I'd like to thank Im-all-yours for beta reading this chapter. I've been fretting over this chapter way too much for my own good. If it wasn't for i-a-y, I'd bash my head into a wall for a few minutes, stop and shake my head from the dizziness and then repeat. I might still do that. Might be fun and maybe I'll stop worrying myself sick.

It's a win-win situation.

As a warning, this chapter is a little short, so I'm not very comfortable with it. But with all of the encouragement I've getting lately, maybe, just maybe I might come out of this with some shread of sanity. That is, if I had any to begin with...

As Gohan stepped out of his house, he noticed something was off.

Very off.

Every single student was watching him intently, as if he was going to pull off a magic trick or something.

Weird.

After he had left Videl to her nap, Gohan felt that he needed a bit more exercise for the day and was preparing to go off to his favorite training spot. It would be the perfect way to keep his somewhat good day intact. However, that could wait a little bit longer. First, he had to know what was going on in the minds of these simple minded teens. He took a few steps towards the closest group before stopping.

Did he even want to know what they were thinking?

Although he hadn't had much contact with people his age, he had heard of all of the stereotypes of selfishness and arrogance. It was for that reason he had no ambitions to hanging out with his guests. Even though it would have been nice to get to know them, possibly becoming friends with a few of them, witnessing their constant displays of idiocy forced him to have second thoughts.

While he was delving deeper into his thoughts, a group of girls had approached him without his knowing, a single purpose on their minds.

"Hey cutie, what's new with you?" asked one of the girls.

Having no idea on how to answer this seemingly harmless greeting, "Uhh, nothing's new with me," was all that Gohan could come with. He was still new at talking the secret language of teenagerdom. It would take a while before he became fluent in it.

However, it was for that reason that Gohan didn't notice all of the hungry stares being aimed at him or the slow, subtle movements the girls made to inch closer to him.

"That's cool," a different girl said, "what were you gonna do now?"

"Nothing much, just getting a little training in," he responded. Looks of interest covered the girls faces, almost lulling Gohan into a false sense of security.

It was then that Gohan noticed something wrong. When the girls had first started talking to him, they were about a foot or two away from him. During their conversation, that distance had shrunk to about a few inches. What had happened to that distance? Why were these girls slowly surrounding him? A quick look around his personal space told Gohan that yes, these girls were surrounding him. What were these girls up to? And what was Mom cooking for dinner? He could smell the aroma already and it wasn't even being made!

However, before he could say anything about it, one of the girls reached her hand out and touched him. As if that was some sort of signal, all of the girls began reaching out to touch him. Softly, they felt all of his muscles, from his arms to his torso, and to other places that shall remain nameless.

Gohan had never felt more violated in his whole life.

As those touches were steadily changing into pinches, a frightening thought hit Gohan. He knew exactly who these girls were or more precisely what.

Fangirls.

If there was one thing that Gohan knew about, it was fangirls. Even though he kept his trips to the city at a minimum, he always made time to read some manga while he was there. And if he was right about what was happening, he was in for a very bad time.

Make that a very, very bad time.

"Umm, if you'll excuse me, I have to get going so bye," Gohan said, his words increasingly becoming faster before he made his getaway.

Right into a group of jealous guys.

Damn, he was so close to freedom.

"Oh, so you think your pretty hot stuff, don't ya country boy," one of the boys sneered.

Gohan looked at him as if he was crazy, probably was too. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"First, you let Videl into your house, and then you have every other girl feeling on you. What do you have to say about that?" said another boy.

Blinking at the boys, Gohan just starred in confusion. However, before he could answer, salvation arrived.

"Lunch time!"

Not even in a blink of the eye, Gohan disappeared from the gang of guys, reappearing at the picnic tables, impatiently waiting to eat his army sized lunch, conveniently forgetting about the guys' inquiry.

Yet again, a feeding frenzy broke out at the Saiyan table. As the two Saiyan vacuums ate without mercy, a conversation was starting up at the…other people's table, Videl being at the center of it.

"So, Videl, what's with you and Gohan?" asked Erasa.

Videl looked at her blonde friend oddly. "What are you talking about?"

"Gohan let you inside his house; what for?"

How Erasa came to the conclusion that Videl had something with Gohan was a mystery to the girl. She was never good at figuring out the inner workings of the blonde's mind. Nevertheless, she answered, "Gohan just let me take a nap on his couch. He had just wore me out pretty good when we were in the woods, that's all."

Erasa's eyes grew wide. Had Videl done what she thought she would never do with a guy in a million years? Maybe even a billion? This she had to find out! Imagine the gossip she could…gossip about! (seriously, how did Erasa jump to this conclusion?)

"So you and Gohan were getting a little friendly?"

Videl's eyes narrowed. What was going on the blonde's mind? It couldn't be good, it just couldn't be. "You could say that."

Erasa just smirked. "So how was he?"

Now Videl was lost. "What do you mean?"

"I mean was he good? How long did he last? How big was he?"

Videl's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. If it was anybody, anybody other than Erasa, she would have knocked their lights out. A blush crept up on her face that soon turned into anger.

"You are so sick! I did NOT have sex with Gohan!" she screamed out loud, standing up. Then she noticed everyone looking at her except a beet red Gohan.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

All of the other kids turned their attention back to the food, hoping to not attract Videl's wrath.

Sitting back down and savagely stuffing rice into her mouth, Videl glared at Erasa for the rest of the meal. She was pissed...make that very pissed at her long time friend and she wanted her to know it. At the other table, Goten had stopped eating, a curious expression on his little face.

"Nii-chan? What's sex?"

Gohan, once again, turned beet red. He had no intention of letting Goten learn that ahead of time like he had. He still had memories of hearing his parents making…weird noises at night. It wasn't until a few years ago that Gohan had stumbled upon the meaning for it. He had been at the Kame House for a party and accidentally found a…video with people making the same noises. After doing a little research on it, he found out about his parents nightly activities. "Don't worry about it Goten. It's nothing you need to worry about."

"Okay, Nii-chan," Goten said, satisfied with the answer, then returned to his leftovers.

Gohan signed. That was once catastrophe avoided. For now. Gohan finished up his lunch as quickly as possible before racing off into the forest, trying to avoid anymore confrontations.

These city people were just too weird for him.