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Gohan's eyebrow twitched and ticked. He racked his brain for the answers… none. Zip. Zilch. Dammit all. He glared at their teacher with all his might, but the teacher didn't seem to notice at all. Curse him, the stupid idiotic teacher.
It was their first Defence Against Dark Arts class. Many people were excited about it, saying how great Professor Lockhart is. Gohan was beginning to think that he was until…
"We're going to have a pop quiz today!" Lockhart said cheerfully. "No worries! It's very easy!" Gohan stared at him as if he was mental.
Is he insane? Gohan mentally scowled. This is our freaking first class! Lockhart handed out the sheet, and when Gohan saw it, he literally fell out of his seat.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Son?" Lockhart asked. Gohan mutely nodded and sat back up. He stared at the title of the 'quiz': All about Gilderoy Lockhart.
Gohan heard Trunks choke on his spit. Lockhart grinned at them. "It's nothing! I'm just seeing how well you read the books! If you have read them of course!"
So now here he was, looking at the very first question: What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?
Gohan scowled. How am I supposed to know his favourite colour? He casted a glance at the Professor Lockhart. Hm… he acts so girly sometimes… I'd say… pink would fit him! Grinning, Gohan took his pencil and wrote down the said colour beside the question.
Next question: What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? Grinning again, Gohan wrote: To be a girl beside the question.
For the next thirty minutes, Gohan enjoyed himself immensely in writing down the stupidest answers. Lockhart then collected the papers and flipped through them.
His eyebrows rose when he looked at Gohan's. "For your information, Mr. Son, my favourite colour is lilac, not pink." The class erupted into giggles. "Have you read any of my books?"
"No," was the cold reply Lockhart received. The teacher grinned suddenly.
"Oh, I know! You're jealous of me aren't you, Mr. Son?" Lockhart said. Without letting Gohan answer he continued. "Oh, I feel so flattered."
All Gohan could do was gape at him. He's so arrogant! I don't think I've met anybody so arrogant in my life!
"Oh, there's no reason to be surprised!" Lockhart smiled. "You're not the only one! Many people are jealous of me and my feats! But now, let's continue on with the answers shall we not?"
Gohan was going to interrupt when somebody kicked him. He turned and glared at Trunks, who sat behind him. "I want to give him a piece of my mind!"
Trunks shook his head. Frowning, Gohan turned back towards the teacher who was rambling on and on about his great achievements. "What an arrogant idiot," Gohan muttered to himself. Unfortunately, Lockhart seemed to hear him mumble.
"Anything you'd like to share about my achievements, Mr. Son? Maybe about how amazed you are?" he asked charmingly.
"No," Gohan glared at him coldly. Lockhart seemed surprised and then once again smiled.
"Oh, I get it! You're the kind of person who is shy around people you admire aren't you?" Lockhart said. "No need to be shy in here Gohan! You have such an unusual name! Very creative, if I may add. Who named you? Your mother or your father? I would love to meet them one day! Especially your dad! I heard he was a martial arts champion!"
Gohan's eyes hardened. "Too bad you can't." His voice was low and dangerous. Lockhart looked at him skeptically and then continued on his rant.
"Gohan…" Trunks muttered to him. "He doesn't know, there's no need to be so cold."
Gohan looked away. "Whatever."
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"Gohan… wake up." A voice brought Gohan from his sleep. "It's time to train."
Groaning, Gohan opened his eyes lightly and then sat up. He took off his sleeping wear to show a blue gi. He reached over and picked up his cloak. "Alright, let's go." He opened the window and jumped out. Trunks followed suit. Gohan turned back and closed the window shut. "We'll come back at dawn. There's 2 hours to train."
Trunks nodded and they both blasted off towards the plain where they trained. They landed and faced each other. "Alright, we'll spar for 30 minutes, rest for 30 minutes and then repeat that. Then we'll go back," Trunks said. Gohan nodded and they faced each other. They threw their black cloaks on the floor a few meters away from them.
Gohan suddenly jumped at flew towards Trunks at an amazing speed. He raised his fist and punched, but Trunks dodged at the last minute before jumping up and elbowed Gohan in the back. Gohan flipped to his feet and stood in a fighting stance. Trunks charged and blasted a ki blast towards him. Gohan put up his shield just in time and then powered up to Super Saiyan. Trunks grinned and powered up too.
They sparred like that for 20 minutes, and then Gohan powered up to Super Saiyan 2 and of course beat up Trunks. They both collapsed on the grass after 10 more minutes, panting. Sweat covered both their bodies, and parts of their gi had been ripped off. Cuts and bruises decorated them
"We might want to hold back a bit more next time," Trunks said after a while. "Or else we'll finish the new batch of sensu beans quickly."
Gohan looked up into space. "No, I have to train harder…" Trunks stared at the younger boy.
"Gohan…"
"I have to," Gohan repeated. "We can survive without the sensu beans."
"Yeah," Trunks snorted with sarcasm. "They'll wonder where we got our bruises and cuts."
Gohan shrugged. "Whatever… come on let's spar again."
(30 minutes later)
Once again, both boys collapsed into a heap on the grass, exhausted. "Gohan… toss… me… a… bean…" Trunks groaned. Gohan nodded and did as he was told, then ate one himself. Both collapsed and panted for a while.
"Gohan…" Trunks turned to his friend who was currently gazing at the sky.
"What?"
"Why do you aspire to be so strong?" Trunks asked. "You're already the strongest out of all of us."
Gohan looked away again, tearing his gaze from the sky. "Because…"
"Does it have anything to do with Goku, and him leaving?" Trunks prodded. Normally he wouldn't poke into any other people's business, but Gohan was an exception. Gohan was silent and didn't answer his question. "Gohan… I'll take that as a yes."
"Whatever."
"Gohan, dammit answer me!" Trunks was getting frustrated.
Gohan once again was silent and then he spoke up quietly. "Alright… I want to be stronger, so maybe my dad won't have to worry about having people come back to have revenge. So maybe I can defeat them easier, making sure that nobody dies, making sure nobody's in danger. And then, maybe my dad would come back… to me."
"Gohan…"
The boy sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. "I want to make him proud of me…"
"Goku already said he was proud of you," Trunks whispered to him reassuringly. "You don't have to prove anything, he's already proud of you."
"Yeah?" Gohan suddenly spoke up loudly. "Then why the hell would he want to stay dead?"
Trunks sighed. "We've been through this already. It was only because he wants to protect the planet."
"He thinks that I'm not strong enough to protect it then," Gohan said. "He thinks I'm weak…"
"NO! That's not what I meant!" Trunks said vehemently. "He doesn't want to endanger the Earth again."
"I can protect it if I train hard enough," Gohan said stubbornly. Suddenly tears escaped his eyes as he turned to Trunks. "I only want my dad and mom to come back. Is that so hard?"
"Gohan…" Trunks was kind of surprised. The other boy wiped his tears away and took off into the air.
"Come on, we better get back…" Gohan muttered, taking his cloak. Trunks nodded and followed suit, and while he flew back, he couldn't help but curse Goku.
Dammit Goku, I know you stayed dead to protect us. But, hell, you don't know how much this is killing Gohan.
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The flight back was really quiet, neither of them even tried to start up a conversation. Then suddenly, their silver necklaces start to beep.
"Come on, this way," Gohan muttered. They swerved off to another side, making sure they weren't seen by the approaching people. They slipped on their cloaks and were going to reenter the school when they heard people arguing. So, they decided to check it out.
Trunks and Gohan arrived there just in time to hear Malfoy brag. "I'm the new Slytherin seeker, Weasley. Look here at the new broomsticks my father bought for us. It sure does make those… worthless things you call a broomstick, look like trash."
"At least the Gryffindor team has talent," Hermione cut in. "Unlike the Slytherins, who only count on their broomsticks to win."
Trunks and Gohan stood in the background, watching as Malfoy's smirk got wiped off his face. "Nobody asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Malfoy spat.
The moment those words left his mouth, the Gryffindor team went crazy. Fred and George attempted to strangle the blonde boy, the three girls on the team screamed words that made no sense to the demi-saiyans. Ron took out his want and screamed something, that went unheard to Gohan and Trunks since the girls were screaming so loudly.
However, they saw what happened next. There was silence when a green light came from Ron's wand… and hit Ron in the stomach, making him reel backwards. The Gryffindor team crowded around the boy, who began to retch up slugs.
The Slytherins laughed piercingly. Gohan scowled at them, and said in a cold, chilling voice. "I don't see what's so funny… except maybe your face, Malfoy."
Everybody's head turned towards him. Malfoy immediately stopped laughing, and glared at Gohan and Trunks.
Malfoy scowled. "I see why Gryffindor is so weak. They always have so much Mudbloods in their house. See, that's why Slytherin will always rule." The Slytherins chuckled.
Gohan's eyes flashed dangerously. Trunks held him back. "Calm down…"
"I've had enough of you Malfoy," Gohan hissed, ignoring Trunks. The purple-haired boy held both of Gohans' arm tightly, making sure he wouldn't run and hit Malfoy. "Let go of me!"
"No, Gohan you have to calm down!" Trunks hissed. Malfoy sneered at him.
"Aw… is little Gohan being held down by a geek?" He snorted. "Anyways, it's not like you could even hit me, I'm way more powerful than you are, Muggle."
"You wanna bet?" Gohan's voice was dangerously cold. He flipped up and kicked Trunks in the face, making him let go of his arms. The others only gaped in surprise.
"Dammit!" Trunks cursed as Gohan speeded towards Malfoy. "Stop it Gohan!" Without stopping, Gohan kicked Malfoy's feet from under him, making Malfoy fly and land at least 10 meters away from where he was. Gohan stood up normally, in front of the quivering Slytherins and glared at Malfoy's struggling form.
"You're just a spoiled little brat," he spat. "Always going to your father and mother when you're in trouble. You don't know anything about the cruel world; you don't know how it is when both your parents die! You don't know how it feels knowing that you couldn't protect your parents, that you failed them!"
Everybody was silent now, listening intently on the angry boy. Gohan continued, "But I won't fail again, I won't let anybody die again! I won't let anybody take Goten away from me!" He had tears in his eyes again. He turned and sprinted away at high speed, and when he passed Trunks, he whispered. "Do you understand now? Do you understand why I have to train so hard?"
Yes, Trunks understood. He knew that Goten was the important person in Gohan's life. He was the reminder of his parents. Yes, now he understood why Gohan trained so much, so that he won't fail anybody, so nobody close to him will ever die again.
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End of Chapter 8.
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