While we flew, I took a moment to close my eyes and take a deep breath of fresh morning air. My heart did a little dance at the thought of escaping the hectic household and attending school instead. Mom would never let me go two miles or more away from the house, so I was pretty much trapped inside every day, doing Dad's work around the house as well as my own.

"Hey, Nimbus, mind if you drop me off at that café?" I asked, pointing down below us. It was just a small café that sold nothing but breakfast beverages and foods all day. Even though, I still liked eating there –it brought back the good, warm memories of Dad.

Nothing came when I sat and waited for Nimbus to reply. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of rushing wind, I realized that Mom must've gave the Nimbus strict orders not to let me go anywhere but to school.

I chuckled. "Oh, come on, Nimbus. She won't know unless one of us tells. Plus, Goten ate all the food this morning and I'm starved!" I said, "We don't want the whole school to think my stomach growl is an earthquake."

No reply.

Pushing up the cuff of my sleeve, I checked the time on my watch. I still had 20 minutes before the first bell rang at the start of school. Part of me wanted to get to school right away, but part of me didn't. The part that didn't was my stomach, and a true Saiyan always listens to his gut, right?

I reached out and grabbed my book bag, slipped off the Nimbus, and started free-falling towards the Earth. The speed I was going at was not as fast as I could go, but fast enough to make my heart race faster. Wind ran through my hair and clothes and brought my book bag flying upwards. Skyscrapers, people, and vehicles began to come to focus.

There were silver tables and chairs dotted here and there, so I prepared for a quick, precise landing. With a light tap of both shoes to the ground, I landed. Behind me, vehicles of all sizes seemed to rush by. My ears picked up lots of honking and cursing from fellow drivers. Everything in the city was gray, gray, and gray. The buildings seemed to close in on you, closing you off from the rest of the world and filling you up with the smells of gas, smoke, and other things Mom said to stay away from. But then there was this small café.

Closing my eyes, I smelled the beautiful aroma coming from inside. Little did I know, as I took several steps forward, there was a girl walking in the opposite direction as me. We collided, sending her hot beverage in her hand to splash all over my vest and Orange Star High School badge.

"Sorry," she muttered, brushing herself off, "I didn't see you there."

"No! It's my fault!" I said as I shook my head. She was pretty short in height –about up to my chest. Her hair was dark and tied into two pigtails in the front. She had a very cute face that was both death-defying and beautiful at the same time, like a porcelain doll. The only thing out of place was her eyes. They seemed empty and cold and dead. Her pretty eyes weren't even directed at my face, her gaze was straight-forward and didn't seem to move at all. It felt like she couldn't see me.

"What are you staring at?" she snapped.

I realized I had been staring.

"Nothing! It was nothing!"

"If you're going to laugh, do it elsewhere." The girl tossed her hot chocolate aside, missing the trashcan completely.

"What do you mean?" I asked, turning my direction back at her.

"Oh please. Can it, kid. I don't want to hear anything," she said. Her voice cracked and her crystal blue eyes began to water, but she blinked quickly to hold them back.

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out.

"You're stupid! Everyone's stupid! I hate you all!" she screamed and she took off running. The girl in the white t-shirt pushed people aside and continued running until I couldn't see her anymore. I stood there, clueless of what to do next. Then something caught my eye.

"Huh? What's this?" I asked myself, looking at the spot where the girl once stood. Laying on the cement ground was a circular, flat object similar to the circumference of a baseball. Out of curiosity, I bent over and picked it up and flipped it over.

It was an exact replica of the OSHS badge I had pinned to my vest. I've heard that it was mandatory to wear this at school at all times –almost like a school uniform, yet compressed into a tiny badge. I smiled and tucked her badge into my pant pocket. At least now I know that she and I go to the same school. Something about that fact made my stomach turn into knots, but something else made me feel happy. Again, I checked my watch to see how much time I had left and I was shocked.

One minute before the second bell rings.

"No!" I cried out as I made a run for school. "No! No! No!"

My arms swung beside me as I barely avoided making contact with cars and people. There was no time to spare! I couldn't fly because it'd draw too much attention and Mom wouldn't want the press stalking us 24/7. Actually, the press would be the ones in danger because Mom with her frying pan is the worst monster in the history of monsters.

I made a sharp turn around the corner, my shoes drifting on the pavement and leaving a mark as well as a loud, annoying SQUEAK! Up ahead, I saw the massive building of Orange Star High School. A car turned into my path just when I was about to dash across the street, so I had no other choice than to jump. I heard the car swerve and crash into something. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the vehicle had knocked down the billboard of Hercule Satan.

Right when I stepped into the classroom, the bell rang and I sighed of relief. If I had been late on the first day of school, who knows how Mom would react. With one hand, I gripped the strap of my book bag and with the other, I slipped it into the pocket that had the girl's badge.

At the podium the teacher was standing at was another student.

That student was none other than the girl I had met earlier.