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The idea for this drabble kind of came to me when I listened to the song "Detention" by School Gyrls and suddenly thirsted for High School Gochi AU. I was mainly thinking of Toradora when writing this, and was aiming for it to keep that DBZ-flair we all love. Hope you guys enjoy this!
Drabble:: Delinquent Transfer
Goku stared down at the girl he bumped into. She was glaring at him with a ferocity that, in his experience, meant some major fist-throwing was about to happen.
He grinned. "Sorry about that. You wanna fight?"
If anything, her glare burned hotter. "What kind of an apology is that?"
"What do you mean? I said sorry." He primed his knuckles. "Now do you wanna fight?"
The girl in front of him spluttered. "Excuse you, but I'm a girl."
He shrugged. "So?"
"So you're not supposed to fight girls!"
"Why not?" Goku asked, truly puzzled. "It's not like you can't make fists or nothin'. Plus your arms are huge." He reached out and felt along her bicep, inwardly marveling at the hard pack of muscle there. "Wow, I bet you can pack a wallop with what you've got under your skin!"
The girl's knuckles turned white as she gripped her binder. For a moment he stared at them in fascination. They popped starkly from the rest of her hand, arched and ready for action.
The stinging slap to his face shocked him back into reality.
"You," the girl gritted out, "are the most immature, insensitive boy I've ever met!"
He placed a hand on his cheek to soften the buzz of pain there. He'd never actually been slapped before.
How cool!
"So you wanna meet at the dumpsters near the park? That's a perfect place for a fight!"
"As if!" the girl shrieked before stomping off. He really hoped she didn't mean that. With a hit like that, she could actually give him a run for his money!
He moved to follow her, then paused as his foot stepped on something small. Bending down closer, he saw it was some kind of keychain.
He picked it up to examine it more closely. It had a mini blue fan attached to a gold plate. Written in delicate filigree was "Chi-Chi Gyumao." Huh. What a funny name.
There was no one else around, so he stuck the keychain in his pocket. He didn't know who this Chi-Chi person was, but he was sure that he or she would want their keychain back since it was so cute.
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