Back again with Chapter 2. I Don't Own DBZ.
Last time...
"I had a little run in with Hercule's daughter" Gohan grinned.
"Wow! Does she look like him?" his clone asked, picturing an overly muscled girl with a huge afro.
"Nah! She's actually quite the looker. But you'll see later. We've got to get going," Gohan responded with a chuckle.
"Reform!" the two said. There was a brief flash of light before the two merged to form one Gohan. As they fused, the recollections of each clone merged as well. Washing his hands to keep up the façade, Gohan then made his way back to his first class.
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'Now where can I find room 370?' Gohan thought as he walked down the hallway of the third floor. Ah! There it is. The Son boy came to a stop in front of the door. 'Well it's now or never,' he thought as he knocked as gently as possible on the door. After receiving no response, he knocked slightly harder. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing an annoyed-looking teacher.
"May I help you?" he asked. He was a man of medium build with thinning brown hair.
"Yes, sir," Gohan responded. "I'm Son Gohan, the new student."
Instantly a smile broke out on the teacher's face. "Ah! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Son!" he said shaking his hand. "Come on in!"
"Wait how did you know I have my doctorate?" Gohan asked the ecstatic teacher.
"I believe it was three doctorates. Don't be so modest! You used to grade my papers back when I did my Masters," he professor replied, cheerily.
Gohan nodded as he looked down at his schedule. "Oh that's right. Mr. Morimoto, you had almost perfect grades if I remember correctly."
"Yes! Graduated magna cum laude!" the man boasted.
Gohan smiled and nodded. "Could you not mention any of this to the other students? I don't want to intimidate them," he asked. More like I don't want them to think I'm a total nerd! I don't want to be a social reject before I've even introduced myself!
"No problem Mr. Son," the professor responded, winking. "Although if you don't mind me asking? What are you doing in a high school?"
Gohan chuckled miserably. "Some parents ground their kids when they piss them off. Mine send them to high school," he answered.
The professor laughed. "Still a teenage boy, I see. Anyway, enough chit chat. Come on in and introduce yourself to the class!" he said excitedly.
Gohan stepped into the classroom to view a room with two sets of desks and chairs set in a stadium like formation with a set of stairs down the middle. There were about 30 students in the classroom, some, mainly the girls, looking at him with interest while others didn't seem to care about what was going on in front of them.
"Attention class!" Mr. Morimoto said. "We have a new student who I must say managed to earn perfect scores on the entrance exams. Will you introduce yourself, Gohan?"
"Good morning, everyone," Gohan said with a wry smile. So much for keeping it quiet. "My name is Son Gohan and it's nice to meet you all."
"Alright, Mr. Son," the teacher said. "Why don't you find an empty seat and turn to page 67."
Gohan scanned the room quickly and saw there were only five available seats; four so happened to be around a guy who had farted at least five times since he'd been in the room while the last was next to a pretty blonde girl with short hair. There was no question about which one he would chose.
"Yoo-hoo! There's a seat right over here cutie!" the blonde girl called, sparing him from hurting the hopeful-looking boy's feelings. She was of medium height, with hair cut in a bob style. She was wearing a green tube top with jean shorts. Her brilliant blue eyes looked at him gaily as he made his way over to her. He couldn't help but compare her eyes to those of the girl he met earlier that morning.
No sooner had he finished his thought than he ended up looking straight into the glaring cerulean orbs of the girl herself. Speak of the devil… She was seated on the other side of the blonde girl. Gohan simply smirked in response and sat down in the seat next to the blonde girl. This was going to be a fun year.
The second his butt hit the chair, he faced a barrage of information from the girl seated next to him.
"Hi cutie! Gohan's your name right?" she asked. He was given barely enough time to nod before she continued. "My name is Erasa with an 'E'. It is like so exciting to have you here! I'm sure we'll become BFFs. Oh yeah! Speaking of BFFs let me like introduce you to mine!"
Needless to say, Gohan was wrong when he said no one could talk faster than Goten and Trunks on a sugar high. He whipped his head around to catch her pointing at a boy with a pointed face and girlishly long, blond hair. He was wearing a black tank top and green track pants. So engrossed was he in flexing his oversized muscles, he didn't notice Gohan's presence until Erasa called his name.
"This is Sharpner," she said. "Sharpner meet Gohan!"
The blonde boy gave him a once over and, noticing no obvious muscles due to the bagginess of his white shirt, deemed him a weakling. "Hey Nerd Boy! You're kinda scrawny. Guys like you don't thrive well around here. How about I talk to the Champ for you to see if he'll give you a few lessons so you can get muscles like me?" he proposed.
"No, thanks," Gohan said.
"It's your funeral," Sharpner shrugged.
"Don't be silly, Sharpie!" Erasa giggled. "Gohan doesn't need to be strong! He's got more than enough brains to make up for it!" Turning to the black haired girl next to her, she began, "And this is…"
"Ah! Yes, Videl Satan, daughter of Hercule Satan, Savior of the World who will snap me like a twig!" Gohan mocked, doing his best impression of the dark haired girl, much to Videl's disdain. "We were introduced earlier."
Erasa gasped before bursting into a fit of giggles. "I like you already! I hate all those suck-ups who just want to use Videl to meet her father!" she replied. "Although I must ask, how did you guys meet?"
"Oh, she literally ran into me twice for the day already," Gohan snickered.
"I did not!" Videl retorted, "You ran into me!"
"Ha! That's funny, because if I ran into you I would have ended up on top of you but as I recall it was the other way around," Gohan smirked.
All the while Erasa grew hearts in her eyes and she watched OSH's hottest new couple, according to her, 'flirt'. She had to find a way to get them together. She'd never seen her best friend this flustered around a guy. Seeing Videl was seconds away from exploding she tried to change the subject.
"Hey! Have you guys heard about the Gold Fighter?" she interrupted.
"Oh is that what they're calling him? I don't like him! I mean who does he think he is swooping in and doing my job!" Videl responded vehemently.
"Well I think he's a fraud. Just like those freaks from the Cell Games," Sharpner responded boastfully.
Gohan kept quiet, forcing himself to breathe to keep himself from killing his class mate. His thoughts were unfortunately quickly interrupted.
"Gohan!" a sharp voice came from next to Erasa. It was Videl. "You wouldn't know anything about the Gold Fighter would you?" she demanded, glaring at him.
"Videl would you leave the poor boy alone? He just got here and you're interrogating him already?" Erasa reprimanded.
"I didn't ask you, Erasa," Videl shouted, ignoring the hurt look on her friend's face.
"Videl is there something you'd like to share with the class?" their teacher, Mr. Morimoto asked with an annoyed look on his face.
"No! Sorry Mr. Morimoto!" Videl apologized, bowing. She knew something was up with the new kid. He just didn't seem normal. Turning her glare back to Gohan, she vowed, "I will find out all your secrets and expose you for the little liar you are."
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After what seemed like the longest hour of his life, 20th Century Literature was finally over. Gohan took a glance at his schedule to find he had Gym next.
"Hey Gohan, me and Videl have Gym next," Erasa inquired. "What do you have?"
Gohan rubbed the back of his neck and grinned in the classic Son manner. "I have Gym as well," he answered.
"That's great!" Erasa squealed grabbing on to his arm and leading him to the gymnasium while Videl trudged irritably on beside them muttering to herself.
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Gohan looked down at the attire he was given for Gym. It was a blue T-shirt that fit a bit too closely for his liking and bright orange, loose shorts. He had refused to change in the locker room, not wanting all the guys to see his scarred body and ask any questions, opting instead for changing in the bathroom, which, to be blunt smelled like crap. He was never so happy he could hold his breath for five minutes. Taking in a deep gulp of air, he moved into the gym bathroom, quickly getting dressed in one of the stalls.
Five minutes later, Gohan stepped out into the gym and trotted over to where his new found acquaintances were waiting. Not much later, the coach blew his whistle, making the half-Saiyan cringe, thus signaling the beginning of the class.
"Alright everyone!" he said. "Today we'll be playing football." (A/N: Translation for you Americans: Soccer) "The captains for the girls' teams are Videl and Beverly. The guys will be headed by Sharpner and Tyler. We're a bit short on vests so the girls will play reds vs. blues, while the guys will play shirts versus skins. Sharpner, your team is skins."
Gohan gulped and prayed to Dende that he would be on Tyler's team. They flipped a coin and it was decided that Sharpner would be the first one to pick. Feeling sorry for the new kid, Sharpner showed some kindness to the new boy, by-passing his usual first pick for Gohan. Gohan face-palmed. It seemed Dende decided a hurricane in Mexico was more important and ignored his plea.
In no time the teams were already picked, and Sharpner's team had already removed their shirts. Gohan on the other hand refused to remove his shirt and everyone, both girls and guys, were watching him expectantly. The most anxious of which was Videl. She could hardly wait for the skinny nerd to expose himself. That ought to bring him down a peg or two.
"Come on, Gohan," Sharpner coaxed. "I swear no one will laugh at you, no matter how scrawny you are!"
Gohan didn't give an inch. It was only when the coach came over to inquire about the hold-up did he start to waver.
"Mr. Son, if you do not remove your shirt this instant, I will give you a fail in this class," the coach responded, clearly annoyed. Young people and their warped sense of modesty these days. They wouldn't strip off their shirt for a gym class yet they walk the streets with their boxers exposed to the world.
Gohan froze in horror before nodding miserably. He might be able to live through the stares once his shirt was off, but telling his mom he got a failing grade? He wasn't too sure about that one.
Crossing his arms over his front, Gohan lifted his shirt slowly, closing his eyes so he wouldn't see the faces that went along with the collective gasp.
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Videl stared in shock. The kid was ripped! Every single muscle was well defined. Numerous scars, both old and new crisscrossed his body but it didn't make him seem defective at all. Rather, it made him seem strong, a warrior in every sense of the word. At this moment he symbolized physical perfection. As he turned around to face the coach, she was greeted with a large tattoo which covered the expanse of his broad back. It was a picture of a green, ferocious looking dragon with seven orange balls with different numbers of reddish stars floating in front of it. There was also a strange insignia tattooed into his left bicep. As she finished her examination of him she noticed a faint yellowish bruise that wrapped around the left side of his ribcage. He had to have received that pretty recently. But what caused it? Was he in a fight? If so, with whom? Her thoughts were interrupted as the coach broke the silence that permeated the room. She would have to ask him about it later.
The coach smirked. "So I see you had something to hide indeed, Mr. Son," he teased. "Good luck fighting the ladies off you now!"
Gohan could do nothing but blush. He was royally screwed.
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The coach blew his whistle again. "Alright folks, the show's over. Girls, you head over to the opposite field. Guys split up and let's get this show on the road!"
Each team went to their side of the field and huddled up. "So Gohan, have you ever played before?" he asked.
"No, not really," Gohan responded.
Sharpner rubbed the bridge of his nose. "How good is your hand-eye coordination?" he asked.
"Perfect," Gohan responded.
Sharpner broke into a smile. "Well guys, looks like we have our goalie!" he cheered. The rest of the team agreed, showing their new-found respect for him.
Soon, the positions were filled and Gohan headed over to the goal, donning his goalkeeper vest.
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In the end Sharpner's team won 6-nil, due to a combination of Sharpner's excellent skills as a forward and the fact that no ball ever slipped by Gohan. The blonde boy came over and high-fived the demi-Saiyan. "Dude! Are you sure you've never played before? 'Cause you were awesome!" he congratulated. By now most of the students had already drifted off into the locker rooms to get ready for their next class.
Gohan blushed and grinned in the Son manner. "Thanks," he said.
"But dude, seriously, would you consider joining the school football team? Our goalies suck! We need help, man!" Sharpner begged.
Gohan chuckled. "I'd be happy to, but I'm gonna need the 'educational significance' to ever get my mom to agree," Gohan replied.
"Dude! That's awesome man! And you can just tell your mom that if we win the championship, that will be a full ride scholarship to practically any university," Sharpner responded, clapping Gohan on the back. "I'm sure she'd be glad to hear that! Tryouts are at 3 tomorrow afternoon."
The two guys heard a squeal minutes before they were both attacked by Erasa. "OMG you guys were totally awesome! Gohan you should totally join the football team! They totally suck! I'm a cheerleader you know so I would definitely know!" she squealed. She would have gone on if she weren't interrupted by Videl.
"So Gohan!" she demanded. "Where did you get that bruise, how did you get such a toned body and what are those tattoos of?"
Gohan smirked at Videl. "I see you like, huh?" he teased, ignoring her first question. He burst out laughing when her nostrils flared and her face turned bright red.
"Dude! You're playing with fire, man!" Sharpner tried to save him. "Videl's a black belt in three different types of Martial Arts!"
"It's ok, Sharpner. I'm just messing with her a bit, am I not, Videl?" Gohan chuckled, ruffling the short girl's hair. The minute his hand touched her head Videl reached for his arm, ready to twist it behind his back. However, Gohan was quicker, grabbing both her arms and crossing them across her chest, holding them down at her sides like a strait jacket.
All the while Sharpner and Erasa watched in shock as their new classmate rendered their school's top martial artist immobile with ease. Who was this guy? Sharpner made a mental note never to piss Gohan off. If this is what he's like when he's joking around, who knew how strong he was when he's serious.
"Ah ah ah!" Gohan reprimanded as if she were a small child, holding down her leg with one of his as her knee aimed for his crotch. "Didn't daddy dearest ever tell you not to start fights?"
"He told me never to let anyone mess with me!" Videl replied. "Now let me go!"
"Nope! Not until you apologize!" Gohan responded, earning a scathing look from the girl.
"I'd rather swallow my own eyeballs," she responded, trying to wiggle her body free.
"I think that would hurt quite a bit. But if that's what you want, it's fine by me!" Gohan said cheerily.
"Don't you have a class to go to?" Videl asked smugly.
"Nah, it's my free period, but if I remember correctly, you and Erasa have a Math test worth 30% of your grade in the next ten minutes."
Videl growled in defeat. He'd managed to upstage her once again! "I'm sorry," she muttered.
"What was that?" Gohan asked although he heard her loud and clear. "I didn't quite catch that!"
Videl fumed. "I said I'm sorry!" she yelled.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Gohan said releasing her and patting her on the head, ignoring the death glare she sent his way.
Videl just grabbed Erasa and headed off to shower in time for class.
Sharpner stared with his mouth agape at the retreating girls. "H-how did you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?" Gohan responded.
"Hold her down like that? She's beaten up guys three times her size with her eyes closed, man!" Sharpner responded as the two headed to the boy's locker room.
"She was very sloppy with her movements so all I had to do was take advantage of that," Gohan responded, stretching his arms a bit.
"So you do martial arts too?" Sharpner asked.
"Yeah, since I was a little kid!" Gohan replied. The cat was out of the bag the minute he removed his shirt so there was no use hiding it now. "I don't even remember how old I was when I started."
"Do you think you can help me with my technique? I'm a boxer and I really wanna win this year's competition." Sharpner asked.
"Sure! No prob!" Gohan responded.
"And I'm sorry for calling you a nerd earlier," Sharpner apologized.
"It's ok," Gohan responded as he stripped off his clothing. "I've been called worse."
As Gohan stepped into the shower, he reflected on his day so far. If he had to be honest, high school was a lot better than he thought. He'd already made two friends and once Videl admitted it, three!
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