Dangers Of Trick Or Treating

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A/N: I wrote this in response to a challenge, so I hope you guys like it. Please review and tell me what you think!

Chapter 1:

Gohan smiled, looking at everyone else on the street as he impatiently waited for Yamcha and Krillin to catch up.

He loved Halloween. It was the only time of year that he got to stay up real late AND have as much candy as he wanted.

Of course, to enjoy Halloween properly (and be allowed to stay up late) he had to go trick or treating. His mother hade ade it very clear that if he wasn’t going door to door for candy, then he wasn’t getting any.

Simple as that.

So, naturally, it was his life’s mission to go trick or treating no matter who took him.

Before this year, he had never had to worry because him mom had always taken him. But this year, she had decided that it would be better for both of them if she stayed at home.

Gohan had understood. It was difficult to go trick or treating with a saiyan who screamed bloody murder whenever he was denied his candy.

Which was why his mother had made two of the z-senshi chaperone him so that he wouldn’t have the chance to do anything he wasn’t supposed to.

Oh, yes, Gohan understood very well.

So, since he wasn’t allowed to humiliate anyone, namely his two chaperones, on this night of fun, he would load up on enough candy to give him energy over the next year.

After all, it did take a lot of energy to perfect one’s pranks.

Which was why Gohan was dragging his two Trick or Treat chaperones to EVERY single house on EVERY single street. No house was ignored, and if the lights were off, he stayed there until they turned back on and someone handed him the candy.

He may have been only eight, but he was persistent. It didn’t matter if he had to bite, plead, cry, scream, play nasty pranks, or pretend he was being kidnapped. He would get his candy.

Yamcha and Krillin, dressed as martial artists from previous tournaments, found this less than funny as they dragged themselves from house to house. They had trio coo convince the overexcited chibi to only go to a few streets at first, but obviously they hadn’t known the power of the Son stomach, because after a puppy dog look, a few not so subtle threats, and a bribe they’d given in faster than Goku when offered food.

So it was that they were in front of the very last house on the very last street after a LONG night of trick or treating.

Thank goodness.

They could only handle so much, being adults and all, and had agreed that if they were forced to walk beyond this street they would probably collapse, and let Gohan do whatever he wanted, no matter the consequences.

Which would be kind of awkward, since they were martial artists and all.

Well, not so awkward. Maybe if they hadn’t eaten the rest of last year’s Halloween candy in one sitting…

Gohan, bouncing up and down in an unusual show of childish excitement, sighed impatiently as his two chaperones dragged themselves up the walkway.

He wished they would get up here a little faster. If they didn’t he would miss out on all the good candy.

Of course, Gohan paid no attention to the fact that all the other children were clustered far away from the mad mini-demon that was hopping about as if he was about to cast a spell on them.

Or as if he had to pee.

Either way it was still scary.

“Come on, you guys! Hurry up! They’re gonna give all the good stuff away!” Gohan urged, his little antenna bouncing as he hopped from one foot to aer. er.

Krillin gave a weak smile as he dragged himself up the last step and flopped down upon the hard concrete. “Ah, that feels good,” he sighed, enjoying the feeling of not moving for the first time in two hours. “Easy Gohan,” he said, tilting his head slightly to look at the impatient chibi. “It’s still early. They usually don’t run out of the good candy until after nine, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah,” said Yamcha, plopping down beside his shorter counterpart, “It’s not even half past eight, so I’m sure they still have the good candy.”

Gohan raised an eyebrow. Right….The last time he’d fallen for that he had ended up with three things of toothpaste in his bag, which was completely and utterly wrong. He was a kid! He wasn’t supposed to use toothpaste unless his mother threatened him with death and no dessert.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, stopping his excited bouncing to glare at the backs of the kids who had finally gotten enough courage to make their way past the demon to the door.

Krillin and Yamcha both nodded eagerly. It wouldn’t do to disagree at this point, and if they could get Gohan to stay still for just a second they wouldn’t have to worry about ending up in the emergency room before morning.

Gohan frowned as he watched several more kids go up and get candy from the lady, who was throwing out the good stuff left and right.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, eyeing the two panting martial artists. “I’m going to go now.”

Their eyes widened. No! He couldn’t! Not when they could finally breathe again!

“Gohan,” said Yamcha seriously, deciding that maybe he should attempt to get some control. “Why don’t you wait a minute? I promise the lady won’t run out of candy.”

“Yeah,” said Krillin. “It won’t kill you to wait a minute, kiddo. Trust me.”

Gohan glowered as he processed what they were saying. They wanted him to wait!? Did they even know how long he had waited for this night!?? Halloween was the one night that he got to do whatever he wanted, and they wanted him to wait!?

Hen’t n’t think so.

Both Krillin and Yamcha paled as they noticed Gohan’s reaction. He was looking scary. Frightening, in fact. Floating two feet off of the ground, with his teeth bared, and his eyes changing from their normal onyx color to a demonic red, he looked exactly like the miniature version of Picco
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And they both knew what Piccolo could do to them.

“I want to go NOW!!” Gohan stated through gritted teeth.

They looked at each other and gulped. Maybe it would be better to let him do what he wanted. They could worry about dying from heart failure later.

“Oh…okay,” said Krillin, wondering if Piccolo had been giving Gohan secret lessons on how to scare the pants off people. If so, he had done a great job of teaching the chibi.

Gohan smiled, dropping back to the ground, his demonic attitude completely gone. “Great, let’s go!!” he said, skipping excitedly up the sidewalk while he ignored the moans and groans of his chaperones.

When Gohan reached the door he looked for the doorbell, but frowned when he didn’t find one. Oh, well. He could always knock on the door. It never hurt to get one’s hands dirty, after all.

He raised his hand and firmly rapped on the door three times.

Nothing.

He frowned in confusion. The lights were on, and a lady had come out a few seconds ago.

He tried again.

But still, nothing.

The chibi began to get angry. They had to have run out. That was the only reasoey wey wouldn’t answer the door, he was sure of it. Gohan growled to himself. If only those two hadn’t held him back, then he would have finished off the night with a bag completely full of good stuff.

He turned, intent on getting his revenge when the door opened.

Gohan faced the door, smile firmly plastered on his face. “Trick or treat!!” he chirped, in his brightest, happiest voice.

Naturally, he expected a bunch of candy to be dropped in the bag, but when none came he found himself looking up…and up…and up to the person who was refusing to hand over his candy.

Only, when he saw the person, he realized it wasn’t a person at all, it was a…a…GHOST!!!!

Gohan’s eyes widened, and then he immediately turned around, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and ran down the sidewalk to the street, screaming as he went. Candy or no candy, there was no way he was dealing with a ghost!

Krillin and Yamcha exchanged puzzled glances as they lookt bot both the chibi in the street and the person on the porch. What on earth was up with Gohan? It was only…

“Hi guys!! What’s Gohan doing out in the street?”

Bulma.

“I have no idea,” Krillin said, eyeing his friend curiously. “What are you doing here? And why are you covered in flour?”

Bulma blinked. “Well, I’m here because this is my home. Well, the back entrance to it anyway, and I’m covered in flour because I’m making cookies.”

“Oh,” said Yamcha. “Well, that explains it then.”

“I suppose so, but I wonder why Gohan ran away,” said Krillin, glancing back at the terrified eight year old.

Bulma shrugged. “Beats me. But while you guys are figuring that out, why don’t you gather him up and come inside? Everybody else is already here,” she said, and then turned around and went inside, causing Gohan to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

“Hey, Gohan!” called Yamcha, electing himself spokesperson. “Why don’t you come on over so we can go inside?” he asked, stepping forward a few steps so as to get closer to the chibi.

Gohan shook his head. “No! I’m not going anywhere near that ghost!!” he shouted, clutching his loot bag so hard, it looked as if the back might burst.

Both men looked at each. A ghost? There wasn’t a….oh….

Krillin chuckled. “Gohan, that wasn’t a ghost,” he said patiently, moving to stand next to Yamcha.

“It wasn’t,” Gohan asked, giving them a puzzled look, as he clutched his bag tighter.

“No,” said Yamcha, laughing slightly. “It was just Bulma, covered in flour.”

Gohan blinked. Bulma? Flour?

“Oh,” he said, and then his eyes rolintointo the back of his head, and he fainted.

Both Krillin and Yamcha winced as his body hit the ground. Ouch. That had to hurt.

They looked at each other, starting a staring contest over who would carry him inside. Finally, Krillin looked away and sighed.

“I’ll carry him,” he said, and then leaned over and picked the child up while Yamcha retrieved the bag.

“I can’t believe he’s afraid of ghosts,” Yamcha said, looking at the boy.

“I know,” Krillen cled.led.

They both glanced at each other, and then burst out laughing.

Guess Halloween could be fun for adults after all.


End of Chapter 1! Please review and tell me what you think!!