Title: The Saiyan Goes to High School
Chapter: 1
Rated: PG-13
By: firegirl
This may be very similar to the series in some parts, but in
other areas I *have* changed it. Read it and you'll eventually
find out what I mean. In the first few chapters it will appear
to be very similar.
I don't own DBZ, blah blah blah... I think you all know that.
This stands for all chapters, blah blah blah... Do we *have*
to put these in here? It's redundant.
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Chichi and Bulma sat at the table in the Son house while
Gohan, Goten, and Trunks were out sparring for the day. The two
mothers were drinking tea at the table and talking about recent
events when Bulma switched subjects.
"Chichi, have you ever thought about sending Gohan to
school?"
"Now why would I do that? He is doing perfectly fine here.
He'd only pick up bad habits from those punk kids."
"They aren't all punks, Chichi. Haven't you ever noticed
how Gohan has never been around people his own age? He has been
hanging around us adults his whole life. I'm not saying that's
a bad thing, it's just that he needs some friends his own age."
Chichi sighed and looked out the window into the woods.
"You do have a point. He needs to develop social skills I
guess, but I don't know. He has never actually left home, except
for when he went to Namek."
"Its not like he is leaving permanently. He's not going to
be gone all day. I even have the perfect school he could go to.
It is a respectable school that I think you would like."
"Really? Are they good?"
"Orange Star High school is one of the best, if not the
best, high school to go to. If you would like I could speak to
the principal right now. He is a friend of mine, but Gohan will
still have to take the entrance exams."
"You would do that?"
"Of course I would."
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Gohan floated in the air allowing the fresh mountain air
to sweep across his face and through his black spiked hair. His
arms were crossed against his chest as he kept a close eye on
the two demi-Saiyans. He had stepped out of the sparring session
to see how the skills of his younger brother were improving.
Goten may have been only six, but you could tell that he
was going to be an excellent fighter, and he looked exactly like
Goku to boot. The only difference between Goten and Goku in
looks, besides height, was the fact that Goten had a slightly
rounder face than that of his father. Gohan wished that Goku
could have lived to see how much alike they were. Goten had
never met his father because he died in the Cell Games, but
had heard plenty of stories.
Gohan watched his brother's friend, Trunks, as he
attempted a roundhouse kick. He had purple hair like his
grandfather, Mr. Briefs, and the face of his father, Vegeta.
Ever since the two little kids had met, they had become
attached at the hip. They rarely went anywhere without the
other one to follow. In a way Gohan envied them. He wished he
could have a friend to tell all of his worries, hopes, and
dreams. He had his mother, yes, but that wasn't the same.
"Hey Gohan! Get back on the ground and join us!"
"Or better yet, let us team up on you!"
"Get down here! You haven't taught me how to fly yet, or
else I would go up there and kick your butt!" Gohan chuckled at
his brother's enthusiasm and was preparing to land when he
heard his mother call them in for dinner.
"You were lucky this time. If mom hadn't called us in
were going to beat you."
"I doubt it squirt." The trio ran the rest of the way to
the Son house and arrived just in time to see Chichi place the
plates on the table.
"Sit down you three." The boys obeyed and waited for the
food to be set in front of them. Chichi placed the food down
on the table and watched in practiced awe as the three boys
devoured everything that was in front of them. Gohan may not
have eaten like his father when his younger, but his appetite
eventually became one that was very close to that of his
father's.
"Mom, aren't you going to eat?"
"No, Goten, I'm not. I ate earlier with Bulma. I didn't
think I would be able to get any of the food with the way you
three eat." Gohan looked up from his now empty plate and
blushed. He should have asked the very same question, but he
*was* rather hungry before.
"Gohan, how would you like to go to high school?" Gohan
moved his face to Bulma's and paused for a minute before
answering.
"That would be great! That is, if mother says I can. But
where would I go? There are no high schools in the area-"
"You could go to Orange Star High School. It is in Satan
City, but that should be no problem for you. You could easily
fly there in a few minutes, unlike us *normal* people who
would have to drive for about five hours."
"..."
"The thing is, you'd have to take the entrance exams
tomorrow."
"T-tomorrow?" Gohan stood up abruptly. Chichi got up
from her chair and put her hand on her son's shoulder.
"You'll do fine. After all, I have been drilling your
schoolwork into you for who knows how many years. Just go
to bed and relax."
Gohan did just that. He went up to his bedroom and
stripped down to his boxers. Then he crawled into bed and
relaxed. After all, he had had bigger problems and anxieties in
the past...
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Chapter: 1
Rated: PG-13
By: firegirl
This may be very similar to the series in some parts, but in
other areas I *have* changed it. Read it and you'll eventually
find out what I mean. In the first few chapters it will appear
to be very similar.
I don't own DBZ, blah blah blah... I think you all know that.
This stands for all chapters, blah blah blah... Do we *have*
to put these in here? It's redundant.
------------
Chichi and Bulma sat at the table in the Son house while
Gohan, Goten, and Trunks were out sparring for the day. The two
mothers were drinking tea at the table and talking about recent
events when Bulma switched subjects.
"Chichi, have you ever thought about sending Gohan to
school?"
"Now why would I do that? He is doing perfectly fine here.
He'd only pick up bad habits from those punk kids."
"They aren't all punks, Chichi. Haven't you ever noticed
how Gohan has never been around people his own age? He has been
hanging around us adults his whole life. I'm not saying that's
a bad thing, it's just that he needs some friends his own age."
Chichi sighed and looked out the window into the woods.
"You do have a point. He needs to develop social skills I
guess, but I don't know. He has never actually left home, except
for when he went to Namek."
"Its not like he is leaving permanently. He's not going to
be gone all day. I even have the perfect school he could go to.
It is a respectable school that I think you would like."
"Really? Are they good?"
"Orange Star High school is one of the best, if not the
best, high school to go to. If you would like I could speak to
the principal right now. He is a friend of mine, but Gohan will
still have to take the entrance exams."
"You would do that?"
"Of course I would."
------------
Gohan floated in the air allowing the fresh mountain air
to sweep across his face and through his black spiked hair. His
arms were crossed against his chest as he kept a close eye on
the two demi-Saiyans. He had stepped out of the sparring session
to see how the skills of his younger brother were improving.
Goten may have been only six, but you could tell that he
was going to be an excellent fighter, and he looked exactly like
Goku to boot. The only difference between Goten and Goku in
looks, besides height, was the fact that Goten had a slightly
rounder face than that of his father. Gohan wished that Goku
could have lived to see how much alike they were. Goten had
never met his father because he died in the Cell Games, but
had heard plenty of stories.
Gohan watched his brother's friend, Trunks, as he
attempted a roundhouse kick. He had purple hair like his
grandfather, Mr. Briefs, and the face of his father, Vegeta.
Ever since the two little kids had met, they had become
attached at the hip. They rarely went anywhere without the
other one to follow. In a way Gohan envied them. He wished he
could have a friend to tell all of his worries, hopes, and
dreams. He had his mother, yes, but that wasn't the same.
"Hey Gohan! Get back on the ground and join us!"
"Or better yet, let us team up on you!"
"Get down here! You haven't taught me how to fly yet, or
else I would go up there and kick your butt!" Gohan chuckled at
his brother's enthusiasm and was preparing to land when he
heard his mother call them in for dinner.
"You were lucky this time. If mom hadn't called us in
were going to beat you."
"I doubt it squirt." The trio ran the rest of the way to
the Son house and arrived just in time to see Chichi place the
plates on the table.
"Sit down you three." The boys obeyed and waited for the
food to be set in front of them. Chichi placed the food down
on the table and watched in practiced awe as the three boys
devoured everything that was in front of them. Gohan may not
have eaten like his father when his younger, but his appetite
eventually became one that was very close to that of his
father's.
"Mom, aren't you going to eat?"
"No, Goten, I'm not. I ate earlier with Bulma. I didn't
think I would be able to get any of the food with the way you
three eat." Gohan looked up from his now empty plate and
blushed. He should have asked the very same question, but he
*was* rather hungry before.
"Gohan, how would you like to go to high school?" Gohan
moved his face to Bulma's and paused for a minute before
answering.
"That would be great! That is, if mother says I can. But
where would I go? There are no high schools in the area-"
"You could go to Orange Star High School. It is in Satan
City, but that should be no problem for you. You could easily
fly there in a few minutes, unlike us *normal* people who
would have to drive for about five hours."
"..."
"The thing is, you'd have to take the entrance exams
tomorrow."
"T-tomorrow?" Gohan stood up abruptly. Chichi got up
from her chair and put her hand on her son's shoulder.
"You'll do fine. After all, I have been drilling your
schoolwork into you for who knows how many years. Just go
to bed and relax."
Gohan did just that. He went up to his bedroom and
stripped down to his boxers. Then he crawled into bed and
relaxed. After all, he had had bigger problems and anxieties in
the past...
------------
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