The Transfer: Chapter 3

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL, Z, OR GT. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS! Although I do own the original character concepts of Kernal and Danyeil. THEY ARE MINE! NO! DON'T TAKE THEM AWAY! THEY ARE ALL THE CREATION MY MIND CAN PRODUCE!

SAIYA-GO

When heard from the POV of someone who can understand, the Saiyan language will be designated by the " mark followed by the *.

EXAMPLE: "*Hey want to go to the movies tomorrow?*"

When the Saiyan language is being heard from the POV of someone who does NOT understand it the LETTERS WILL BE ALL CAPITAL and jumbled up in code.

EXAMPLE: HTIS IJ UN ODUPMQO (Translation: This is an example)

Thoughts are all italicized.

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Gohan rested his chin on his desk and sighed heavily. This school was not living up to his first expectations. He glared at his classmates No one seems to be paying attention to the teacher. He jumped in surprise and glared a row back. And half the class seems to be asleep. Gohan looked back forward and tried to block out the snores. How does the teacher not notice? Does stuff like this happen regularly?

He sighed once again Well, now I know why Mom kept me out of the regular school system, excluding obvious reasons. Gohan closed his eyes and blocked out the world. I am just not understanding. Is all of this normal human behavior? Or did I stumble into the one area of the world that acts like this?

Even the school is set up weird, He mused. History, Language Arts, and Science are all taken in the same room as Homeroom. Then for one hour before lunch we all go to our separate leveled math classes. The part I find the weirdest is the full grade gym class at the end of the day.

With his head spinning from all the new and confusing information the young teen (or rather old teen, since he had a good two to three years over the rest of the class from being inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. According to the law and records he was 17 almost 18. But in actuality Gohan was nearing his twentieth birthday.) laid down his head once more on the desk and shut his mind down for a quick nap.

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After the relatively strange morning, the rest of the day passed as smooth as was allowed. There were a few incidents that stemmed from the Saiyans not knowing certain Earthling traditions and customs, but they were soon smoothed over with a certain political delicacy.

Lunch was okay. Other than Videl, Erasa, and Sharpner (and pretty much the rest of the cafeteria's occupants) being thoroughly disgusted by the Saiyans eating habits, nothing really out of the ordinary happened.

Although the seven teens shared their morning classes, they were split up in the afternoon for their math classes and extracurricular. Kernal, Mirai, Danyeil, and Gohan had math together thankfully. But for the rest of the day the group was constantly being split up and isolated.

Gohan had no one in his Personal Finance class. The only person that gave him any acknowledgement was this small, weak boy that talked with a lisp. His name was Mark Jabowski. He was scrawny, but smart. They were definitely going to keep an eye on this one.

Luckily Gohan met up with Kernal, Videl, and Erasa in his Intro to Art class. Throughout the whole class period the two girls had to walk the Saiyans through everything step by step. Even though both of the boys were talented sketchers and they had the basics of painting, they knew almost nothing else. Yeah...the boys needed a lot of help since they had never been in an actual art class before.

Although, once Gohan reviewed his day, he had to admit that his favorite class of the day was all the way at the beginning of the day; Science Class.

Science 101 had been their second class during homeroom session. The teacher was a strange, fat chap with amazingly thick glasses. He looked straight out of a bad lab movie. He had the mustache, the walk, even that strange glasses fixing tic. At the beginning of class Mr. Mad Scientist (who did eventually introduce himself as Mr. Roual) strode in, a large pile of papers in his arms. Once he hit the center of the room he slammed the papers on the large teacher's desk and loudly announced, "Good morning my little Einstein's! I have just been told the most wonderful news. I hope you all already know about the yearly trip our school sponsors. Our classes trip has been decided. You lucky, lucky guys and gals were chosen for the golden trip of the year. You all get to experience a week long non-optional internship with Capsule Corporation."

The whole class heard Mirai's head hit the desk.

Ouch flinched Gohan. Bad luck, us getting this trip. Wonder if Bulma had anything to do with it?

Mr. Raoul, seemingly the only person in the room who didn't notice Mirai's distress, picked up the pile of papers he had previously dropped on the desk, "Here are your permission slips and trip details. You must have the slip signed and returned by next Monday. The trip is in two weeks and all expenses will be completely paid for. Your homework is to write a ten page paper on Capsule Corporation. It can be about the history, the family, the stocks, you pick the topic. The paper will be due the first Monday following the trip. Today you have a free day; do research, finish homework for other classes, talk amongst yourselves. Tomorrow we will continue with our regular plans."

Gohan looked down at the yellow permission slip on his desk, If the trip is clearly stated to be non-optional, then why would they give us permission slips? He sighed, It's probably due to legal matters or something else along those lines.

Gohan glanced to his left where Mirai was growing mushrooms, At least I have it better than Mirai. His identity as someone from a neighboring dimension will most probably be revealed at some point along the trip as I am certain Bulma will jump at the chance to flaunt the fact that she created a machine that can contact the other dimensions. So whether by accident or on purpose, that secret is will be blown. This might just be the first test for the teens of Earth, to see whether than can accept the impossible or deny it all.

The three Earthlings looked at their new friends in concern; their teacher had just announced the trip of a lifetime and instead of freaking out and being overjoyed they seemed, well...indifferent. Well except for Mirai who was now a light ashen in color and could possibly vomit at any given moment.

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Other than Science 101, Gym at the end of the day was the only other noticeable class. At Orange Star High, all students (of which there were only 346) had a large scale gym class at the end of the day with the rest along with the rest of their grade. Yes Full Scale School Wide Mandatory Physical Education. It was dangerous. It was deadly. This last section of the school day was a haven for the jocks, absolute hell for the nerds, and pretty much an average gym class for everyone else.

If there was a structured activity, then all the students would do the activity together. If there was not a structured activity, then the students could pick different groups to be in based on whether they wanted to play a specific sport or game such as frisbee or pickleball. Today happened to be a day more along the latter choice.

After the attendance was taken the giant mass of students broke into several smaller sub-units. Each group drifted to a different sport or activity. Amidst the crowd Gohan lost Kernal, but he found Mirai, Videl, and Sharpner and he stuck to them like glue.

The school required dress out and had a massive locker room facility. Each grade had their own locker room for each gender. Gohan and Mirai ducked inside two of the bathroom stalls to change so they could hide both their tails and their scars. Sharpner called them sissies, but Videl smacked him across the head when she heard about it later.

So now, Gohan and Mirai stood in loose long sleeved shirts and baggy sweat pants (what the dress code handbook said to wear) awaiting the coach to begin instructions for the game they got pulled into.

Coach Tinker, or as he was called by the local football team "Coach Tinkerbell", had his group run a lap around the track for a warm up. This took close to fifteen minutes as half of the group was way out of shape. When everyone was done with their lap, Coach Tinker blew his shiny ( oh so shiny) whistle. "Alright. All of you listen up because I am not repeating myself! Today we are playing Pilopolo. There is only one rule: No blood, not my problem. Bruises are manly and teach lessons. I don't want to see any crybabies today. Satan! Pencil! You two are team captains. Divide up these guys and get playing!"

Sharpner winked at Videl, "Don't worry. My team won't crush you too much."

Videl smirked slyly, "To the contrary, Sharpner dear. Today my team will be doing the crushing."

As Videl and Sharpner continued bickering, Gohan leaned into Mirai and whispered, "*Remember to keep your abilities hidden as well as you can. You can be flexible and show a little bit of strength since we did mention we liked martial arts earlier and no one is going to let our obvious muscle definition slide, unless they're really oblivious. But be careful, we don't want anyone to get suspicious and jeopardize the mission. Them learning the truth without the proper prepping could be disastrous.*"

Mirai nodded, "*I completely understand. My mother is already working on a sort of ki inhibitor to help us fit in better. They will be like the full moon control bracelets, but a bit more sophisticated.*"

"Oi! You two!," yelled Sharpner. Gohan and Mirai were brought back to the real world and noticed they were the last two to be assigned teams. "Gohan you're with V, Lavender with me. Let's get this game started!"

The two Saiyans looked at each other, shrugged, and walked off to their respective teams.

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The game they played that day was Pilopolo. The rounds were tough, hot, and competitive. The two teams were neck and neck; either team could have come out on top. Blood was spilt, friendships ruined, new bonds formed in their place. For a whole hour the group of teenagers fought and when it was over, the tired classmates walked out of school with a 7-7 tie.

On their way out after class let out Sharpner approached from behind Mirai and clasped him firmly on the shoulder, "Man, you sure were good out there today. Are you sure you have never played Pilopolo before?"

Feeling uncomfortable at the proximity of the blonde Mirai gently shrugged his hand off, "Yes this is definitely the first time I have ever played that particular game."

Sharpner blinked, retracted his hand, and shook his head in disbelief, "Well you could probably go pro. If Pilopolo was, you know, a professional sport."

Mirai stared at the blonde not knowing how to respond, "Um, thank you." He looked around and out of the corner of his eye caught sight of the others, "If you'll excuse me, I have to go find my companions."

"You're welcome dude." As Mirai walked away Sharpner shouted, "Hey! Tomorrow be on my team again!"

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During their Language class earlier today, Erasa was adamant about the four's poor wardrobe choices. Somehow she manipulated the four into meeting her, Sharpner, and Videl at four o'clock in front of the school for a trip to the local mall. Erasa was determined to give them a "much needed wardrobe restructure" after they had admitted that most of their closets were filled with clothes almost identical to the ones they were wearing that day.

Gohan really didn't pay much attention to what clothes he wore. His whole life he had just been glad to be alive another day, compared to that what he looked like was irrelevant. As for the other three; Mirai was raised in a post-apocalyptic world and the other two were aliens so it is not like they knew anything about current Earth fashion. But part of their mission was to fit in and apparently to fit into normal Earth society, one must wear the correct "chic" clothes.

The seven teens walked to the nearby mall in a tight battle formation unbeknownst to the three Earthlings. Danyeil was leading with point guard. She was with Erasa and made sure the blonde was always a little behind her in case someone attacked so Danyeil could quickly get in front of her. In the middle of the formation was Sharpner flanked on either side by Kernal and Mirai. At the back was Gohan acting as rear guard while he and Videl walked alongside in companionable silence despite the fact they were practically strangers.

A little way into the walk Gohan glanced over at the silent crime fighter and noticed she had the same brooding look Bulma had when something was bugging her. Trying to act like a normal, concerned human Gohan said in a questioning tone, "Hey Videl?"

"Yeah?"

Gohan looked down at the ground, not sure how to phrase the question in his mind, "Forgive me if this question oversteps, but I can tell when someone has something on their mind. So, what is eating at your mind, Videl?"

Videl raised an eyebrow at the honest expression on his face and sighed, "I've been thinking about what happened this morning in front of the bank. You were there near the end. The whole situation seemed eerily familiar and it was only until after lunch that it hit me. The descriptions of the two teens; the weird powers, people that fly, golden hair. The last time these things happened, it was the Cell Games." She ran a hand through her hair, "I just know that there is more to the story that my dad has the rest of the world hanging from. He just can't have done it. I just want him to trust me enough to tell me what really happened at the games. Then here come those strange golden men and to my luck I just missed them. My one chance to find out what really happened at the Cell Games. And I just let them get away." She sighed, "I probably sound stupid."

Gohan chuckled, "You don't sound stupid. You see, I too believe that there is more to the Cell Games than what the media has let on. No…I know that there is more to the Cell Games." Gohan patted Videl's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, I think you'll run into your golden boys again. When you're ready to know the answers to your questions. And I'm sure your dad will confide in you one day as well. Maybe it is not you who is not ready, but he?"

Videl nodded contemplatively at the last bit and smirked at the first part of Gohan's reply, "Oh, they'll come when they think I'm ready, huh? And how do you know what they will do?"

Gohan laughed, "You've only known me for one day, so I can forgive you for not noticing. One of my regular hobbies includes hanging around potential superheros, ya know, so they can learn from the best. But lately I have been thinking about switching hobbies to one that provides a bit more adventure. Chilling with Villains seems to be all the rage these days. You should try it out."

Videl rolled her eyes at Gohan's antics and playfully pushed him. Gohan fainted to the side and let himself appear as if he had been pushed off balance. He nudged Videl in the shoulder in return, "It appears that during our riveting conversation the others have traversed far ahead of us. Hurry, before they leave us behind for good."

Videl started to walk faster as she too noticed their friends far off in the distance, "How did we get so far behind? They don't walk that much faster than us." She started giggling, "Although along with getting you all new clothes, we are also going to have to work on your speech patterns and word usage. Half the time ya'll sound like normal teens and the other half is from the last century."

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Hi! Rewriting! I'm going through and fixing all my stupid past brains grammar and spelling mistakes. If I missed anything please tell me!

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If you're not from America and have not had the chance to play the game Pilopolo in gym class, trust me you're missing out. Tell other countries to get the game! But for all our non Americans, let me explain the game as well as I can.

The game is set up a bit like Hockey. With a net and goalie, three to four offensive players, two defensive players, a time out area, sticks to hit stuff with, and a plastic puck. The "sticks" are usually pieces of metal that have colored pieces of Styrofoam on the end. The point of the game is to get the puck into the other side's net with the sticks.

That's really it. It was a game I played in Elementary School and it's really fun. If there is still more confusion, Google it or something.

Peace out!

Adelae