The Change Chapter 1

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'Why am I doing this to myself? Why should I try to hide who I am? I have given so much to this planet; I should be able to be me! So I will be who I am.' Onyx eyes snapped open as the decision was made. Son Gohan, 18 year old genius student of Orange Star High, Sayian warrior and student of the Demon King, will no longer hide from the world under the guise of normality. Monday morning was going to be very interesting.

-Monday morning-

Students chatted away, no cares in the world beyond what happened over the weekend and what was going to happen in the next weekend. Suddenly, all conversation stops and everyone's attention became fixed at the doorway where a tall figure stood. The figure walked into the room, unaware of the attention paid by the occupants, and walked up the stairs to an empty chair beside a group of three that were just as entranced with its appearance as the others.

"Morning," the figure said. Everyone's jaw dropped. THIS was Son Gohan, the transfer nerd? Gohan was wearing a purple fighting gi with a strange symbol on the front instead of his seemingly standard red pants, white shirt, and black vest. Finally, one of the girls near him, a girl named Satan Videl, managed to form a response.

"Gohan! Is that actually you? You look... different." Gohan laughed. If only these poor humans knew how different he really was...

"This is how I usually look. Well, mostly. This is a nicer gi than I usually train in," Gohan said, looking down at the symbol on his gi. "I decided that I wasn't going to conform to the concept that the masses placed on me on my first day. This is who I am." Another of the students, a burly blonde named Sharpner, Gohan interrupted him with a question.

"Whose symbol is that? I know that it isn't Hercule's or one of the traditional schools." Gohan laughed at the thought of wearing the symbol of Hercule. Sharpner began getting mad at Gohan's laughter and took a swing at him. To his surprise, the punch was stopped well before its intended target and he was looking into a pair of black eyes that seemed to stare through his soul.

"I would not advise attempting such a move again. I may not be so lenient next time." Gohan said, glaring into Sharpner's eyes. "I was ready to answer your question, as well as my laughter, before you decided that attacking me would be suitable. The symbol on my front represents the Turtle School, where my father trained. The..." Videl interrupted him.

"The Turtle School? The last people known to train there were Krillin and Son Goku!" Her mouth dropped open at her realization. "Son Goku is your father!"

"Yeah... Why? I know he won a championship before I was born, but that was nearly twenty years ago..." Videl's eyes bugged out of her head.

"Why? Because they were the youngest competitors to ever reach the semi-finals of the World Tournament and Son Goku was the youngest to ever win!"

"Oh right. Forgot about that. I'm just kind of used to him just being... Dad. Anyway, the front symbol is his. The symbol on the back is from my personal symbol. My first and primary master's symbol is on the accessory to this gi, since it is unique to that school." Yet another student, this time a blonde girl named Erasa, interrupted him.

"Ooooo! What's the accessory? Can you put it on? Please?" Gohan sighed and nodded, pulling a capsule out of a pouch on his sash. He clicked the capsule and tossed it a short way away from the group around him. A plume of smoke appeared and just as quickly dispersed to reveal a set of what looked like shoulder pads wrapped in cloth. Sharpner went over to the strange-looking accessory and tried to pick it up off the ground. He strained against the cloth, pulling as hard as he could, but it wouldn't budge. Gohan walked to the accessory and reached around Sharpner to grab it, lifting it with ease. He swung it over his shoulders, cloth loosening out and falling into a cape, fastening it together at the base of his throat. Standing there, he cut an impressive figure. Close to 7 feet tall, cape flapping in a non-existent breeze, muscles in full prominence and his spiked black hair completed the image of a warrior of old.

Every girl in the room looked at Gohan with hearts in their eyes, including one Satan Videl. She was the first to shake it off, however. She circled around to his back, looking at the symbol that adorned the back of it. Something was familiar about the symbol, but she couldn't place it. "Gohan, what's the symbol on the back? It looks really familiar..." Gohan looked over his shoulder and grinned at her.

"That's my primary sensei's symbol. It's the Demon School. My sensei was Piccolo Daimao Jr." Gohan grinned at the memory of his sensei and their training sessions. Videl and the other martial art enthusiasts were taken aback by the name of his sensei.

"You m-m-m-mean that your primary sensei is the Demon King himself," Videl stuttered out. Gohan laughed at the expression on her face.

"Yeah. My first lesson was literally to stop crying. My second lesson involved my body flying at a mountain. Well, it was more like a plateau."

A voice was heard faintly, hardly a whisper, "NERD!"

"Then I got to live in the plains. By myself. For 6 months. Not a thing but the clothes on my back and a sword. I actually kind of miss it at times…" Gohan looked up to see his audience, including the forgotten teacher, enraptured by his story. Everyone seemed horrified about his 'training'. Gohan shrugged. "I ended up enjoying it. My master is one of my closest friends and remains a great mentor. Anyway, enough about me. I think we should start class now." The teacher blinked and shook his head.

"Yes, yes. Well, our class is going to have a very special treat for a couple weeks. We have been invited to both Capsule Corporation and the home of our world's Savior, Satan Hercule!" The entire class broke out into cheers, save for two people. Videl slumped back into her seat, grumbling to herself about her idiotic father. The other, Gohan, slammed his head down on the table while mentally cursing Briefs Bulma and her husband Vegeta. "Class, class, settle down! Now, these packets have all of your information and permission slips. The trip is in one week, so I need these slips back by the end of the week." Then class continued as usual, except there was a feeling of excitement over the announcement. Gohan did not feel that excitement. He knew that it was going to be a very long, and very stressful, two weeks coming ahead.

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