Disclaimer:I don't own Dragonball Z. If I did, Gohan would have been the main character after Cell's death, Goku would have let himself get wished back after Goten's birth, and Vegeta would have reached Super Saiyan 3 during the fight against Fat Buu.
What's Your Problem?
Chapter 1: Beginnings of a Problem
I hate nosy people. Now, don't get me wrong, those who choose to put their business out there for the whole world to know deserve to have people trying to find out more. But, I don't do that, and yet I still have someone snooping into my business all the time, trying to find out things about me I don't want anyone to know. My name is Gohan Son, and the "nosy snoop"? Her name is Videl Satan, daughter of the, hehe, "World's Savior" Hercule Satan.
I've been home-schooled my entire life, with my well-meaning, but highly overbearing mother always looming over my shoulder with her Saiyan-bashing Frying Pan in one hand, and a textbook in the other. She is ChiChi Son, and while I do love her very much, the truth is that I don't really want to be a great scholar. Unfortunately, the Frying Pan doesn't leave room for arguments, so I've been stuck studying my butt off 8-10 hours a day since I was 3. But for my 18th year of life, dear mom decided she wanted me to "make some friends my own age" by enrolling me in high school. Doesn't sound too bad, huh? Wrong! We live out in the mountains for Kami's sake! Orange Star High (where I am currently enrolled) is more than 500 miles from my house! That opened a whole world of questions when I got asked about it at school, which is where I share classes with the aforementioned "nosy snoop". True, I did completely ace the entrance exams, but you would have to if your mom had you doing high school level calculus when you were 6.
My first day started off well enough. I woke to my little brother using my stomach for a trampoline. Then, after I narrowly missed ramming his head into the wall beside my bed, I heard him racing downstairs to breakfast. His name is Goten, and while he's a really good kid, he's little more than a blazing tornado of half-Saiyan, half-human energy. After a quick shower and throwing on a pair of blue jeans, a solid white t-shirt, and some black steel-toed boots, I also raced downstairs to the deliciously inviting smell of my mom's cooking. She may be demanding and terrifying, (especially when she has that pan), but my mom can cook! World-class chefs couldn't hold a candle to this woman, and she can whip up enough food to feed an army, (or just me and Goten), in just two hours. Anyway, I was inhaling anything within arms reach, and almost lost one of my arms to Goten on the other side of the table. 40 plates, 32 bowls, and 15 side dishes later I hugged mom, did our secret handshake to Goten, and turned on the super-speed to get to class on time. Strange, I live 5½ hours away from school, and I only arrived 10 minutes late. I'd even stopped a bank robbery on the way, which is where I met her.
The robbers were firing off rounds and hitting whatever they pleased, with police officers too scared to even get close. I wasn't worried though, since my training and Saiyan heritage means I'm bullet-proof. However, I didn't want anyone to recognize me, so I powered up to Super Saiyan, taking down the crooks in seconds. As soon as it was over, I phased behind a building and powered down. Unfortunately, I wasn't really paying attention as I came around the corner, (realizing you're running late will do that to you), and I bulldozed someone in my haste to flee the scene. Even more unfortunately, I stopped to apologize and help her up. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have just turned on the super-speed so the only thing she'd have seen bump her was a blur.
"I'm really sorry about that, Miss," I apologized as I extended my hand to her. When she glared at me, I found myself staring into the most amazing pair of bright blue eyes I've ever encountered. My brain must have gone on auto-pilot for a bit, because I didn't even hear her asinine comment about my being a jerk until about a full minute after she'd said it. She didn't even take my hand. She just pushed herself up off the ground, got in my face, and started firing off questions so fast I almost couldn't keep up.
"What happened here? Did you see it? Why didn't you watch where you were going? Who are you? What's your problem? Say something, dammit!" By the time she was done she was screaming at me and I was still just staring into her eyes. Apparently, my lack of response threw her into a rage, and the crazy girl with the nice eyes attacked me! She fired off a hard right to my jaw, and found her fist caught in my hand. I really hadn't seen the punch, but my battle reflexes more than made up for my space-out. The punch also served to kick-start my brain, and I suddenly realized I wasn't pleased with her attitude.
"What's my problem? What the hell's your problem? You think you can just attack me over an accident? I didn't mean to bump you, and I sure as hell don't appreciate the interrogation! I don't know you, so I don't owe you anything more than an apology. So, I'm sorry, please excuse me, and I'm outta here," I said through clenched teeth as I stalked off, or started to anyways. But I felt her hand on my shoulder. I sensed another punch aimed for the back of my head! This crazy bitch was willing to go that far? Fine, I guess she needs a lesson in manners. Without even looking back, I moved my head to the left, completely dodging her straight right, and I caught her hand in mine again.
"Like I said, you don't know me, and you don't seem to realize that you're outclassed," I snarled venomously. "I strongly suggest you move around and leave me alone. I already apologized twice. I have to go."
"Let go of me, you asshole! How did you just do that? How dare you think you can just walk away from me when I'm talking to you? Don't you know who I am?" she screamed, vainly trying to pull her fist out of my hand. She put her foot on my back and pushed off, trying to dislodge her captive limb. Since I was already in a bad mood, I let her go, watching in almost slow motion as the look of surprise popped onto her face as she suddenly noticed she was about to fall. Hard.
I don't know why I did it, but the next thing she knew, she was in my arms and I found myself mesmerized by her scent. I closed my eyes a moment, and lost myself in her fragrance. It wasn't a girly smell, more of a peaceful scent that just made me happy. Neither the peaceful nor the happy feelings lasted long, as I looked down at her blushing face and realized we'd been really close just then. I quickly set her on her own two feet, turned away, and left. Just before I got out of earshot, I heard her ask another question.
"How did he catch me that fast?"