Students flocked the courtyard of Orange Star High, mingling and chatting about. There seemed to be an even mixture of girls and boys, and everyone seemed to be in their own group. Gohan gulped down anxiety as he walked through, getting stared at by almost every person he passed. They were whispering to themselves, wondering who this mysterious new guy was, with his Super Mario Bro Air Jordans. Luckily for him, he put his Cars 3 lunchbox in his backpack, but he knew he'd probably have to eat lunch alone today.
Gohan made his way inside of the school and into the main office. There was an old lady sitting on a small desk across from him, nearly falling asleep as she wrote down on the paper in front of her.
"Um, excuse." Gohan muttered with a soft, anxious tone. "I'm Gohan, it's my first day here." He scratched the back of his head, smiling nervously at the old woman. The old hag glanced up at him and stared for a few moments.
"Special ed is on the 3rd floor. Let me go call a helper to pick you up." She reached for the telephone next to her.
"What? N-no, I'm not a special needs student," Gohan looked around to make sure nobody else heard that. "G-o-h-a-n, can you just look that up real quick? I just need to find out where my class is."
Granny began typing on the computer, with her 3 WPM type speed. "Ah, yes, Gohan. 2nd floor, class 9-B."
"Thanks!" Gohan headed out to the big staircase in the middle of the hall. "Well, this is it." He whispered to himself. As he began walking, his anxiety levels increased, he could feel his palms sweating. He tried using some of the deep breathing exercises he found from r/anxiety to calm himself down. As he got to the door, he took a moment to psyche himself up.
"Alright, just chill. You're fine. You showered, you're in shape, you're wearing sick kicks. I'll be fine. I'm Gohan, I killed fucking Cell, I got this." Gohan exhaled deeply, then opened the classroom door.
"And that, teens, is basically all you need to know about anal se- hm?" Mr. Punani, Orange Star High's freshman homeroom teacher, stops to look at the door. "Well, well, you must be that new student! Welcome, you're just in time for our first lesson. Did you bring your copy of Teen Vogue?"
"Um, y-yes sir, I didn't forget." Gohan replied. He was burning red as he felt all the eyes of the class stare at him.
"Well, it's nice to have you here, son. What's your name?" Mr. Punani asks, putting his hand on Gohan's shoulder, rubbing it softly. Almost a little too softly.
"My name, um... It's-It's Gohan." He looked down at his feet, he could feel his anxiety getting the better of him. He forecfully looked back up at the faces of the class. "It's nice to meet you all..." He muttered with slight hesitation.
"Ah, yes, Gohan! You're the foreigner kid, that's right. Where do you come from, Gohan?" Mr. Punani asks with a warm smile.
"Foreign kid? What are they talking about?" Gohan looked around the room awkwardly, not sure what to say. "Uh... um... I'm from... uh," he looks around the room frantically, his heart racing. "Iraq?" He blurts out. "Wait what the fuck? Why did I say Iraq!?" Gohan panicked internally as the class and Mr. Punani look at him with confusion.
"Iraq, huh?" Mr. Punani scratches his head, examining Gohan a little more closely. "You certainly don't look like a sand person. But if that's where you say you're from, I'll have to take your word for it!"
"Um, Mr. Punani?" One of the girls in the midrow raises her hand, staring at Gohan a little fearfully. "Are you sure he's not, like, an ISIS member or something? I'm all for multiculturalism, but I really don't want to be one of those people who ends up dead from a random terrorist attack."
"Now, now, Erasa, you're making Gohan feel unwelcome. We perform background checks on all our students, and Gohan is NOT a terrorist." He strokes his long, furry mustache. "Matter a fact, Gohan, why don't you go take a seat next to Erasa there, and show her how much of a normal person you are."
Gohan sighs, and walks toward his new desk.
"Oh god, I should've kept my mouth shut." Erasa groans, inching away from Gohan's seat.
Gohan sits down beside her and greets her with a shy smile. Erasa glares back at him in return and crosses her legs in discomfort.
"I'm keeping my eye on you, Gohan," she whispers coldly. "Any weird Arabic phrases and I won't hesitate to mace your sandy ass." She flashes him a fresh bottle of mace from her purse.
"Look, I'm not from Iraq alright, I was just-" Gohan is interrupted.
"Now that's enough you two, you can chit after we learn about safe anal sex. Now open your Teen Vogues!" Mr. Punani shouts from the front of class. Everyone groans as they pull out their shitty magazines.
...
Another failure, Gohan thought. His first day really wasn't going how he planned at all. Now everyone thinks he's from Iraq, it'll be a pain to try and get himself out of that one. He sighed as he waited patiently for the class to end, any second now. He had to figure out a way to impress everyone. Of course he couldn't show everyone his Saiyan powers, doing so would get Chi-chi hotter than Bulma nude sunbathing on her private yacht. Gohan got a slight hard on as he pictured that in his mind.
It was finally lunch time. The bell rang and swarms of students began exiting the classroom, and into the cafeteria. Gohan had to find a private place to eat so none of his classmates saw his kiddie lunchbox. He waited patiently for the halls to empty, and tried to sneak outside real quick. As he turned the corner of the hallway, a big tall, muscular jock who looked like Abigail from Street Fighter V bumped into him.
"Yo, are you Gohan?" The roided freak asked.
"Uh, yeah?" Gohan looked up at him. He noticed a hall monitor badge on his belt.
"So you speak English, huh? Well, I just wanted to let you know that your shoes look fucking stupid and if you wear that shit here again I might beat you up and rob you." He stared down at Gohan, veins throbbing in his weird looking head. "And also, you can't be roaming around here like some loser. Let me guide you to the cafeteria."
"A-alright..." Gohan looked down at his shoes sadly. Goten was right, I knew I shouldn't have worn these. What was I thinking? On top of that, Gohan now had to go to lunch. His heart was beating through his chest as he stood alone in the middle of the cafeteria, not sure where to sit.
"Hey, Gohan!" He turned his attention to a table in the middle of the room. A muscular jock-looking guy with long hair and a hat beckoned over to him. "Come sit over here." He had a sheepish grin on his face.
For a brief moment, Gohan felt happy, someone actually invited him over to sit with them.
"H-hey everyone." Gohan greeted shyly. Besides the long haired jock, there were 2 other boys, a girl, and Erasa sitting at the table.
"Gohan, isn't it? My name is Sharpner." The long haired jock nodded. "Sit next to me, bro. Dope kicks." He gives him a sheepish grin.
"Heh, thanks. I won them off a Twitter raffle." Gohan says proudly.
"Wow, you're a real hotshot. So you play a lot of video games?" Sharpner asks him.
"I mean I wouldn't call myself a gamer, but I play for about 6-12 hours a day depending on how much my mom drinks." Gohan leans toward Sharpner. "She's a widow."
"You sound like you have it rough Gohan, it must be hard being a Syrian immigrant."
"Oh, I'm not from Iraq. I just got kind of nervous... I'm actually from here, and I'm half Japanese half Sai-" Gohan quickly covered his mouth. "Uh.. Syrian. Half Syrian." God dammit I did it again.
The whole group giggles to themselves.
"You're a nervous wreck, aren't you Gohan? Relax man, we're all cool here." He gives Gohan a reassuring smile.
Gohan laughs nervously. "Y-yeah...right."
Erasa butts in, changing the subject, "Gohan, where's your lunch? You're not poor, are you? I really don't want to hang out with a poor person."
"Aren't Arabs, like, oil-rich or something though?" Erasa's friend asks. "He's probably loaded." she purrs.
Gohan blinks. "N-no, I have a lunch, I'm just... not hungry." Just as he says that, his stomach rumbles loudly.
"Dude, you're an awful liar. What, are you scared of eating in front of people, too?" Erasa asks, as the table starts to laugh.
"It's not that..." Gohan struggles, his anxiety flaring up again.
"He's got somethin' in his bag!" Sharpner's friend holds Gohan's backpack in the air, and begins opening it up.
"Hey, wait a second!" Gohan jumps up, but it's too late. He pulls out the lunchbox, tossing it in the middle of the table. They all stare at it for a few seconds, then to Gohan. Gohan felt his whole life flash before his eyes, this was it. His first fear had come true.
"Holy shit, dude. A cars lunchbox? Are you literally fucking 8?" Sharpner bursts into laughter, along with the rest of the table. Sharpner stands up on his seat, holding up Gohan's lunchbox.
"Hey, everyone, Gohan's a fucking queer! Look at his gay little lunchbox!" He shouts out loud, and soon the whole cafeteria is laughing. Even Mr. Punani.
Gohan's heart was beating rapidly, he hadn't felt like this since Cell smashed Android 16's head. Except this time he felt like he was about to have a panic attack. He couldn't even move as the entire school pointed and laughed at him.
Sharpner opened the contents of the box, throwing on the floor in front of Gohan, his entire lunch completely soiled.
"Get off my table you fucking loser, go sit in the nerd corner." Sharpner shoved Gohan off his seat, and Gohan fell limp the floor. He tried to hold back the tears as he picked up his lunch and walked to the other side in the 'nerd corner'. Nothing could top the humiliation he felt, Gohan wanted to just self-destruct like Cell right then and there. He sat down at the table, where there was one other person sitting with no lunch, but a huge stack of books instead. Gohan glanced back behind him, some people were still laughing and staring at him. He slams his Cars lunchbox on the table in anger.
"This is such bullshit!" He yells quietly to himself. The kid sitting across from him takes out his earbuds.
"Woah! You're a Cars fan too!?" The nerdy boy looks over at Gohan with bright eyes. Gohan recognized him from his class earlier.
"What? No! I'm not into that kiddie shit!" Gohan yelled out, then let out a long sigh. "My mom didn't have any other ones so I had to use my gay little brother's."
"Oh, I see." The nerd replies respectfully. "Ah, Sharpner's crew got you, huh?" He shakes his head in disappointment. "He can be a real prick. They did that to me when I was new once, too."
"What's his problem? He had to go out and humiliate me like that. He seemed like a nice guy too." Gohan pouts.
"Yeah, that's how he tricks you. He'll pick on pretty much anybody, except Videl of course." The nerd tells Gohan as he stares into his phone.
"Videl? Who's that?" Gohan asks peculiarly.
The nerd chuckles. "You'll find out soon! In the meantime, my name is Willy. Pleasure to meet ya!" He grins sheepishly.
"Gohan. Nice to meet you." Gohan creeps a slight smile. Well, at least I made one friend today.
The bell rings loudly once more, signaling the end of lunch.
"Welp, let's get out of here, we don't want to be late for class." Willy giggles and picks up his big pile of books. Gohan gets up and walks with him through the halls. A couple boys shove into him on his way back to class.
"Nice lunchbox, fag." They mutter, giggling as they walk off.
Gohan looks at the floor in shame. Willy gives him an encouraging pat on the back.
"You'll get used to it, Gohan. Plus, people forget things really fast in high school!" Willy smiles optimistically at him. "I fuckin' hate school..." Gohan mutters under his breath.
...
Gohan sits bored in his final class of the day. He still can't get over what happened at lunch, and spent the whole class trying to think of a way around it. There didn't seem to be much hope, this day cemented his status for the rest of the year. He was so angered by that thought he accidentally snapped his pencil in half.
"Um, chill the fuck out, dude," Erasa looks at him with discomfort. "That's the third pencil you've broken in 10 minutes."
Sharpner whispers something to Erasa and hands her a paper. "Oh, Sharpner told me to give you this." She carelessly tosses a piece of crumpled paper towards Gohan, which lands beside his foot. Gohan picks it up and unfolds the paper. It's a picture of a stick figure with 'Sharpner' written on top and a female stick figure with 'Gohan's mom' written beside it. Sharpner is seen penetrating Gohan's mom. Beneath the photo it says "KILL YOURSELF FAGHAN".
Gohan growls in anger. Sharpner and his crew stifle in laughter as they point at him.
"I'm sorry Gohan, you seem to be growling like a pissed off coyote. Oh and it looks like you got something you want to share with the class, hm?" Mr. Punani walks up to the midrow where Gohan is, and takes the crumpled paper from his hand.
"Wait, no! I didn't-" Gohan exclaims.
"My goodness!" Mr. Punani looks at the image with shock and disgust. "You have some sick, sick fantasies my boy. You want that blonde jock fella all over your mommy, don't you?"
"Mr. Punani, I swear-" Gohan tried to interject, but Mr. Punani is having none of it.
"Not another word from you, Gohan. I don't care if that's acceptable in Saudi Arabia, or wherever you're from, but here in Orange Star we take matters like this quite seriously. Now go take this heavy barrels of water and hold them outside for the rest of class!" Mr. Punani says sternly. Sharpner and his crew tries to hold in their laughter as they mock Gohan during his lecture.
"Argh!" Gohan gets up and takes the barrels, walking out of the class in shame. The barrels weren't heavy at all for him, but it's the fact he got in trouble for no reason. He was pissed off and sad beyond belief. Gohan stood there for a good 10 minutes when suddenly something amazing walked by him. A beautiful girl, with dark black hair, pigtails, and an attitude. She didn't even look at Gohan as she sneaked by the class.
"Heh, skipped class again. I knew that doppleganger would come in handy. You're too gangster, Videl." She clenches her fist and grins widely, then runs off down the hall.
So that's Videl! Gohan remembered what Willy said earlier. She really did seem amazing. The bell finally rung and class was over. Gohan had to wait while everyone exited the classroom, Sharpner and his crew made sure to call Gohan a fag before they left.
"You're free to go now Gohan." Mr. Punani calls out from inside the classroom. "Let that be a lesson to you. Bet you got a nice burn from that." He chuckles. "See you tomorrow, Mohammed."
Gohan rolls his eyes and retrieves his bag, and exits the school.
…
Finally, Gohan's nightmare of a day was over. He didn't know how it could have gone worse. Just about every situation went wrong for him. Despite all that, he managed to at least find a friend in Willy, even if he was kind of a loser. On his flight home, he kept thinking about that girl, Videl. At least she wasn't there to witness all of that embarrassment. That means he still had a chance with her. He knew he'd have to find a way to talk to her, but that was tough since she tends to skip class all day.
Gohan finally arrived home, and was greeted by a slightly drunk, overexcited Chi-chi.
"Oh my little Gohan!" She runs up to hug him. "How was your first day of school, sweetie?"
"It was fucking terrible!" Gohan slams his backpack on the floor. "Because of Goten's lunchbox, everyone at school laughed at called me a fag!" Gohan tried to hold back tears as he remembered the traumatic lunchtime events.
Goten chuckles from across the room.
"Oh, Gohan, they're just teasing you. It's just a lunchbox after all." Chi-chi stumbles around the living room and plops onto the couch, and turns the station to Real Housewives of Orange County.
"No mom, it's not just teasing, and it's not just a lunchbox. My high school reputation is ruined, god damn it! From now on, I'm buying my lunch at school. Don't bother packing shit." Gohan folds his arm and walks off into his bedroom. Chi-chi is too focused into her stupid tv show to care, as she pours another glass of wine.
"Hey dipshit, did you get your ass bullied in school today?" Goten chuckles while doing some MLG type stunts in Call of Duty.
"Shut up Goten…" Gohan trembles.
"Oh, I wasn't talking to you, there's this spic on mic I'm trying to get a rise out of." Goten explains. "But glad to know you're a fucking loser too, Gohan!" He breaks into heavy laughter.
"That's it you little fuck!" Gohan unplugs the Xbox One and grabs Goten by his stupid ass hair, and flings him across the room like a frisbee.
"Now fuck off. I need to bust a nut, high school is way to stressful for no-fap." Gohan slams the door and locks it shut.
And with that, Gohan jerked off to thoughts of Videl, desperately trying to forget the memories of what happened today, and start anew tomorrow. Stay tuned for Gohan's next adventure at school in the next exciting chapter.