"That JERK!" Gohme screamed at the tv in front of her.
"What's wrong, sis?" Gohan asked worredly.
"That god damned glory stealer is on tv again! Grr, why I oughta show him one!" She placed her fore finger and middle finger together on her forehead and closed her eyes in concentration.
"Hey wait!" Gohan yelled and pushed up from his study desk. Gohme stopped and looked at him. "You can't just go out into the middle of ten thousand people like that. What if you're recognised?!"
"Oh please Gohan, who's going to recognise me except that stupid, fat glory stealer?" Gohme groweled and shook her fist out in front of her. Gohan sighed and rubbed the back of his head with his hand.
"That doesn't matter. If anyone recognises you from the Cell Games something might happen. I'm not sure what, but it wont be good." Following in her brother's actions, Gohme sighed and drooped her shoulders.
"I guess you're right, but if that jerk shows his ugly face anywhere near me I'm going blast it so hard that not even father can stop me." The girl grumbeled to herself and walked into the kitchen. Gohan sighed; he understood that his sister was mad at how that stupid afro man took all the credit for himself, but it didn't really bother him. He was just upset that she wasn't recognised for stopping Cell from blowing up the Earth.
As the young adolescent stood there in thought, he was disrupted by his father looking back behind him.
"Urm, what's wrong with your sister, Gohan? She didn't look all too happy there."
Gohan just pointed to the tv. Goku followed his son's gesture and looked at the tv screen. "Oh hey, it's Mr. Satan." Goku grinned. He didn't really care that the wannabe, afro man took all the glory, he just thought it was funny to laugh at his outragous poses; kinda reminded him of the Ginyu Froce.
"That's exactly her problem." Gohan mumbeled. Goku, finally seeming to get the message, just "ohh"'d and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, I've just remembered, I was supposed to come in here and tell you and Gohme that ChiChi's getting yous into Orange Star High School."
Gohan gaped at his father. "What?!?! HIGH SCHOOL?! Noooo!" He cried in pity of himself. He didn't mind all the learning and stuff, it's just that the idea of trying to fit in with normal people was all too weird for him.
"Hey mom." Gohme grumbeled in sadness as she trapsed into the kitchen.
ChiChi smiled, obviously not taking notice of her daughters unhappy mood and put down the plate she was cleaning. "I have some news for you." She grinned in that motherly fashion of hers. Gohme recognised that same look from the time ChiChi had bought her and Gohan those huge masses of piles and piles of study books when they were 8; Gohan had obviously finished studying the whole lot, but Gohme got so tired of them she decided to avoid doing it by hiding all of her books in odd places around her room. Of course, ChiChi had not been to pleased when she caught Gohme in the back garden trying to destroy the books with Ki attacks and had been banned from fighting for a month.
'Psssh, not like I stayed in anyways.' She snickered to herself. "And what news would that be?" She panicked. "Please don't say you went and bought all those damned study books again!" Gohme cried out in anguish.
Her mother looked at her in dissapointed. "There will be no swearing in this house, Son Gohme, do you understand?" Just at that moment Gohan and Goku walked into the kitchen with curious looks on their faces.
"I never knew DAMN was a god forsaken swearword, did I?" Gohme looked back at her mother with equal ferociousness.
"Well if youd of studied more rather then going out and getting yourself half killed all of the time, then you would know!" ChiChi yelled in return. Goku and Gohan were petrified. If it had of been them that she was yelling at, they would never dare to shout back; ChiChi scared them more than any possible villian in the entire series could.
"Well it isn't my fault that I'd rather do good by saving the world than study those lame, boring books. You can't get a job when the worlds blown up and everyone's DEAD!" Gohme screamed. None of the men could ever understand the mind of a woman, they were all crazy, and hormonally challenged in their eyes.
"Hmph, well, you can leave that to your father. On the other hand, I've gone and put you and Gohan into a high school." Wow, her mood sure changed quick.
'Hah! I outsmarted my own mother for once...wait...HIGH SCHOOL?!?!' Gohme's jaw hit the ground "WHAT?!?! HIGH SCHOOL?!"
"Hey, that's just like how Gohan reacted." Goku grinned, obviously not noticing the look on his wife's face. Fortunatly for Goku, Gohan HAD noticed and was saving his father's face from danger of frying pan attack by dragging him upstairs to see Goten.
"There is no way in hell that I am going to High School! How can you expect me and Gohan to fit in with people who've probably never even heard the word "ki" before?!" Gohme wouldn't back down without her own opinion until she realised her mothers look.
"Then you can teach them or deal with it. I've already set up a meeting with the head teacher anyways and you're going whether you like it or not. My. Word. Is. Final!"
Gomhe sighed in frustration. Her mother just didn't understand, did she? When was she ever going to understand that people like them are too advanced for normal people people who have terribly weak power levels and think monsters like Cell can be beaten by the most weakest human alive. Even Krillen would have had more chance beating Cell if it had of been between himself and Mr. Satan. No offence to Krillen.
"Fine! When is this stupid meeting so I can get it over and done with?" Gomhe finally gave herself up. She was too stressed lately to bother with more of her mother's mouthy attitude.
"Urh! The things I do for you kids, and what do I get in return? A rude, stubborn attitude." ChiChi rambled to herself. "And it's tomorrow at noon. I want no complaint from you or you don't get fed whatsoever." After deciding that that was final, the Ox princess turned back to her drying and closed her eyes in a huff.
Gohme decided that she too couldn't really be bothered with her mother's huffyness and walked up the stairs to her room, passing a fearing Gohan on the way.
"Wow, you sure nearly put her in her place." He laughed nervously. After understanding the meaning of puberty for a woman, even though he shouldn't, he knew never to get on the bad side of his sister.
Gomhe smiled not bothering to fawn on the past, even though it was only like 5 seconds ago, and looked her brother in the eyes. "Who's up for some ice cream?"
"Wow sis! I can't believe you stood up to mum!" Yelled Gomhe's younger, more energetic brother name Goten. He was bouncing around like mad after eating the biggest ice cream sunday/banana split on the ice cream menu more than 8 times; Gohme lost count when she decided to start counting how many her dad had ate.
"Ehehe.." Gomhe laughed nervously. She didn't think it was that much of a deal until they decided to bring Trunks and Bulma along. Obviously Vegeta was too good for these kind of things.
"Yeah. Even I wouldn't of thought of anyone other than myself standing up to her. She may be your mother, but she has one heck of a loud voice." Bulma laughed. Goten grinned and started jumping up and down with his equally energetic friend Trunks, who was on a sugar high after dragging them to a sweet store right across from the ice cream shop; it scared Bulma how the children hadn't thrown up yet, and when she says children, she means Goku as well.
"It's not so great you know. Anyways, since me and Gohan have to suffer with meeting our doom tomorrow, I've decided that I'm going to hide from that damned mother of mine by staying up at Kami's lookout with Piccolo for the whole day. It's the only place I can go without my mother finding me and end up dragging me to the meeting herself." Goku looked at his only daughter unsure. The whole idea of high school may have been bad, but if it's what ChiChi wanted, then maybe they should just accept their doom.
"Oh come on you guys, school can't be that bad. You could even meet new friends." Goku tried to reassure; he had always been the opitmistic one.
"Out of all people, I thought you would have understood the most. People like them don't know anything about us. How can I go the entire day without atleast firing one ki blast. Sure, I may sound like a pyromaniac but it's still who I am and I'm not letting anything change that!"
Gomhe groweled to herself, curse her father and his bribary of tonnes of chocolate afterwards. He should know how much she loves the chocolatey goodness of Galaxy or maybe even Dairy Milk.
Gohme, Gohan, ChiChi, and Goku were sat in the waiting room just outside the head teachers office. Each persons mood different to the other. Gohan sat there in deep thought. Gohme sat there in a huff. ChiChi sat there in anxiousness. And finally, Goku sat there in a relaxed, content mood. Curse his optimism.
"Miss Son and Mr Son, the head teacher would like to see you and your parents now." A plump lady called as she stood waitingly at the door of the head teacher's office. They each perked up and ChiChi was first to arise, having a huge smile on her face and not letting her children's grumpy moods get to her.
"Now come on you two, you as well Goku." ChiChi spoke as they each finally stood up. Walking into the office, Gohme's mood changed dramatically. Even she became nervous as she noticed the strange change in scenery. The office was large, filled with shelves and filing cabnets. In the middle stood a large, dark oak desk. It was filled with piles of papers and books, and stationary laydent in different pots.
"Hello there and welcome to Orange Star High School..."
Let's skip the horrible torture for Gohme's sake
"Thank you Mr. Pearmain." ChiChi thanked while shaking the tall man's hand. He smiled sincerely and looked over to the twins.
"I hope to you two will get settled in soon with our establishment and make a lot of new friends."
Gohme looked away with her arms crossed; she still wasn't satisfied even though he had tried his very best to list off all of the good things about going to his high school.
'Psshh, I shoulda ditched when I had the chance.' She thought.
'Whether you'd have went up to Kami's lookout or not, mum would have made dad go up and get you anyways.'
Gohme nearly fell over. She looked over to her brother to see him trying not to burst out laughing. Damn! She'd forgot that they could read each others minds.
Glaring at him, she respoded in her mind: 'Get outta my head, you nerd!!'
Gohan opened his mouth in surprise. A nerd? HE was a NERD?! Oh how he would get payback on her ass if it was the last thing he would do....Hey wait, Gohan's just been OOC-ing!
'I OOC-d?!'
Gohme looked at him in confusion. While the twin's silent conversation went on, they didn't notice the looks they were receiving from the other people in the room.
"Are they always like this?" Mr. Pearmain tried to conclude. He was scared incase it freaked out his students.
"Oh don't worry sir, they're only like this when Gohan somehow manages to freak out his sister." How Goku knew this, we will never know.
The head teacher shared a confused look with his assisstant and decided to change the subject. "Urm, how about they start on Monday and come by the office to pick up their time tables." Mr. Pearmain finally reasoned. The look on ChiChi's face was bright and cheerful; wow, Goku never thought she actually thought of this as something so serious.
As Gohan and Gohme carried on their silent argument they were finally stopped short as Goku ruffled both of their heads. Gohan smiled and chuckled while Gohme, deciding to surprise her father, grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder into the wall. She grinned proudly and ran past him out of the door.
"Oh no you don't! Get back here!" Goku yelled as he ran after his half Saiyan daughter.
"Urh, I'll...urhhh...go stop them!" Gohan ditched his mother and ran straight out of the door, not wanting to be the one she ranted at for her husband and daughter's childish behaviour. The woman shook her fist in rage and looked back to the scared school staff.
"I'm very sorry for that. And thank you Mr. Pearmain, you'll see them on monday morning." ChiChi walked out of the room, leaving behind a very scared Head teacher and his twitching, fat assisstant.
"Maybe letting them into this school wont be as good as you think, sir."
