The only thing AU up till now is that Gohan is forced by his mother to go
to school a year sooner, because Bulma has insulted her on a visit ^_^.
There WILL however be some other AU things necessarily involved. I will
also take some liberties. For example Gohan's clothing and behaviour will
be a BIT less nerdy, because he not been under the influence of his mother
as long as in the normal story. Hehe... I think that is enough
justification for things I don't like in DBZ ^_^.
Chapter 1 Admittance.
"Oh come on mom, what good will it do if I go there now? Your teachings are good enough for me!" Gohan looked up at his mother with as much pleading force in his eyes to win virtually anyone over.
"No son, I want what is best for you, and my education has kept you sheltered from the outside world for far too long" Chichi was of course one of the few exceptions to the fierce puppy-eyed look.
"I want what's best for you Gohan, you know that, and keeping you here will make you shy and wild in the company of other people" Chichi said, putting her hand to her hips and giving Gohan a look which made him know that he had lost before any debate had even started. He lowered his head and sat back down, staring at the table.
"But I thought you liked it that way" Gohan mumbled. He did anyway. He had had some feelings and urges he could not place but discarded them as pubescent and immature. He DID like it her, didn't he?
"Did I really say that? Oh, how foolish of me! I always wanted my sweet little boy to mingle with people of his own age... and school is just the place to do this." Gohan looked up as he saw his mother's gaze turn even more determined.
" And you're going Son Gohan! Even if I have to drag you there."
"But that would take years!"
"Mph, then I will just have to MAKE you go... I might even cut back on your dinners... we ARE growing a little short on money."
"N...NO...FOOD?" Gohan leapt up and stared at his mother, scared to the bone.
"YOU WOULDN'T"
"Everything for the welfare of my baby." Chichi said smiling, hugging a still confused looking Gohan.
"I don't see how starving me is in my favour" he muttered... Chichi smiled and took it as a yes.
***
The principal looked up and sighed.
"You know mrs.?"
"Son, Son Chichi"
"Whatever. Now mrs. Son, currently, this schoolyear is wellunderway, and there are not much yrears left to this high school before these brats move to another school which we like to call College."
"One and a half years if I am correct sir" Gohan said at the man in the suit who glared at him warily, something of annoyance shimmering in his eyes.
"Yeah, might be... anyway, it's soon."
"You mean you don't know?" Gohan's eyes widened significantly.
"Why should I? I'm only the principal... it's not like I'm involved or anything."Gohan looked up in thought at hearing this.
"I guess." he said absently.
The principal just shook his head at the barbaric couple that stood before him... entrance to his glorious highschool in the middle of the running year... he'd never allow it. He folded his hands on his oddly empty desk which boasted a Japanese flag and a picture of an old hag, which he still had to call his wife. He thought about the words he needed for a while and found them after much inner debate.
"No" he said bluntly.
"WHAT?!?" Chichi and Gohan cried in unison
"I will not allow barbarians into my school."
"MY SON IS NOT A BARBARIAN!!!" Chichi stormed at the man, fists ominously raised into the air. The principal flinched, covered his eyes and cowered under his desk waiting for the barbaric women to hit him. He searched for the security button blindly, but remembered he had it removed to save money. He cursed himself and crawled from underneath his desk, hoping to take the punishment as a man. He sighed relieved as he saw the woman restrained by her son.
"Calm down mom he's not worth it."
"Yeah, listen to your wild brat lady!" the principal yelled triumphantly
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING WILD BRAT?" Gohan had released his mother and raised his fist in front of him also, veins throbbing.
The principal yelped and was ready to cower under his desk again, when he had a brilliant idea.
"Haha! Did I say 'no'? I meant to say d'oh! I forgot where I put my entry exams! Now if you'll let me get them..?.." He slowly moved towards the door.
"We're not buying this." The principal blushed at these words and sweatdropped.
"Ummm... I see... erm... tell you what... you can enter the school if you get all questions correct on your entry exam, if not, I never want to see you again, deal."
Gohan put his hand behind his head and smiled the trademark grin. "Oh, is that all? That's easy!"
The principal managed to suppress an evil smirk... he had just the exam for this kind of thing... it was made for him by his good friend Dr Sumaatu who had recently won the nobel prize in physics. He had said 'he who manages to pass this doesn't even need to go to this school of yours'. The principal himself couldn't even answer any of the questions... yes, it would be perfect.
"Haha... of course brat... err... sonny. Please follow me" Gohan shrugged and walked out the door following his potential future sensei.
***
IMPOSSIBLE!
There had to be an error, somewhere, there HAD to be one...
The principal dropped the entry form and cried on top of it... as much as he hated to admit it, this kid had won... he growled and picked up a phone from a small table beside him.
"Get me the Son family, quickly"
He was keen on telling a lie, telling them that Gohan had NOT succeeded, but he had, and it would not be fair to tell him otherwise.
He sighed again, waiting for someone to take up the phone.
***
"WHO REPLACED MY TOOTHPASTE WITH HAIRGEL?" Gohan screamed from the bathroom as the phone rang. Chichi shook her head as she gave a motherly death glare at the sniveling Goten. She hated the moments when Goten would need to answer the phone, but this was an emergency. Gohan would kill Goten, it had been the 6th time this week. Chichi shook her head as she moved towards the stairs... that Trunks boy had a bad influence on him.
"Goten, you take the phone, I need to talk to Gohan and calm him down so he doesn't kill you"
"But I did nothing!"
"Just ANSWER it before I decide to set Gohan loose on you, alright?" Chichi stormed up the stairs as she heard Gohan shout loudly again. She knew Gohan wouldn't try anything funny or dangerous, she just didn't want these moods to stick to him... she wanted Gohan to be a good boy.
Goten waited for his mother to go away and cheered, jumping up and down, bouncing off the walls in joy... this would be the biggest prak call ever! He coughed and artificially lowered his voice and then took up the phone.
"Mr. Satan, saviour of the world, destroyer of Cell, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Goten snickered... it had been Trunks idea... he out his tongue to his cheek and looked thoughtfully at the phone. All good ideas were Trunks'...
Silence
"SPEAK UP, THE CHAMP IS WAITING!" He said in his phony low voice.
Silence
"SPEAK UP OR I WILL NOT SAVE YOU FROM THE NEXT MONSTER!"
somebody swallowed audibly at the other end of the line.
"Umm... sorry mr. Satan... I think"
Gohan just snickered at the confused man's voice.
"Yes, what is it you want?"
"Err... do you know the number of the Son residence, I need to tell them they've been admitted to our school?" the man had spoken quickly as if hoping to avoid punishment. Goten couldn't disappoint him now, could he? His mind raced... how could he make this prank better... Son residence, that would make it possible --- Goten paled and his smile vanished... Son residence, school... that was HIS house, and it must have been for Gohan's school! His mother would skin him alive if she found out that he was doing this. Goten panicked. He forgot to use his fake low and raspy voice as he said
"Erm, sorry wrong number." He promised to himself then that he would not make anymore pranks on his family.
***
The principal threw the phone down, recovering from the shock he was in. He took it up, dialed an '0', heard the voice of his secretary and shouted "You're fired!"
He put the phone down again, and called the number of an operator. It was odd that the number of the 439 region which was virtually empty, was the number of the Satan mansion as well... but the Principal thought it only appropriate, it being a secret privacy number and all.
He sighed as the operator put him through
It took even longer for someone to take the phone now. But in the end, someone did, just before he was about to put it back on its hook.
"WHAT?" a loud woman's voice shouted on the other line, the Principal backed away from the phone and started sweating. He had forgotten what barbarians these 439'ers were.
"Erm... this is the Principal of Orange Star High School speaking"
"My boy passed the exams didn't he? Oh I know it, I'm so proud! Thank you so very much for your kindness mister Principal, I will make sure he studies so hard he'll be your best student. No student could beat my little boy anyway, even if they wished, my boy is so smart..."
The principal backed away again, the woman's voice still ranting on as he wondered what he was getting his school into. He put the phone to his ear again, trying to make some sounds of approval to the woman's speach, but he didn't get any room for such things.
"..of course that goes without saying -- hey when does he start anyway?"
The Principal just sat there, stunned.
"ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?"
"Erm, yes of course, I was... umm... scuffling through a few papers to find the admittance sheet of your son haha... marking papers can be such a bore, don't you agree."
"I'm sure it is, just tell me when."the voice on the other side sounded impatient, and the principal decided this was not a woman to be left to wait.
"Umm.. AH! Found it... your son starts tomorrow mrs. Son!"
"Tomorrow? Already? You mean you want my boy to show his limitless abilities tomorrow already? Oh that is so wonderful! I'd never thought that it would happen so fast, but a mother wants the best for her son so of course I...."
Another rant ensued and the principal just sat back into his chair, sinking lower as the minutes ticked away. He couldn't take such things, he was going to resign. Such women and their sons were more than anyone could handle. Not caring, he put the phone on the hook and packed his things. He was going to enjoy retirement.
******
What do you think? Nice, mediocre, absolute crap? Whatever you think, Read and Review! I'm not really that much interested in the fluff this is going to be, so if there's not much interest for this thing, I'll abandon it. Hate to say such things, but this is really just a little exhaust for all the romantic fluff even us guys have an urge of writing sometimes.
Chapter 1 Admittance.
"Oh come on mom, what good will it do if I go there now? Your teachings are good enough for me!" Gohan looked up at his mother with as much pleading force in his eyes to win virtually anyone over.
"No son, I want what is best for you, and my education has kept you sheltered from the outside world for far too long" Chichi was of course one of the few exceptions to the fierce puppy-eyed look.
"I want what's best for you Gohan, you know that, and keeping you here will make you shy and wild in the company of other people" Chichi said, putting her hand to her hips and giving Gohan a look which made him know that he had lost before any debate had even started. He lowered his head and sat back down, staring at the table.
"But I thought you liked it that way" Gohan mumbled. He did anyway. He had had some feelings and urges he could not place but discarded them as pubescent and immature. He DID like it her, didn't he?
"Did I really say that? Oh, how foolish of me! I always wanted my sweet little boy to mingle with people of his own age... and school is just the place to do this." Gohan looked up as he saw his mother's gaze turn even more determined.
" And you're going Son Gohan! Even if I have to drag you there."
"But that would take years!"
"Mph, then I will just have to MAKE you go... I might even cut back on your dinners... we ARE growing a little short on money."
"N...NO...FOOD?" Gohan leapt up and stared at his mother, scared to the bone.
"YOU WOULDN'T"
"Everything for the welfare of my baby." Chichi said smiling, hugging a still confused looking Gohan.
"I don't see how starving me is in my favour" he muttered... Chichi smiled and took it as a yes.
***
The principal looked up and sighed.
"You know mrs.?"
"Son, Son Chichi"
"Whatever. Now mrs. Son, currently, this schoolyear is wellunderway, and there are not much yrears left to this high school before these brats move to another school which we like to call College."
"One and a half years if I am correct sir" Gohan said at the man in the suit who glared at him warily, something of annoyance shimmering in his eyes.
"Yeah, might be... anyway, it's soon."
"You mean you don't know?" Gohan's eyes widened significantly.
"Why should I? I'm only the principal... it's not like I'm involved or anything."Gohan looked up in thought at hearing this.
"I guess." he said absently.
The principal just shook his head at the barbaric couple that stood before him... entrance to his glorious highschool in the middle of the running year... he'd never allow it. He folded his hands on his oddly empty desk which boasted a Japanese flag and a picture of an old hag, which he still had to call his wife. He thought about the words he needed for a while and found them after much inner debate.
"No" he said bluntly.
"WHAT?!?" Chichi and Gohan cried in unison
"I will not allow barbarians into my school."
"MY SON IS NOT A BARBARIAN!!!" Chichi stormed at the man, fists ominously raised into the air. The principal flinched, covered his eyes and cowered under his desk waiting for the barbaric women to hit him. He searched for the security button blindly, but remembered he had it removed to save money. He cursed himself and crawled from underneath his desk, hoping to take the punishment as a man. He sighed relieved as he saw the woman restrained by her son.
"Calm down mom he's not worth it."
"Yeah, listen to your wild brat lady!" the principal yelled triumphantly
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING WILD BRAT?" Gohan had released his mother and raised his fist in front of him also, veins throbbing.
The principal yelped and was ready to cower under his desk again, when he had a brilliant idea.
"Haha! Did I say 'no'? I meant to say d'oh! I forgot where I put my entry exams! Now if you'll let me get them..?.." He slowly moved towards the door.
"We're not buying this." The principal blushed at these words and sweatdropped.
"Ummm... I see... erm... tell you what... you can enter the school if you get all questions correct on your entry exam, if not, I never want to see you again, deal."
Gohan put his hand behind his head and smiled the trademark grin. "Oh, is that all? That's easy!"
The principal managed to suppress an evil smirk... he had just the exam for this kind of thing... it was made for him by his good friend Dr Sumaatu who had recently won the nobel prize in physics. He had said 'he who manages to pass this doesn't even need to go to this school of yours'. The principal himself couldn't even answer any of the questions... yes, it would be perfect.
"Haha... of course brat... err... sonny. Please follow me" Gohan shrugged and walked out the door following his potential future sensei.
***
IMPOSSIBLE!
There had to be an error, somewhere, there HAD to be one...
The principal dropped the entry form and cried on top of it... as much as he hated to admit it, this kid had won... he growled and picked up a phone from a small table beside him.
"Get me the Son family, quickly"
He was keen on telling a lie, telling them that Gohan had NOT succeeded, but he had, and it would not be fair to tell him otherwise.
He sighed again, waiting for someone to take up the phone.
***
"WHO REPLACED MY TOOTHPASTE WITH HAIRGEL?" Gohan screamed from the bathroom as the phone rang. Chichi shook her head as she gave a motherly death glare at the sniveling Goten. She hated the moments when Goten would need to answer the phone, but this was an emergency. Gohan would kill Goten, it had been the 6th time this week. Chichi shook her head as she moved towards the stairs... that Trunks boy had a bad influence on him.
"Goten, you take the phone, I need to talk to Gohan and calm him down so he doesn't kill you"
"But I did nothing!"
"Just ANSWER it before I decide to set Gohan loose on you, alright?" Chichi stormed up the stairs as she heard Gohan shout loudly again. She knew Gohan wouldn't try anything funny or dangerous, she just didn't want these moods to stick to him... she wanted Gohan to be a good boy.
Goten waited for his mother to go away and cheered, jumping up and down, bouncing off the walls in joy... this would be the biggest prak call ever! He coughed and artificially lowered his voice and then took up the phone.
"Mr. Satan, saviour of the world, destroyer of Cell, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Goten snickered... it had been Trunks idea... he out his tongue to his cheek and looked thoughtfully at the phone. All good ideas were Trunks'...
Silence
"SPEAK UP, THE CHAMP IS WAITING!" He said in his phony low voice.
Silence
"SPEAK UP OR I WILL NOT SAVE YOU FROM THE NEXT MONSTER!"
somebody swallowed audibly at the other end of the line.
"Umm... sorry mr. Satan... I think"
Gohan just snickered at the confused man's voice.
"Yes, what is it you want?"
"Err... do you know the number of the Son residence, I need to tell them they've been admitted to our school?" the man had spoken quickly as if hoping to avoid punishment. Goten couldn't disappoint him now, could he? His mind raced... how could he make this prank better... Son residence, that would make it possible --- Goten paled and his smile vanished... Son residence, school... that was HIS house, and it must have been for Gohan's school! His mother would skin him alive if she found out that he was doing this. Goten panicked. He forgot to use his fake low and raspy voice as he said
"Erm, sorry wrong number." He promised to himself then that he would not make anymore pranks on his family.
***
The principal threw the phone down, recovering from the shock he was in. He took it up, dialed an '0', heard the voice of his secretary and shouted "You're fired!"
He put the phone down again, and called the number of an operator. It was odd that the number of the 439 region which was virtually empty, was the number of the Satan mansion as well... but the Principal thought it only appropriate, it being a secret privacy number and all.
He sighed as the operator put him through
It took even longer for someone to take the phone now. But in the end, someone did, just before he was about to put it back on its hook.
"WHAT?" a loud woman's voice shouted on the other line, the Principal backed away from the phone and started sweating. He had forgotten what barbarians these 439'ers were.
"Erm... this is the Principal of Orange Star High School speaking"
"My boy passed the exams didn't he? Oh I know it, I'm so proud! Thank you so very much for your kindness mister Principal, I will make sure he studies so hard he'll be your best student. No student could beat my little boy anyway, even if they wished, my boy is so smart..."
The principal backed away again, the woman's voice still ranting on as he wondered what he was getting his school into. He put the phone to his ear again, trying to make some sounds of approval to the woman's speach, but he didn't get any room for such things.
"..of course that goes without saying -- hey when does he start anyway?"
The Principal just sat there, stunned.
"ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?"
"Erm, yes of course, I was... umm... scuffling through a few papers to find the admittance sheet of your son haha... marking papers can be such a bore, don't you agree."
"I'm sure it is, just tell me when."the voice on the other side sounded impatient, and the principal decided this was not a woman to be left to wait.
"Umm.. AH! Found it... your son starts tomorrow mrs. Son!"
"Tomorrow? Already? You mean you want my boy to show his limitless abilities tomorrow already? Oh that is so wonderful! I'd never thought that it would happen so fast, but a mother wants the best for her son so of course I...."
Another rant ensued and the principal just sat back into his chair, sinking lower as the minutes ticked away. He couldn't take such things, he was going to resign. Such women and their sons were more than anyone could handle. Not caring, he put the phone on the hook and packed his things. He was going to enjoy retirement.
******
What do you think? Nice, mediocre, absolute crap? Whatever you think, Read and Review! I'm not really that much interested in the fluff this is going to be, so if there's not much interest for this thing, I'll abandon it. Hate to say such things, but this is really just a little exhaust for all the romantic fluff even us guys have an urge of writing sometimes.