Chapter Two
Introductions
(Recap: When we last left off, Gohan had just managed to escape a strange coal haired girl that had some desire to know what had happened at the bank, and was rather demanding)
As Gohan approached the imposing structure of public learning he walked at normal human speed, this was fast in comparison to the sub-snail pace of the students. They barley lifted their feet and were in multiple conversations at once. He entered the main office to find the front desk empty with a note that directed all student needing forms or no health related aid to go directly to the principal's office, those with complaints and off campus appointment to go to the vice principal, and the sick and or injured to go to the nurse, with arrows pointing to each office. Gohan approached the principal's office and knocked on the door. After hearing a pen click on wood, and a loud sip Gohan heard the principal say, "Come in, and shut the door behind you." Gohan did so. "I don't believe I have seen you in my office before, what brings you here?" said the principal mildly. Gohan replied, "I am a new student and I need a printout of my schedule." The principal stood and extended their hand, "That explains why I had not seen you before, Welcome to Orange Star High, I am Principal Johnson. Sorry for the inconvenience but the secretary is sick." They shook hands, Mr. Johnson was surprised by the boy's overwhelming grip. Mr. Johnson turned to his computer and started to furiously tap keys, "I will need your surname, given name, and occupation if any to verify that you are you." Gohan wanting to keep as much of work hidden as possible answered," Son, Gohan, Capsule Corporation Research and Development." It was not uncommon for CC to employ teens in all their departments, usually to handle cleaning and paperwork. After Mr. Johnson had finished typing his eyes became fixed to the screen. The records showed that this boy had taken almost every course available at the partnering University. He was even more dumfounded when he saw the occupations of the boy, "Two, and t…th…that?" Gohan noticed the situation shift and knew that the principal had found something he was not prepared for. Gohan spoke in a calm yet commanding tone, "I would prefer if you kept my employment secret, as well as my university work. I am here because my mother wants two things, me to have social interactions with people my own age, and what all mothers want, some sooner than others." Mr. Johnson sat in his thoughts for a literal moment, one and a half minutes, before regaining his composure, he said, "Very well. It will not be open to any but the administrators, by law I have to let them know what each student does in terms of work." Gohan Smiled and thanked the man before being given his schedule.
Class had not yet started and he got to his first class right as the teacher was unlocking the door. He explained that he was the new student in the school. Mr. Mathews told Gohan to wait in the hall until he called him in so that he could be properly introduced to his classmates. After 15 minutes the teacher beckoned the boy in after a short prefacing to the class. "That your que my boy." Said Mr. Mathews. Gohan entered and greeted the class," Peace to you all, my name is Son, Gohan, and I hope that my time here will be eventful." The class was taken aback by the very formal if not archaic greeting given them so early in the morning, early for them. Mr. Mathews chimed in, "Gohan has received perfect scores on all the entrance exams. You would do well to learn from his example." At this the class became tumultuous. Some directed glares at the teacher for scolding them, others directed anger at the new kid because the thought that the new kid had aced the exams, a feat the vast multitude of them had thought undoable, made them acrimonious. Some of the dimmer minds called him a cheater, for which he rose from his initial bow and glared them to silence. Gohan rebuked the crowd, "I will not have it be said of me that I have achieved anything but by study, practice and reliable, though at time over bearing mentorship. You who know me not, have no grounds to make such slanderous accusations upon me. The root of your clams might be found in your own inability as compared to my zeal." This statement is true for fighting is a form of study and practice of that which is nonacademic, and all his teachers had driven him to greatness in all fields. Most of those who had spoken against him were already failing the class, or were close to. At this statement the most enlightened minds in the class were happy to have another mind that could work at speed, rather than having to slow the pace for a partner with a D or worse.
In a calm cheerful tone Gohan asked, "Sir, were might I sit?" This shocked the class that much is absolute, but perked the interest of Videl Satan. She knew by the look of his cloth that this was the same boy she had seen at the stopped Bank robbery. She in her detective work had learned that it is rare for one to be able to quickly shift from one mood to another. The basic exceptions were actors, fighters, people in great pain of any kind, the soon to die, bipolar persons and psychopaths. This New kid did not seem to be a fighter, in any pain, or at risk of coming down with a savvier case of death Videl thought. She went deeper to her thoughts, 'He does not peg me as a theater type, but it is still possible. I had better keep my eyes peeled. I would rather no one get hurt, but if he is bipolar, or a nut job, he could lash out randomly. I shall observe, and subdue him if it becomes necessary'
(AN: An actor is trained to change outward emotions on que, fighters can go from joking to being dead serious in any given fight, and I hope the rest are self-explanatory.)
Mr. Mathews told Gohan to take any open seat. With that the case a blond girl stud up and said, "Hay cutie there's an empty seat next to me." In an almost seductive voice. Gohan in semi ignorance to the girl's voice stated flatly "That solves that problem." and started to ascend the stairs to his new chair. Videl had wanted to observe, but from a better distance and angle. It would be harder to observe him from the side, and what's more is that now Erasa is in the line of fire of any attacks he might make. Videl in pondering these thoughts of her plan fallen through cracks, and endangered friends thought, 'If He does anything to harm her, I will kick him in the head.' As Gohan approached, Erasa Spoke again, "Hay new guy, my name is Erasa, with a capital E.", this time in a joking manner. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." Gohan said in return. Erasa, always sociable introduced her friends, "This is Videl and that is Sharpener." Videl did not like it when Erasa introduced her to every person they came across. She disliked most that she was soon to be the center of unbroken praise from a stranger she had not helped and could possibly be prone to valance or giving people sudden cases of death, likely only so that he could get to her father and his riches or erase such a big name. Erasa took but a short pause for a breath before continuing, "You will never guess who Videl's father is?" Gohan rather puzzled asked, "Why would her father be of any importance to me or of who she is?" "Your view may change once you find out that her father is Mr. Satan." There was silence for a moment before Gohan spoke, "That showboat Hercule is your father, I feel sorry for you. You must often be crowded by unwanted inquirers. However; who your father is still does not shape you as whole, and I often find that parents are not the primary former of a person. In that sense I knowing who your father is irrelevant to understanding you Videl." The three teens were sucked into the abyss of their shock, how could this boy possibly find Him, The Champ, unimportant in determining who Videl is, let alone not prostrate before her? To the world she was she was only the imposing daughter of the world campion, daughter of the savior of the world and without a doubt the world's strongest man. Viddel was rendered incapable of producing sound waves. The other two remained in a stupor for a moment until they realized they had come to the same basic assertions of their friendship with Videl years ago. This new kid had managed to pierce the fabric of what all three had come to expect of people when they discover they are in the same space of a celebrity.
"Hey Nerd boy." Sharpner was the first to regain command on his vocal cords had decided on a nickname for the new guy, "The way you verbally bested the others tells me you have some skills in defense. A fighter does not need to use his fist to show others they are wrong. Are you a fighter of ideas, the body or both and if the latter two how much do you work out, and how long have you been practicing." Gohan knew that this spelled trouble for his secrets department. Managing to keep his countenance from showing fear, Gohan replied, "I exercise enough to keep my body healthy, and thus my mind, as for experience, I have a plethora of skills gained in greater than 10 winters." The three around Gohan went bug eyed. The only one among them with that kind of experience was Videl, as her father had started training her when she was 7 or 8. Videl having her curiosity peeked and being somewhat relived that her new classmate was not going to start a murderous rampage, asked "If you are so experienced, why have I not seen you in any tournaments?" The two blonds still dumfounded continued their voided looks. Gohan not lying, but speaking in half-truth, spoke in a mildly consoling manner, "I fight for survival, not prizes. My family's lifestyle is sufficient, so that's prize money out the window as a motivator. As for survival," his voice getting more ominous, "I live in an area where one's life is always on the line." Erasa chiming in with her sheltered view or the world, "where could you possibly live that would be a constant threat to your life?" Videl thought, 'Mabey he lives in a slum or bad part of town. That would explain his defensive mannerisms and supposed skills, but not his use of grammar and lack of adoration to my father. He is a mystery boned in a conundrum.' Gohan continuing as if he had not been questioned continued, "This is my first time in a moderately safe environment in a while. I live in the high mountains, the 439 area, on the border of the Ox Kingdom. In that area you need to know your surroundings, and how to defend against, and/or avoid unnecessary conflicts. If you are unable to accomplish that you will end up eaten by beasts, shot by hunters mistaking you for a dear, or end up dead on some Vagabond's sword. You must fight to live, and as such I have seen death to the point of innumerability. Friends, thieves, deranged persons, simple farmers, and pristine beasts from the dawn of time, all of these I have seen death take." Videl, taken aback by this pondered in the recesses of her mind 'this boy must surely be both deranged and have fighting skill, this is not good.' Sharpner gave a quarter grin, 'This guy must be serious, he might be on my or even Videl's level. That would explain why he is not interested in Mr. Satan, he is in rivalry with all fighters.' Eresa in surprise forgot her surroundings, shot from his chair, and shouted, "The 439 Area, that's insane. It's like over 500 miles away." Gohan thought upon her reaction, 'Really, no reaction to all the death how thick can a human be, I will never understand city people.' he commenced speech in a tone just audible to the three, "That is the measure of my resolve." Mr. Mathews did not notice Golan's reply, but was quick to chastise Eresa for her outburst.
The other three now fearing the wrath of the teacher quickly started to jot down the notes Mr. Mathews had written out on the board in the past 10 minutes. Gohan did the same to maintain appearances, and went beyond in order to preserve his new status as a nerd. He took down the notes every few minutes as well as augmenting them. He also completed the in class and homework assignments before starting a general review of all his course books. 'If Mr. Mathews asks why I did all the work I can mask it as a simple misunderstand on my part. I thought this was a basic warm up. As for the books I can label it as preparing for the day ahead of me.' After Mr. Mathews was done with the lecture and explained the assignment, he returned to his desk to fill out some paperwork, before starting his usual rounds through the class. The reason for him walking to and fro through the room was to keep people from having tangential conversations, but more importantly to explain a concept if a student hit a snag. 'These kids, some are able to work with what is given, but that counts for nothing if they don't pay attention. This one has next to no notes and the boy next her has been asleep since class started.' In time he came up to the row Gohan had sat in, and observed the work of those round the boy. 'Sharpener is doing well at degrading his work to a B, I cannot fathom why he thinks high grades are so bad, but it is a good thing he is on the boxing team lest he would be aiming for a C or D. Erasa, always with her gossip and the like, but she manages A's and B's. Videl seems as stoical as always. It is quite a wonder that she pulls off an A- when she is occupied with city maters, granted we all give her an opportunity to make up what she misses when dealing with those punks.' "Now let's see how you're acclimating to the class, may I see your papers." Gohan without raising his head from his incredibly easy review of the books that were issued him said, "By all means.", and promptly handed the notes and assignments to his teacher before continuing with his task. After taping the papers on the desk so he could easily finger through them, he lifted the papers the point he could read. After about 5 seconds Mr. Mathews fell over in shock, 'These notes are far more detailed than those I gave to the class, what's more is that they go beyond the scope of this class. This is the highest class of this subject on campus, Gohan has been taught very well.' Videl voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Sir are you alright!"
"Of course I am alright."
"Are you sure, because you're not on your feet."
"Not on my feet, don't be ridic. . . I'm on the floor, well, I must be getting weak in the knees. I'll see a Doctor later today. What are you waiting for miss, help me up."
Videl broke from her trance like observance of her fallen instructor, stepped into the stairwell and helped the man to his feet. 'This is weird, he has never fallen before, could this be because of the papers Gohan handed him.'
Mr. Mathews once on his feet continued to look at Gohan's papers for a moment before realizing what the boy was doing in his seat. 'Well it is clear to me that the courses we offer are far too simple for him to be affected by them. His schooling must have been rigorous to be already working through my syllabus. There is only one reason he would bother with high school, he lacks social interaction with his own age group. That has to be it, when you have been around as long as I have you learn how to read your students, and why am I having this mental conversation?' "Gohan you are very detailed in your work, my complements to your former instructors." He returned the papers and was thanked for his assessment.
(AN: First things first, I have no idea how to format my writing in this story.
Second, Should I make a field trip ark that involves our favorite beast man samurai in the future or save that for a different story?
Lastly, if you enjoyed please fallow and review to keep my mind from bee lining strait to the end.)
