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Author's Notes: This is a side-fic I've been working on when taking a break from my three current on-going GT Trunks series. This one features more of Gohan and Goten and is set a short time after the GT series.

Satan City, late afternoon

A shiny red sportscar weaved in and out of traffic, its tires squeeling through each turn as the tires strained to hold the car on the ground through the speedy turns. Only after clipping a couple of parked cars did a cloaked shadow hover above, assessing the situation. The police were having difficulty pursuing the speeder due to the care they were taking in avoiding innocent cars in an accident. The caped observer watched the car nearly splat a pedestrian's poodle before finally spurring into action. With speed greater than a diving falcon, the costumed crusader descended near the car, grabbed it from behind, and lifted it into the skies above. The driver and his passenger just hung their heads out the windows with mouths agape in stupified shock. After bringing the car to a rest atop a building, the revived hero of Satan City struck a pose and spoke.

"I'm the hater of injustice, the defender of the right, the---"

Suddenly the speech and poses were interrupted by the ringing of a phone. The two guys in the car looked at their cell phones. It wasn't theirs ringing. Moments later the caped hero realized it was his own.

"Hello? Oh, hi! Yeah. Yeah. I'll be there dear. Don't worry. Seven sharp. No problem! Yeah. See ya later then. Bye."

As the mighty hero put away his cell phone, he returned his attention back to the stunned speeders.

"Hmm...now where was I? Oh well. I'll just start over. I'M THE HATER OF INJUSTICE, THE DEFENDER OF RIGHT, THE SUPPORTER OF GOODWILL...I AM THE GREEEEEAAAAT SAIYAMAN!"

The two occupants of the car just stared dumbfoundedly unsure as to what stupidity led them to experience the Great Saiyaman's entrance spiel first-hand.

The passenger nudged the driver and whispered. "Hey, is it just me or is the Great Saiyaman's posing getting worse rather than better?"

"Must be age getting to him eh? He HAS been around a while y'know and he's lifting all that heavy stuff."

"QUIET! I'm in charge here!" the Great Saiyaman yelled in annoyance at being ignored. He then prepared his lecture. "Speeding is a crime and is dangerous to innocent people. You could be hurting women and children as well as abusing animals. Don't do it again, understand?"

The speeders had nothing better to do than nod.

"Good. You can have your car back if you can figure out how to get it down from here. Have a nice day!" Great Saiyaman said as he waved and launched into the air.

As he was flying back towards his intended destination, he spied some pretty ladies and immediately became fascinated in them. They waved from below. He turned his head back and waved back. Not watching where he was going, he smacked into the hood of an airlimo that was unable to turn fast enough to avoid the collision.

"HEY! Watch where you're flyin' that thin....hey wait...I know this car." the Great Saiyaman muttered while still intimately pasted to the airlimo's front end. Slowly, he made his way to the side, past the driver and tried to look into the passenger window. Sure enough, the occupant rolled down the window to see what all the commotion was about. As he stuck his head out to take a look around, his nose smacked into the helmet of the Great Saiyaman.

"Oh man, not that ugly outfit again. Haven't you had enough of that thing Goha...wait...oh no way..."

Before the young president of Capsule Corp could finish, the Great Saiyaman spoke.

"Hiya Trunks! What're you doing in Satan City? Oh wait, some kind of business thing right? Heheh, funny how I smacked into your company car like that. Small world eh?"

"Gooootteeeen! You're such an idiot."

"SSSSSHHHHhhhh! I'm the GREAT SAIYAMAN! Nobody's supposed to know. See, that's why I wear this helmet."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Oh geez. Why me?"

"Huh?"

"I was talking to myself Goten."

"GREAT SAIYAMAN, not Goten!"

"You just said it yourself."

"Trunks, stop playing games with me. I'm getting confused."

"You can't get confused. You were already lost at birth."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

Trunks sighed. "Look, I have to get back to Western Capital City. If I don't show up for that Board meeting, my mom is going to enjoy letting my dad use me as a punching bag. I'd like to keep mom on my side, not dad's."

"Your life is so dull buddy."

"I'd take it over yours anyday pal." Trunks chuckled as he waved then rolled up the window leaving Goten to ponder why Trunks would want a boring desk job over the action-packed adventures of crime fighting. He shrugged it off, however, when his stomach interrupted his thoughts with a loud growl. "Hmm...I'm STARVING!!!" Goten yelled to the clouds as he peeled off and headed for home.

He arrived quickly enough, transformed out of costume, and charged into the kitchen. "Mom, I'm STARVING."

ChiChi, ever present in the kitchen, gave her son a stern gaze. "Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, not before."

"But I'm reeeeeeaaaallly starving mom. I think I'm gonna die!"

ChiChi shrugged, unaffected by her son's desperate plea. She's seen this tactic all too often with her late husband. *Like father, like son. I'm sure glad my dear Gohan never picked up this trait.* she thought as she stirred the pot of stew brewing on the stovetop.

Not getting the hoped-for response from his mother, Goten began sifting through cupboards looking for something to munch on. As he opened a cabinet door near his mother, ChiChi thwacked his hand with the hot, wooden spoon.

"STAY OUT OF THE CUPBOARDS. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!" she growled.

Goten immediately backed away and cowered submissively out of instinct. His mother was NOT someone you anger purposely.

"But mom, I have a date tonight! I can't wait much longer!"

"If you're hungry, you'll wait." ChiChi muttered.

Goten whined before an idea flashed into his head.

"I'll be back. I'm gonna see if brother's home."

"You shouldn't bother him. He's likely busy with some important research."

"But I'm his brother. He likes my company." Goten said and without waiting for his mother's reply, exited the house through the back door off the kitchen. Just a few short steps away was his brother's home. With a quick knock, he let himself in. Gohan rarely locked the doors. Why would he? There's nobody there but his family, his mother, and Goten.

Goten entered and announced his presence. Videl peered from the kitchen. Goten inhaled. It was exactly what he had suspected, Videl was cooking too. With an innocent grin, he greeted his brother's wife and entered the kitchen.

"Whatchya makin' Videl?"

"Slaw Snake Stew."

"Mmmmmm...sounds yummy. Could I have a taste?"

Videl eyed him suspiciously. "Let me guess, ChiChi isn't finished with her cooking, you're starving, and you're looking for something to survive on."

Goten gave her a goofy grin and scratched his head. She was as good if not better than his mother when it came to reading one's mind. "Okay, heheh, you got me. But, see, I have this really BIG date tonight and I still have to get ready, but I'm reeeeally starving."

"Why don't you get ready for you date while waiting for the food to be done? Oh wait, don't answer that Goten. I already know the answer."

"Eh?"

"Son family genetics."

"I don't follow Videl."

"That's okay Goten. You weren't expected to."

Goten was about to inquire when Gohan entered. He too was drawn to the strong essence of cooking food and was curious. If he played his deck right, perhaps his wife would give him some pre-dinner scraps. While he could refrain and not make a life or death issue out of being hungry, Gohan often showed that he was still his father's son.

Videl was ready for this however. But, she wasn't prepared to be outnumbered by two hungry, full grown half-saiyans. Luckily for her, her dear daughter showed up to even things out a little more. With two aggressive females in the kitchen now, the two demi-saiyans would think twice about ganging up. Both knew the power of females and they knew it was not wise to cross them, especially when one is cooking their food.

"Hi mom, dad, Uncle Goten. Heheh, hey, I just got off the phone with Bra. She said Trunks called saying that there was damage to the airlimo so their mom couldn't use it for later that night. He said the damage was due to the Great Saiyaman getting just a little too friendly with said airlimo. Know anything about it dad?"

Gohan spat the coffee he'd just poured and sipped. Videl eyed him curiously.

"The Great Saiyaman has been retired for many years now Pan."

"No dad. You were in Satan City today weren't you?"

"Pan, it wasn't me. Somebody is impersonating me or what used to be me."

"Bra said that Trunks said that it happened in mid-air. So this imposter can apparently fly with ki. Who else could it be? I mean, if you're trying to hide your identity again you don't have to hide it from your own daughter dad. I can keep a secret."

Goten coughed what sounded like 'bullshit' at that moment. Since Goten had revived the hero a month previously, he hadn't told anyone, not his brother, nor his mother about the identity of the Great Saiyaman being him. Videl had heard rumors, but shrugged them off. There had been so many movies about the Great Saiyaman that perhaps some people were stumbling across some movie scene being filmed.

Gohan looked at his younger brother with interest. Goten had always liked the Great Saiyaman identity and used to mimic him when he was a boy. The Great Saiyaman was Goten's idol through most of his growing years. Goten felt his brother's stare and knew that his too-intelligent-for-his-own-good brother was churning over some ideas about exactly who revived Satan City's superhero.

"What? Brother, please don't stare. It's rude."

Gohan's eyes narrowed at being accused of doing something 'rude.' Something bothered him about his lil' brother. Something didn't add up and everything smelled of the younger man knowing more than he let on. But, before he could ponder it further, his loving wife placed a plate of food in front of him. Immediately, all thoughts of the situation disappeared as Gohan opted to satisfy his saiyan hunger first.

Goten licked his lips in anticipation of a plate as well, but Pan stood in his way. "Go home and get your own uncle. It's bad enough mom has to slave over the stove to satisfy me and dad. You're even worse."

"And you're being disrespectful to your elders young lady." Goten replied, remembering something he had heard when he, himself was a child.

"You act younger than me sometimes uncle. How can I be disrespecting you?" Pan shot back as she pulled out her chair to the dinner table.

Goten wasn't sure how to reply so he ignored his niece. Instead he just waited for Videl's response to his question, which came soon enough.

"Goten, I'm sure your mother's dinner is nearly ready. If not, then return back here and I'll give you some dinner. BUT not until you've checked with her."

Goten groaned, but left peacefully. What was it going to take to get some food into his suffering body!? *Maybe I should just tell them that I am the Great Saiyaman. Maybe then they'd all have a little more respect for me. I bet Trunks never has to deal with this.* Goten thought while trudging back across the lawn.

And in Western Capital City...

"Mom, I'm home and I'm starved! I can never eat like I want to when at work! But make it fast please. I have to get to Colate Corporation in a couple hours for a meeting."

and down the hall of the Capsule Corp. residence...

"IS THE BLASTED MEAL DONE ALREADY!? A SAIYAN MUST EAT YOU KNOW!"

Anyway, back at Mt. Paozu...

Goten returned back through the kitchen. His mother looked at him with the knowledge that she knew all along.

"They didn't feed ya did they?"

Goten hung his head low. "No."

"Didn't I tell you to wait. Now just sit and wait patiently."

Goten did just that, but his eyes kept returning to the cookie jar which was seemingly returning his stare. Inside that glass bear was a bunch of homemade cookies. He knew this because his saiyan nose could sift out their smell from the myriad of aromas floating about in the kitchen at the moment.

ChiChi's sharp motherly instinct (or was it that she'd seen every kitchen maneuver thanks to Goku?) read Goten's intentions. "Goten dear, you don't need the cookies before dinner."

Goten choked in surprise. "Uh, but mother, I didn't..."

"You were going to. Like your father, once I've seen a maneuver, it will never work on me again."

"But I--"

"Just wait."

"Mother...."

"Wait."

Goten became annoyed. "Well, when I get married, my woman will NEVER make me wait for a meal. There will always be some kind of food available whenever I want it."

ChiChi chuckled. "Goten dear, you will find yourself out on the doorstep with the house locks changed if you ever try to pull that nonsense on a lady."

"Parisu wouldn't do that to me."

ChiChi thought for a moment. He might have her there. Parisu treated Goten like a god. She worshipped him and thought him the most intelligent and funnest guy she'd ever met. But, Parisu likely couldn't cook. Goten would be doing the cooking for himself, if he was learning anything by spending most of his time at home in the kitchen. Even Bulma had once told her that Trunks had learned several of her dishes when he was just a boy. He was always by her side looking for handouts, but ended up visually taking in steps necessary for food preparation. Yes indeed, momma's boys had the potential to be great husband material.

But as Bulma said, prying them out from under their mother's safe and nuturing wings isn't going to be easy. Trunks had little to no desire to become independent. He had everything he wanted right there at home. ChiChi knew Goten was at least making strides towards finding a mate. He was always dating and receiving calls from ladies. But, she'd already seen the power of having a momma's boy with her oldest son. In his late thirties, Gohan still lived right next door and was over everyday helping her out. Eventhough he had his own family, he had not ventured far from the wings of his mother. And here she had her youngest, in his late twenties and still living at home when most young men had already left the nest. Both mothers agreed however, that their sons both needed good swift kicks in the ass if they were going to see any "legal" grandchildren out of them.(Author's note: in Dragon Ball GT: When accidently grabbing lil Goku instead of Pan, the kidnappers thought he was Trunks' illegitimate child and still worth some ransom money from chairwoman, Bulma).

"Goten, grab a bowl. Dinner's--" ChiChi was unable to finish her sentence. Goten was already there with bowl in hand, awaiting his first serving.

After several helpings, Goten felt alive once again. His body's needs now shifted from hunger to tending to the matters of his upcoming date. And within an hour, he burst out of the house once again. One thing was for sure, this Great Saiyaman was more socially active than his predecessors.

to be continued.