This is my first oneshot, so I hope I've got it right! Please read and review. I might write more like this- the whole one shot thing if I got it right :P- but I need to know if it's any good first. It's a little weird, and I wasn't exactly sure how to describe it in the summary. I think it's kind of funny, but you can be the judge of that. Kami only knows how screwed up my sense of humour- or lack-there-of - really is. So, without further ado, enjoy!

Title: Foresight

By: YukiraKing

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters.

"So, Mr. Son, can you tell me why you're here?"

He knew. I could see it in his eyes. He just wanted to hear me say it. Wanted to be sure I knew what it was I'd been trying to do. How serious it had been. How I now owed Videl my life. Of course, none of it was true. Sure Videl had caught me up on the rooftop after school let out. But she jumped to conclusions.

I guess- to her- attempted suicide would have been the most obvious explanation as to why someone would try to jump off the roof of a six story building, just because said person was embarrassed.

Okay. So maybe I should tell you my side of the story now. The story of how my surreal life got me landed in a shrink's office, talking about my nonexistent attempt at killing myself. As if jumping- or falling- off of a six story building would even leave a scratch, let alone kill me. Back to the story; it all started out like any other day...

"Big Brother! You have to wake up now 'cause mom says she'll take the frying pan to your head if you're late for school again this week!"

Not your ideal wake up call, but it works. After years of being smacked around by a frying pan, you'd think I'd be used to it, but I'm not. It seems like that frying pan is the only thing that Saiyans can't gain enough power to overcome.

I shuddered, and bolted to the bathroom so fast that my mother was only able to see a blur.

I guess I should get something straight before I get too far into this tale. I'm not completely human, I'm only half-human. The other half of my genetic make-up is Saiyan. Saiyans are aliens that are nearing extinction, that came from a now destroyed planet called Vegeta, light years away from Earth. So, this inhuman speed is natural for me. Not that mom will let me tell anyone. She's bent on having me be normal, and making normal- and human- friends, hence me going to school in the first place.

After a record breaking fast shower, I kept the very fast pace for my breakfast. My appetite is a side effect of my Saiyan blood. Saiyans have a much higher metabolism than humans do. Which means that the lunch my mom packed me was one I would consider small- though the kids at school thought my lunches were rather large. I wouldn't dream of ever telling mom that though. She would gladly starve her son if it meant he could be normal, and make normal friends. Oh, and you can't forget the amazing educational opportunities! Yeah, right. She seems to think that high school will make me a better scholar. I haven't told her that Orange Star's curriculum is made up of stuff I learned when I was a child. I have my reasons though! One, I'm terrified that my mother would start teaching me again, and that was an absolutely horrible thought, and two, I kind of like it at Orange Star, despite my judgmental nickname of 'Nerd-boy' and the fact that nobody thinks I can lift anything heavier than our textbooks. But that's fine with me. I'm actually sick of people looking at me like I'm the most powerful being on the planet- which after my defeat of Cell seven years ago, I kind of am. And with my training these past seven years, I've only gotten stronger. But my classmates don't know this.

It seems I'm always being judged. It was one extreme or the other. My brain or my brawn, never for who I was. Only one person has gone out of her way to try and learn anything about me- her name is Videl Satan.

She follows me whenever she can- whenever I let her anyway- and is always asking questions. Oddly enough, instead of finding her annoying, I see her as intriguing and I let my walls come down, allowing her glimpses of the real me.

I know it's dangerous to allow such things to happen. If she found out too much, I could become the next scientific breakthrough. You know how those scientists like to poke and prod at anything- or anyone- until they understand how they're made or how they work? Well I can tell you this: I will not be the next test dummy. But I can't help myself from letting Videl see.

I want her to know me as much as I want to know her. She is the closest thing to a normal friend I have- even if I sometimes optimistically think we could be something more. But when thinking with a logical mind, I can't help but doubt that that would ever happen. I mean, she is the famous daughter of the world's hero, Hercule Satan after all. Please. How can I romantically involve myself with the daughter of a lying wimp? Okay, maybe wimp is too harsh. He was the only normal human (besides those doorknobs he calls students) to even show up to fight at the Cell Games. Yes, he was defeated by Cell merely swatting at him as though her were a fly. But showing up should count for something right?

I can't bring myself to tell her that her father's been lying to the world- to her- about the results of the Cell Games, you know, about how he claims to be the one to do it- with a single karate chop no less- and stole the credit from an eleven year old child.

But I'd be lying if I didn't admit my real, more humiliating reason I know I will never actually ask Videl out. Videl doesn't date. Period. She doesn't even look at guys for longer than it takes to glare at them. I know she's straight though. Erasa- Videl's best friend- sat down for a heart to heart one lunch period- at which time I was conveniently in a tree not six metres away, where my Saiyan ears could pick up everything- to discuss Videl's sexual preferences. It took all I had that day to not fall out of the tree laughing at some of Videl's answers.

But yes, I Gohan Son, the boy who took on Saiyan warriors at the age of five, traveled to far off planets where I took on an evil overlord and his minions, fought against evil androids and took down a man-made grasshopper-like tyrant, was afraid of being rejected my a human girl.

I choke back a humorless laugh, scaring the passing birds. Flying to school is the fastest way for me to make the five hundred mile trip. But since people aren't accustomed to flying humans, I have to settle for second best- flying Nimbus. Nimbus is a cloud my father was given as a child, before he found out he was an alien and before he learned to fly on his own. Needless to say, the cloud was very relaxing and gave a pretty smooth ride. So I let my thoughts wander until we arrived at school.

I get to school- as always... Or almost always- just as the bell rings. Bursting through the door, I apologize to the teacher for my lateness. He just smiles and sends me to my seat. It is really amazing how much I get away with just because of my perfect scores on every test they give me.

"Late again, eh Nerd-boy?" Sharpener's annoying voice calls. That is not how I would prefer to start an incredibly long and tedious school day. But Sharpener greets me the same way every morning.

"Uh, yeah," I say, pretending to be both nervous and out of breath. Apparently, most nerds can't run across the school football field without breaking a sweat- making me have to pull of an act everyday. He buys my poor acting and smiles a smug smile. He thinks he has me right where he wants me. He doesn't know that I could knock him down without even laying a finger on him.

When my seat mates turn to face the teacher again, I smile a knowing smile. Ah, the thrill of the inside joke. Everyone thinks they've got me pegged, while I'm stringing them in a web of cleverly made lies. I bite back a chuckle before starting the charade of making notes. The day passes slowly as I relearn stuff my mother taught me when I was eight.

I sit alone at lunch again, as usual. Videl has taken to sitting with me once a week- sometimes even bringing Erasa along- to try and get some answers from me. Answers that I give all too willingly. But I do manage to disguise them in a cryptic way, and use big words (the kind only nerds would know) in case anyone else should hear. Being the clever, resourceful girl she is, she always understands what I tell her. It is one of the things that I admire about her. There are too many things I like about her that I wouldn't even be able to list them out. I could try, but then you'd be here for hours.

Anyway, the day was a typical boring, somewhat lonely day. Up until the final bell rang.

Usually, I'm the first one out the door, which I'm sure confuses some people. I do after all sit in the very back row in the classroom, and I'm a 'nerd'. Nerds like classes and are usually the last to leave. Not really being the nerd everyone claims me to be, I couldn't care less about staying after class.

But that day, I did.

Something kept me from leaving as I do every day. A gut feeling, like something bad was going to happen. If not to me, then to one of my classmates.

One of the more popular male students- you know, the handsome, strong, athletic types- made his way up to the back row. At first, I figured he was planning on using me as his new target for 'practice', which for his own good, I'd have to subtly weasel my way out of. But he passed right by me, and stopped two seats over.

At Videl.

I don't really remember what was going through my head at that point, but I know it wasn't much. I didn't know whether he was there to fight her (guys periodically did that to try and prove their strength) or to attempt to woo her. But I didn't want to miss her reaction. Call it self-preservation if you want, but I was ready to deck him if he even attempted to ask her out.

But I was Nerd-boy. How would I justify that punch? I would send him flying right through the wall, an impossibility that I would need to explain. But I didn't care.

And when he finally did ask her out, the only thing holding me in place was the contemplating look on Videl's face. Those five seconds felt like an eternity. I know to some people, this might seem extreme. But I have to tell you that Saiyans mate for life. Being Half-Saiyan, I had those same instincts. If Videl was the right girl, I didn't want some punk coming in and stealing her away before I'd had the chance. That's what I told myself anywhere.

I know I actually winced when she opened her mouth to speak.

I winced!

"No," Videl said plainly before gathering her books.

I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling my tensed up muscles relaxing. I hadn't even realized that I'd tensed up, ready for the kill. I never knew that a single two letter word could make all the difference in the world.

I was too relieved, however, to notice that both Erasa and Sharpener had yet to leave our row, let alone the classroom. It was Sharpener's snort that brought me back. I looked from one to the other with wide eyes.

Erasa was grinning like only a fool could, and Sharpener was giving me a smirk. A smirk I'd know anywhere. It meant he was going to make my life a living hell. It was the first time I'd ever seen that smirk on the face of an everyday human though, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

His eyes slid from me to the student and Videl, who I noticed were also giving me strange looks. The student looked at me as though I were stupid, and Videl merely raised her eyebrow in an unvoiced question.

That's when I knew what Sharpener was going to do.

"So Nerd-boy, glad to see that Paper is still on the market eh?" he said, referring to the student. "I didn't know you sung that way."

"I don't," I said coldly, glaring him down like only a Saiyan could. Whenever we're in a pinch, we can always intimidate our opponents.

"Don't be silly, Sharpener," Erasa giggled, "he was probably just worried that Videl would say yes. It's really obvious that he likes her."

"No, I don't," I said quickly. Maybe too quickly, since nobody seemed to believe me. Foolishly, my face lit up bright red lit a Christmas tree, chasing away any chance I had at denying that statement.

So, like any good warrior that knows when they can't win, I hightailed it out of there to think up a new strategy that would help me win this fight. But, now that I think about it, running away might not have been the best strategy. It made it look like I was embarrassed at Erasa's comment. And that would have been true. Her statement was too. But that didn't mean I had to show it. Well, you know what they say: hindsight is 20/20, while foresight is blind.

So, I was running. Up of course. Everyone always goes up. But then again, most people don't possess the ability to fly like I do. So they get trapped. Plus, it's easier to go unnoticed while flying if you start in the sky rather than the ground.

I was on the roof, getting ready to jump over the edge. I'd felt someone coming up the stairs behind me, and I didn't have enough time to call out for Nimbus, or else I'd be discovered, so I settled for flying as fast as I can- you know, so no human would really have the time to see what was flying over their heads.

One thing I didn't take into account, was my follower's speed.

Just as I was about tot jump into the air for takeoff, the door to the roof burst open, and none other than Videl rushes through it.

"Gohan, no!" she screamed at me, almost making me lose my balance.

"Don't what?" I asked, semi-confused.

"Killing yourself is stupid," she said angrily, her eyes narrowing dangerously into a glare that would make any Saiyan proud. "Especially over this."

"I'm not killing myself," I said, shifting uncomfortably under her glare.

"Then just what were you doing? Going parachuting without the parachute?"

"No," I said lamely. I could see now why mom was so paranoid about me being caught flying. Without knowing it was even possible, this could seem like suspicious behaviour.

"Tell me the truth, Gohan," she demanded.

I sighed. This is what I get for wanting her to know the real me.

"I was going to fly home," I said truthfully.

"Where? Huh? To the house of the Lord? This is dangerous, Gohan. Come away from the edge. We can work this out together. You just need to give me a chance," she said tentatively taking a step forward, as though I'd throw myself over the edge if she got closer.

"Really, Videl," I tried again. "I was just going to fly home. You see, I'm an alien- well half-alien anyway- and one of the abilities I get from that is the ability to fly. Sure that whole situation was somewhat embarrassing, but it's not something I'd kill myself over."

"Yeah," Videl said softly. "Just come away from the edge, and we'll go get you some help, okay?"

I sighed and walked towards her, and way from the edge. I realize now that those weren't the best words to use to explain the situation. At the time however, I was sticking to them like glue. Even when she called to get me some 'help'. Instead of convincing her that what I was doing was perfectly normal, I made her think I was mentally insane.

I've been sitting with this shrink for three hours now, and I still can't come up with a reason that a normal human- one that wasn't ware of the things secretly going on around them- would believe for the way I acted. It's no wonder that all of us Z-fighters (my lest-than-normal friends and I) prefer solitude and isolation over big city life.

I'm tempted to just tell him my whole life story, just to see if he'd buy it, but then I'd get locked up in a mental hospital for sure. It was too surreal to be even remotely believable.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that foresight is blind, and I've really got to stop relying on it. It's really got me into a jam this time.