kakarrot, did you know you've got a bunch of weakling bakas in your yard?" Vegeta yelled, having puzzled the class and scared the teacher.

"Oh, that's right," A voice yelled. A few moments later, the Saiyan rounded the corner. "Tell Bulma I said hi, and also thank you for me will ya. Later, Vegeta," the guy said as the other one left. "Hi, I'm Goku, pleased to meet you," the guy said, flashing a grin that seemed oddly familiar. "Follow me," he told them. "I'll have the boys' get your bags later," he went on.

"This is my wife, Chichi, and man, she an awesome cook," Goku told them as they passed the kitchen, where she was making a ton of food for breakfast.

"Goku, do you know where Goten ran off to?" Chichi asked.

"Umm, let's see, he's with Trunks and they're going to Bulma's. Vegeta's with them," He added. "Why?"

"I wanted him to go wake up his brother," Chichi stated. "Can you?"

"Sure, I'm getting ready to show everyone their rooms, so I'll do it on the way there," Goku replied. "Okay, well, let's go!" Goku grinned, showing everyone the way to their rooms. "Pick any room you want but these three," he told them, pointing to the three doors they couldn't choose.

"Why can't we pick one of them?" Videl asked.

"Well, they're me and Chichi and the boys' rooms," Goku answered. "Well, while you guys pick your rooms, I'll go wake him up," Goku added, slipping into one of the three rooms. They shrugged, and went on, picking rooms to call their own for the next few days.

"Dad! You're worse than Goten," a voice yelled after a few minutes. Everyone found it familiar, but couldn't place who it belonged to.

"You better get dressed. We've got visitors!" The ever cheerful voice of Goku answered.

"WHAT!" The first yelled. Goku stepped out of the room, leaving his son to get dressed.

A few minutes later, after Goku had led them back down to the dining room to eat, Chichi started to bring out mountains of food. About halfway through the meal, after almost everyone had lost their desire to eat, did a very familiar voice appear.

"Hey, mom, what smells so good?" The familiar voice from before asked, the voice nearby.

"Breakfast, and you'd better get down here before your father eats it all," Son Chichi called back. Seconds later, the face no one could place to the voice appeared.

"GOHAN!" A few people shouted in surprise. The two Saiyans, along with a few others, covered their ears.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Videl yelled at him.

"That's what I should be asking you," Gohan chuckled nervously.

"For your information, we just so happen to be here on a field trip to meet and spend some time with the legendary Son Goku and his family," Videl informed him.

"Dad, is that true?" Gohan asked, a hint of whining in his voice.

"Yep," Goku replied, flashing that infamous grin.

"Wait a minute, Son Goku is your dad!?!" Videl screeched to the dismay of almost every soul in the room.

"Yeah, so?" Gohan prompted. The glare he got really and truly reminded him of his mother. His mother, who was standing right behind him, holding her trusty frying pan. Looking around, Gohan found various people trying to warn him, but, alas, he was doomed at birth to have had his father's naivety and stupidity.

"Gohan, why weren't you watching your brother this morning?" Chichi asked.

"I was asleep," he answered.

"Wrong answer," she replied, slamming the pan into his head, leaving his classmates and teacher horrified at what had happened to the guy. He'd fallen to the ground, not ready to be hit so early in the day.

"Mrs. Son, how could you do that to your own child!" Was one of the many things people yelled at Chichi.

"Do what? He's fine," She shrugged. And indeed, he was, as he sat up rubbing his head.

"Is it safe to come down?" Son Goku's voice was heard from above. Everyone but Chichi and Gohan looked up, and quite a few of the girls fainted from fright, seeing the mighty Saiyan warrior in the air, safe from the pan.

"Yeah, it's safe," Gohan replied.

"Okay," his father answered, floating gently down.

"Now Goku, honestly, what are we going to do with all these teens?" Chichi asked pointed to the ten students and one teacher fainted on the floor.

"Uhh..." He trailed off. Chichi sighed, then sent Gohan to work, carrying everyone up to the bedrooms.