Disclaimer: I don't owe Dbz, just pretty much nothing.
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A Passing Glance
" So have you seen the new kid?" asked Videl's best friend, Erasa.
" Nope, and why should I care." replied Videl absent mindedly
" Well, I heard he was...
"Attention Student it appears that today we have a new student." Said the Teacher "Great another punk to teach. (Why do I always get the punks
every time this damn school get a new student. Hell he probably cheated on his test because there's no way a person can have scores like this.")
While the teacher was talking about his perfect score on all the entry exam/test, Gohan's eyes wandered the classroom until it fell upon the face of
a girl. She was pretty tall, with long raven hair, tied in two ponytails. Her wide eyes were a deep azure, her face one of immaculate beauty. Her
form, graceful, yet strong, like a fighter's.
He saw her stare back at him, and their eyes locked. He felt as if they were locked in a room ,and someone threw away the key.Their look was
like when two lovers or deadly enemies met unexpectedly when each had been thinking of something else. She didn't back down though, and
kept on plastering her eyes on him all the way until he reached her row.
" Hi, I'm Son Gohan. I can just tell by your demeaner that you're a fighter, may I ask what is your name?" Gohan said
with a strong, confident voice. After three of four seconds of being in a complete, silent, and dumbstuck stupor, she responded. " Videl Satan,"
she replied holding her hand for him to shake.
Gohan settled into his seat after a quick nod. (Hmmm, by the way that she stared at me I could tell that I've been in her mind ever since I stepped
into this classroom, just as she was in mine.)
His Saiyan instinct told him all he needed to know. ("She my mate, she going to be the one necessity that I will need all my life, that won't be
seperated from me even in death. The one reason to keep on living. I need to seize her and let her seize me, and to hold on forever, until my eyes
burn out and drop, until my flesh fall off in sheds, and until my bones unhinge and scattered over the fields of death.)
I got a lot of things from Annie Dillard's Teaching a Stone to Talk