Title: Tails and Tapes
Chapter: 1
Rated: PG
By: firegirl
I suddenly had an idea and I couldn't help but write
it. I hope this turns out okay...
Standard disclaimer applies for the whole story.
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Gohan silently yawned as his teacher, Mr. Saki
explained that he wasn't going to teach what was on
the schedule today. They were to watch a video for the
rest of the period.
"Those of you who are looking forward the
Tournament might enjoy it. It is compacted tape from
various tournaments. I expect for all of you to pay
attention. This is a substitution from your regular
history work. I will be giving a quiz based on the tape
tomorrow. You don't need to know many names, so don't
worry about them; you'll only have to know the ones
that appear often. I clipped and put this tape together
myself, you won't find another one around." Mr. Saki
grinned slyly and the class groaned. That meant they
actually had to watch the tape. Who knew which years
were in it?
Gohan sighed as he forced his eyes onto the
television at the front of the room. He was feeling a
little off, but he couldn't put his finger on what was
wrong. It was a sense of foreboding, something was
going to happen.
The teacher whistled softly as he pushed the
tape into the VCR. The screen flickered and a title
appeared on screen. A bunch of images flashed across
the screen. They were of crowds, booths, the ring, food
and then few people.
A picture of Goku appeared on the screen,
followed by one of him at an older age and then the one
with both of Gohan's parents in a fighting stance.
Gohan abruptly stood up as he realized what he saw.
"Mom?! Dad?!" everyone turned to gape at him and
he turned red when he realized what he had just done.
He sat and slid as far down in his chair as possible.
"Well Gohan, since you seem to know at least one
of the fighters that this tape concentrates on, I
expect a full report on his life. I want you to
interview your father for punishment of that outburst
you just had." Gohan sat back up and looked at him.
Mr. Saki instantly regretted his choice of punishment
as he saw pure sorrow on the young man's face. No one
could act *that* well, and especially not Gohan.
"I'm sorry sir, but that isn't possible." Gohan
was barely audible and he appeared to be struggling
with his words. "My father died several years back."
Videl nearly cried when she heard the pain in
his voice. She too knew what it was like to lose a
parent. She had lost her mother and she would be
forever changed because of it. Maybe she had more in
common with Gohan than she originally thought.
"I'm sorry to hear that. He was actually one of
my favorite martial artists."
'I never knew my dad had a fan club.'
"You will write a 500 word essay on why your not
supposed to yell in class instead." Sharpener muffled
his laughter as Gohan dropped his head onto the table.
The assignment would be easy enough to complete, he
just hoped his mom didn't get wind of this incident.
Gohan glanced up at the screen once more and
then quickly back down again as a wave of guilt flowed
over his heart. It was a slight pressure deep within
that caused his eyes to well up with tears. Against his
valiant attempts to keep them at bay, one rebel managed
to slip through the gates as it slid down his smooth
cheek. If he didn't leave soon, the floodgates would be
released.
The demi-Sayain abruptly stood up, causing his
chair to scrape against the floor. Ignoring Erasa's
concerned look he walked down the steps to the front of
the room, his eyes trained on the tiles below his feet.
He was just about to cross in front of the TV
when his eyes snapped up, but it was too late. He was
only able to prepare himself a little as a fist made
contact with his face. He felt himself fly backwards,
shock clearly etched on his face as his body penetrated
the wall before he could come to a complete stop in mid
air outside of the building.
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Don't kill me because of short chapters... Please?
www.geocities.com/japan_firegirl/index.html
Chapter: 1
Rated: PG
By: firegirl
I suddenly had an idea and I couldn't help but write
it. I hope this turns out okay...
Standard disclaimer applies for the whole story.
------------
Gohan silently yawned as his teacher, Mr. Saki
explained that he wasn't going to teach what was on
the schedule today. They were to watch a video for the
rest of the period.
"Those of you who are looking forward the
Tournament might enjoy it. It is compacted tape from
various tournaments. I expect for all of you to pay
attention. This is a substitution from your regular
history work. I will be giving a quiz based on the tape
tomorrow. You don't need to know many names, so don't
worry about them; you'll only have to know the ones
that appear often. I clipped and put this tape together
myself, you won't find another one around." Mr. Saki
grinned slyly and the class groaned. That meant they
actually had to watch the tape. Who knew which years
were in it?
Gohan sighed as he forced his eyes onto the
television at the front of the room. He was feeling a
little off, but he couldn't put his finger on what was
wrong. It was a sense of foreboding, something was
going to happen.
The teacher whistled softly as he pushed the
tape into the VCR. The screen flickered and a title
appeared on screen. A bunch of images flashed across
the screen. They were of crowds, booths, the ring, food
and then few people.
A picture of Goku appeared on the screen,
followed by one of him at an older age and then the one
with both of Gohan's parents in a fighting stance.
Gohan abruptly stood up as he realized what he saw.
"Mom?! Dad?!" everyone turned to gape at him and
he turned red when he realized what he had just done.
He sat and slid as far down in his chair as possible.
"Well Gohan, since you seem to know at least one
of the fighters that this tape concentrates on, I
expect a full report on his life. I want you to
interview your father for punishment of that outburst
you just had." Gohan sat back up and looked at him.
Mr. Saki instantly regretted his choice of punishment
as he saw pure sorrow on the young man's face. No one
could act *that* well, and especially not Gohan.
"I'm sorry sir, but that isn't possible." Gohan
was barely audible and he appeared to be struggling
with his words. "My father died several years back."
Videl nearly cried when she heard the pain in
his voice. She too knew what it was like to lose a
parent. She had lost her mother and she would be
forever changed because of it. Maybe she had more in
common with Gohan than she originally thought.
"I'm sorry to hear that. He was actually one of
my favorite martial artists."
'I never knew my dad had a fan club.'
"You will write a 500 word essay on why your not
supposed to yell in class instead." Sharpener muffled
his laughter as Gohan dropped his head onto the table.
The assignment would be easy enough to complete, he
just hoped his mom didn't get wind of this incident.
Gohan glanced up at the screen once more and
then quickly back down again as a wave of guilt flowed
over his heart. It was a slight pressure deep within
that caused his eyes to well up with tears. Against his
valiant attempts to keep them at bay, one rebel managed
to slip through the gates as it slid down his smooth
cheek. If he didn't leave soon, the floodgates would be
released.
The demi-Sayain abruptly stood up, causing his
chair to scrape against the floor. Ignoring Erasa's
concerned look he walked down the steps to the front of
the room, his eyes trained on the tiles below his feet.
He was just about to cross in front of the TV
when his eyes snapped up, but it was too late. He was
only able to prepare himself a little as a fist made
contact with his face. He felt himself fly backwards,
shock clearly etched on his face as his body penetrated
the wall before he could come to a complete stop in mid
air outside of the building.
------------
Don't kill me because of short chapters... Please?
www.geocities.com/japan_firegirl/index.html