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Chapter Two

Saved by the bell, thought Gohan. "Gohan, wait!" he heard Mrs. Ando croak. Too soon. He cringed as he waked back to his teacher. "Gohan, your grades have dropped."

"What! No, no, no, no wait…. How?" Gohan racked his brain, desperately searching for an ounce of imperfection, but he found none. He didn't get anything lower than one hundred ever since he began school, this didn't make any sense.

"Gohan, when you ditch class, there are always consequences."

"But, I've aced every test." Gohan said desperately, hoping for a way out and fearing his mother's reaction.

"Yes, Gohan. You are very brilliant and talented, but that is only a fraction of your grade. You are at an A minus-"

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" he yelled. An A minus! Minus! Chichi was going to throw a fit.

"Gohan, calm down, there is no need to get all worked up." Gohan stopped his mini panic attack. Maybe there was hope after all. The heavy strain was lifted off his mind. There was a way to fix this, there had to be.

"Can I raise my grade up? I'll do anything."

"I'm afraid not, the marking period ended at the bell. Report cards are going out tomorrow. But you can always bring up your grade next marking period." Just like that. With that small phrase, his hopes were crushed. Son Gohan the great, savior of the world, protector of innocence, saiyaman, no. He would not go down without a fight. He can….. that's it, Gohan couldn't do anything. For the first time ever, he was at a complete lost. He walked out, his mood worse than before. He decided to take a small walk and think. Think about his failure, think about the punishment he knew he was going to get, think about his life, and his dad. Speaking of which…

"Dad?" he asked confused when the unmistakable figure of his father appeared. He looked like he was in deep concentration with two of his fingers put to his forehead in his Instant Transmission pose. He has got to teach me that one day, thought Gohan.

Goku's face brightened up as a huge smile appeared on his face, like he had just realized his son was there. "Hey, Gohan!"

"Hey dad," said Gohan solemnly, lacking the enthusiasm that Goku had in his greeting.

"What's wrong," asked Goku. He had never seen Gohan this down before.

"Dad, if I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell Mom," Gohan began, searching his father's face to try and read his expression. He didn't want to disappoint Goku, all his life he had been trying his best not to do that.

"Go on Gohan, you know you can tell me anything." He said genuinely, worry etching all over his face. Whatever Gohan did, it must be bad.

"I got an A minus," he finally said. The words tearing apart his soul. He stood before his father and felt that everything he had done his entire life to please him had disappeared. He waited for the upcoming verbal lashing he knew he was bound to get. Then, Goku did the unexpected, he laughed.

"Gohan, that is what you're worried about." He gave Gohan a pat on the back. "You worry too much!" To say Gohan was confused was an understatement. He had no idea what was going on. Did his dad not hear the minus? Does his dad not realize that minus means failure? Just as he was about to ask his dad why he didn't yell at him, he interrupted.

"Anyways… your mom wanted me to get you, Bulma invited us over."

"Oh, ok," he replied. He honestly didn't want to see anyone at the moment, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice. His dad put one hand on Gohan's shoulder, and the other on his head. His face contorted into one of deep thought and they were teleported to the infamous Capsule Corp.

"Gohan!" greeted Goten. The way he greeted his brother was like he hadn't seen him in centuries when in reality, he had just seen him at breakfast the same day.

"Hi Goten, hi Trunks." Trunks gave him a two fingered wave in the weird way he said hi. He put two fingers to his forehead, and nodded. Moments like these made Gohan marvel at genetics. Even these trivial gestures were inherited from either Bulma or Vegeta, and Gohan knew it was the latter.

Gohan greeted everyone kindly and they all got settled down. Bulma and Chichi took a seat next to each other on the same couch while Gohan and Goku sat together. They spoke for a bit about nothing of importance, then Vegeta walked in.

"Kakarot." Said Vegeta. Goku stood, knowing what Vegeta had wanted.

"To the gravity room!" Goku said childishly, his Saiyan blood pouncing in excitement. Do something Gohan, tell them. He thought.

"I want to train!" he said too excitedly. "I… I want to train, too, if that's okay?" His hands were sweaty, but he had no idea why. Was he excited? Was he nervous? All he knew what that he had to train.

"Sure son," said Goku. Then he looked at Vegeta. "That's okay with you, right?" He just grunted and Goku took that as a yes.

"Follow me," he said and led them through their house (which was more like a small town) and to the gravity room.

Hey; that was chapter two and don't worry, there will be a lot of action soon, trust me. And when I say action, I don't just mean a spar, I mean action! Please Review!