Editing is going smoothly. The simplicity of my old vocab is a little funny hahaha, but other than fixing some fragmented sentences and changing up a few words, mostly pretty good. I have a feeling i went back before now to fix annoying typos but I didn't fix it on the site. My bad :P
After all that time, Gohan's first day at school finally arrived. He woke up to see Goten jumping over his abdomen. He groaned in annoyance, finally getting up. That movement caused the miniature Goku to fall butt first to the floor. He just laughed it off of course. Gohan lazily made his way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then he slipped on a plain white T-shirt that wasn't so tight as to show all his muscles, but wasn't huge either. He also put on some dark blue jeans that were a little torn on each knee and a little around his didn't get torn on purpose, but thats what happens when you spar against Goten in anything other than combat clothes. It didn't look that bad in Gohan's eyes though.
He went downstairs to find a breakfast that had enough food for 50 men. That, or two demi-Saiyans. They ate their fill and Gohan flew off with a black, home made leather bag slung around his shoulder. He heard his mother and brother wish him good luck as he sped off.
Flying over the city gates not too long after, he noticed that said gates had a large picture of Hercule Satan nailed onto them. That man had taken credit for Gohan's victory. He didn't really care that much. Cell was defeated and the world was at peace. That was all that mattered to Gohan. Mr. Satan would get what he deserved soon enough. Wether it be by Vegeta losing his temper or the world finding out that he lied, karma had that way of dealing with things.
Gohan kept flying until he saw the school gates, he landed right in front of them. There wasn't that many people looking at him, since most students were already in doors, but the few that were out there couldn't help but stare at the teenager that had just dropped form the sky as if it was nothing new. Gohan didn't think it was strange for him to fly to school, therefore he disregarded the few weird looks he received.
Entering the building, he heard many giggles coming from groups of girls. As the naive person Gohan was, he thought it to be nothing special or out of the ordinary. They had probably just heard a good joke or something. Until, that is, he heard a short conversation coming from one of the groups.
"Hey, isn't that guy like really hot!" Said a tall brunette.
"Who!?" Exclaimed her friend who's eyes were outlined with a heavy dose of eyeliner.
"That one!" she said while bluntly pointing at Gohan. If the Saiyan hadn't have been listening to that conversation before then, he would have been then.
"Oh my gosh, you're right!" And then both girls began to giggle.
'So that was what all the giggling was about' thought Gohan. He dismissed all the girls staring at him, and didn't even notice that there were a few students whom were probably older than him giving him a terrible glare. Of course the demi-Saiyan wouldn't actually be threatened by those glares even if he did notice them, but he didn't know about the customary beating of the freshman that came with it.
Gohan kept wandering about until he found what looked like the gymnasium, where many students where gathering. He had read in a book that the first day of High School was usually just the entrance ceremony along with meeting the class and a few teachers. Gohan had scored perfect marks on the entrance exam and had been asked by the school to make the incoming freshman speech.
He had refused, stating that he wasn't good with words towards people. That was true but it was also due to the fact that he hadn't come from a regular middle school, therefore he had no idea what he was supposed to say at a time like that.
He made his way to the freshman area which was kindly pointed out by a large 1 surrounded by many students. The ceremony was generally boring. Not only to Gohan but to everyone around him. They were made to stand in two lines for each year. One for girls and one for boys. It was ordered by height. Gohan stood a little closer to the back, showing that he was a little taller than the average freshman.
He wasn't really paying much attention to what the people on the stage where saying. He was more concerned about the small chatter his new classmates where having. Many of them where complaining that their legs hurt and that they didn't want to be there. Gohan was slightly confused. How could their legs hurt by just standing on them? Sure it was more comfortable to be seated, but it wasn't that hard to remain standing for an hour or two. But he had to admit that they were right in saying that this was boring and he would have rather been in a slightly different scenario.
After an hour and a half of speeches, announcements and the rules being stated clearly for all students, said students where finally guided to a large board which stated in which class they would be in. With the crowd of students, Gohan wasn't tall enough to find his name. So to allow himself to see better, he levitated himself about a foot into the air and was able to find his name under the category of 1-C. Nobody noticed that his feet weren't touching the floor, and it didn't even come to his mind that it was out of the ordinary.
Gohan walked to his classroom slowly, trying to map out the school in his mind. Apparently he was going too slow since when he entered the class it seemed as if everyone was seated and the teacher was already talking.
"How nice of you to join us," said the teacher. He paused and looked at some papers on his desk, probably to confirm the boy's name, "Mr. Son"
"I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I got lost" Gohan lied easily to avoid himself getting into trouble. The teacher motioned for him to take a seat and Gohan quickly scanned the room for an empty spot. He found one in the back row with the window on one side and a cheerful looking blond on the other. He sat down and leaned back a bit on his chair.
The teacher continued to explain more things about the school. Mostly he was just re-stating the rules that had been read earlier that day in his own words. He then handed each student their schedules and left the room, telling the class that they were allowed to talk amongst themselves while they waited for their next teacher to arrive.
The bubbly blond looked at Gohan, "Hi!" she said. She was as cheerful as she looked, reminded Gohan of Bulma a bit in her younger years. "My name is Erasa. I came from South Middle School along with my friends Videl and Sharpener. What about you?"
"Hi, I'm Gohan" he responded, happily enough but no where near happy enough to match Erasa. "I've been home schooled up until now."
He received a sympathetic smile from both Erasa and a dark haired girl he figured to be Videl. "Poor you! You can't have many friends if you've never been to an actual school!" Erasa shouted and Videl nodded in agreement.
"Actually most of my friends are my late father's old friends. We get along great, but its not the same as having friends your own age dealing with similar problems." Sure, he was pretty certain that no one had problems like his. Risk of a dinosaur stomping over his house. Or maybe another android or alien attack. But then again, he did have an annoying mother and brother. Normal teenagers had to deal with that, right? "I've only ever made one friend my age since I also live in a pretty isolated place."
"Really?" Videl asked curiously. She batted her deep sapphire eyes "From where do you commute, how far is it from here? Must be a good distance if there aren't any teens around."
Gohan was glad that he seemed to be making friends right off the bat. "I live in the 439 Mountain area. Northing really around my house other than trees and stuff. I have an incredible view from my window though."
"You must be kidding, man!" Shouted the other person who was listening to their conversation. Erasa had identified him as Sharpener.
'Like a pencil Sharpener?' Gohan asked himself. He had pretty long blond hair and seemed pretty buff. Gohan didn't mind it because he could sense his power level to be quite low.
"Thats like five hours away by car! What time do you wake up to get here on time?!" He seemed pretty stressed out and surprised.
"I never said a drove here." Gohan said bluntly. "I fly of course."
His new classmates figured he saved up money to buy a plane or helicopter capsule or something. But it was still really far away. "You must be pretty lonely out there. That must be why you take so much trouble to get here." Videl said. More sympathy in her eyes. "If you want, I could arrange for you to have a residence here to spend the week. You can go home on the weekends but if you live around here it'll be so much easier!" She was very proud of that idea she had formulated for her new friend.
Gohan began to blush. She was such a kind girl. He remembered that Lime bought an apartment in the city so she could study here. It was a good idea. "I'm so touched you'd do that for me!" He exclaimed, his eyes watering of how happy he was. But he shook his head. What would happen to Goten if he wasn't around for him. "But I don't think I can leave my little brother alone with my mum for all that time. Its really not that much trouble for me to get here... I fly pretty fast"
Videl was about to respond to that when the teacher came in and silence everyone. "G'morning class! I am Mr. Marco, I will be your homeroom teacher for this term." He was a tall skinny man. He had a short gray beard and round glasses. His head was half bald. He had hair on a line going from one ear to the other and down his neck. A typical old guy look.
The class was chattering silently again, not paying all that much attention to the old man that just came in. Mr. Marco cleared his throat, attempting to get the class to turn his way, and there was silence again. "Now, you all know the scores you got on the entrance exams, but you don't know exactly where you got things wrong. So I'm returning these testes to you so you can study them." There was a panic going around most of the class. They didn't want to let their new friends know how badly they'd done or how they just made it in by one point.
Gohan laughed to himself because everyone was feeling the same. Erasa was a bubbly as ever. Videl had a confident smirk across her face. She had done pretty well, Gohan guessed. Sharpener was the only one of his new friends that was uneasy about what the teacher just said.
The teacher began calling the students by alphabetical order. He went down the list one student at a time. Erasa went and came. A few names later, Sharpener also retrieved his test. The list continued until the teacher called "Satan, Videl!". Gohan was confused.
He turned to Erasa "Satan, as in Hercule Satan?" he asked her.
She smiled as widely as ever. "Yup! You didn't know?" Gohan shook his head. He had no idea that she was the daughter of the man who took his credit and title. Well, he wasn't really that interested about the title, Hercule could have it. But it was still interesting. It was only then that Gohan noticed that Videl's power level was significantly higher than the rest of the people in the room. It wasn't any higher than his mother's was, but for a normal human it was high.
"Son, Gohan!" The teacher called next. Gohan stood up and walked towards the teacher's desk. He received a small praise from Mr. Marco for his perfect score, and then he returned to his seat.
'Son,' Videl thought. 'I recognize that name from somewhere, but where?' She had sat down again in between her two friends. She was holding her test paper with a red 97% on it in her hand. Her mind was traveling, searching each corner of her memory for that name.
Gohan sat back down and Erasa decided to take a peak at his score. He had been home schooled his whole life, if that had been the case for her, she wouldn't have even learned to count beyond one hundred. From the corner of her eye she saw a '100%' written in large red print. The pride she had from her 83% flew out the window compared to that. She was left speechless and was stuttering uncontrollably, without even spitting out a single word that made any sense.
"Hey, what's wrong Erasa?" Sharpener asked, noticing her state of shock. Videl would have noticed first but she was still thinking of that name.
Erasa couldn't do much more than point towards Gohan's test score. He was surprised as well. His measly 77% didn't stand a chance. But he was sure that his girl, or so he wished, Videl was more for brawn that brains.
"I got it!" Videl said. She hit the side of her fist into her palm. Gohan raised his eyebrows. Had she made a huge discovery or something? He waited for her to continue. "The name 'Son'! I recognize it because the world champ before my dad was named 'Goku Son'!"
'So thats what she'd been thinking about,' Gohan said to himself. "Thats my dad." he said. Her eyes widened just as much as Erasa's had when she had seen his score.
"Well, what happened to him?!" Videl asked curiously. "He didn't enter a single tournament after the one he had won. But I heard that the two other times he was in it he was a runner up. And he was the youngest to ever enter too! There was not junior devision back then so he fought the adults." She didn't know why she was stating so many facts that Gohan probably already knew. It was probably to demonstrate that she knew about the subject and was genuinely interested.
"Well," Gohan began to explain "after that victory, he married my mum. She had searched all over the world for him, and when she had found him, she wasn't going to let him get away. They moved into the 439 Area and a year later, I was born." He hoped that that would be enough to explain why he never went back to the World Martial Arts Tournament.
"You know what I just thought of?!" Videl asked eagerly. Gohan shook his head. "My dad is the current champ, and yours is the previous. Wouldn't it be awesome to see a match between those two?!" Gohan knew that it wouldn't be such a nice battle. His father was way too strong to fight a mere human. But if he said that, he was sure that Videl wouldn't be too happy. He had fooled the whole world with his lie. Gohan's social life would never progress if he openly stated that he didn't believe Satan.
"It would be a good battle." Gohan lied. Videl's eyes began to shine. She was hoping that this would actually happen. But Gohan had a perfect reason why it couldn't. "Too bad its impossible."
"Why?" Erasa asked, now focused on the conversation. She was finally distracted enough to forget about that test score.
"You scared that your old man would just embarrass himself against the champ?" Sharpener asked teasingly.
"Its not that. I'm pretty sure that dad can put up a good fight, even against the champ. He was the champion at one point himself, and he's gotten a lot stronger since then." He lied again. Goku could put up more than a fight. He could kill Hercule in seconds if he wanted to.
"So then whats the problem?" Videl asked. She was sure that the previous champ could fight her father and give him a much harder time than most of the people who enter the Tournament these days. And she could easily schedule a match for them.
"He's not with us anymore." Gohan finally said. He had a very sad look in his eye. He hadn't remembered about his father's death for a long time. About the fact that he had died because Gohan had gotten too cocky and didn't want to kill Cell the first chance he got. 'Its my fault' he thought.
He almost began to cry, but then he remembered his father's words. He was happy where he was. Training or maybe even stuffing his face right now. He remembered what Krillen had told him about the other world. Goku could keep his body and keep training and doing what he loved. He he managed to compose himself and look up.
Three pairs of sad eyes looked up to him. "Hey! Don't worry guys!" he said, trying to get his new friends peppy and happy again. "It happened a while ago and I'm over it." That was, yet again, another lie. But he couldn't make his friends think he was some sort of emo kid.
"Are you sure your alright?" Erasa asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. Gohan nodded with a smile.
Sharpener felt that this wasn't a good mood and decided to change it. "So, Gohan, whats up with your test? You some kind of nerd?" He said motioning to his perfect score again.
Videl just now noticed that he had gotten everything correct. "Wow" she said quietly.
"Yeah!" Erasa said, her bubbly demeanor back in its place "You should of given the entrance speech or something."
"The score is like that because my mother drilled all my studies into my brain. She made want to be a scholar or something by the age of four. Thats why I can't leave my little brother on his own." Gohan said. Even though he had had his dad, he still turned out to be a crybaby until Piccolo came along. But Goten was so much like their father that there was no way for him to put everything he had into studying. "And I didn't give that speech thing because I have no idea what I'm supposed to say. This is my first time in a school, remember?"
"Well then Brains, you better not be a nerd and talk about school stuff all the time!" Sharpener said. He didn't want the mountain boy to get the better of him.
"So how old is your brother?" Erasa asked. She kept batting her eyelashes in a weird way. Gohan didn't understand that she was flirting.
"His name is Goten, he's four now. The crazy little tike runs all over the place!" Gohan said cheerfully. Talking about Goten and talking about Goku where like polar opposite subjects. Though they looked the same and had very similar personalities.
"Your eleven years older than him?!" Videl exclaimed. "How old where your parents when they had you?" The large age gap seemed to confuse her.
"Hmm" Gohan said thinking a bit. "I guess they were around 19 or 20 when I was born. They both grew up in a fairly rural area, so they have different concepts of matrimony than city people do I guess." In fact, Goku still probably thought that being married to someone meant only living with said person.
He was about to elaborate his response when Mr. Marco called the attention of the class. He noticed that not a single student had been reviewing their test for longer than a few minutes after they had received it. They had all just gone back to chattering. Then there were some like Gohan and Videl who didn't even turn away from the front page. "This is the end of today's lessons." Mr. Marco announced "You are all dismissed!"
Many people started to chatter and talk a little louder than they had been previously. Gohan guessed that the constant talking was a very common thing in school. He felt sorry for the teachers. As he stood up, he felt someone take a hold of his arm. It was Erasa.
"Gohan! You have to hang out with us for a while!" She exclaimed. He smiled slightly and followed her lead.
The four of them ended up in a small café. Since Gohan had been talking about himself all day, he decided to ask a little about them. He had learned that Sharpener used to be a wimp not too long ago. He also learned that Videl's dad was a pretty decent guy if you went past the lies and his constant boasting. What shocked Gohan the most was that these three had been friends since they were seven years old. And now he was just magically allowed into their group. That made him sort of happy.