ANOUNCEMENT: I'd just like you to know that this isn't a romance. Maybe you'll get a bit of a Gohan/ Videl moment or a little Goku/ Chichi Bulma/Vegeta; but I want this to have an overall dragon ball z feel. Okay?
Disclaimer: Hey, as much as I want Gohan to myself… I don't own dragon ball z, nor will I ever ;( but I do have a theory, I'll tell you next time;)
Chapter One
"Gohan Son, where are you off to this time?" Asked Gohan's English teacher Mrs. Ando.
"Umm, bathroom?" He asked sheepishly, smiling as he itched the back of his neck nervously in his adorable trademark gesture.
"Again?" she asked skeptically. Videl had just left; some villains were cooking up some trouble. It wouldn't have been so difficult to leave the class had it not been the third time today. All Gohan wanted to do was join the action. Ever since Buu, Gohan hated himself for being so useless. He hated how he put so many lives in danger. He hated how he let everyone down.
Seven years full of laziness was a very long time, and Gohan got used to his peaceful (and mundane) schedule. Gohan loved having peace for once, but ever since his dad came back he was just so… restless. It was like his dad brought out another side of him. Maybe it was because he felt the need to redeem himself. Maybe it was his saiyan instincts kicking in late.
"It's an emergency," he finally said, his face contorting into mock frustration. Mrs. Ando let go of her angry façade and finally let him go. With a deep breath, her eyebrows drooped back down to their natural positions and she pointed to the door. Gohan darted out and headed for the roof.
"Uh, uh, uh," he heard a voice from behind him.
"Oh, Videl, it's just you," Gohan said, actually worried that is cover was blown. The bathroom was on the other side of the school and Gohan wasn't the best liar! Videl gave him a tell-me-something-I-don't-know glare and walked closer to Gohan; her hips swaying with every movement.
"There's no need to go anywhere; I've already gotten everything taken care of!" She said mockingly.
His shoulders drooped and he looked like a lost puppy. "No fair, you said you'd let me handle these guys."
"Sorry Gohan, but I don't have time to wait for amateurs like you who need permission to save Satan City." She poked Gohan hard in the chest to the point where he actually felt it, smiled, and walked away with her hands on her hips. Gohan muttered something about "playing by the rules" and walked back to class, his shoulders still drooping in self-pity.
Just as he walked in, the bell rang, and marked the end of the school day.