I'd like to thank everyone who answered my question for ideas. Now I have another one: what exactly is a self insertion? I always thought it was just the author making themself into a character and putting them in the story but recently, that thoughts been challenged. If anyone knows, let me know.

'Oh Kami, just strike me down.'

That was the first and only thought of our beloved Son Gohan.

He was expecting something more challenging than this when he first arrived. Where did these so called teachers come from? The Stone Age? The things they were teaching were abysmally easy.

Slowly, as boredom settled in on Gohan, he laid his head on to his desk and closed his eyes. Ahh, such sweat, blissful sleep.

/WHAM/

Gohan's head shot up, eyes flying wide open. Before him stood his teacher, ruler in hand and she didn't seem too happy. What could have possibly been making her so unhappy?

"Mr. Son Gohan, what do you think you're doing sleeping in my class?"

"Umm, exactly that ma'am, sleeping," Gohan said, oblivious to the chuckling going on around him. His answer didn't seem to please the teacher too much either.

"Why would you be sleeping in my class when you should be taking notes like all of the other students? Are you too good to do that? Or are you just too lazy? Which is it?"

Gohan looked at the board for a couple of seconds before answering. "I already know this. I learned it when I was three."

The teacher had a skeptical look on her face. "Oh really now?"

Gohan's face took on a look of shame. "Okay, okay, I was four."

The same skeptical look was still perched on her face.

"Five?"

The look hardened.

"Fine, fine, I was eight. Three just sounded so much better though."

"Mr. Son, when will you stop telling lies?"

Gohan shook his head. "But I'm not lying." Turning to his book bag, Gohan pulled out a large textbook and handed it to the teacher.

The teacher eyed Gohan and then the book, her face becoming a look of shock. "B-but this is a college senior level math book. H-how could you be studying this?"

Gohan smoothly or somewhat smoothly took the book from her. "It's taken me a year but I think I have it all down."

The teacher stared at him in, aww I'll let you figure it out. Slowly, she descended down the stairs to the front of the room, collapsing in her chair, not moving an inch, centimeter…whatever.

The rest of the class was in silence. No one had bested their math teacher, much less left her speechless. What was going on?

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Gohan stood up and gathered his things before leaving the classroom, the other students not moving out of paralysis. Hey, it's better then saying shock again.

Videl was on the hunt. Naturally being one of the first students to come out of their comas, Videl was now stalking her somewhat newly found prey…Son Gohan.

Originally, she had thoughts about eating lunch with him, to solve the puzzle he had left her with so many months ago. She had already searched the cafeteria and picnic areas, finding no sight of him. She was now searching the halls, once again not having any success.

'Now, if I was Gohan, where would I be,' Videl thought frustrated. She was starting to get hungry too. If she was right, and she always was, Gohan probably brought his mother's cooking with him; the same cooking that made her drool, though seeing the Son boy eating it wasn't something she wanted to see again. His disgusting eating habits had haunted her dreams…nightmares for the better part of three weeks. But Chichi did make a mean casserole. 'Maybe Gohan would share if I ever find him.'

Videl stopped in her tracks. 'Okay, let's review. Gohan's not in the cafeteria or outside, nor is in the halls or any of the classrooms. So where does that leave?'

Her eyes flew open. "The roof!"

After climbing the everlasting staircases full of back braking steps, she finally reached the top. Who ever created stairs was sure going to get a visit from her before the day was out. And she would introduce him…or her, can't forget about the her…to her fist.

Opening the door and stepping out on to the roof, Videl searched for her prey. The sound of chewing and burping caught her ear leading her over to where Gohan was sitting, devouring his mountain sized lunch.

'Kami, I almost forgot about that. Great, now I'll be having nightmares for another three weeks.'

After staring at the spectacle for a few minutes, the Satan girl came out of her reverie, due to seeing the sight of a Son challenging food, and called out to him to get his attention. No such luck. After a few more fruitless attempts, Videl smirked. Okay, what's wrong with her?

Pulling out a rock from nowhere…really she did. If you want to know how, here's my best explanation…Mystical Satan Powers.

Anyways, with rock in hand, Videl took careful aim, launching the rock at Gohan's head. She got the result she wanted but not in the way she expected it.

Before the rock collided with Gohan's head, Gohan caught the rock in midair without even turning away from his food. Almost absently, Gohan started eating the rock. Slowly, Gohan came out of his food crazed…mind thingy, and stopped chewing on the recently created pebbles in his mouth. 'Well this is different,' Gohan thought.

Spitting the chibi rocks in to his hand, Gohan was lost as to why they came out. He knew his mom wouldn't put a rock in his lunch on purpose or unless she was pregnant. Oh sweet Kami did he dread that time period. If there was ever a time when Son Chichi was off her rocker, not that she was on it to begin with, that time took the cake…mmmmm, cake.

Looking around, he finally spotted a bug eyed Videl, speechless due to the spectacle that was Gohan. 'Now what's her problem?'

"Um, hi," Gohan said for lack of anything better.

"Uh, same to ya," Videl said , once again, for lack of anything better.

"So what are you doing here?"

Finally coming out of her mindlessness due to the sudden growth of a brand new brain, Videl finally came to her senses. "I was looking for you. What are you doing up here?"

Gohan chuckled. "I don't think that everyone would like to see my eating habits. You can attest to that."

"Oh sure, spare them the eighth wonder of the world. Why didn't you show us the same considerations?"

"Well, growing up in the middle of nowhere, you don't really need to hide anything from everyone."

"You got a point," Videl said, sitting across from him. She eyed the food hungrily. "You don't mind if I steal some from you?"

Almost mournfully, Gohan replied "Knock yourself out."

Videl started munching on anything she could grab. She had spent a week trying to get her cooks to cook this well but gave up when she didn't get much success.

For those of you who have never read my fics, get use to the skipping of lunch scenes. I'm just too damn lazy to finish them.

Moving on, Videl got a stern look on her face. Now was the moment of truth. After all of the fruitless research she had done on the Sons, she hadn't been able to come up with anything worthwhile. Now she had her chance to get the answers she wanted, even if she had to beat it out of him, son of Goku be damned.

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Great. Just great. Just when she got her chance to interrogate the Son boy, the stupid bell rings. Boy did she have some choice words to say about that abominable clock. But right now, I won't even give her the chance to say any.

Art. The last class of the day just had to be art.

Art was the bane of Gohan's existence. Despite being practically a genius in every school subject known to man and alien kind, he could never manage a decent piece of art. It was maddening. Even Goten's crude crayon pictures were better than his work.

Wow…that's pretty bad.

"Okay class," said the ever hyper art teacher. What made her hyper you ask?

Fifteen Dr. Peppers and a bag of M&Ms.

"Today, I want everyone to paint whatever suits you best. Today is your day to express yourself. Now go on, don't be shy. I won't laugh too hard if it's crap."

Gohan stared bewilderedly at the overactive teacher. Was this her way at comforting him?

Grabbing some paint and a large sheet of paper, Gohan sat at his table just staring at the horrendous creature…thing...that was drawing paper. Looking at his companions he saw that they were fairing just as much as he was, except that they were actually painting something.

'Well, might as well try to do something,' the Son boy thought, grabbing a paint brush and prepping to begin yet another horrible picture.

Moving on, it was just a few minutes before the end of class and the end of the prison term…err, school day that the teacher began inspecting the students' work.

"Oh Erasa I just love your work! I just love how the black mixes with the red!" the teacher exclaimed. Looking at Erasa's painting, black was just about everywhere. Below the center of the paper, three bodies laid all over each other, blood splattering all over the bodies. Although the painting was good for a high schooler, the crudely drawn arrows pointing at the bodies with mom, dad, and brother written as if a five year old had written with crayons, spoiled the effect. And I thought Erasa was already disturbed /sigh/.

Moving on to Videl's picture, it was very simple compared to Erasa's. Videl had just drawn some stick figures with smiley faces. You had to give her points for trying.

Next was Sharpner. On his paper was something that could be best described as something belonging to the Renaissances. The painting was of a blacked haired women with a curious half smile, oddly looking like a painting known as the Mona Lisa. However, the teacher was less then thrilled by it.

"This is absolute garbage Sharpner. You haven't improved one bit from last year." The teacher shook her head. There were just those people you couldn't help.

However, looking up to the last person, the teacher squealed with joy. "Oh my Kami! It's a masterpiece!"

Before her stood an embarrassed Gohan. On his paper were three dots in the center of the page, each a different color. How the teacher could have called that a masterpiece was beyond him. Probably from all of those Dr. Peppers.

"Mr. Son, I see such promise in you. I can't wait to see your future works."

"Um, thanks, I guess," Gohan said unsure of himself. The lady was starting to creep him out onto an all new level and that was saying something.

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Yes! Freedom! Gohan tore out of the school as fast as he could within reason. He didn't think the other students would appreciate a sudden wind knocking them all over the place.

Nothing could stop his elated feelings as he took off in to the skies towards home.

/SPLAT/

Except for that bird dropping.

To dbzfan952: The school thing as in functions, banquets, that kind of stuff. What ever it is the school must tragically use money that they can't use for the football team. Lol, man that was mean but that's what it always seems like.