A/N: I have no idea if this is canon but I've always like to think that Gohan is an artist. I mean not as good as the famous ones but I think he appreciates art since he draws a lot (And I have no idea if he draws a lot in canon too. That's just what I want him to be here). Also, I've completely forgot how their classes are here. I'm gonna go with letters as section (e.g.: 1-A, 2-A instead of 1-1, 2-1). And yeah, maybe this didn't turn out as funny as I thought it would be lol.

Two last things before you go on: Most of the anime I've watched added '-sensei' on doctors' surnames so I did it here too. And do tell if the perspective change is too confusing.

Disclaimer: Did you just say I own IE and DBZ?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Nope.

= Chapter Three: This is school? =

"Whoooaaa! So, this is school!" Son Gohan gaped at all the proud infrastructures around him. He was sure he was already used to the multiple building concept. He saw a lot of those by just flying after all. But this?! This is just 'wow' in every sense of the word.

A wide field welcomed him as soon as he was dropped from a dark-blue four-seater vehicle owned by a very expressionless man, also known as his temporary father. He stared intently at how beautifully designed it was. The landscaping of it and the whole place was indeed to behold. The field itself had green trimmed grasses around it where the three-layers of red benches were lined. Whatever this field was used for, it was definitely for these many spectators to see and enjoy.

He was then captivated by the sight in front of him, just beyond what he was looking at earlier. A three-storey building as wide as three fields. Some two-storey higher ones could be seen behind, with the same blue and cream-colored walls. On its middle, displayed a huge yellow lightning bolt that seemed to be striking the school down. As he expected, it was the same one on the uniform he was wearing and the bag that came with it. The same but smaller of the symbol could be seen below, just above the double door entrance. Unlike the first, the very bolt of this one had a striking blue and orange plaque with wing-like shapes at the sides.

More buildings were to be seen at his further left. Seriously, was there actual end to these?! All of them seemed to be about three floors.

He eyed his right to see a different looking blue, yellow, and cream structure. He couldn't make out what was it as well as a house-like one in front of it and before he could even try, a heavy tap on his shoulder put him back to reality.

"What are you standing out here for, huh Gouenji?" A semi-bald pinket showcased himself with an obvious confused look. He recognized him immediately as one of Shuuya-san's teammates from two of the photos. "You're kinda in the way," he added as he raised a questioning eyebrow while gesturing at all the other students entering the gateway.

"I-I was just- you know, admiring the view.." he straightened himself as the taller male leaned on him interrogatively. He wasn't intimidated at all but that didn't make him comfortable with his personal space being invaded. Thankfully, he's a quick-learner and have more or less already got down how to keep his balance on this new body so he didn't need to worry about falling on his rear.

"You do realize that you see this everyday, don't you?" He deadpanned with all the seriousness in his voice.

"Y-yeah.. But! But we have to take time to appreciate the view sometimes. I mean, we have to be thankful to the one who made this place so beautiful," he didn't miss the shocked expression of the pinket followed by his abrupt silence. This was getting redundant. What did he say wrong this time?

"Wow. And here I thought I already know how deep of a person you are," the demi-saiyan sighed in relief as the tan-skinned focused his sight on the place as well. Thank Kami! He was finally getting the hang of this normal thing! Just when he thought he was safe, the other teen immediately turned his head back to him, "Wait. Did you just stutter?!"

"Uh. No," he suddenly responded without thinking of the outcome. "And look at the time! We're gonna be late!" It hardly matter though since he seemed to have succeeded in distracting this unnamed teammate of his anyways.

"You're right! Come on! Let's hurry!" The pink-haired male ran past him right after gesturing his command.

'Could it be.. He's my classmate too?' Another save again! He should remember to thank Dende after he had his fun here. His old friend seemed to really be looking after him.

He followed the running form of the male with great ease. It turned out he really was getting the hang of this body. It might be heavier than his own but it sure was fast.

The inside of the school was a line of rooms in which have two doors each and were filled with uniformed students - the females having a ribboned white blouse and a gray skirt and the males having the blue-green ones he had now. It turned out that the clothing hanged on the closet was his school uniform and the yellow strokes on the sides were lightning bolts. They went up three staircases and made a sharp turn on the right.

"3-B?" The now platinum-blond said as he unmindfully read the wooden piece above the door.

"Gouenji?! Why are you still following me?!?" The same pink-locked widened his eyes at his teammate's actions as he stopped at the doorstep of the classroom.

"Um," he wasn't his classmate after all. 'Oh crap! I've got no choice then.'

"W-Well. You see.." two black orbs observed his movements intently as they waited for the continuation of his sentence. "..I've got a bit of a headache and I-" he watched the taller male's tough features shifted to worry-filled ones as he finally took awareness on how weird his friend's actions were.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?! Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary!" He quickly grabbed the unbeknownst half-alien's arm, determined to drag him to the destination he had his mind on.

"No!" The still mysterious pinket jumped from where he was standing. That's definitely the volume his friend's voice went up to only when something with utmost seriousness was going on.

Guilt reached Gohan as he realized that he shouted at the other teen who wanted nothing more but to give him a hand. The fact that he was lying to him did little to ease the aforementioned emotion. "I mean.. just help me get to my room, please."

"Fine," the dark middle schooler resigned his former idea as he watched the other player uncharacteristically 'beg' a favor from him. His face got back to it's usual tough mode, denying the fact that he was actually worried at the shorter male.

The tall soccer player didn't let go of his arm and carefully dragged him to the room they passed earlier. Yes, he was technically dragged but even someone who wasn't social like Gohan could tell that he was being careful on his actions. There was an effort.

'I lied to know that my classroom's just beside his?!' He complained to himself as they entered room 3-A. He wasn't particularly keen on lying nor that he was even a tiny bit good at it. He was thought well enough for his conscience to scream when he did as much as try to snatch a coin from his mother's purse. He wouldn't hide the fact that he would sometimes do so, of course, but the spirit of justice within him just wouldn't let him sleep over a night of no matter how small of dishonesty. He finally shook his head and set his eyes forward where more familiar faces presented themselves.

"Yo, Someoka! What're ya doing in our room?" He heard a blacket he didn't see in any of the pictures say.

"This guy got himself a headache and asked for my help to get here!" The now named and flustered Someoka proclaimed, emphasizing the fact that he wasn't doing charity work for anyone. Gohan caught on some of the bunch who started snickering and teasing his semi-bald companion for actually caring for once.

"Gouenji asking for help because of a headache? That's something you don't see everyday," the dreadlocked male made it's way to the crowding students and greeted him with the same grin he had on the framed photo.

"Uh. Hi," the now Gouenji Shuuya awkwardly waved his hand at the blue-goggled teen. He noticed that he wasn't wearing either of the colored capes he had on the pictures and the eyewear that he still had was still as disturbing as he could remember. The smirk he had disappeared as he raised a brown eyebrow, telling the 50% alien that his actions were a far cry from normal. Darn. Not again.

"Gouenji, you really need to sit down," the first ever half-human half-saiyajin couldn't tell if that was said out of concern or a command. He looked at the young man wearing a weird eyewear with reluctance as his hidden gaze lined to the one who escorted him earlier. "Don't worry Someoka, we'll take care of him," the said teen looked at the retreating tall figure who just scowled at everyone in the room before disappearing completely.

Gohan now decided to review his surroundings. He noted down the brown ceiling, white and lime-green walls, and caramel with silver-tinted desks as he observed the new place he was in. Despite the lacking number of students inside, the room itself was almost full already - hinted by the bags laid down on either on top or in front of the chairs - leaving only two unoccupied seat on the furthest part of it.

"Gouenji?" His new companion inquired as soon as his covered eyes were back to him, "Why haven't you sat down yet?"

"O-Oh right," he turned to look at the empty seats that were both by the window, pondering on which one he should be taking.

He started his steps slowly, walking while finalizing his decision at the same time, 'Gah! I'm taking the closer one!' He finally rested on the seat next from the last one.

The chestnut-haired followed his lead, looking down as he stopped right in front of him. "Gouenji, that's Endou's seat," he unemotionally informed with crossed arms.

"T-That's right! I counted the row wrong!" He forced a smile as he worded his planned excuse. He expected something like this would happen ever since he saw he had two options. He carefully stood up again and throttled to the last seat.

The brunet gave him a final look before sitting at the chair beside his. He couldn't ignore how his glare entailed great skepticism. Almost like he'd get to the bottom of whatever Gohan's hiding no matter what. He suddenly wondered what his eyes might really look like behind those gray-tinted glasses.

"May I ask what might have been the cause of the amnesiac headache?"

"Amnesiac?!" He gasped at the terminology. He knew well what the word meant but what surprised him was how the teen didn't buy his excuse earlier at all. He made sure it was believable so why didn't it work. Was he some kind of psychic?!

"T-The headache.. I counted the rows wrong because of it.." His seatmate didn't as much as move as he observed the way the sentence have gone.

"I see," an unexpected apathetic response was given to him before the former set his line of sight at the front.

'Did he believe it? He said, 'I see,' but he's still trying to look at me!' He thought as he felt his teammate's faint side-glances, 'Did he found me out? He seemed so smart too. Dang it, what is he thinking right now?! I can't read him at all!!'

Gohan shook his head, he had to figure that out later. For now, he had to survive a day without being caught. He looked around again wondering when the heck did the other students got in the room. He really was slacking off in his training. Boy, would Piccolo-san be mad.

He suddenly realized that there was one more person who seemed to be different from the rest. Beside his goggled companion, he observed a auburn-haired female. Her long and wavy locks swayed as she giggled with her dark-greenet seatmate. Instead of the typical ones, she had a maroon ribbon of the same tint as her skirt. He didn't understand how it was allowed for a single girl to be wearing a unique colored uniform but he guessed that he rather not ask. He already had enough trouble as is.

A loud bang from the front got his attention. The door bursted open presenting a familiar orange-headbanded male, gasping for air as if he ran a marathon. The most surprising part about it was that he went straight to his direction.

"Gouenji, Kidou! I almost didn't make it!" The brunet screamed as he didn't waste a second to settle down at the chair in front of him. "A dog almost bit me on my way here!!" He made exaggerated gestures all the while adjusting himself to be able to tell his tale to both his friends.

Gohan noticed an aquamarine-haired male snickering in delight on the other side of the classroom as he watch them afar. Also a familiar face.

"Endou, not so loud. Gouenji here have a headache," the ponytailed classmate on his right commented as he smirked. Gohan honestly couldn't tell if he was making fun of him or just plainly amused at his antics. He eventually gave up on the idea of figuring out. Wait. He was getting distracted again. The captain's name was Endou, huh. So, there's Someoka-san, then Kidou-san, and now Endou-san. This was turning out to be an informative day for him.

"A headache?!? Since when do you get headaches??!" A pair of brown eyes widened as they neared his own. The chair in front of the demi-saiyan tilted as the goalkeeper leaned on his direction, making him back out a bit with a nervous smile.

"Endou, he's human like us.. like you," his energetic supposedly friend calmed down as he steadied his own seat again, "Although, you are right. It's unusual for Gouenji to have one considering he's a son of a strict yet praised doctor."

There was that look again. The look as if he's insinuating something. As if he knew something. What's up with this 'Kidou' person. He's worse than his father in this life! Even though the latter didn't speak much he could at least tell what emotion lies beneath. But this guy here? He couldn't get what's up with him at all! Before he could form a reply the door opened once again.

"Good morning," a violet-haired adult entered with only a book and a class record in tow, making everyone silently move to their respective places. His sharp onyx eyes rounded the room. Piercing each and every student with his unfathomable stare.

'Why does everyone here looks so intense all the time?!' He thought as he take a random notebook and a pen from his cream-colored shoulder bag. 'I should really read my notes after I went home,' he added as he tried settling down despite the infallible stare he could sense from his right.

"Let's start the class."

Kidou Yuuto had always been confident on his observation skills. He saw the things not every person was able to see. He emboldened himself by reading out and deducing a lot of outcomes from the informations he have gathered. Those were mainly the things that made him a good strategist. That's why he would immediately know if something was off.

His instincts screamed at him as he stole another glance to his obviously nervous striker bestfriend. There was something definitely wrong with him.

'Is he having problems with his father? Or maybe it's his sister this time?' Kidou couldn't help but be concerned. What was it that's making his friend forget a lot of things? He wasn't the type to rely on others for simple things too. Was it really just a headache? Or was there more?

"The answer is 326ab-3cd," the straightened armed Gouenji answered with his notebook unbelievably far from his own face.

'And since when the hell did he become so good at math?!' It's common knowledge that the flame striker never failed the subject but he was average at most. He never was the one to finish answering the question first, especially from a lesson that was just introduced the same day. It's true that he could get to the solution faster than half of their classmates.. but faster than Kidou himself - a.k.a. their batch's no. 1 student - in his best subject? Impossible!

"Correct," the violet-coated math teacher worded with a sagacious suspicion on his voice - only detectable to the class' top student.

Everyone was separated by their expressions of either bewilderment or awe.. and some even both.

"Any questions?" When not even a single soul responded, he continued, "Class dismissed." He left the classroom at the same time the school bell rang.

"Gouenjiiii!! You were amazing!! I didn't understand a thing about that lesson!!" An overly enthusiastic Endou rushed to him as soon as he got his bag.

"Yeah and not just on Kudou-sensei's class. Even on Mirio-sensei and Jura-sensei's too. You're acing everything," Kazemaru added with a smile.

"Almost. Surprisingly enough, he was worse than Endou when it came to social studies," Natsumi commented as frankly as ever.

'That's right. It wasn't just Math,' He placed two fingers on his chin as he remembered how the two other mentioned educators applauded the flame-haired in science and english respectively. Plus, he wasn't bad at Japanese language either, they even tied at that one. Kidou admitted that he was beaten in academics fair and square this time and he honestly accepted that. It just meant that he had a lot of room to grow. What's bothering him, however, was that his best friend seemed to fail on the one subject he was actually good at. In fact, he got zero on their social studies quiz. Was it really possible for someone to suddenly fail on their best subject and excel on the ones he used to be bad at in a matter of a day?

In addition, he seemed to be acting oddly enthusiastic the whole morning. He was elated at the idea of raising his hand and answering all the teachers' every question only after a classmate of theirs did so. His features showed nothing but sincere excitement whenever his name was called, which was, if he might add, a very weird experience for them all. It was as if he knew nothing about the whole concept of school besides the fact that people learn and study here. Like it was his first time going in one.

If Kidou would disregard his last mentioned observation, there was a possibility that he had another deal with his father. Gouenji-sensei would probably had told him to do even better in his every subject too and not just pass them slightly above average. But if that was the case, why was he failing on one? That one being his favorite too.

He returned his sight to the source of his confusion, the nervously laughing teen who was surrounded by their classmates.

Hold on.

'Nervously and laughing?!' The surprise on the strategist's face were barely hidden. A more keen individual would be able to tell how he's feeling at the moment if they would only as much as look. But of course, Kidou being Kidou, he immediately got rid of any evidences of the said emotion in not even a blink of an eye.

He eyed his target once again who was now scratching his nape like how Endou normally does so, 'Something's definitely not right.'

"Oi, Kidou!! We're gonna eat lunch! Aren't you coming?!" The penguin lover was snapped out of his reverie as his captain called after him.

"Coming," he replied as he took his bag, still keeping his hidden eyes on the teen under Endou's slung arm.

Son Gohan would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying his wish. This was seriously the best day he had in a long while and it wasn't even half of it yet! Who would have thought that attending school would require you to actively communicate with your teacher? All he thought was that they were there to explain and give you written assignments like what his mother did and boy haven't he enjoyed being wrong! He was answering the questions like there was no tomorrow. Well, he couldn't get to answer all of them and he blamed that to the sharp gazes he'd get from a particular goggle-wearing classmate.

Truthfully, Gohan was wondering why he never tried doing this before. Why he never wished for something for himself from the dragonballs. It was a long time of peace, it wasn't like there's actual harm on using one of the two wishes. That reminded him. He could swear he heard Shenron bid farewell right after his wish. Didn't that mean that a wish was granted before his? If so, when did it happen? What did it granted?

As the troubled platinum-blond got caught on another trance, his friend took this as an opportunity to innocently poke his back.

The distracted saiyan instantly jumped on his place as he felt the finger and turned comically to the culprit.

"You were holding up the line," the same monotoned dreadlock greeted his bewildered expression as he gestured his head behind him to prove his point.

"Oh right! Sorry!" He forwarded to cut the two-meter distance in front of him, sporting a flush of embarrassment.

'Focus.. focus.. this isn't the place to space out,' he chanted in his head as he carry his tray to an almost fully occupied table where a happy-go-lucky chocolate-haired was waving at him. He took a fast look of the rest of the small group as he walk.

Sitting beside the grinning teen was an aquamarine-haired male, showing only his right light brown eye like how he saw him earlier. In front of the unnamed player was his semi-bald escort earlier who seemed to be in a heated argument with his seatmate who owned a messy short brown hairdo.

"What took you so long~!" Endou welcomed him as he grinned.

Gohan sat next to him, filling the space of the other half of the table.

"Hey hey Gouenji! I thought you had a headache! How could you have done better than average in all your subjects?!" Someoka almost hit Handa as he basically growled and stood in his place beside the window. He scanned his fellow striker that was diagonally across him with a tinge of annoyance.

"Well, not all," Kazemaru tilted his head as he answered the dark-skinned teen seated opposite to him. "What happened to your social studies, Gouenji? It was just a review of what we learned last year. We're still in Japan's territory," he repeated the thought behind Natsumi's words.

"Yeah, Gouenji. I was wondering the same thing," Kidou took the last place of the six-person table as he joined the conversation. Everyone else followed suit as he started secretly glaring at the person perched right in front of him.

Gohan gulped loudly at the grim indication of who he reckoned his best friend. He inhaled sharply as he readied himself for the inevitable. It wasn't just them who were wondering. In fact, he still haven't gotten over that one subject that went down the drain. He literally have no idea where the heck Tokyo, Nagasaki, or even Japan was. He knew all the countries by book and literally flew over the world just to distinguished them - mostly to add some flavor and lessen the boredom on the studying part - but he haven't heard of nor seen any of those before.

"My head hurt the most on the third sub- period! I wasn't able to think of anything," he could barely keep the nervous laughter that have always came after his lies. Since it attracted too much attention from everyone, he began to consciously stop it with the thought of maybe Shuuya-san didn't react that way.

Kidou didn't miss the tension on his shoulders. With the addition of the not-so-well thought out excuse and the forced grin, the strategist couldn't help but be perplexed in this whole ordeal with his friend. It wasn't just worry like earlier too, there was some sort of discomfort. The striker's movements indicated that he was somehow wary of him. That he somehow thought of him as someone he couldn't trust yet.

'Just like a stranger..' the thought somehow left a bad taste at Kidou's mouth and made his stomach turn. He suddenly didn't feel like eating. Gouenji was important to him. He was the reason why he's in this team. They've been through so much together with Endou and the team. His comrades not trusting him was too much for him to bear.

"That's terrible, Gouenji!!" Kidou was shook out of his musings as their bubbly captain fretted, "I can't believe a headache can do something like this!"

The caped-midfielder's bloody red eyes lit up with the formidable goalie's words. It was as if a lightning stroke him, 'Can a headache really do something like that to a person? To a person who's amazingly focused and passionate at everything he does, at that.' He turned to the spiky-haired who was caught on a mighty bear hug by Endou. He combined all of the significant informations he had gathered but for some weird reason, he only ended up remembering Demonio Strada. He sighed. All this overthinking was taking him even further away to the subject at hand. And it did seemed like he was close to solving it. Forcing this right now would do him no good.

"How's your head now?" He decided to divert his heed by asking a genuine question before sending his dish to his mouth.

"Getting better, Kidou-san."

Everyone paused at what they heard and showcased different kinds of coping for the situation. Endou spit a mouthful at the wide-eyed Handa who did not mind yet of the amount of rice on his face. His seatmate, Someoka, gaped and stared in surprise at the source of the sentence. His mouth was opened enough for anyone to see the semi chewed rice inside. Kazemaru, who had witnessed the glorious spit take, did not waste a moment to lean and wiped Handa's now-mortified features.

The spoon slipped on Kidou's fingers as he absorbed what just happened. His hand remained on his chin's level as his head dramatically rose to meet the one who answered him.

"Kidou-san?" The end of his mouth made a disbelieving twinge as a chosen few strands of his chestnut hair frizzled up.

'Crap!! I forgot they're all the same age! I'm such an idiot!!' Gohan scolded himself as it registered to him how they're all at the same grade as Shuuya-san for a reason. Of course the politeness that was instilled in him just had to follow him here too. It wasn't really a problem per se but because of that he ended up calling almost everyone with that honorific, even people his age. He eyeballed Kidou as he composed himself. He opened his mouth to speak and Gohan began to internally panic.

"Gouenji.. How about we play soccer?"

Meanwhile, on a different place..

"Is he gonna be okay?!"

"Relax Dende. He isn't dead. He's just living another life. I heard his wish. He said it's just temporary. We just have to take care of his body until-"

"Piccolo-san! He's moving!"

The muscular figure halted on his meditation, stepping down where he was floating. He turned around to face the panicking younger form. His white robe swayed as he walk the small distance between him and the only people in the place.

"Kid."

Two green humanoid creatures scanned the teen blacket on the white blocked floor. He moved a hand to his face, trying to cover the brightness that's reaching his closed eyes. When no response was given, the taller of the two spoke again.

"Gohan. Oi, Gohan."

The lying figure only groaned. A hint of irritation traced the older one's face.

"Gohan, wake up. You have some explaining to do."

"Go.. han..?"

= End of Chapter Three: This is school? =

A/N: Is Gouenji gonna take his new world kindly? Or is he gonna lost it? What about Gohan? Will he be able to slip himself out of this one? Is the said first wish will prove to be important, story-wise? Find out on the next exciting chapter of INAZUMA ELEVEN Z!! Whoops, Sorry. I've always wanted to do that! Anyways, Next Chapter: 'Chapter Four: Gohan?'

Hey look! I made Kudou their homeroom (first period) and math teacher (fifth period/before lunch)!! He used to teach children so why the hell not teach middle schoolers too? Also, if I didn't made it clear enough.. Gouenji is seated at the very back just beside the window. Kidou sits on his right, Endou in front of him, Kazemaru's diagonal to him (third row, fourth column from the doors), Natsumi's at the very first desk that's closest to the front door, and Aki's beside her. They aren't alphabetically arranged at all! And anyone noticed the overprotective yet tsundere Someoka?! Man, I love that guy.

Point out some mistakes for me! Thanks for the support especially to Victor0606 and Mizuki-chan!!