A Tale of Two (Ridiculous) Costumes
Author's Note: Yay, a crossover. I apologize for the shortness of the first chapter, and I promise that the subsequent ones will be longer.
Both the DBZ and SM universes are major AUs.
Disclaimer: 連一點都不是我的。
"Gohan! Get up now, young man!"
The Saiyan sat up in wide-eyed alarm before sighing in relief that his mother was not two feet away from his bed wielding the pan, but in a different room entirely.
Damn my sensitive hearing and these overly thin walls.
It had been a week since his mother had moved him and his brother from their quiet home in the wilderness to the small apartment in New York City. She claimed that she was doing it for Gohan's future; after all, where was a better place to get an education besides the most densely populated city in the United States? Gohan could tell that she had ulterior motives too, though. She wasn't half Saiyan like the boys, who required large, vacant areas to train, but a full human who, after so many years of living in the middle of nowhere, longed for contact with other humans aside from the few she knew through Goku. When the boys protested, she told them they could go train in the nearby Canadian wilderness.
Today, though, was his first day of high school.
"Gohan! I mean it!"
"Okay Mom," the teen replied, eager to get to the table, since the smell of breakfast was now wafting in from the kitchen.
He quickly showered and got ready, racing to the table to eat his fill, only to find that Goten had already eaten half of it.
He shoveled what he could in his mouth before Goten could eat anymore of his share, grabbed his lunch, and was promptly shooed out the door by his mother.
"Hurry up and don't be late! Don't be showing off any of your powers either! We want to try and fit in here. You want to go to a great university, don't you? I mean it: be discreet!"
"Okay, okay. I'll try my best." Jeez, she has huge lungs.
"You'd better! I love you, sweetie. Have a good first day!"
"Love you too, Mom."
Gohan soon found himself walking to school, which wasn't too far away. The aromas from the opening pizza joints, Jewish delis, and other eateries seemed to elongate the trek, however.
As he passed a bank just a couple blocks from the school, though, he was startled by several police cars screeching into the vicinity, also accompanied by a yellow jetcopter. A crowd soon formed, apparently eager to witness some action, and Gohan's eyes widened as a small-framed, dark-haired girl jumped out of the jetcopter and ran towards a group of armed thugs who were emerging from the bank.
The girl rammed into several thugs before they had a chance to react, disarming them, then executed a series of kicks and punches that sent them all to the ground. The police then scurried up to the bank to make the arrests.
Slack-jawed, Gohan watched the girl smirk and climb back into her jet copter.
Wow, her technique is excellent! Her ki level isn't too high, but I'll bet she might be able to give my mom a run for her money. Well, that is, if Mom isn't wielding the pan…
The crowd began to disperse, and soon Gohan was on his way to school again.
He stepped onto the campus rather shyly, relieved that no attention was directed towards him. It was, after all, a bit awkward since he'd never attended a school in his life.
While the other students were already sectioning off into groups and chatting with friends about their summer breaks, Gohan searched for the main office, since he hadn't been able to attend the registration a few weeks before.
The confused expression on his face must have been obvious, as he was soon after approached by another student.
"Hey, you look lost," the brown-haired, bespectacled boy mentioned, catching Gohan's attention.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Gohan thought while nodding and returning him a nervous smile.
"So where are you trying to get to?" the boy continued, now smiling. It wasn't a terribly confident smile, but it was friendly nonetheless.
"The main office, if you wouldn't mind helping me find it."
The slightly shorter boy gave a light chuckle.
"In that case, you might have found it on your own pretty quickly – it's right around this corner."
He let the boy lead him less than twenty feet, and he was then suddenly standing in front of the office.
"Oh. Heh," Gohan gave a small laugh at his mistake before turning back to his new friend. "Hey, thanks for the help."
"No problem – "
"Hey Pete! Over here!"
The boy turned around, then waved to a taller boy with dark, curly hair a ways down the hall.
"See you around," he said, turning back to Gohan for a moment before setting off down the hall.
Gohan nodded, then opened the office door.
"Name," the woman behind the desk croaked.
"Gohan Son, ma'am," he replied.
After a moment of painfully slow typing, she printed out his schedule and handed it to him.
"Welcome to Midtown High School, Mr. Son."
End note: Onwards to the next chapter.