A/N: This is a rewrite of my story that I adopted from BeadleJuice. I have added some content, modified some, and deleted some. I have changed the overall direction of the story. These changes won't be immediately noticeable at first, however, they will be later on in the story. I am, however, looking for a Beta. If you are a Beta, or know of a good Beta, please either review or pm me, and I will get back to you. Thanks. As always, please read and review. :)

A/N 3: Edited for content and beta'd! I have to thank the super awesome FireStorm1991 for beta reading this chapter and hopefully many more to come!

Gohan and Mirai Trunks sat inhaling their breakfast as Bulma drilled into them a lecture. If you were interested, Goten and Trunks were off wreaking havoc somewhere in the building, Gyōza, Goten's twin sister, was headed toward the kitchen for food, and Vegeta was, as usual, in the GR.

"Whatever you do, don't show off your powers! And pay attention to your studies, and don't pick fights."

"We know, Mom," Mirai replied. "You told us all this last night."

"We'll be fine, Bulma." Gohan assured her.

"I know, I know. But still."

Gohan checked his watch. "Mirai, we better get going. We have to appear to go to school as if we were like normal humans. Take care of the little brats, Bulma."

"GOHAN! Don't call your little siblings brats!" Bulma exclaimed.

"I love you, Mom, bye," Mirai quickly intervened as he rushed out the door with Gohan, hoping to stop another future argument and to avoid getting yelled at.

It was a sad day indeed when Son Gohan, Gyōza, and Goten came to live with the Briefs. It was seven years ago to this day. Son Chi-Chi, their mother, had died officially of stress overload which led to a massive stroke. In actuality, Chi-Chi had simply given up on life after the stress of losing her husband, the ever infallible Son Goku, to the monster known as Cell. This was ten months before Chi-Chi had succumbed to heartbreak and joined her beloved Goku in Otherworld. To the world, a man named Hercule Satan had destroyed Cell, but the world's saviors in the darkness, Goku and Gohan, had not escaped Cell unscathed. Gohan had lost a father, and without knowing it, soon, a mother. Goku, so infallible, had miscalculated, and made a grave error. In order to protect his family, he made the ultimate sacrifice. By not returning to Earth, Goku had hoped to save his family from villains that would seek to destroy Goku, and by proxy, the Earth.

Goku failed to take into account the effect his death would have on his family. Gohan had surprisingly remained strong, but it was Chi-Chi who succumbed to depression. Staying alive only by sheer will to see her babies born, Chi-Chi's body simply gave out on her. Miraculously, the twins, a boy and a girl, were perfectly healthy. Chi-Chi had remained in this world long enough to tell her father what their names would be; Goten for the boy and Gyōza for the girl. Chi-Chi then passed on.

Immensely saddened by the loss of his daughter, the Ox King informed the doctor of their names, and called their family friends: the Briefs.

"Hello," Bulma answered the phone. "Who's calling?"

"It's me, something terrible has happened!" the Ox King cried.

Knowing that the Ox King would only be acting like this in an emergency, Bulma started panicking.

"Ox, what is it, what happened? Is it Chi-Chi? Gohan?"

"Chi-Chi went into labor today," the Ox King replied, sorrow lacing every word.

"Oh my Kami! Are the babies alright?"

"They're fine… but… Chi-Chi… she didn't make it," the Ox King replied, as streams of tears made his way down his face.

"NO!" Bulma gasped. "NO! That's not true! You're lying! You… have to be."

"You have to take them, Bulma," the Ox King said, strangely calm.

"But, Ox, surely you can take care of them, right? Hang on; I'll have Vegeta fly me right over."

"I'm sorry," the Ox King said, before cutting the line.

"Ox… Ox… VEGETA!" Bulma screamed. "BRING ME OVER TO CHI-CHI'S!"

"DAMN IT, WOMAN! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRAINING?!"

"SCREW YOUR DAMN TRAINING! CHI-CHI JUST DIED, DAMN IT! NOW GET ME OVER THERE NOW!"

Vegeta had gone strangely silent. While it was no secret he despised Goku and, through him, his family, Vegeta had mellowed out since Goku has died.

"Damn it, Kakarot, why did you leave? If I'm right, this is on you!" Vegeta thought viciously.

Vegeta had quickly grabbed Bulma and blasted off towards Chi-Chi's. Meanwhile, the doctor at Chi-Chi's was trying to soothe the crying twins, and the shell-shocked Gohan, a loud noise reverberated throughout the house. The doctor ran out and gasped at the scene. The Ox King laid dead not twenty yards away, a giant fist-sized hole through his chest where his heart was, and a bloodied fist lying on his chest.

The doctor rushed over to the giant of a man, hoping to find some sort of pulse. There was none.

"Why must these tragedies happen to such nice families?" the doctor thought sadly, reminiscing about the Sons. The doctor had been the one to deliver Gohan, and though he had been perplexed about the strange tail sprouting from Gohan's back, didn't think twice about it after Goku waved it off, claiming he had one as a child.

"First the father, then the mother, now the grandfather, I can only pray something good happens from this tragedy," the doctor postulated, still shocked over the man's suicide and the mother's untimely death.

"What happened?" Gohan shouted, running out of the house before coming to a dead stop, his heart turning cold. "No… Grandpa…GRANDPA!"

Gohan sprinted towards the Ox King. The doctor shook his head, but knew it was futile to keep the boy away.

"I'm sorry, Gohan."

"No… he can't be… why would he… NO!"

Not a second later, Vegeta and Bulma landed in front of the Sons' house, greeted by a scene right out of a horror novel. A bloodied body on the ground and a doctor and child around him.

"No… I knew something wasn't right with Ox… no… I'm sorry."

Vegeta merely stood silent, hoping to not infuriate his wife.

"Are you the Bulma Briefs?"

"Yes, I don't have time for this though. I'm a friend of the family. What happened?"

Bulma rushed over to hug Gohan impulsively, gasping as Gohan flinched and shied away. Turning to look at Vegeta questioningly, she was surprised to see Vegeta merely shake his head. The doctor recanted what happened to the best of his ability. By the end, Bulma was in tears.

"Will you take them in?" the doctor asked.

"I have to… they have no one left. I love them as if they were my second children."

"I'm truly sorry. I was told to give this to a Bulma Briefs if, and when she arrived, by the late Son Chi-Chi. That's why I asked if you were Bulma Briefs."

Bulma grabbed it out of the doctor's hands. Scanning it quickly, she muttered the key points of the paper.

"If I am no longer around, as I may fear, then either my father, or should he not be able to, you must take them in. And if you dare let my Gohan turn into only a hooligan fighter, so help me, I will haunt you till your grave. My Gohan will be the best fighter and scholar out there. I know it. The best of me and Goku. And to my precious babies, I love you sweethearts, and I know Bulma will have taken great care of you. Goodbye, for now."

Bulma shed her tears quite freely. "I'll take them in. Vegeta, grab Gohan, if he can't fly, and one or both of the twins, and so help me if one of them gets hurt! I'll take the other."

Gohan, still numb from the pain of the events that recently occurred, merely nodded and took off towards Capsule Corporation.

"The boy's name is Goten, and the girl's name is Gyōza," the doctor told Bulma, sighing sadly, before taking off in the car he drove in.

So, it had been seven years since that fateful day and since Bulma fulfilled Chi-Chi's last wishes. She allowed Gohan to train and enrolled him in high school.

Lifting themselves into the air, they quickly looked around, and seeing no one there, blasted off at full speed towards the former Orange Star City, now renamed Satan City after Hercule Satan's supposed victory over the terror known as Cell seven years back. Landing quickly and quietly in a small alley near the Satan City Bank, they looked around before exiting the alley, making sure no one noticed them arriving from the alley out of nowhere. They walked on for a few minutes, talking and laughing. Neither boy had been to a high school before. They were discussing what they thought it would be like when they heard gunfire.

Seeing the Satan City Police Force cowering behind a barricade, both boys immediately ran back into the alley that they arrived in and transformed into Super Saiyans. They hurried over towards the Satan City Bank where the gunshots had originated from. The police had created a blockade with their cars and were cowering while seeming to be waiting for something. Not stopping to find out what, the boys charged into the building, ignoring the screams of the cops to stop. A few minutes later, they emerged carrying the unconscious would-be robbers and were followed out by the slightly shaken up hostages.

The boys dropped the robbers in front of the cops and took off toward the nearest alley. "Mirai! We're going to be late for school!"

"Crap, looks like powering down isn't an option."

They then proceeded toward Orange Star High School, which surprisingly had retained its original name from the onslaught of Satan-themed names. Stealthily landing on the roof, they powered down, then ran at human speed the rest of the way, arriving near the cafeteria just in time to hear the first bell ring.

The two cried out in slight pain and flinched, their Saiyan ears picking up the sound a lot easier than anyone else's. This earned a curious glance or two as students, either finishing breakfast or chatting with friends, hurried off to homeroom.

"Hey!" Mirai called out to a passing student.

The boy stopped and looked a little irritated. He had long blonde hair and wore a black muscle shirt that showed off slightly tone muscles. "What?"

"Where's the main office?"

"New kids?" He pointed to the hall behind him. "Head down that hall, then it is the first door on the right."

"Thanks!" the two called as they headed off in the direction the boy pointed.

"Losers," the boy scoffed and continued on his way.

Mirai and Gohan stopped at the door that the boy had told them was the main office. Sure enough, there was a sign over the door that said clearly "Main Office."The two half-Saiyans walked in.

"Hello, Ma'am," Gohan's voice was calm and polite. "We're new here. We were told to come and pick up our schedules. My name is Son Gohan and this is Mirai Briefs."

The secretary looked up curiously as she heard Mirai's last name, but simply smiled politely. She picked up two pieces of paper that sat on her desk in front of them. She held the papers out, one to each of them. "Here are your schedules; your student guide should be here any minute. She seems to have been held up."

"Thank you," the boys returned the smile she was giving them, feeling grateful she didn't make a big deal over Mirai's last name. They looked down at their identical schedules:

Period 1: A.P English

K. Davis

Room 121

Period 2: Physical Education/Gym

K. Chestnut

Gymnasium

Period 3: A.P History

E. Johnson

Auditorium 4

LUNCH BREAK

Period 4: Multi-Variable Calculus III

P. Johnson

Room 276

Period 5: Intermolecular Biology

W. Rogers

Room 187

(ELECTIVE) Period 6: Martial Arts History

J. Chun

Room 123

A minute later, a girl walked in. She seemed to be mad about something. She had black hair that was pulled into pigtails and wore a long, white shirt and black pants. She glared at the two new students.

"Sorry, Videl, but you were the only one available today."

"It's okay," Videl replied, succeeding at not snapping at the secretary.

Gohan smiled pleasantly. "Hello, I'm Gohan, this is Mirai." He extended a hand. "It's nice to meet you." She shook his hand with a slightly suspicious look in her eyes.

"Ditto," Mirai also held out his hand.

"That's weird. They don't seem to know who I am."Videl's thoughts were interrupted by Mirai.

"Uh, shouldn't we get to class?"

"Yes, it's this way." She turned sharply and stalked out of the room.

The teenagers exchanged a look, clearly perplexed by the girl's strange behavior before following the obviously annoyed Videl.

"Give me your schedule," Videl demanded.

"Why?" Gohan asked.

"So I can exchange greeting cards with you… it's so I can tell you where to go, idiot!"

Gohan laughed weakly, and rubbed the back of his head with his hand in classic "Son" manner. Mirai, on the other hand, was stunned by the audacity of Videl.

Gohan handed over his schedule, and stated, "Mirai and I have the same schedule."

Videl scanned the schedule, before looking up and snorting, "Nerds."

Mirai was now furious at Videl, and was going to say something, before Gohan got his attention and shook his head briefly. Mirai sighed and let it go.

"However, I can't say I'm not that much of a nerd, as I share some of your classes."

Gohan smiled at Mirai, and Mirai shrugged.

"I share A.P English, Gym, and Martial Arts History with you. Speaking of which, why would you weaklings take Martial Arts History, it's not as if you would gain anything out of it."

Mirai's eyes enlarged and his fists were clenched in rage. Gohan once again shook his head, but was finding it hard to control himself. The number one thing you could do to insult a Saiyan, or in their case a half-Saiyan, was to insult their strength.

Ignoring, or perhaps not noticing Mirai's and Gohan's reactions, Videl carried on. "I hear it's even being taught by the trickster, Jackie Chun."

"Jackie… Chun…" Mirai and Gohan repeated to themselves until it hit them. They looked up at each other and mouthed Roshi.

Videl led them to a classroom near the gym and took a seat beside a pretty blonde girl and the boy the two had stopped earlier.

"Class!" the teacher called. "Meet our two new students. This is Gohan Son and Mirai Briefs. They both received perfect scores on their entrance exams. I hope you all learn from their example." The class began whispering amongst themselves. Mirai's last name had caused some stir, but their scores were the main reason for the chatter. "Boys, there are two empty seats in front of Videl and Erasa. You can sit there."

Knowing who Videl was but not Erasa, they started up towards Videl. The boys smiled and walked over to the seats. Erasa leaned forward, "Hi! I'm Erasa! This is Sharpner and Videl. It's nice to meet you!" Her voice was high pitched and it bothered the demi-Saiyans' ears.

"Gohan," he smiled at the bubbly blonde.

"Mirai."Mirai turned to the front of the classroom.

"So," Erasa said, leaning forward a bit to talk to the new kids, "do you know who Videl's daddy is?"

"No," the teens replied together. Mirai didn't turn.

"Hercule Satan!"

The two gave her twin blank looks.

"Who," they asked.

Gohan frowned. "Mirai, why does that name sound familiar?" He asked over a telepathic link.

"I don't know, Gohan."

The boys frowned in thought. "Hercule Satan..." Gohan muttered.

"Wait! Isn't he that idiot that tried to fight Cell before we did? You know, the one masquerading as the strongest man on Earth?" Mirai asked him telepathically.

"Yeah, I think that's it!"

The trio seemed to finally recover. "The world champ, Mr. Satan! You have to know who he is."

The boys blinked. "Yes, we know who he is. We also know what he is."

"What is my dad?" Videl asked, letting her anger color her voice. "And by the way any relation to the Bulma Briefs?"

The boys smirked and turned around, pretending to pay attention to the teacher. Erasa wasn't quite done talking though, though Videl was steaming mad at the boys' obvious dismissal of her. It was clear she wasn't used to this type of treatment.

"So, have you two heard about the Gold Fighters?"

"The Gold Fighters," Mirai asked without turning around. They figured it would be better to attempt to ignore them to make sure nothing else slipped out, but Mirai couldn't help himself.

"The two Gold Fighters that stopped the bank robbery this morning."

Both boys turned around sharply, shock and slight fear on their faces. "What?"

Erasa laughed. "Yeah, I know. It was amazing! They just went into the bank and came out seconds later with the robbers then took off."

The boys turned around and leaned closer for a consultation.

"We so shouldn't have done that!" Mirai hissed.

"I know. Bulma's going to kill us. Not to mention what she'll have your dad do." Both boys shuddered at the thought.

"We can't do that again," Mirai warned.

"What if we just get disguises? Do you think your mom will go for that?"

"Maybe, but we'll have to ask at just the right moment in just the right way."

"What are you two nerds talking about?"

"Nothing important to a tough guy like you." Luckily, Sharpner didn't notice Mirai'ssarcasm on the words "tough guy," luckily for Sharpner that is.

"So, nerds, where do you go next?"

"Why? Trying to make sure you avoid us? Can't be hard considering that you're the type to focus on being big and tough but ignore any kind of studies," Mirai said, the jab falling right off his tongue.

Sharpner snorted in response. "And how would you know? I do happen to be in this class. If I wanted to, I could—"

"Sharpner! Since you seem to already know all this stuff, why don't you answer number three?"

Sharpner looked down at the book. "What are we doing?"

"Three, Sharpner. He just told you that," Mirai told him with a grin.

"Oh, right. Uh..." He stared uncomprehendingly at the page. "I don't know, Mr. Davis."

"And why don't you know?"

"I wasn't paying attention."

"Okay then, I want a one-page essay about paying attention in class on my desk by tomorrow. Gohan, would you or Mirai care to answer number three?"

Gohan glanced at the page. "The verb is 'ran' and the noun is 'Kate.'"

"Really? Nouns and verbs? I thought this was high school."

"Sadly, Mirai, it is. I looked through the book, it doesn't get much better. I could do this stuff before I was five."

"Not everyone's a nerd like you, Gohan."

"How did you get in this class anyway, Sharpner? This is the advanced course if I'm not mistaken," Mirai inserted. He was having fun with the 'Sharpner is dumb' jokes.

"What makes you think I'm not smart enough to be in here?"

"Oh, based on the expectations this book gave me, I'm not all that surprised."

"Oh, it's not that bad Mirai. At least there isn't an explo—" BOOM!"Mirai, did Bulma sign the Three Terrors up for school too?"

"Y-yeah." They turned to each other.

"One, two, three," they called together, getting into a paper, rock, scissors war. "Tie, go again. One, two, three..."

"No," Mirai whined. "Didn't I go last time?"

"You lost fair and square."

"What are you two going on about?" Videl asked.

They looked at each other, then at Videl. "Nothing!"

They turned back toward the front. "Their teacher can sort it out," Mirai stated.

"Let's just hope that wasn't Trunks' idea of an escape plan." They both shuddered at the mental image of Trunks and Goten attacking their teachers...and them getting punished for it because they 'set a bad example.'

"What's your next class?" Sharpner asked again.

"Their next class will be P.E. with us, Sharpner. I'm their student guide, remember?" Videl said, putting a slight emphasis on "student guide."

"CLASS!" The teacher had to yell to be heard over the class. Silence slowly fell in the room. "I just received a wonderful message from the principal. He just got off the phone with the head of Capsule Corp. and she has finally agreed to take a class on a tour of the facility."

"NO!" The demi-Saiyans yelled without thinking. They slid down in their seats.

"How could Bulma do that to us?"

"What's your problem, boys? Scared of meeting some real scientists?" Sharpner asked.

Gohan looked up helplessly at him. "No, we're scared of the school going to Capsule Corp."

"Why would that scare you? Are you afraid the whole school is going to embarrass you or something?"

"Gohan, Mirai, why are you on first name basis with the head of Capsule Corp.?" Videl asked, picking up on his word choice.

"Come up and get your permission slips, the trip will be Wednesday." The boys groaned.

"Well, Gohan?"

"You'll see," Gohan answered with a morbid tone.

Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa went to the front to get their permission slips. "Aren't you two going to get permission slips?" Erasa gushed.

"No," they replied.

"We won't need them," Mirai stated in a tortured voice.

"You'll see why on Wednesday," Gohan put his head down in defeat.

Before Videl could question them further, the bell rang. The boys let out slight cries of pain and covered their ears.

"Perk up boys, gym won't be that bad!" Erasa told them, poking their sides. The boys looked up.

"That's not it, Erasa." Gohan groaned, standing up. "But it isn't helping either."

The two new students followed Videl and company to the gym. They were in for a bit of a surprise. When they entered the gym, the group immediately separated. The boys went to the boys' locker room and the girls to the girls' locker room.

Mirai and Gohan pulled out the gym clothes Bulma had given them. Mirai's was a dark blue gi with a white undershirt and belt. Gohan's was an orange gi with a dark blue undershirt and belt, just like his father's. The boys changed quickly into their gym clothes and walked back out into the gym.

They stood awkwardly as everyone stared at their well-toned arms. Just then, the gym teacher walked in. "Okay everyone! Time for roll call!" Shock crossed the demi-Saiyans' faces as the recognized the voice and the ki that went with it. The gym teacher, who had been looking down at the clipboard in his hand, stopped. He looked up toward where he sensed two powerful and familiar kis. "Impossible."

His eyes landed on Gohan and Mirai. "That's what we're thinking Krillin. Since when are you a gym teacher?"

Krillin gaped at them for a moment before recovering. "Since 18 decided I needed a job. Since when have you two gone to high school?"

"Since today," Mirai responded.

"Well, I suppose you two at least will enjoy the next month."

"Why?"

"It's all martial arts, all month."

"Well, that will be both fun and horrible at the same time, won't it Gohan?"

Gohan only sighed in response. "Krillin—"

"Sorry, Gohan, but it's Mr. Chestnut at school."

"Okay then, Mr. Chestnut, shouldn't you be calling roll?"

"Oh, right okay then." Krillin proceeded to call roll while Videl glared at the two new students.

I don't get it! How do they know Mr. Chestnut? And what did he mean by 'fun and horrible at the same time?' I'm going to figure those two out. Videl's thoughts were interrupted by her name being called. "Here!" she called before returning to her thoughts. And how come they look so strong? I thought they were supposed to be nerds.

"Okay, class!" Mr. Chestnut called, pulling Videl out of her reverie, again. "This month is the Martial Arts Unit. Now, let me see hands, who knows martial arts?" Videl, Sharpner, Mirai, and Gohan raised their hands. "So few? Oh, well, I need a volunteer. Who wants to spar to let the class see their technique?" Mirai, Gohan, and Sharpner's hands immediately dropped. "Okay then, Videl, choose one of the other three that raised their hands to spar with you."

Videl's eyes looked between Mirai and Gohan. "I pick…Gohan."

Gohan groaned slightly and made his way toward the ring painted in the center of the gym. He stepped into the ring and Videl stood facing him.

"Ready? Begin!" Krillin called.

Both teens dropped into fighting stances. That's impossible! I can't see a single opening in his stance!

Wow! Only one opening! That's pretty impressive for someone who hasn't had any good training. Gohan smirked."Whenever you're ready Videl."

Videl glared. He's cocky, giving me the first move? Idiot. Whatever, it's his funeral.Videl shot forward.

Gohan shook his head. He dropped down and swung his foot out and tripped her. She fell on her side, hard. "Don't leave your feet unguarded, Videl." She pushed herself to her feet and glared at her opponent. He sighed, thinking he should figure out how she fought so he didn't hurt her. He lowered into his stance. "Okay, Videl, let's try again. Whenever you're ready."

Videl ran at him and threw a right uppercut at him. He blocked it easily. She followed it with a left punch, attempting to hit his face. Again, he blocked it effortlessly. Her face contorted in anger.

"Careful, getting angry like that can be dangerous in a fight," he informed her.

She threw a knee into his gut but he stopped it with his hand. Then, he bounced backward. Videl followed.

"She's got a pretty good technique," Krillin commented absently to Mirai.

"Yeah, but she's not thinking clearly enough. She needs to learn how to control her emotions in a fight."

Krillin nodded, still watching the fight.

Back in the ring, Gohan had figure out Videl's rhythm and style. He moved close to the edge of the ring. Videl threw a right punch at his face, but Gohan moved out of the way, to his left. He put his hands together and hit her as lightly as he could on the back, knocking her down. She landed just outside the ring.

Everyone stared in amazement. "Well, done!" Krillin called, walking over to them.

Gohan smiled down at her. "That was a pretty good fight." He extended a hand to help her up.

Videl glared and pushed herself to her feet, ignoring his hand. "That was amazing, Videl!" Krillin told her with a proud smile. "There aren't many martial artists that can keep up that well with a Son."

She glared. "Yeah, yeah. You're only saying that because I lost." She frowned. "I was hoping to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, but I guess I'm not ready yet."

"No, you're more than ready to face the competition of the Tournament."

"I couldn't even beat Gohan!"

"Videl, I am a much better martial artist than almost any other person on this planet, and I couldn't lay a finger on Gohan unless he let me. Trust me, all you need is a little Kame style training and you'll amaze even yourself in that tournament. Now, everyone! That's all the time we have today! Get dressed!"

Everyone went to the locker rooms to change back into their school clothes. The rest of the day went on without a hitch.

Gohan and Mirai sat staring at the clock in their Intermolecular Biology class. "Come on, come on," Gohan muttered. It was one minute until three and they were anxious to leave.

"Don't forget we have to pick up the Terrors after school."

Gohan groaned, not taking his eyes off the clock. "Wonderful. That means we'll probably get to hear about whatever mischief they caused today."

"And we have Roshi's class next," Mirai sighed. "Ten more seconds..." The bell rang. The two demi-Saiyans were out of their seats and out the door before the rest of the class had stood up.

"Come on in, boys and girls…well, hello there," Roshi said lecherously, trying to grope some of the students.

Noticing what the pervert – Roshi – was doing, said scathingly, "If you even think of trying that on me, I'll beat you into the ground."

"Listen sweetheart, that's nice and all, but you wouldn't last a minute against me," Roshi replied, chuckling.

"Hah, that's a laugh, trickster. Fine then, but I won't fall for your light shows and tricks!"

"Boys and girls, I hope you don't mind me teaching this young whelp a few lessons in humility, do you?"

"Go right ahead," Mirai called out. Videl turned towards Mirai, furious.

"Hmm… Mirai, is that you and Gohan up there?" Roshi said, contemplating his next move.

"You KNOW this trickster," Videl exclaimed, even more infuriated than before.

"Trickster, please, listen, Videl, Jackie Chun can, and will, wipe the floor with you without breaking a sweat," Mirai said, dismissing Videl with a wave of his hand.

"Please, even if he wasn't a trickster, he's an old man. He can't possibly have the strength to beat me!"

"You really think Martial Arts is all about strength then, Videl?" Roshi asked quietly.

"Of course!"Videl replied brazenly.

"Oh boy, I know exactly where Roshi is going with this," Mirai said quietly to Gohan.

"Huh, what are you talking about?"

"Remember when I took on Cell after my father? Cell taught me a valuable lesson, no matter how evil he was. Strength means nothing if you can't catch your opponent."

"Oh…I see now what Roshi is gonna do," Gohan replied, a little smirk lighting up his face.

Both boys turned back to the front of the classroom, where the rest of the students had cleared desks to allow Videl and Roshi to fight.

"Gohan, if you would," Roshi called out, motioning him down with a finger. "Be the judge for us?"

"Sure, why not, but it's not as if it's gonna be entertaining. You'll just wipe the floor with Videl," Gohan laughed, his Saiyan mentality taking over for a second.

Videl's face was redder than a tomato. "Shut up and fight, you old geezer!"

"Fine, then, I'll be glad to teach you a lesson in humility," Roshi replied, a bit stunned at Videl's audacity.

"3….2….1…FIGHT!" Gohan counted down.

Videl let out a loud shout, and shot towards Roshi, with her right leg extended, left leg bent by the knee. Roshi quickly raised his right hand, and brushed aside her leg, before following up with a palm strike to the abdomen.

"Oof," Videl breathed out, literally having her breath taken away.

"Give up yet?" Roshi asked softly. "Do not think it weak to give up against an opponent so far out of your league, pardon my arrogance."

"You… just… got lucky," Videl panted, trying to catch her breath. Snarling, Videl launched herself at Roshi and unleashed a flurry of strikes and kicks. Though dodging them all, Roshi was quite surprised at Videl's power, given no ki-training. He could sense she was enforcing her attacks with ki, without even knowing. This could be dangerous as it was very taxing.

Deciding to end this early and to prevent any harm, Roshi quickly phased out of view, before chopping the back of Videl's neck, launching her into a blissful unconsciousness.

Gohan quickly ran over to Videl, grabbed her arm, raised it up and let it hit the ground.

"That's it, the fight is over, Jackie Chun wins."

The crowd was stunned. The "World's Greatest Martial Arts Champion's" daughter had been defeated by the trickster. He even used that trick to disappear, most of them thought viciously.

"How dare you use such tricks against Videl?" Sharpner exclaimed. "When Mr. Satan hears about this –"

"ENOUGH!" Roshi roared. "Videl's own arrogance blinded her to the simple truth that she is nowhere near my equal. As for that bumbling oaf, well maybe he should watch the 21st to 23rdBudokaiTenkaichis, which one of them I won, and he might learn a thing or two."

"You dare insult MR. SATAN, the man who beat Cell?" Sharpner questioned, disbelief coloring his voice.

Gohan and Mirai merely snorted at Sharpner's bold statement, not knowing how far from the truth he was.

"Those tricks you call them are merely ki-based attacks and maneuvers," Roshi said calming down. "Next class we will go over ki and ki-based attacks and maneuvers as part of the curriculum."

Videl by this time had woken up and groaned, rubbing the back of her neck.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Roshi… um… well he used one of those tricks on you, and knocked you out," Sharpner said timidly, hoping to not be on the receiving end of Videl's temper.

"First you tell me to give up, then you have the audacity to use those despicable tricks on me," Videl screamed, her eyes bugging out of her head, and her hands clenched in fists of rage.

"Enough, little girl," Roshi snarled, finally losing his patience with the Satan progeny. "Those tricks, as you called them, are way beyond your comprehension. Perhaps I was wrong about you. In any case, I was practicing martial arts before your father was even born. For him to call the techniques that we true martial artists perform, tricks, is despicable. It hurts my honor and my pride."

Videl, for once was shocked into silence. Before now, she had not considered that Jackie Chun, winner of the 21st TenkaichiBudokai, would know techniques that her father didn't. After all, Jackie was an old man when he won the tournament. He must have had ages to perfect the techniques. And while he didn't defeat Cell, he was still a formidable opponent, as evidenced by the pain lingering around her neck.

Videl bowed her head, a tear leaking from her eye. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"Whaa!" Erasa exclaimed. Now she had seen everything. First Videl lost in a martial arts fight and now she apologized. What in the world was going on?

"You're right," Videl said humbly. "You have much more experience than me, and I still have much to learn. I am sorry, Master Chun."

"Hey, it's alright," Gohan said softly to Videl. "Jackie Chun is a very dangerous opponent. Badmouthing him was not smart. You're lucky he let you off easy."

"Really?"Videl asked pitifully. And in that moment it became crystal clear to Gohan. Similar to Vegeta, Videl held herself up by her strength, it was her safeguard. And now, her world had come crashing down hard, similar to when Vegeta couldn't beat Cell.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. What are you doing after school?" Gohan asked.

"Why does it even matter?" Mirai asked harshly. "It's not like we are gonna make plans. Remember we have to pick up the Three Terrors from school."

"Where do they go to school?" Erasa asked inquisitively.

"Orange Star Elementary, why?"Mirai asked, suspicion lacing his words.

"Oh, really," Erasa squealed. "That's where my little brother goes to. Videl and I were going to pick them up after school. We'll meet you there."

At that moment, the bell rung, and in a flash, Gohan and Mirai were out the door.

"Hey, where'd they go?" Videl asked, still upset over her loss to Jackie Chun.

Videl began racing throughout the school.

Erasa chased Videl until she stopped outside. "Videl, I have to pick my little brother up! And didn't they say they were going that way anyway?"

Videl was looking around, trying to find Mirai and Gohan. She finally spotted them heading off in the direction of Orange Star Elementary. "Yeah, you're right,Erasa. They're walking toward the elementary school."

"Okay, let's go meet up with them," the bubbly blonde said. The two girls headed off behind Mirai and Gohan, keeping a safe distance, Videl so she could think about what Gohan had said at the end of class, and Erasa so she could watch Mirai and Gohan's butts without getting though this kept them from getting caught, they also couldn't hear the conversation of the two teenagers in front of them.

The elementary school wasn't far, just around the block. The girls walked up just in time to see a little girl squeal "Gohan!" loudly and run at the mysterious youth. The little girl was really short, probably in kindergarten or first grade. She had long, black hair and pretty black eyes. She jumped up off the ground right into Gohan's arms, knocking him backward a step. Gohan laughed. Videl and Erasa were now close enough to hear the conversation.

"Hey there, Squirt," Gohan laughed. "How was your day?"

The girl immediately started into a story of how her day had been, but she was talking so fast that neither Videl nor Erasa could understand a word. Suddenly, another kid noticed Gohan and another squeal of "Gohan!" sounded. A little boy with spiky black hair and black eyes ran up. He looked a little older than the girl. He ran and jumped into Gohan's arms beside the girl.

"Whoa!" Gohan yelped, almost falling down. The girl was still telling Gohan about her day. "Hey, Gyōza, have you two had sugar today?"

She slowed her speech. "No," the girl, Gyōza, told her brother with wide, innocent eyes.

Mirai, groaned. "Wonderful, the Three Terrors on a sugar high."

Then, a little boy, a little older than the two that had jumped on Gohan, ran up. He had lavender hair, just like Mirai. In fact, the two looked exactly a like except for the age difference. He stopped in front of the boy that was obviously his brother. "Hey, Mirai."

"Hey, Trunks. Are you guys ready to go?"

"Yes!" Goten, Gyōza, and Trunks replied quickly.

The boys raised their eyebrows. That was when Videl and Erasa decided to walk up.

"Hey Gohan, Mirai." The two girls greeted them with smiles.

Gohan and Mirai turned at the sound of their names. "Oh, hey Videl, Erasa," Gohan said with a smile.

"Who are they?" she asked, referring to the kids in his arms.

"Oh, these are my little brother and sister, Gyōza and Goten."

"Hi, I'm Gyōza!" the little girl said cheerfully.

"I'm Goten!" the boy spoke with as much cheer as his sister.

"Yeah, Gohan just said that," the little lavender haired boy said whilst rolling his eyes.

"And that would be Trunks, my little brother," Mirai said blandly.

"Nice to meet you all. How old are you?"

"Seven!" Goten and Gyōza called together.

Again, Trunks rolled his eyes at his friends. "Eight."

The group heard a slight cough from Gohan's left. They turned to see two very worn-out looking teachers. "Are you Goten and Gyōza's brother?" asked one.

"Are you Trunks' brother?" asked the other.

"Yes," they responded with dread. "What did they do?"

"Well, Gyōza and Goten destroyed my classroom."

"And Trunks broke another student's nose and arm."

Both teens sighed and looked at their siblings. "You do realize we have to tell Bulma and Vegeta right?"

"No, no, no! Please, please don't Gohan! We'll be good from now on we promise!" Goten whined.

"Sorry, Squirt, but they'll find out one way or another and it would be better for everyone if we just told them today," Gohan told them sympathetically.

Mirai looked at the teacher, "Well, it is your fault as much as it is theirs. I bet Mom warned you not to give them sugar but you did anyway." He shook his head.

Gyōza let out a long, catlike yawn. "Lucky us, they're starting to crash." Goten yawned too and Trunks' eyes drooped a bit.

Mirai picked him up. "Come on, Trunks, let's go home." Goten and Gyōza closed their eyes and yawned again.

"Night, night, Gohan," Gyōza yawned.

"Night, guys." Seconds later the twin half Saiyans were asleep and Trunks was on the verge of it.

A little boy walked up to the group. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hey, Erasa! Is it time to go?"

"Yes, Caleb, it's time to go. Bye, guys." Erasa took her little brother's hand and headed off toward home.

Gohan smiled and Mirai waved. Then they set off in the direction of Capsule Corp. They flew as quietly and smoothly as possible, they didn't want the Terrors to get woken up from their nap because they would be grumpy. Videl, wanting answers from Gohan, followed behind as quietly as she could in a jet copter, unnoticed by the two teenaged demi-Saiyans.

It was twenty minutes before Capsule Corp. came into view. The boys smiled and picked up the pace a little, careful not to wake the sleeping children. As Gohan and Mirai walked up the drive of Capsule Corp., Videl's eyes widened in shock.

No way! They know the Briefs? Videl thought. Wait, his name is Mirai Briefs. So he's related to the Briefs family. I guess that explains why they seemed so upset about the trip to Capsule Corp. I wonder how he's related to Bulma Briefs. She turned and headed toward Satan Mansion.

Inside, Gohan and Trunks carried their siblings to their rooms and sat them on their beds. Then, they searched for Bulma's chi; she was in one of the labs. The boys headed off to tell her about their siblings adventures in elementary school.

"THEY DID WHAT?" Bulma screeched when they told her. "I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"

The two boys swallowed hard. "Come on, Bulma. Let them sleep for now. Besides, they were on a sugar high and you know how they get." Gohan's voice was hesitant and slightly fearful.

"Fine!" she growled. "They can sleep for now, but when they wake up they will be in deep trouble! I think I might just let Vegeta give them a little extra training." There was a slightly evil glint in her eye.

The boys shared a slightly worried glance.

"So how was your day?"

"Horribly boring. Mom taught me all this stuff before I was Goten's age."

"I bet gym made it all the better," Mirai said sarcastically.

"What happened in gym? Did one of you show off your powers?" She sounded like she was on the verge of more anger.

"No, but Krillin's our teacher. And this month is the martial arts unit so Krillin thought a spar would be a good idea. So I had to fight the daughter of that phony Hercule without showing how strong I was or hurting her."

"And of course the announcement about the field trip to Capsule Corp. this Wednesday didn't help." There was a glare on Mirai's face.

Bulma smiled. "I bet your class was excited about that. Orange Star has been trying to schedule that trip for a few years. I thought it would be helpful to let your new classmates see you at home."

"Are you forgetting Vegeta? And the Three Terrors? Are you trying to get everyone to hate us?"

"Vegeta has promised to behave and I'm sure you two will have the Terrors under close surveillance."

"MIRAI! GOHAN! GRAVITY ROOM NOW! IT'S TIME FOR TRAINING!" The boys groaned.

"WE HAVE TO CHANGE FIRST!" Mirai hollered back.

"FIVE MINUTES!"

The boys took off full speed to their rooms and replaced their school clothes with their training gis. They ran straight to the gravity room, barely making Vegeta's time limit.

They entered the room to find Vegeta beside the controls with his arms crossed. "And the fun begins," Vegeta said with a smirk as he set the gravity to 500x Earth's gravity and turned it on.

Three hours later, all three Saiyans stumbled out looking beaten and bruised. They hobbled off toward the medical lab and began tending to their injuries. They weren't bad enough off to require the regeneration tank, but they were pretty bad.

When they finished with that, they headed off to the dining room for dinner. They sat down just as the cooking robot put the plates on the table. A new-found energy possessed the Saiyans when they saw the food. They began eating at an inhuman rate, shoveling in food as fast as they could get their hands on it. After dinner, the boys decided to go to bed a bit early.

A/N 2: Well, that's that, I hope it was better than the original and I hope you all enjoyed the story. Thanks for reading! Have a great day!