Prince of Orange Star: Better Sorry Than Safe
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When Gohan walked into room 1492 he was greeted by an odd smirk from Mr. Marx, the same guy he was told to avoid at any cost by his two buddies Jesse and Sky. They weren't lying either, he felt it then, that there was something up with the guy. It wasn't just his odd habit of wanting, or in his case, needing to know everything about his students. There was just, something else that bothered Gohan about him.
The Prince walked up to his seat and lay his bottom in between the actor and artist. They opened up their papers and burst into laughter at the current event they would be discussing on this day. Gohan didn't need to know what they were looking at, he already knew. He dug his head into his desk to keep from showing his embarrassment.
The class went on to discussing how Gohan's situation on the previous day went from an 'almost easy' escape to a complete failure of avoiding the press.
"So class, where do you think your peer went wrong in trying to avoid getting caught yesterday?" The studious and mysterious man at the front of the class asked.
Just about everyone tipped their heads to the ceiling as they tried coming up with a plausible idea of what happened. When no spoke up to say anything Jesse and Skye exchanged devilish smirks and struggled to contain their laughter. After what seemed to be no more than a minute or two of holding it in Skye stepped up.
"Sir, I know where he went wrong." He chuckled. "First off, he shouldn't have chosen those bright colors that made him stand out so much. Plus that hat and pair of sunglasses. I gotta tell ya, I didn't think he'd make it as far as he did."
"What? You're the one who, ah! Skye! You're the one who said it would work." Gohan whined as he listened in on Skye's explanation. The class laughed at the back and forth.
"Yea well, as I was saying. He didn't choose a very good disguise, as good as it might have worked, it didn't look very promising to me. but where he truly faltered was getting in a bird's eye view of Erasa. You all know Erasa, the fashion girl. She knows what I'm talking about when I said it was a bad disguise. She saw right through it and picked him out like a sore thumb. It was pretty darn funny from my point of view. You should have seen Gohan run. It was ah-"
"You've said enough Skye, thanks for the explanation." Gohan retorted in an irritated tone as he pulled Skye back down into his seat.
"Haha, no problem. It was my pleasure." He smiled back to the annoyed Prince.
Mr. Marx listened in on the explanation and was quite amused, but he was interested in the specifics. "Well, thank you Mr. Blue, that was very, entertaining. But, I was more or less talking about how the young Ox Prince here took the time to take a picture with a citizen while a large crowd was gathered around him. Very nice story though."
"Now, let's get onto my favorite topic for today's paper. The title. Ox Prince poses for pictures. Where's his Princess? Something not only the press is interested about I'm sure."
Gohan's eye twitched as the conversation he was attempting to avoid, was brought to life. He covered his head with the newspaper on his desk and held it there tightly.
"Well Mr. Son? Are you going to answer the question?" Gohan peered up from his view under the paper. "The question the press want an answer to. Where is your Princess?" The History teacher smirked to himself as he brought up an obviously personal question.
Jesse took a look at Gohan who was bright red in the cheeks, something was running through his head and Jesse wanted to know. "So, got an answer for the man?"
"I told you this guy was a freak" The artist whispered into Gohan's ear.
The young Prince huffed under his paper and figured there was no escaping the topic at this point. There wasn't really anything very personal about the question, it wouldn't reveal any secrets, nor did it hold anything against him whether he said anything or not.
Replacing the newspaper over his head with a small, undeserving smile he spoke up. "Well sir, the only Princess is my mother. And she was at home when this was happening. She has no reason to be in the city. So why should she be there." He knew he was avoiding the actual question, so he told a half truth. His mom was a Princess.
"Oh ho ho, very good answer Mr. Son. But you didn't answer the question properly. I admire you for your awareness of the situation, but you cannot avoid what the press let alone your teacher who is grading you on your performance. So, is there a princess?"
Each girl who could see was waiting at the edge of their seats for his answer. If he was single, that meant that they still each had a chance to become a member of the Royal family. Gohan rose from his seat and while sweating bullets he said what most every girl in the room wanted to here.
"No. There's no princess." He squealed, which was in a matter of seconds lost within the coos of every female student in the room. His face turned blood red as he sat himself back down.
For the rest of the class period Jesse and Skye were the official 'note passers' for Gohan who was receiving 'Will You go out with me' or 'Are you still single' notes. The amount of girls in his class that wanted to use him for his status was unreal, he never would have thought that this many people could be so shallow.
Thankfully though, the notes were his only problem for the rest of the class period as Mr. Marx moved on from current events after the discussion of the morning paper to regular classwork. He covered the history of West City up to it's renaming of Satan City. Gohan didn't mind the city being named after the guy, it didn't mean much to him anyways, but it always bothered him whenever the guy would boast in front of cameras and claim that his way of fighting was for pros and the likes of Gohan and his friends were just tricks.
When class was over, the halls filled with student, and those of which who were listening well enough, were staring at the young Prince. The guys with envy, the girls with lust. Whispers ran through one ear over to the next, soon enough it was word of mouth that the young Saiyan was single.
He hadn't felt this uncomfortable since first meeting his dad's friends on Master Roshi's island all those years ago. It wasn't making this whole experience of being a real kid very welcoming, this wasn't what he thought it would be like at all. If he wanted all the attention he could have just went to school back at home and been done with it.
The whispers soon turned into full fledged conversation as no one seemed to be hiding their thoughts very well.
"I hear the new kid is single."
"He's pretty hot too."
"Hey isn't he that Ox Prince?"
"Oh my God you're right. All the more reason."
"Dude he's got every girl standing in line and he doesn't even know it yet."
"What I wouldn't give to be him right now."
"He's here no more than a day and he's got the girls all over him, what the hell?"
"He's just a scrawny little punk. I've got gym class with him next, I'll be sure to tell him who's boss around here."
Gohan walked with himself to the gym locker room with these thoughts by his side. 'Is this what everyone really thinks? What everyone here really sees me as? Am I just something to shoot for, something to gain?'
Gohan sat on a bench in the dressing room in front of his locker with his head down, deep in thought. Back there in the halls he heard the truth. He heard what everyone was thinking, more or less they didn't seem to want to keep it a secret since they were talking so loud. It was as if they thought he couldn't hear him.
The only thing he could think of doing in this situation was attempting to get into that serene state of mind where nothing existed. That one place in his mind where there was nothing going on, there was no noise coming in, and nothing going out. It was a plain white area where he was rested in an indian style sitting position. His legs were crossed and his arms the same. It was the one truly calm place he could visit. He would stay in this place for what in his mind would seem like hours, but in reality, no more than a minute or two.
He sat there in his quiet place trying to figure out everything that was going on lately. There was suddenly so much more to get to since he started school. On top of his responsibilities at home, he now had to keep up with his school work, make an attempt at making new friends, and all the while hide his one true secret from the world.
Yea, this Prince had it tough, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. He always enjoyed a challenge, but sometimes a challenge turned into a task, that seemed like the situation he was in. The challenge made by himself was now turning into something he had to watch out for. Something he didn't agree upon, and that was frustrating.
And that is why he was where he was, to relax, to clear his mind of everything obscene and take a look from the outside looking in. He was able to see the world for what it was. Everyone he had met in the past day and a half couldn't be trusted. Not yet, he made the mistake of thinking it was possible to just pop right in and be everyone's friend. On top of questioning his trust for everyone, someone was waiting for him in the gym waiting to 'show him who's boss.'
His calming area was to be left for now, it was time to get back to reality. He dug himself out of his happy place and stood up from the bench he was sitting on. He took his time to look around, he was the only person left in the locker room. At least no one had attempted to push him out of the room. He tightened the red sash around his waist and walked out of the changing room and into the gym where he would meet this bully and put him in his place.
As he walked in late to class, the big and burly coach stared directly at him, observing how he was carrying himself. It was like the kid pulled a 180 and turned into a completely different person from what he saw on the previous day. He also noticed something else peculiar about the boy, the clothes he was wearing. A dark purple fighter's Gi with a black undershirt with these weird brown shoes that looked out of place. He also had on red wristbands with a matching red sash around his waist.
As Coach Rush was doing, the rest of class was mimicking. They all Watched as Gohan walked confidently over to his place on the wall where the others stood so the teacher could take attendance. The sudden change in attitude was surprising, most didn't know how to react, but one girl kept her eagle eye on the Prince.
'What's up with him all of the sudden. Something looks to have gotten on his bad side. I'm getting this weird feeling about him, and I don't like it. I want to know what's going on.' Videl kept her eyes on the boy as he leaned himself up against the padding on the wall with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed. He seemed as calm as a bird, but there was definitely something on his mind.
"Well, now that we have everyone here we can get this class started. Seeing as yesterday was a day off and I let you punks slack off, today is a full out day of hard work. Nothing but blood, sweat and tears today ladies and gentlemen. Now drop and give me 50!" screamed Coach rush as he slammed his clipboard to the floor and began walking around the students.
"Mr. Pencil, all the way up! Davidson, extend those arms! Coughlin, off your knees! Man up!" he barked to his top students. He was ashamed that they were in such conditions after such a short time. He continued his walk around the spread out students and went over to where most of the girls crowded.
'Hmph, as expected, most are on their knees already.' After just a short look into the girl's area he went over to the corner of the gym and grabbed a bird's eye view of the entire area. His eyes went left to right at a slow pace until they suddenly stopped at a very odd sight to behold. He stamped his feet and walked over to the isolated area where the one boy was.
He was stunned at was he was watching, as were the other students who stopped in their tracks to watch him go. "Wh-what are you doing!" Gohan flipped himself over from doing one finger push-ups and stood in front of the coach who reminded him way too much of a certain loud mouthed Saiyan of the past.
In as low a voice as he answer "I was doing what you asked sir. Is something wrong?" Gohan never made eye contact with the bald man as he looked straight past him. He made sure to be looking at a wall when his eyes, for just a lone second flashed a bright teal.
In an odd circumstance of dumb luck, while on her thirty fifth push-up her body jolted up, compared to her fairly recent struggle to push back up. All of the pain, all of the stress in her arms and legs suddenly disappeared. She was able to push on and finish the 15 push-ups left over. When she finished all Fifty push-ups she stood up proudly and threw her hands to her hips and sighed a relief, not for a second thinking about that second wind.
She looked for the coach to announce to him that she finished all 50. She caught sight of him, but next to him was that weird kid. That boy with the pitch black eyes whom everyone seemed to take an odd liking too. She as well as everyone else in the hallways had heard the chatter about his status, he was indeed single, but that didn't interest the young Satan in the least. He was just another boy, except he was as much in the eagle eyes of the press as she used to be.
She remembered the first time she was put into the spotlight. She was just 11 years old at the time. It was the day after her dad defeated the monster known only as Cell. It was during that huge parade around the city. At first people were just flashing their cameras at her dad. BUt when they noticed her as his daughter, she instantly became a prize in their eyes. Never before did the press even know she existed until that day.
At first it felt nice to have her picture taken, she felt special, important, she felt wanted. But as the days, weeks, months and eventually years went by. The press just pestered her for a snap. They wouldn't lay off, and that initial feeling of being important or special began to fade. It no longer held the same pizazz as it once did.
At one point she finally got fed up with all the unwanted attention and took matters into her own hand. Tricking one of those annoying camera men into handing her their camera so she could view one of the pictures they had snapped of her. She claimed she wanted to choose which photo would make it onto the paper the next day. Well, let's just say any picture that was taken on that roll of film never made it to the paper.
From that point on the papers took it easy when Videl was around. They didn't snap as many pictures and they didn't push as much as they used to do around her for an answer to one of their obscene questions. She finally had her privacy, but when she was around her dad in the public, she was forced to behave and submit. She never liked that feeling, she couldn't imagine anyone besides her father enjoying fame in such a way.
There, standing in front of her, with his back to the Coach Rush, was the one person she could possibly relate to in that area. The Prince of the Ox Kingdom held the same issue as she once had. She witnessed it first hand on the day before when he tried to escape the camera demons by disguising himself, and then eventually attempting to run away. He hated the spotlight almost as much as she did. This interested her, he was now to targeted by her questions.
She walked closer to where the conversation between the student and teacher was happening. Everyone was trying to hear what was going on. The coach had on a furious looking expression while Gohan, well no one could see Gohan's face from where they stood, he still had his back turned and was facing a wall. Videl decided to ask what was going on from one of the gossipy girls in the class, more notably, her best friend Erasa.
"Well, Gohan was doing his push-ups, and from what I've been told, quite easily. So Coach walked over to him and asked what he was doing?" the blond explained.
"That's it? That's what the big fuss is about? That's just st-"
"He was only using one finger"
"What?"
Videl and Erasa turned to see the usually annoying boy with crazy hair styles and odd habits. "I said he was only using one finger, to do the exercise. That's why coach got mad."
"You're an idiot Skye, how would anyone be able to do 50 push-ups with just one finger? And even if he did, why would Coach get mad about that?"
"Because he's Coach, a big idiot with anger issues." the actor pinched the bridge of his nose all the while bringing his gaze down to the floor. "I'm just saying, that's what I saw. Take it as you will, but Coach obviously isn't happy about something."
"That's a stupid reason, I'm going to find out what's happening." Videl brushed by Erasa her Skye and walked towards the two who were in a stand off at the other end of the Gymnasium.
'What's that idiot saying anyways? 50 one finger push-ups? Yea right, I doubt it.' Videl told herself as she approached the small crowd of students watching the two go at it from each others' backside's.
"I noticed the type of clothes you're wearing isn't just typical work out clothes for a teenager such as yourself." His cold tone rung though the air.
"Yea, so. What of it?" The young boy answered in an equally dark tone.
"Well, that's a Gi if I'm not mistaken, what martial artists usually wear when they fight or train. Tell me I'm wrong." The brawny man turned around to Gohan's back to observe his attire as a whole. He noted to himself the odd looking shoes.
"No, you're right. So what? What's your point?"
"Well, if I saw what I saw, and I know what I saw, and seeing what you're wearing, I'm only to assume that you're a fighter of some sorts. Right?"
"I dabble with swords. What are you getting at?" This conversation was going exactly where Gohan thought it would. He should never have assumed that no one would recognize the clothes he wore.
"Swords eh? Well then, fists shouldn't be any sort of trouble for you if I were to pit you against one of my top fighters, would it?" His eyes turned to the left where a young man who looked much too old to be 14 or 15 was stretching his limbs out. He chuckled to himself.
"None, at, all." That was all the coach needed to here.
"BUCK! Get over here." He motioned with his head. The boy quickly got to his feet and walked over to the two. He was almost as tall as the coach with a well built figure. He was one the few boxers in the grade who could go up against Sharpner at an equal level.
"Sup Coach?" he began to crack his knuckles in anticipation, he knew what he was called over for. Gohan also recognized his voice as the boy from before. He was going to have fun.
Mr. Rush turned to face the class and announced for them stop if any of them were still continuing in their warm ups. He then called for one of his other favorite students to bring out the blue mats and place them in the middle of the gym.
"Class, since the Prince here thinks that warm ups was a bit too easy, I'm going to let him display for us all what exactly tough is around here. Buck here is going to have a friendly match here with him and show him what happens when you disrespect me." Buck went and grabbed his gloves from the locker room and came back minutes later with his hands taped and wrapped in the blue cushion.
Gohan still stood as he was, staring against the wall, listening to everything being said while at the same time focusing his energy and calming himself down. It was just like training with Roza. He needed to drop his power level down to a level equal to a human being, but in this case he kept it just a bit above, just to have some fun. He didn't want to hurt the kid, but he did want to put him in his place.
"Alright Coach, I'm ready. Let's do this." The boy was confident that he would win this friendly match. Gohan didn't even want to acknowledge his existence at the moment, or at least that was the facade he was putting up from everyone else's point of view.
"Hey Prince boy, you accept the challenge? Get over here and show everyone what you're made of." Gohan took in deep and calming breathes before opening his eyes and turning around. He was at ease and in control. He walked over to the mat with an expression of apathy plastered on his face.
"Let's get this over with."He said in a low tone, barely audible to those in front of him. But Buck had heard, and this got him fired up even more. He began tip toeing all around as he got the feel for the mat they were to spar on. He took some jabs at the air.
Gohan stared at the bully with the same blank stare he had on fort he past couple of minutes.
"You punks ready?" Buck got into a fighting stance with his fists covering his face.
'Hmph, I know what I'm going to do. This is going to be fun.' Gohan told himself as he stared his opponent down.
"FIGHT!" Buck in an instant rushed towards his opponent leading with his right arm. He thrust his arm forward to the Prince's face. He finished his swing and almost fell over his own two feet when his arm went through the kid. He stared back at his gloved hand and then back at where Gohan was standing. His body was wavering with the patterns of the air flow in the room.
"What, what the hell?" The mirror image disappeared moments later and Buck was left speechless. He stood there with his mouth agape. "Where did he go? How did he do that?" He looked around the 20x20 arena just to find that Gohan was at the opposite end with his back turned in the same position he was in before he moved.
"How, how did you get over there? RAH!" Buck rushed over to the boy with the wild black in an attempt to take him by surprise while he had his back turned. "Left this time!" As he announced he threw a left jab towards the back of Gohan's head.
Instead of leaving an after image, this time he disappeared from view completely. "What the hell is going on here?" He raged. Behind his rage he could here the other students laughing in the background. "What the hell are you laughing about? Where is that punk?"
He looked around the arena, this time he was no where to be seen. He could still hear the giggles going on in the background. He didn't know where else to look, his opponent just disappeared into thin air. He was about to just walk out when someone pointed to him. He shot them a weird look.
"Up." Someone from the crowd shouted. He looked up and saw a head of hair high above his own. He grew angry at this. This new kid was playing him for a fool.
"I've got you now. HA!" He jabbed his right fist towards the sky just to miss everything. The next thing he knew he was gasping for air. A shot of pain scorched through his chest cavity. His eyes slowly coursed down to the area of pain. There he met the cold stare of his opponent who had two fingers extended to his chest, just barely reaching his shirt and pushing up against his skin.
The boy gasped for air, while everyone else gasped in aw as they witnessed, or at least attempted to witness the one sided bout. Gohan's movements were way too fast for anyone to track.
'Maybe that was too much. Whatever. I didn't hurt him too bad. From the looks of it he's still conscious, so I should be fine. He just needs a break is all.' Gohan removed his fingers from the boy's chest and walked past him and towards the wall behind him as he waited for something to happen.
'Hm, this was probably counter productive towards my ultimate goal of fitting in here. Oh well, one step forward and two steps back. I should stop acting like an idiot I guess and act more like myself around everyone. Hopefully it was just that teacher's influence that got everyone riled up. I don't want to have to be on everyone's watch list at school as well as outside. I should apologize. That would help me feel less guilt for doing this.'
"BUCK! What the hell happened, are you ok?" There was no response from the boy. He was still gasping for air. Attempting to breathe in and out but getting nothing in. "Someone get him a glass of water, quick!" yelled the coach with a sense of urgency.
This was at the time where Gohan made his way over to his former opponent. He walked around Buck and stood staring up at the current condition the boy was in.
"You should never underestimate your opponent in anything you do. Whether it be a mindless video game to a fight. Confidence is the one weakness everyone shares. It's not a bad thing to have, but having too much can cause sloppiness." Gohan placed his left palm over the boy's chest and felt for a beat. He pushed in with little force and brought the same two fingers which crippled the boy towards the top of his chest and pushed in. Not a second later Buck was breathing in deep breathes of air as he brought his hands to his knees and caught his breathe.
"I'm sorry for what I did, but I had no choice in the matter. You should be careful next time. There are many openings in your technique." Gohan walked back over to where he thought he had friends. He was still questioning whether they were trustworthy. He was way too open on his first day. Mr. Marx actually helped put things into perspective. He didn't want to admit it, but he sort of needed to thank the guy.
For the rest of the Gym class period, Gohan was left alone by the coach and was left to talk with his friends, or so he still called them for now. He explained to them that he was unsure of who he could trust after what happened in History. He made sure to stick it clearly into Skye's and Erasa's heads that it wasn't ok to just throw him into the fire like they both did.
Sharpner over heard the conversation Gohan had with the small group as did Videl. He wanted to apologize for the way his friend acted and what he might have said to Gohan that possibly hurt his feelings. He made the same mistake that Buck made just one day ago when he challenged Gohan to a fight.
Videl just felt this force that compelled her to be near the kid. It wasn't something she could explain. It was like that second wave of energy she picked up while doing her warm ups. It was just a mystery to her. There was also the fact that Erasa was her best friend, and she felt the need to be wherever she was if she could. Videl didn't have many real friends as much as she had followers and those who wanted to be friendly with her to get to her dad.
The Prince went on to explain that he enjoyed his privacy and never enjoyed the spotlight, but he did what he had to do in Gym so that maybe people would stop talking about him in such a way that he was just a prize to be won and every female his age was a contender for the winnings.
When lunch came around he told his small group of questionables that he needed some time to himself to think things out a little. The respected his need for personal space and left him alone. So there he was on the roof eating a bowl of meat and rice all the while thinking about everything that had gone on during the day.
'Huh, this day. From the beginning it's just been a big annoyance. First I wake up and to my surprise my Katana was ready to be wielded but I forgot to think of a name for it so I can't even see it. Then there was the incident at the bank, can't forget that. I really didn't want to step in on that, but I couldn't let her do everything and risk her dying.'
He took a moment to move to his next bowl of food.
'And then class. Jeez, I never thought people could be so shallow in my entire life. And that teacher. Mr. Marx How can anyone be so observant and pay attention to so much little detail. He's almost like Bulma with her inventions except more annoying. These next 4 months are going to be tougher than I imagined.'
Gohan had finished his lunch and took to the edge of the roof and sat on the end whilst letting his legs dangle. His hair wept with the wind as it flowed left and right. This was going to be the place he could escape to when he needed time to think when he wasn't home. The roof was perfect. It was an open area where the sky shone down upon and he could see everything down below with a perfect bird's eye view. Yes, this was perfect for some deep thinking.
He was just beginning to enjoy the silence of his own thoughts and the wind when he heard a creak from behind. His thoughts went immediately to the back of his eyes. He shut out all other noise and focused on whomever was there with him on the roof. Right away he knew who it was. It was quite familiar. Even though it was new he could distinguish the energy signal from any other kid in the school due to special circumstances.
The girl with the long raven pigtails approached the ledge where he sat and laid herself just inches next to him. She didn't know why she came up to the roof, she just felt this odd tug from inside that led her there. It was like that odd second wave of energy she experienced in the gym.
She sat down and never made eye contact with him as she stared out into the distance. He on the other hand was curious as to why she was there. He turned his head over to her and tried to get a glimpse of those crystal blues that he had the pleasure of looking into before.
"What you did back there."
"I know what I did. You probably just think it was all some trick, don't you. Like everyone else. But you're not going to say that because I'm a Prince and you want to stay on my 'good side.'" He made sure to put emphasis on the latter part of his sentence.
"What? I was going to say that what you did back there was amazing, but sure, judge me before you know me." She turned her head to face him. "And you must have forgotten who I am, because I am NOT that shallow. I judge people for how they act, not for who they are and what their status as a person might be. Have you forgotten who you're talking to? Hello, Videl Satan here, daughter of the World Champ. The guy who beat Cell. I get judged everyday just because of that. I know exactly what you're going through." She explained. He never broke his stare into her glistening blue orbs. He was transfixed in the beauty of it all.
"Hey lover boy, wake up." She snapped. "You've gotta stop doing that. You've been doing it a lot, it's kind of weird." She told him. He never noticed that she was catching him doing it. He never really noticed that he was staring when was.
"Oops, sorry, I tend to lose focus at times. It's the reason for many of the marks on my arm. Master Roza says I need to learn to concentrate better and stop losing focus on whatever I'm doing."
"Hmph, I agree with your master, she sounds smart. You seem pretty oblivious to everything that's going on around here and you walk about as if nothing is happening. You got ADD?"
"Add? Add what?" He innocently asked.
"No, not add. A.D.D. Attention Defi-, oh never mind. Forget I mentioned it."
"Already done. Hehe." The two young crime fighters went on to talk about their dislike for the press. It was the only thing they could find they had in common. They found out that neither of them liked their private life being made public and they enjoyed peace and quiet whenever they had some. That topic eventually fell through the roof, literally and they moved on. Gohan decided to push something he'd been wanting to ask since the morning.
"So, Videl. You fight crime right?" He asked, turning his head over to meet her eyes once again. Anything to get a glimpse.
"Yea, what of it?"
"Well, I was just wondering why is all. I mean, you're just a 14 or 15 year old girl, isn't the police force skilled and trained enough to do the job?"
"Yea, well. They can handle themselves most of the time, but they're just gutless idiots out there. I'm usually the one to initiate the combat when there's a serious situation. No one wants to get themselves in the line of fire, even with all the armor they wear under their vests. You would think they would have the sense of mind to go ahead and not have me jump in without a suit on and without any weapons. Just my fists and feet to do my dirty work." Videl explained. She really did feel out of place when they police force would just sit back and do nothing while she did everything. She was especially ashamed in their gutless act from this morning.
"Really? You go in there with nothing? You mean to say you just fight your way through and hope for the best? That's crazy, you could get hurt, or worse." he replied in a worrisome voice. He knew what he saw, but he wanted to hear the truth from the source itself.
"Eh, there's nothing to it. Just thugs who don't know how to fire a weapon or throw a punch."
"Yea, well what about what you said earlier? You said you were shot. That's dangerous. How could you even be in school if that happened this morning? I'd be in bed sleeping for the rest of the day if that happened to me." He lied. Of course bullets had no real effect on him besides a little tickle.
"Yeah, well that makes you a wimp. And besides, when I woke up in the hospital bed, it was like nothing had even happened. I remember being shot like 3 times, one of the bullets actually pierced through my skin. I don't know how to explain it, but it feels like nothing even happened." She felt up her leg where the pieces of clothe he wrapped around her still were. She removed the one on her left leg where the bullet went straight through.
"Hey, I thought you said you were shot? I don't a bullet hole, not even the slightest notion of a wound."
"That's what I'm saying. I'm not lying to you. I have no reason to lie and say I was shot, that just sounds stupid. Who would brag about that? But I'm telling you, I'm 100% positive that a bullet went through my leg. I felt it burn through my skin, I know it did." A smile crept onto her face as her eyes went to the sky above as she thought about what happened.
He looked up at what she was staring at with confusion. Was there something up there? Nope, just the sky. He shook his head and went back to what he was about to ask. "Then how do you explain no bullet wound? And hey, isn't medical tape usually white? This is Orange, and it doesn't really look like anything medically related. It's not a tape nor gauze. It just feels like a shirt." He felt up his once whole top, picking it up from the floor they sat on.
"Well, it's hard to explain, and you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you." She turned away as she reached for her shoulder and ripped off the other pieces of clothe wrapped around her arm. She brought it up to her eyes and looked it over. It was stained with her blood all over.
"Non-sense. You'd never believe some of the stories I've heard before. Just try me." He tempted.
"Well alright, but don't tell me I didn't warn you." She took a moment to think about what happened. She tried to remember what he looked like. That person who saved her life. If he even was a person, she thought he might have just been a figment of her imagination, but that wouldn't explain why her head wasn't crushed by that thug.
"Well, I was gasping on my breathe of air when I was in the bank. I was down on the floor and I couldn't move after being shot. There was just one last guy to beat before I could say the mission was done with, but I couldn't move. To make things short he threatened me with my life and just about followed through with it to."
"Well, what happened then?"
"I'm getting to it. Sheesh, let a girl finish." She rolled her eyes at his impatience. "Well, as I was saying my last goodbyes and prayed for dear life that a miracle would happen, it did."
"A miracle?"
"A bright golden light came before me and somehow saved my life. I couldn't see it very well but I think it was a person. A golden person with bright white and yellow hair. I think it was an Angel that saved me. A Guardian Angel if you could believe that. All I could make out after I got a glimpse of him or her, or whatever it was, was the sound of someone getting punched really hard in the gut, I assume it was the robber, because truth be told, here I am sitting her next to you."
"Um, ok? Sure, Guardian Angel?" He wondered with an odd look on his face. 'That sounds much better than the Delivery Boy. Alright.' He mentally cheered.
"Well how else would you explain all my wounds being healed and me not feeling the least bit fatigued when I came to? Huh? That's the only explanation, someone up above is watching over me and making sure I'm ok. That's gotta be it." She exclaimed while she stared back at him with a great wide smile and a glint in her eyes.
"Well, I couldn't say. So for now I'm just going to say you're really lucky. But you shouldn't have to rely on luck. Others should be watching over you, like the police force. They should be doing their job better. You shouldn't have to be the one to initiate anything. The cops should be able to do their job just fine without you." He complained. He really didn't like that a girl his age was fighting crime, just because he did it once doesn't mean she should be. He had unbelievable powers, while she was just a normal human.
"Yeah, well, what are you going to do about it. They're lousy at what they do and nothing can change that." She sighed in disappointment.
"Well, I can do something. I can help you out. I am the Prince of the Ox Kingdom after all. I'm betting I have some pull with my grandpa and can convince him to maybe donate some funds over here to help train or even recruit a new police force if you wanted." Gohan offered. It's not like he could play hero 24/7 and be around the city all the time in case something happened.
"Really! You would do that? That'd be a dream come true if I ever saw one." She exclaimed in a hopeless sounding tone as she fell onto her back and threw her hands behind her head.
'A dream come true?' He repeated each word slowly in his head. 'Guardian Angel? Dream come true? Hmm? I think I have an idea. I can work with this.' He clapped his hands together and drew a wide grin.
"It would be my pleasure." the young Prince answered as he remained on topic.
"You know, you're not as bad as I imagined you'd be. Thanks for that." She complimented all the while staring up at him as he stared out into the open.
"Heh thanks. And to think I was just about to run myself out of this school. You you're the first person who's actually opened up and got to know me. I mean, Jesse is ok, albeit he's a bit quiet and to himself. And then there's Skye. He's a fun guy to be around from I've picked up, But he's just so, so-"
"Careless?" She suggested.
"Yeah. I mean, did you know he told me I'd be fine with that weird looking clothes I walked out of the school with yesterday? And then in class he admits it was a mistake by me. He could have said something ya know." Remembering the whole fiasco was bad enough, talking about it was just aggravating.
"He's a jokester. But you can't really blame him. He's an actor, it's in his head that he has to deceive, put on a mask and hope people believe him." Videl explained to him.
"Yeah, I guess. But that makes me wonder. You chose a Science based elective. So, what do you want to do?" He asked with interest.
She closed her eyes as she imagined her one true dream. She smiled before she spoke. "One day, I'm going to explore the depths of space." She stared up at the sky and lost herself in the clouds above as they slowly swayed to the right.
"So you're a star gazer. That's pretty cool." He acknowledged. He laughed to himself on the inside knowing first hand what was out there in space.
"What about you? Why did you choose the class?" He turned over to her and saw her eyes looking up and took the chance to steal a glance, maybe she wouldn't notice.
"Me? Well, There's someone I'd like to see again. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe there was something at this school that might have helped, but it doesn't seem very likely." There was just a hint of disappointment in his voice, thankfully she didn't notice. She already explained to him how she disliked weak people who always cried.
"So, you were looking for someone?" She was a bit confused with the way he worded his reply. He wasn't too direct and he left interpretation for it wide open.
"Well, not really. I know where he is. It's just, the person I'm looking for isn't meant for this world anymore." And for a second he could of sworn one of the clouds above made an odd formation with 7 weird looking spikes.
"Would you just say what you want to say already? I don't feel like thinking when I don't have to." the young crime fighter complained. Lunch was almost over anyways so she would have to kick start that brain of hers any minute now anyways.
"It's a pretty far-fetched dream. But I wanna travel through time."
A/N: I have a couple people to thank here. These people submitted ideas and let me use them for this story, although I think I introduced all but one of the ideas in this chapter alone. XD So, thank you to Mandalore18 or DesertStar87, Dracarot and ferduran. I really liked your ideas, thanks for the permission to use them. :D
Well I hope you guys enjoyed and look forward to the next installment. See ya later.
