AUTHOR'S NOTE-
I'M BACK! I'M FINALLY BACK!
Yes, I know. I KNOW it's been five years since I updated this fic, and most people have probably long since assumed it's been abandoned along with my other works, but I swear to God that was never my intention here. The truth is I lost access to this account a while back and only just recently got it back, and the hot minute I figured out how to log in again I immediately turned my sight back to this fic to clean it up and start updating once more. Again, I am SO SORRY for the unintended hiatus, and I appreciate that so many people liked this idea enough to leave so many thoughtful and lovely reviews regardless of the long wait, but I swear I fully intend to finish this fic now that I'm able to access it once more.
My other stories for this account will go on hiatus for a little while until this story's finished, after which I'll try and go back and polish all of them up as well. Until then, Teacher's Pet will be my biggest focus because it's not going to be nearly as drawn out as the other fics, and honestly it's the plot bunny that's stuck with me the hardest even after all these years. So for now, Teacher's Pet is priority #1 and everything else is gonna be on hiatus until I can either remember what the hell was happening with all of them since I've long since lost all my notes and overviews for these stories, or I can go through and make new ones. I appreciate the continued patience of fans of those stories, and promise I'll try and get to them ASAP. Until then, please have as much fun reading this fic as I had writing it.
Class Begins
Today was the day.
Gohan couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited. Even his half-hearted attempt at meditation couldn't help him control his wayward emotions, a fact that would earn him the ire of his Namekian mentor should the surly warrior ever find out. Fortunately though, the chances of Piccolo ever discovering his student's transgressions were low.
His mother, on the other hand…
"Gohan? What on earth did you do to my living room?" Son Chi-chi demanded, half convinced she was still asleep and the sight before her was just a strange dream.
"Sorry," Gohan responded sheepishly. "I couldn't sleep."
"And so you decided that four in the morning was the perfect time to remove all our furniture?" Chi-chi asked, too tired and confused to be honestly angry at her eldest son.
"…I was trying to clean?" Gohan lied weakly, forcing a smile as he waited nervously to see if his mother bought it. Chi-chi responded with a long-suffering sigh and a look that cut her superhuman son to the bone.
"What did you break this time?" she asked flatly.
"The couch," Gohan answered quickly, shrinking back a little to protect himself from his mother's wrath, "and the coffee table a little too, but I think I can fix that. And I'll replace the couch mom, promise!"
Chi-chi merely shook her head in response.
"I'm going to go get breakfast started," she said. "Go wake your brother. And try not to break anything else before you leave."
"Yes, Ma'am," Gohan agreed before sagging in relief as Chi-chi walked past him and into the kitchen. He could barely believe his good luck at having gotten away without being punished, though his heart was still racing from the stress of the confrontation. Dodging bullets was nowhere near as deadly or as stressful as tip-toeing around Son Chi-chi's lethal temper.
He just hoped his mother's rare forgiving mood lasted.
Following a familiar path down the hall to the room he shared with his little brother, Gohan smiled softly when he opened the door and found that Goten had rolled off of his futon at some point after his own restlessness got the better of him. The youngest half-saiyan was now sprawled half on the floor and half on Gohan's own bedroll, with one foot occasionally kicking out at some unseen foe.
Kid doesn't know how to keep still, even when he's sleeping. Gohan thought with a chuckle as he silently made his way to his kid brother's side to shake him awake.
"Goten? Goten, it's time to get up," Gohan said, causing his brother to groan in protest.
"Dun'wanna..." Goten responded with a groggy pout, turning to escape the hand that was trying to rouse him, "guh'way."
"Aww come on. Don't be like that now," Gohan said with a warm laugh. "Don't you want to hang out a little before I have to leave?"
Years of deeply ingrained battle instincts were the only thing that kept Gohan's jaw from having what would've been a very painful collision with Goten's head as the younger half-saiyan sprung out of bed at that, wide-awake and visibly upset.
"You're leaving already?" Goten asked, blinking out the window in confusion. "But the sun's not even up yet! You never had to go to school this early before!"
"High school's different then college, Goten," Gohan said with a bemused grin, "besides, I'm a teacher now, not a student. I need to get there early and have everything prepared before my first class starts."
"But that's not fair!" Goten complained with a pout.
"Hey now, don't be upset. I have to go in earlier, but I'll be done sooner too. We can hang out when I get home at three."
"Three?!" Goten parroted, looking crestfallen. "But that's forever from now!"
"It's not that long. Just keep busy and help Mom, and I promise I'll be back before you know it, Goten," Gohan told his brother with a smile. "But we only have a little time if you wanna hang out before I leave. Mom's already started making breakfast."
"Can we spar?" Goten asked, a hopeful look on his face. Chi-chi had a strict rule that neither of her sons were allowed to do any kind of training until after they had finished their schoolwork for the day (or, more specifically, after Gohan finished helping Goten through his studies) but if Gohan was going to be away for most of the day, then Goten saw no harm in bending that rule and doing the fun kind of studying before the boring kind.
"Sure. Lemme get my gi on and I'll meet you out front," Gohan agreed. It was pushing it, to risk annoying his mother this early in the day. Especially after he'd already made such a mess out of the living room that morning and hadn't been punished over it. But despite the risks Gohan didn't have the heart to disappoint his little brother.
Cheering loudly in triumph, Goten sprang off the floor and practically rocketed out the room. Gohan shook his head in amusement as he peeled off his pajamas and grabbed the indigo gi he had received from Piccolo from the depths of his closet. A wave of nostalgia passed over him as his hands dragged across the familiar texture of the Namekian cloth, so unlike anything they had on Earth.
Despite the looming threat of danger and Piccolo's often unforgiving training methods, Gohan still looked back at his year alone with the Namekian with nothing but fondness. True, Piccolo was a harsh taskmaster, but never once did he ask Gohan to do something the half-saiyan wasn't capable of accomplishing even if Gohan himself hadn't believed it at the time. And many of the lessons he imparted were as useful off the battlefield as they were in a fight. It was Piccolo who had stressed independence and courage. He taught Gohan the importance of staying calm and thinking on your feet. And through it all Piccolo never mocked Gohan's fears, but instead showed the young half-saiyan that they were unfounded. That Gohan was stronger than he thought.
Stronger then he ever dreamed he could be.
It was Piccolo's influence that inspired Gohan into the career path he had chosen for himself, despite his mother's initial misgivings. As his teacher, Piccolo had changed Gohan's life for the better, in so many ways. And Gohan knew that if he could help just one person as much Piccolo had helped him, then he really would be the hero that his family and friends already thought he was.
"Big Bro-THERRR!" Goten whined from the window, breaking the older half-saiyan from his musings, "are you comin' or what?!"
"Just a second!" Gohan called back, pulling on the gi and tying his belt around his waist in a quick, experienced motion. After slipping on his shoes, Gohan grabbed his wristbands and headed out the door to join his impatient little brother outside, tugging them over his hands as he walked. Goten grinned ear to ear as Gohan approached him, practically vibrating with excitement. Had he been born with a tail like his brother or father, he'd probably be wagging it.
"About time!" He said as he began to stretch. "Your bestest student's ready for today's lesson, Mr. Son!"
"Oh is he now?" Gohan said with a laugh as he fell into his favorite defensive position, not bothering to correct his brother's bad grammar even though Chi-chi would disapprove. He thought Goten's childish speaking habits were cute, honestly. "Alright then, class is now in session, young grasshopper!" Goten giggled at that before leaping forward with superhuman speed, fist cocked back to deliver a devastating punch. Gohan grinned to himself as he brought up his arm to block it before diving in for an attack of his own.
Time to teach his brother a thing or two about fighting.
CrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapCRAAAAAAAAP.
He was an idiot.
There was no other word for it. He was a complete and total moron who was going to be late for his first day on a new job, all because he'd lost track of time while hanging out with his little brother, joking and playing after breakfast instead of preparing for his new responsibility.
Rocketing through the air at speeds that would kill an ordinary man, Gohan mentally berated himself for his folly. He hadn't even had time to change from his gi and into proper clothes before he left, instead stuffing his intended outfit into a briefcase and hoping that he'd have a minute to change after he made it to the school. All the while his mother gave him a reproachful look from the doorway that made Gohan feel that much worse before she shook her head with fond exasperation and wished him luck on his way out the door.
I haven't even started yet, and I'm already at risk of getting myself fired, Gohan thought miserably as he flew. Just once, he wished that the universe would give him a break. Considering how many times he helped save the world, was that really too much to ask for?
BANG! BANG BANG!
Freezing at the sound of gunfire, Gohan glanced down, eyes zeroing in on a bank. Though he was too far to make out anything distinct, the all too familiar sound of panicked screams made it clear that something nefarious was happening within its walls.
Well, at least that answers my question, Gohan thought dryly as he glanced around the street below. The police weren't around yet, and probably wouldn't be there for another few minutes. By then, anything could happen to the innocent civilians in the bank with the crooks.
With a forlorn sigh, Gohan resigned himself to his sad fate. There was no way he could just fly away and leave everyone in danger, after all. But even though he wanted to handle the situation before someone got hurt, he definitely did NOT want any attention for his fighting prowess. His family had lived with a tenuous, hard earned peace ever since the Cell Games, and he definitely didn't want it disrupted any time soon.
With that in mind, Gohan quickly powered up to Super Saiyan, hoping that the physical changes would be enough to disguise his true identity. If it worked for the superheroes in those cartoons that Goten and Trunks watched, then maybe it would work for him too, right? Once transformed, the teen floated down to the street and fearlessly entered the bank.
Where he came face-to-face with an assault rifle.
"Don't move!" The bank robber pointing the gun at Gohan snarled from behind his black ski mask. "Put your hands up where I can see them!" Gohan frowned, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy.
"Which one?" He asked.
"What?" the man said, taken aback at Gohan's completely lack of fear.
"Do you want me to not move, or do you want my hands in the air? Because putting my hands in the air would be moving, which means I can do one or the other but not both. You have to be clearer about things like that if you want people to listen to you," Gohan lectured while the thief reddened with fury. Irritated, the man stabbed the barrel of his gun into Gohan's chest in a threatening manner when it became clear that the teen was not going to cooperate.
"Think you're smart, do ya kid?!" He snarled. "You wanna see how clever you are after I blow a hole through you?"
Gohan didn't bother responding to that.
Instead, he used the opportunity to look around the bank and assess the situation. The battle instincts he inherited from his saiyan biology and honed under Piccolo's eye reignited in the adrenalin-high atmosphere, which made it much easier for the half-saiyan to quickly collect information.
Four robbers, including my new friend here. All wearing ski masks. Gohan noted as his eyes swept over the place. None of them are anything special as far as their ki goes, so the only real threat is their guns. Easy enough I guess. Might even make it to my meeting on time after all. Two of the four thieves were clearing out the money while another watched the hostages. Gohan assumed the charming man holding him at gunpoint was probably supposed to be watching for the cops while the others worked.
Being so early on a Monday morning there were blessedly few hostages, but the small group of bank employees and patrons huddled together in the middle of the room looked terrified, and Gohan felt his heart go out to them. He might've been hardened by years of fighting, but that didn't mean he didn't still vividly remember how it felt to be in a dangerous situation where you didn't know if you were going to live or die.
Fortunately for them, Gohan intended to get every one of them out of this alive.
"I'm not gonna repeat myself again, blondie!" The thief Gohan was making friends with snapped, pressing his weapon deeper into the half-saiyan's flesh. "Get your hands up NOW!" Sighing in annoyance, Gohan carefully set down the briefcase that had his suit and lesson plans before he brought his hands up.
Which he then used to wrap around the barrel of the gun, bending it back like it was made out of putty.
Stunned, the robber's jaw dropped as his eyes widened comically at the sight of his now mangled weapon. This gave Gohan ample opportunity to sweep the man's legs out from underneath him before delivering an open palm blow to the man's forehead, careful to only knock him out and not cause any permanent injury or death.
This was as far as the element of surprise got the young warrior before the other three robbers noticed the commotion he was making.
Moving quickly, Gohan set out to tackle the next course of action; getting the hostages out of harm's way. Faster than the eye could blink, the experienced fighter set himself upon the thief who was guarding the innocent civilians, easily catching the man off guard with an elbow to the face that probably broke his nose and cost him a few teeth. Probably a little more violent than was absolutely necessary, but the sight of someone threatening innocent lives always made Gohan burn with anger.
After the second robber went down, the remaining two began to panic, dropping their ill-gotten money and bringing up their guns to try and stop the young hero. Several hostages screamed and ducked as the weapons were leveled at Gohan, but the Super Saiyan himself remained unbothered by the danger.
As the ammo began to tear through the air, Gohan used his blinding speed to catch the projectiles before they could make contact, taking special care to grab the ones that strayed a little to far from their intended target and nearly ended up in one of the hostages.
Soon enough, the guns were both empty, and the last two robbers were left staring at the boy who was supposed to be riddled with holes in confusion. Which quickly transformed into horror when Gohan opened his hands and let their bullets drop harmlessly to the floor. Trembling with terror, one of the thieves stumbled back a few steps, dropping his gun to the floor as he stared at Gohan like he was death incarnate. The other apparently chose to go down fighting, bellowing loudly as he charged at Gohan with his rifle raised above his head, apparently intending to club the half-saiyan down.
Gohan barely had to touch the guy to send him flying over his friend. He hit the wall hard and fell back to the ground unconscious, leaving only one terrified thief left to deal with. Impassively, Gohan started forward to restrain the last robber, only to pause and watch in surprise as the man's eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted to the floor with a dull thud.
Well that was easy, Gohan thought dryly as he gathered the four men together and used some of the velvet rope meant to guide people through the bank lines to tie them all together until the police arrived.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Gohan nearly jumped out of his skin at the unexpected yell. Turning to the source, Gohan blinked in surprise to find that a freckled boy about Goten's age had broken free of the other hostages and approached the half saiyan with a wide grin of admiration, "you took all those guys out like it was nothing! Man, that was sooo cool! It was like BAM! WACK! POW!"
"Jeremy!" A woman who was most likely the boy's mother protested, scurrying over to the boy's side and glancing at the teen who had saved them with a mixture of caution and hope.
"So what's your name?" the kid asked eagerly. He was sort of cute, in a hyperactive way that reminded Gohan of a certain pair of mischievous young alf saiyans, but his question made Gohan swallow a nervous lump that suddenly formed in his throat. He definitely didn't want to reveal his real name, but he didn't want to disappoint his new fan, either. He always had a soft spot for kids…
"Um… I'm…" before Gohan could think of an alias to use, the screech of tires drew everyone's attention outside in time to see a white van rocket past the bank. Great. A get-away driver. "…I'd better go take care of that. It was nice meeting you, Jeremy." And, before anyone could stop him, Gohan was out the door and after the escaping car, grabbing his briefcase on his way out the door.
The van hadn't even reached the end of the street before Gohan caught up with it. Looking it over, Gohan noticed it was a Capsule Car. A 673. Practically a relic.
And fortunately for Gohan, It was a relic with rear-wheel drive.
Catching the back of the van with his free hand, Gohan easily lifted the rear half of the vehicle into the air to the astonishment of the loiterers who were watching. After a minute of holding the car aloft, the tires stopped spinning uselessly as the driver's side door swung open and the fifth robber jumped out and took off in a run.
Dropping the van, Gohan used his speed to cut in front of the guy, who ran into him full force and fell to the cement from the impact.
After shaking off the daze from the crash, the robber looked up to see what he'd hit, eyes widening in shock and realization before transforming into terror. Gohan sighed internally at the look. While he didn't like people who hurt others, picking on those who were so much weaker than him left a sour taste in his mouth. With that in mind, the young half-saiyan crouched down, earning a flinch from the thief.
"This is going to end one of two ways," Gohan told the man, his tone calm and commanding, "the first way is that you choose to fight me or try and run away. If you saw what happened to your friends back there, you probably have a good idea about how that will end.
"The second is that you turn yourself in and wait for the police. You confess to what you and your buddies back there tried to do, serve your time, and once you get out you find a legal job to support yourself and give up on trying to commit any more crimes. You do that, and you will never see me ever again. Step out of line, and I promise you and I will see each other a lot sooner then you'd probably like," with that, Gohan smiled at the man. A friendly enough expression, but to the robber it looked eerily like a shark's grin. "So the question now is which of those outcomes sounds better to you?"
"Th-the second," the robber answered almost without hesitation.
"Good man," Gohan said approvingly, grabbing him by the upper arm to help him to his feet. Walking the thief back to the bank, Gohan sat the stunned man down on one of the steps leading into the building. "Wait here until the police arrive. And remember, I'll know if you try and run, and you won't like what follows." Eyes wide, the man nodded to assure Gohan that he understood. Satisfied that he'd scared the man straight, Gohan utilized his superhuman speed to leave the crime scene before the bystanders could recover from their shock and try and approach him, or the police arrived and things got awkward. With any luck, maybe he could still get to his meeting with the principal in time to salvage this career as a teacher.
As the half-saiyan flew to Orange Star High School he was completely oblivious to the street below, where a small, dark haired girl was running as fast as she could to the bank he'd just left.
Gohan's hands were shaking as he straightened his tie, taking in his appearance in the bathroom mirror once more to make sure he looked alright. It was probably ironic that he could walk into a bank robbery and face down guns and crooks without being phased even once, and yet the idea of screwing up his first day on the job left him a sweating mess, but Gohan wasn't really in the mood to find any humor in the situation.
I just hope I didn't get myself fired before I even get the chance to teach. Gohan thought glumly before picking up his briefcase- which now held his gi instead of his dress clothes- and heading out the door and towards the principal's office.
Entering the office, Gohan smiled sheepishly at the secretary as she looked up. He opened his mouth to try and come up with an excuse for his tardiness, but before he could even begin the woman stood up and made her way around her desk to greet him.
"Oh, you must be Son Gohan!" she said warmly, holding out her hand to shake. "My goodness! They told me you'd be young, but they didn't mention how handsome you are! My name is Mrs. Belle. I'm Principal Stern's secretary."
"It's nice to meet you, Ma'am." Gohan said politely as he accepted the woman's hand.
"I know you're supposed to have a meeting with Principal Stern before you start, but I'm afraid he's been detained for a while. He just called to let me know you would be stopping in and told me to send you straight to Room 310 when you arrived."
"Is he alright?" Gohan asked with obvious concern. The Principal of Orange Star High School hadn't seemed like the type to be late when he met him for his initial job interview.
"Oh he's fine," Mrs. Belle said before lowering her voice in a conspiratorial manner. "His wife and son got caught up in a robbery at Satan City Bank a while ago. Don't worry, they're alright now too. Apparently, some strange boy showed up and caught the robbers. He's just going down there now to be with them, since his wife's a little shaken up after the experience."
"I… see…" Gohan said, a little unnerved that information of his heroics had already spread so quickly. The half-saiyan anxiously clutched his Briefcase closer, making a mental note to hide the gi inside somewhere safe the first chance he got before someone caught sight of it and linked him to the fight. It's probably a good thing I changed after I got here…
"At any rate, Mr. Chawak is already waiting for you in Room 310. He'll be shadowing you for your first week to see how you handle your classes. I know that probably seems a little unusual, but…"
"…But I'm not the usual teacher," Gohan finished for Mrs. Belle, grinning at her sheepish smile. "Don't worry. I'm grateful to be given this opportunity, and I promise that I'll do my absolute best, Ma'am."
"Well I'll definitely be rooting for you, sweetheart," Mrs. Belle said with a laugh. "Let me know if any of those kids give you a hard time, and I'll straighten them out for you, alright?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Gohan grinned, shaking hands with the woman again before he left the office. Walking down the empty halls, Gohan started making his way to where his classroom was supposed to be when loud cursing suddenly drew his attention to his right.
Running at him full speed down the hall was a teenaged girl wearing a baggy white shirt and black biker shorts. Her black hair was tied low into loose pigtails with gold bands, and her blue eyes flashed with alarm as she raced through the halls straight towards Gohan. She spotted the half-saiyan a few seconds too late and tried to come to a stop, only for her shoes to slide uselessly against the floor, unable to find any traction. The tall teen cringed in sympathy when the girl crashed into his side, gently catching her by the arm before she wound up on the floor.
"Are you alright?" he asked, checking her over for injury. He hadn't felt anything from her blow, but Krillin had complained before that running into the tall teen when Gohan wasn't expecting it had nearly given the older warrior whiplash. If someone of Krillin's calibur could suffer that sort of injury from such a simple collision, he didn't want to imagine how badly he could accidentally hurt someone who didn't have that sort of training.
"Yeah," the girl responded, though she rubbed her shoulder where it had impacted with Gohan's chest. "You came out of nowhere, you know. I couldn't stop in time."
"Sorry. I'll be sure to warn you that I'm coming next time you decide to run through the halls," Gohan replied with a pointed, bemused look at the girl, who's cheeks went dark in response.
"Hey lay off," she said irritably. "There's a new teacher starting today, and I didn't want to make a bad first impression by charging in during the middle of class."
"Duly noted," Gohan responded, biting back a laugh as the girl rolled her eyes before walking away with an annoyed huff. Her irritation grew when she noticed that Gohan was following after her.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" She snapped.
"I'm new," Gohan said cheerfully. "I'm looking for Room 310." Gohan grinned widely to himself as the girl groaned in defeat upon hearing that. She seemed a little grouchy, but it was actually kinda funny.
"Ugh, figures..." She groaned. "Alright, just follow me. You're lucky that I'm already on my way there. I usually don't babysit new kids, you know."
"Thanks for making an exception," Gohan responded, feeling more and more amused with every passing moment.
"Yeah, yeah," the girl sighed, rolling her eyes as she led him up the stairs, "just don't think this makes us friends or something, alright? And you're gonna wanna ditch the prom wear and briefcase fast, new boy. No self respecting guy comes to school looking like that. People are gonna mistake you for a teacher or something."
"I'll keep that in mind," Gohan said, though not without some struggle. Restraint, Gohan. Show some restraint. It's not polite to start laughing at someone who's trying to help you. The rest of their walk up the stairs was done without conversation. Before long, the blue-eyed girl had led Gohan through the halls to stop in front of Room 310.
"Well, here we are," the girl said unenthusiastically before knocking on the classroom's door. After a moment's pause the door opened to reveal an elderly man with white hair and round glasses dressed in khaki pants and a sweater vest. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Chawak," the girl apologized, handing the man a note, "there was a bank robbery this morning." Gohan frowned curiously at that. He hadn't noticed the girl among the hostages at the bank that morning, so how on Earth could an incident like that affect her.
"That's quite alright, Miss Videl," Mr. Chawak said as he took the note from the girl before his eyes passed over her to the taller teen at her side, "and you are?"
"Son Gohan, sir," Gohan answered, offering a hand to the older teacher, who's eyes widened at the introduction.
"Oh!" Mr. Chawak said, straightening up. "Oh, of course!" Puzzled, Videl looked between the two in an attempt to figure out what could have warranted that sort of reaction from her teacher, "please go in and take your seat, Miss Videl." Mr. Chawak urged the girl, though most of his attention still seemed to be on his young colleague. Videl didn't look too happy at the dismissal, but obeyed nonetheless.
As soon as she was in the classroom, Mr. Chawak stepped out into the hall and closed the door, accepting the hand Gohan had offered.
"It's wonderful to finally meet you, my dear boy. I've read about all the things you've done for Capsule Corp, you know. The breakthroughs you've been making in the scientific community are absolutely astounding!"
"Thank you, sir," Gohan said, though he fidgeted uncomfortably at the praise. He still felt like Bulma gave him a lot more credit than he deserved, since the breakthroughs that Chawak was referring to were more of a joint effort between him and the blue haired genius, but Bulma refused to let him shrink back into the shadows without acknowledging his contribution.
"Heaven knows why a talent like yours decided to go into teaching high schoolers, but it will be an absolute treat to get to work with you no matter how overqualified for the job you may be," Mr. Chawak continued, "and please don't hesitate to come to me for any reason. My door will always be open to you, Mr. Son."
"I'll keep that in mind," Gohan said with a shy smile that earning a beaming grin in return.
"Well now, let's not keep your students in suspense any longer now, shall we?" Mr. Chawak said, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
"After you, sir," Gohan chuckled before following the older teacher into the classroom. He could feel over thirty sets of curious eyes following his path from the door to the front of the room, and his superhuman hearing caught more than one whisper, most of which he paid no mind to.
"Alright everyone, settle down," Mr. Chawak said firmly, silencing the gossip. "It's my pleasure to introduce you all to Son Gohan. You children, however, shall refer to him as Mr. Son. From this day forward, he shall be your new science teacher."
"Hello everyone," Gohan said, his voice carrying through the room as he smiled at the rows of astonished faces before him, "I'm looking forward to teaching all of you. I know this is a little weird for you guys, but I promise I'll do my best to make sure everyone has the best learning experience they can get," stunned silence greeted Gohan's pleasant words, and the young half-saiyan took advantage of the class' shock to study their faces in an attempt to commit them to memory. Though when his eyes met with the visibly mortified 'Miss Videl' who had so kindly helped him to class, Gohan's couldn't help the playful grin that crossed his face.
This was going to be fantastic.