A/N Hey, guys! Look, i'm updating! Yeah, 3 weeks in a row, par-tay~! Yes, this chap is slightly shorter than normal, but it is quality not quantity...okay, okay, i'll make it up next week. DW, it'll be longer. It will. Next week, be prepared for a good chapter. But, i shall let you get onto the story, i'll talk later.


~*Befriending Gohan Son*~

Chapter 3: Another First Day

Trunks and Gohan touched down on the roof of the school. On the way to class, Gohan told Trunks to make sure that the teacher didn't tell the class that he got full marks, since Gohan didn't want him to get bullied too. He then ran inside and found a place at the end of a row with two empty seats and sat down a minute after the bell rang, bouncing eagerly in his chair, waiting for Trunks' introduction.


"Gohan looks happy today," Erasa noted, seeing Gohan rush to a different seat than usual, only a row in front of her.

"That i rare. Normally he looks so neutral," Videl commented. She had been studying Gohan for a bit, though she had no idea why. She just felt compelled to observe him. She assumed it was part curiosity at the new guy and part pity; she watched him get bullied everyday and at first, she honestly didn't give a damn, but, eventually, she had decided that, yes he was a nerd, a dork and pathetically weak, but what kind of town hero doesn't stand up for the weak? She was going to, starting from today, try and be kinder towards him and stick up for him more – it was what the Gold Fighter would do. Videl blushed to the roots of her hair – scratch that, she didn't care what the Gold Fighter would do. He didn't dictate her life. No – she was doing it because it was the right thing, not because she was trying to somehow prove herself to the Gold Fighter.

"Class, we have another new student," Videl, along with the rest of the class, looked up.

"Introduce yourself," A tall guy with straight, lilac hair walked in easily. He had crystal clear blue eyes and a frown tugging on the corner of his lip and a slight glare. He carried off the "tough, bad ass" look quite well, causing many of the girls to begin whispering and giggling. He had on a black t-shirt and a blue Capsule Corps. jacket. He wore dark pants and a brown belt. He gave a cursory glance at the students, noticed the giggles and murmurs and cleared his throat impatiently. A sudden hush fell over the students.

"Hello," he said, "I'm a martial artist, I've been training since I was young and I'm good at it. My name is Vegeta Mirai. But call me Mirai" There was another bout of absolute silence. The guys were sizing him up and girls were drooling over him. Videl snorted to herself. So the guy was moderately handsome – he wasn't as hot as the Gold Fighter. Videl cringed at her thought – she was becoming way too girly.

The silence was broken by laughter. Every head wheeled around to source the noise. It was, unbelievably, Gohan.

Gohan was laughing! He was laughing so hard that he actually fell out of his chair. The audience, technically the students, waited with bated breath. If this guy was the martial artist he claimed to be and even half as bad ass as he looked, he'd have no trouble snapping Gohan's scrawny neck. Videl prepared to leap to his defense, but the lavender haired guy spoke first.

"It's not funny, Gohan," He said, exasperatedly, almost slapping a hand to his forehead.

"It's…hilarious…"Gohan puffed between gasps and bursts of laughter. Mirai thanked the teacher and took a seat next to Gohan, jaws dropping at the unexpected friendship between the class dork and the hot new guy. Gohan took his seat again, but stifled a chuckle every time he looked at the him.


"Well…that was completely unexpected," Erasa said during lunch. Videl nodded her head. How did Gohan know that guy? They sat a row in front of them so, if Videl paid close attention, she could sometimes make out their conversation. It was all quite trivial, but Videl hadn't realised how funny and quick witted Gohan was. It almost made him seem cool.

"Oh, look there's Gohan and Mirai," Erasa pointed out a huge crowd of girls who were flocking around them. Videl snorted in disgust.

"Hey, cutie, come sit with us!"

"What's your name, hottie?"

Eventually, a group of jocks from the year above them pushed their way through the crowd. Videl got up; she knew that Mirai had said that he was a martial artists, but those guys were tough. She cracked her knuckles in anticipation of a fight.

She ran up to the crowd and weaseled her way to the front. She watched the tallest guy, Mark, fold his arms over his chest, "So. You're the new guy who claims to be good at fighting, huh?" He said.

"Perhaps," Mirai shrugged.

"If you're as tough as you think, you can come hang with us, just ditch the loser," Mark was one of the guys who picked on Gohan last week. For some reason, Videl itched to give Mark a good hard kick to the face.

"Please, I bet Gohan's stronger than you are," Mirai challenged, his expression reeked of utter boredom at the situation, with a slight hint of amusement. Videl assumed it was all bravado. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Gohan as she watched him make frantic gestures at Mirai, silently asking him to stop.

"Hah! Looks like your friend just volunteered your death, dweeb,"

"Mirai, I'm going to kill you," Gohan hissed so low that only Mirai and Videl, who was standing two feet away, could hear him.

"Relax, this'll be good for you," Mirai patted him on the back. Videl was confused; she thought Mirai was Gohan's friend. Why was he sending him to certain death?

Gohan then muttered something that sounded like, "inconspicuous...your mum...said same thing..." but she couldn't really catch it.

"She also said that I could beat the crap out of anyone who bullied you. I may take her up on the offer," Videl heard that sentence clearly and was starting to become genuinely concerned. Mirai looked tough, but she doubted he could take on Mark; he worked out at her father's gym. Enough said.

"Look, can't we settle this peacefully?" Gohan ventured.

"No way, Gohan, mess up his face!" Mirai goaded. Gohan glared at him. Videl gasped. She had never seen Gohan so serious. It made him look weirdly hot. Oh, Kami, Videl! Get a grip! She shook her head to get rid of the hormone driven craziness.

"No way, twerp, you're dead,"

"Flatten him good, Gohan!" Mirai called.

"Mirai," Gohan warned him.

Mark stepped forward. Gohan stepped back, the circle of spectators opened up wider. Mirai was sat on a table looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Videl decided this was her moment to step forward.

"Mark, lay off," She said in a commanding tone.

"Or what, you'll beat me up?" He laughed, as did his cronies.

"I will if I have to," Videl threatened.

Mark gulped. He stared at Videl, challenging her resolve. After a minute, he backed off, "I'm not fighting a girl," he muttered and turned away.

Videl snorted after him. She turned to face Gohan, "Hey, Videl, thanks a lot. I don't know what I'd do without you," He grinned at her. She was taken aback. Erasa was right; he did have a cute smile. She fought a blush, hiding it with a cough

"Yeah, you owe me, dork," she said, though it came out harsher than she meant it to. She turned on her heels and stomped away.


"Trunks, you're dead!" Gohan muttered to him, keeping a fake smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, you'd fight me, but you wouldn't fight a school bully?" Trunks muttered back, faking a smile as well. They were still surrounded by a mob of girls after the almost-fight. Trunks was a lady killer and Gohan, by association, was becoming instantly popular.

"Gohan, you were so brave!"

"Mirai, you're so cool!"

"Uh…girls, we've got to go eat lunch,"

"Oh, you can eat lunch with us," they cooed.

"Uhhh…Gohan, you're turn"

"Well…you see…Oh my god, look over there!" He yelled. Trunks slapped his palm to his forehead. As if that's going to work. Trunks thought to himself. While people were looking skeptically at Gohan, he nudged Trunks imperceptibly. He got the hint and sent a small ki blast at one of the light bulbs. It exploded, with a loud pop. People turned towards it and screamed, while Trunks and Gohan made their get-away.

They virtually teleported outside and found Gohan lead Trunks to the tree he usually ate in. They leapt up into the thick foliage and spread out their lunch.

"I can't believe you did that to me!" Gohan whined. He wasn't all that angry, just surprised that Trunks would do something so reckless.

"Think of it as pay back," Trunks said as he ate.

"Pay back for what?" Gohan asked as he shoveled food down his gullet. Trunks ate in a much more refined way, quick as lightning, but not at all disgusting, unlike Gohan, which was odd considering Gohan was raised by ChiChi and Trunks was raised in a post apocalyptic waste land.

"Pay back for laughing your ass off this morning,"

"Oh yeah. Sorry, Vegeta," This brought on a fresh bout of chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah, Gohan. Laugh it up,"

"Sorry, but why?"

"Well, I can't be Trunks Briefs, since, you know, there's already one of those, so Daddy dearest said since I'm, technically, 'first son' I'm supposed to be named Vegeta, "…like all princes of Vegeta sei have been for eons, brat. Eons!" I chose Mirai since I didn't want to sign up as 'Briefs' and cause a scandal,"

"Wait. Technically, you're Vegeta Junior," Trunks groaned and nodded. Gohan nodded. He then fell out of the tree, laughing. He made a small crater at the foot of the tree with his dense skull, but otherwise, everything was fine.

"I hope you didn't hurt the tree, Gohan," Trunks called down.

"Hahaahhaa!" Gohan didn't even feel the bump.


End of Chapter 3. Are you guys enjoying the banter between Gohan and Trunks? Any suggestions? Next time, Trunks will be getting a taste of the super hero life! He will also disclose his real reason for his visitation to the past, since this story needs a plot to keep you, readers, interested! Hope this is enough of a teaser to keep you coming back next week. If you guys have anything you'd like to add or anything you'd like to see/read, please feel free to drop a line! Stay tuned for my next installment!

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