Hey guys,

sorry about the long wait but I had to move into university and sort some things out and haven't had much time to do what I love.

Although because of your continued support I thought you deserved chapter 2, thank you so much for the kind reviews, it meant a lot to me.

Also a few side notes;

Gohan isn't an emo he just finds it difficult to interact with people when he feels so much guilt.

Gohan will eventually have a harem that actually goes somewhere.

I have big plans for what Gohan will achieve in this Fanfic.

Okay anyway without further ado, here is chapter 2!

Gohan practically ran to the principal's office and made it there in less than a minute, before walking through the door, he knocked and patiently waited for the mature woman to reply.

"Come in," was what rung through the door in a sweet voice.

This was bad. Very bad.

The principal was like a tactical hunter, she was only ever sweet and nice to lure her prey into a false sense of security and nurturing, only to then rip them apart shred by shred.

Gohan nervously opened the huge, dark mahogany door before placing his head round and smiling at the Principal.

Miss Jeffery was mature in her nature but relatively young in her appearance; she had a figure that most women would kill for combined with curves and straight brunette hair that just reached her shoulders. She wore classy yet noticeable makeup, a hint of red on her lips with glasses that were the dreams of teenage boys across the globe. Some might say she was the perfect woman, those who haven't actually met her that is.

Gohan saw the back of the Principal as her desk chair was pointed away from him, he could smell her elegant perfume, see her cute low-cut dress. All part of the ruse of course.

She then turned to Gohan whilst having one hand over her telephone. "Ah Yes Gohan, sit down please I'm just finishing up this call."

The young Saiyan then half nodded and half bowed, a custom he hadn't yet shaken from his world, and gently closed the door before walking into the massive room and sitting down on the arm chair opposite the wily vixen and tried to calm down.

The principal spun back around before continuing her conversation, "Hello? I'm back. Yes anyway, as of today your funding is cut." She said it so callously and distantly that it made Gohan gasp, which earned a grin from Miss Jeffery, annoying our hero even more.

"Look, call me back when you have results, you have until Friday or your little charity goes bye-bye." She said in advance of slamming the phone down, she then shone an innocent smile towards Gohan to prepare to start their conversation.

"Um hello Miss Principal, um I mean Miss Jeffery Principal…" Gohan hit his forehead with his palm and took a breath "I mean Principal Jeffery, what can I do for you?"

"Ah yes Gohan, I wanted to speak to you about the scholarships that have been piling up on my desk." She smiled after and the teen breathed a sigh of relief, probably thanking some kind of God that she wasn't mad. "I really was happy for you, happy for the recognition for the school and then…" She paused in a way that made Gohan realise that he had fallen right into the trap that he had seen so many foolish kids fall into, and so he mentally slapped himself whilst she continued. "And then you decided to ridicule one of our best professors in front of a class of impressionable teens."

Miss Jeffery removed her stylish glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose, Gohan gulped in fear and anticipation.

"Why would you do such a thing to a person who was so proud of you? Someone who would proclaim in the teacher's lounge to have found the next star in the field that he loves." Her tone confused and surprised him, it wasn't of anger or brutality but of disappointment.

'Wait what Shaw hated me, he always picked on me.' Gohan readied his defence to Miss Jeffery's bold claims.

"I um, I had no idea. He was always so ruthless, it was like he was picking on me because I was better than the other kids. Like he thought I always had something to prove, I know more about physics now than he'll ever know and yet what I have to live with is his unending questions and expectations. He doesn't do any of that to anyone else, not Charlie, not Becky, not Robert, not Kara. Only me. That in my book is bullying." Gohan blurted out, he hated this but he couldn't just bury his head in the sand anymore, he needed to explain.

"He did that because he expected more from you." She coldly retorted. "He saw your attitude as wasted talent. He saw something in you he wished he had in himself. Your outburst today has hurt him deeply, he went straight home after because he was 'too distraught'."

Gohan's eyes widened at the thought that his little flare-up caused the teacher he thought to be his enemy to go home crying home from work, maybe he was more emotionally invested in him than Gohan knew.

The awkward silence was interrupted by a huge crash-like sound heard not too far from the office, just down the hall. 'The secretary's office? What's going on?' Gohan's mind immediately flashed away from his current encounter with the Principal and to the new threat that seemed far too close to home, so to speak.

"What on earth was that?" The Principal half shrieked as she said it, to which Gohan determined she was either scared or shocked, either way it was nice to see she had emotions, maybe too nice as Gohan began to smirk in enjoyment of the moment.

"I'll go check Miss, be back in a few. Or should we evacuate? There's only five minutes left of school anyway. It may be a wise decision, to save as many people as possible." Gohan said calmly which alarmed the Principal greatly. 'Especially since you don't have the Dragon Balls.' He thought on a side note.

Just as the Principal was about to reply, the announcement microphone rang through the school.

"Oh no no no, you can't leave the school yet. Class is still in session. But if you want to try and avoid the motion-detecting bombs on every floor and exit, be our guest. That'd be a neat trick if you ask me hahaha and I should know I am the Trickster." The high pitched annoying voice called out. "Now will all students and faculty please all report to us in the gymnasium for an extra-curricular super special lesson work, it's going to be a blast. HAhaHAhaHA." The maniacal man nearly screamed down the microphone.

Gohan had a visible tick on his forehead, like his day could actually get worse. Well it just did. He turned back to the Principal who was cowering behind her tall desk chair, her bravado and confidence well and truly dissipated from the terrifying words the deranged man had spoken.

"Look Miss Jeffery, you stay here okay? I'm going to do something about the bombs. Buy us some time, maybe? Stay under the desk, don't open the window or do anything that may cause alarm to anyone on the outside, we don't know how many there are." Gohan coolly stated as he began walking towards the door, no fear in his expression only determination and annoyance.

"Wh-what do you mean? You're the pupil and I'm the teacher, I should protect you right? I mean I can't let you die, what about your future? How would you even disable the bombs? What if there are men outside? What if-" With tears and worry very evident on her face she called out to him trying to convince him, only stopping to try to think of more reasons for him not to go.

Gohan still facing away from the Principal with one hand on the door knob and nothing but a composed expression on his face said this, "Look, I may not have made any friends here but that doesn't mean I'm going to sit by and allow these people, who I probably should have tried better with, to die. My father would be ashamed if I did."

"Plus I'm not just a genius in physics you know." He turned back to the mentally frail woman and winked.

Gohan left the speechless woman and closed the door behind him, ripping his side of the door handle off with ease, securing her safety from possible henchman or worse.

He saw classes walking in a hasty and panicked fashion towards the gymnasium at the centre of the school, going unnoticed by standing behind one of the lockers.

'Right, at every one of the exits he said. That's where I should start, I'll just take out anyone I see on the way to minimalize the damage they can do. I wonder if this is how heroes think?' Gohan internally chuckled to himself at the thought of even considering himself to be like a hero.

It wasn't long until Gohan came across the first set of explosives, with his knowledge of chemistry, engineering and a ki blast to just the right place, he easily disarmed the shiny metallic bomb and moved onto the next exit.

'So the bombs aren't linked together? What, are they trying to lure in a team or someone with crazy speed? Either way I need to hurry.' And with that Gohan began infusing his legs with ki and running extremely fast down the hallway, impressively so in fact.

Whilst Gohan ran from bomb to bomb he realised that there was no resistance to him at all, no henchman, partners or even devoted fan boys. This was plain strange to Gohan, but he'd only seen this kind of thing in the tattered comic books that were left in the play room by one of the older kids who outgrew the place so he just let it be.

The young Saiyan was coming to the last exit now, hopefully meaning the last bomb although something in him felt uneasy. 'This makes no sense, what is their purpose? They told us where the bombs are, there's no money here or anything valuable. What could they be after?'

The worry and confusion of the situation only made him run more rapidly, he was close to the final explosive that he knew of. He had to hurry though.

'This is far too simple, from what I've heard of this Trickster, there's always a twist or a trick as it were.'

Gohan's brow furrowed as he sped down the hallway, lockers being forced open due to the force the speed he was running at produced, he had to make it. He wouldn't fail this time.

Meanwhile in the Gymnasium; the pupils, the teachers, everyone apart from the Trickster, his unnamed associate and twenty-five armed henchman were sitting down, cross legged with their hands on their heads.

Many girls and boys were in tears, some teachers as well were balling their eyes out at the impending doom they thought they were destined for and they had plenty of reason to be concerned, every exit was covered by three or four gunman with fully automatic rifles. Of course they knew of the heroes but it was rare for them to be in New York, so that means that they would be reliant on the police for this matter, a thought that put no one's mind to rest. Since the Justice League was formed the confidence in the police force had decreased dramatically, for no matter how valiant a police officer is, they aren't up to the same tasks or calibre as the supers, that's just the way it was unfortunately.

Gohan's classmates were all gathered together in a huddle-like formation and whispering near silently to one another, petrified of being heard.

"Guy's where's Gohan?" A medium-sized girl with ocean blue eyes and beautifully long blonde hair asked with a worrisome expression on her face.

"Oh shit. I don't know Kara do you think he got caught on the way back from the principal's office?" She gulped before asking, "Or worse?" her dark brown eyes glazed over with worry and she was near tears. Being near tears for a class outcast just shows the kindness that would come to be expected by everyone at Radleigh high from Julie, 'class A's angel' as she was dubbed by many.

Kara was now extremely annoyed, someone she deemed a close friend was now crying because of the actions of a stupid genius and a group of stupid villains.

She was pissed, but no one knew what she was capable of and her cousin sure as hell wouldn't like her to reveal such information to an entire school.

In an effort to calm her rage Kara begin to clench her fists into balls, attracting the unwanted attention of a few henchman who proceded to walk over to the young blonde with lust and depraved thoughts rushing through their moronic minds.

Three of them approached the Kryptonian, two carrying assault rifles and one proudly displaying a bowie knife and a sadistic smile that only a henchman of the worst mindset could ever possibly hope to display.

The previously mentioned knife-holding brute approached Kara hastily and grabbed her by the arm, not to give away her secret in front of her friends she allowed him to pull her away until he threw her on the floor a few metres away from her friends. Of course she had to act hurt and weak in front of her friends but if she felt so inclined then this thug wouldn't be breathing, although her cousin would probably disagree with that course of action.

Her friends shrieked and cried in horror for their fellow classmate, Julie especially was screaming very loudly until she was interrupted by one of the other two assailants shoving a gun in her face to keep her quiet.

The fiend who had hold of Kara began groping her ferociously, causing tears to flow from all of her friends and a great anger to arise inside of the young Kryptonian. Causing the henchman to snigger and grin a taunting grin that could even piss off her goody two shoes cousin.

Suddenly the doors flung open and the armed gunman began falling one by one after being struck by a flash of red and yellow, too fast for most to see. However the green arrows that incapacitated the remainder of the henchman in the gymnasium were much easier to see, but still inhuman in pace.

"Sorry we're late, Greeny's car can'g go as fast as me I'm afraid." The blur of red and yellow said after coming to an abrupt halt whilst holding all the machine guns that the henchman had been using and laughing in a childish manner, pretty much teasing the opposition.

"Sorry about Flash, he's got a bit of a quick mouth but his hearts in the right place I guess." Said Green Arrow as he casually walked through the now open doorway with and with an arrow coiled back and ready to fire at the Trickster, just waiting for an opening.

The only assailants left to be dealt with were; the deranged madman holding a knife to the throat to of the youngest undercover Superhero in the room, the Trickster and a seemingly kinder man who had been giving out tea to the victims. That confused everyone in the room but now that Green Arrow was here the gig was up.

"Barton stop!" screamed Green Arrow whilst altering the direction of his trusty bow to now face the very evil that required his presence and knowledge on the matter.

"Barton? Oh crap! No one drink the tea!" screamed Flash, now realising that this was one of the Green Arrow's famous villains, 'The Doll Maker.'

A maniacal laugh began to emanate from the direction of both the Trickster and the Doll Maker.

On second glance the Flash and the Green Arrow realised that half of the girls in the room were completely unresponsive to the situation, it was too late.

"Now you didn't think it would be that easy did you? Now half of the girls in this room have been turned into dolls, through the use of a polymer that only Barton and I have the antidote too. You can't move them else the polymer speeds up and encases their entire body into plastic. Of course if you don't move them you've got about thirty minutes to save them, however you can't forget the bombs that are going to detonate in the next five minutes and even though your friend or whoever they are has been destroying a few, they have no idea about the amount of bombs in the basement. So how are you going to do it heroes? That's the real trick." Trickster bellowed the last line confidently, whilst the two heroes began to sweat on the matter.

Elsewhere Gohan continued running frantically in his valiant effort to destroy all the bombs, but something was playing on his mind…