A/N: So, um I made a mistake and forgot a crucial part of the story, here I'll tell ya what it is:

Gohan wears a red headband and it has something to do with the accident. He always wears it. It's described as a piece of red cloth of perhaps someone's clothes.

Gohan was tired, he was tired, annoyed, and his patience had reached its limit. It wasn't in his original plan to stay up all night in an abandoned warehouse with the only company being a stupid man tied up to a chair being uncooperative with him. He reached for his pack in his pocket, he took out a cigarette and lit it up. He tilted his head to study his captive, the man named Xoel was bloodied, his hair wet by blood and water, exhausted but still defiant.

Gohan was fed up. He exhaled the smoke and sighed. "My patience has run out, so, I'll ask you one more time-"

"Oh, that was you being benevolent? Good to know."

"I have better things to do than this for your information."

"So did I."

Gohan shook off the ash from his cigarette. There was this sort of respect and surprise that he had for Xoel, someone who had spent most of his night being questioned and tortured but yet still dared to defy or talk back at him. Nearly all the scumbags Gohan picked up cowered in his position, but not this one; this one knew he was a piece of shit and would keep on being a piece of shit to his death.

His father would heavily admire that. A little part of him did, but the other thought of it as stupid and wasteful.

"Where the hell is he?"

Xoel shrugged or tried to being tied to a chair. "I don't know."

Gohan stomped on the concrete as a sign of frustration and the whole warehouse gave a shake and the ground beneath his foot cracked under the pressure.

The color on Xoel's face left. Gohan walked towards him, and in the light, one could see him. He wore gray shorts, a white t-shirt and his red headband; the shirt was tight enough, so his muscles popped out. His face had a serious look to it, one that was awfully similar to his father's; the slightly crooked nose and faint scars made him even more intimidating. He didn't look like he was seventeen; he looked far older.

"Look, in around," his gaze went to his watch. "Five hours, I have to go somewhere. And I would like to get some sleep so, one more try because I'm nice. Where the fuck is he?"

"I don't know."

A disappointed sigh. He dropped the rest of his cigarette which meant that he was going to get serious. He valued his cigarettes too much to throw them out just like that if it wasn't something important. Gohan leaned forward, violating the captive's personal space as he tried to lay back, then he took his index right finger and from it, a small ball of energy formed. He placed the wet cloth in Xoel's mouth and then, very slowly, his finger touched the man's right thigh.

Muffled screams ensured. Gohan could not make such powerful energy as a Kamehameha and most of his attacks had weakened to the point he could not hurt an enemy such as Cell but this man wasn't Cell or even his demented uncle, he was just an idiotic human being. A small ball of energy was enough to cause severe burns. After all, it was pure energy.

After forty-five seconds, he stopped. The screams did too. But it was just to move his finger to the back of his hand. With a smile, he pressed down hard.

This, he decided to make it last a whole minute, which was total agony for the man and his skin. After that minute, he put his hand down and took the piece of cloth out of his mouth. But before he could talk, Gohan beat him to it.

"Now, where is he?"

Xoel spat some blood from biting his tongue to the side, he looked at Gohan's onyx eyes and sincerely said. "I don't know."

Wrong answer, again.

Gohan gripped the sides of the chair with such force that they cracked. "Well, you better know something because if you don't, I assure you, not even the best face I.D will be able to recognize you after I'm done with you!"

"Fuck, man. I seriously don't know where the hell is Gald! He went undercover after you killed Kiu two weeks ago! Fuck..."

So, this had been a waste of time. Gohan felt robbed, of sleep, time and the precious cigarette he had thrown on the floor. Not to forget that in around six hours, he would be going to school. Augh, school, why did he decide it was a good thing to go to school? Hadn't he literally promised himself he would not do anything stupid for his first day? But there he was, interrogating a thug who didn't have any information.

He lamented the loss of his cigarette silently.

Gohan took a breath and let go of the armchairs. He clasped his hands behind his back and exhaled. "How about this? I let you go if you tell me something about the organization you work for because I swear to all I love, if you don't give me something, I'll make you look like mashed potatoes."

Xoel gulped. Gohan found it funny and weird, that man endured a beating, some dunks on cold water and more beatings but all it took for him to fear Gohan was to get burned. Well, everyone has a limit. Both of them reached theirs.

"All I know is that in a few weeks, there's to come new shipments."

"Of what?"

Xoel shrugged. "Beats me, I don't know. But I think Gald will be there to receive them. It sounded important."

Okay, maybe staying up all night hadn't been a complete waste of time. He had come with no information about Kiu's second-in-command and he was going to leave with at least something in return. Still, Gohan didn't think it was worth throwing his cigarette. But he would take what he could from the likes of those people.

"Where would the shipments be received?"

"West City or something like that."

Gohan took Xoel's hand and with no warning, broke three of his fingers simultaneously.

A scream of pain was heard echoing through the empty warehouse. "Fucking hell! Fucking asshole, why was that for?"

Gohan simply shrugged. "You're telling the absolute truth?"

"Fucking yes! You burned me with some weird fucking tricks and you think I won't tell you shit? Fucking hell..."

Gohan rolled his eyes. Tricks. Fucking tricks. Go figure that even the damn delinquents believed that Mr. Satan was the hero of the world and the rest of the fighters were simple tricksters. How stupid were the people of this town? For fuck's sake, does anyone here have some common sense or logic? He was tempted to burn him again and ask him if it was truly a trick but he restrained himself. This wasn't pleasant, this was necessary but never, ever pleasant.

"Alright," he loosened the restraints, he was going to keep his word, he was going to let him go. "Just don't tell anyone about me. Or I will hunt you down and kill you."

Xoel started to caress his broken fingers with his free hand, he looked at Gohan as if he was the crazy, bloodthirsty one instead of him. Hesitantly, he got up, then he almost fell but managed to balance himself just in time. He took one good look at the vigilante everyone feared, and he ran. He ran like a crazy fool.

Gohan sighed and brought his index finger up once again. Then, as if it was a gun, he pointed in the direction Xoel was running. He closed his left eye for more precision and, in one second, a laser beam shot right off him which went through Xoel. The man fell with a dry thud and Gohan put his finger down. He had kept his promise, he had let him go. He, however, had never promised to let him leave the building.

He took another cigarette from his pack and lit it up. Then, he exited, just past the body of the man. He hated to kill but the last time he hesitated, people had gotten hurt. His thoughts went to the piece of cloth he used as a headband. He shook his head and ignored the horrified look Xoel had plastered on his face. He walked a few streets away from the warehouse, and being careful to see if anyone was looking, he went up to the skies.

Then, he extended his hand and waited for the energy to form in his palm. When that happened, he shot it at the warehouse. Immediately destroying it and causing a fire with a tremendous boom. Gohan now knew that no one would be able to link this to him. The police would have to go through the warehouse's papers and see that the owner was Xoel with a fucking nickname. And justice would be delivered.

He looked at his watch. If he left now, he could get some four hours of sleep before having to go to school. Not the best but not the worst. He gave one last glance at the burning building in front of him, and then he took off.

He better not hear Mr. Satan bullshitting the public when he woke up.

"Gohan, wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake-"

He threw the hyperactive ball he called his little brother out of his bed. No matter how many times he did it, it still felt like utter shit to wake up when he had barely slept. He had come home exhausted but unlike two weeks ago, he managed to slip out of his clothes and crash in his bed.

Gohan groaned as a response to his brother's yells, if he didn't, Goten would just jump on him again. It seemed he was more excited than him about going to school. He almost wished that it was Goten who would go to school. The kid could make it, he just had to look as if he was interested in the subject and then wing it. But no, it was him who had to attend school in hope of calming the worries of his mother and bury his own guilt.

School. Okay, he could do this. It was just school, he had never done it before but how hard could it be? He had fought with psychopath aliens, bloodthirsty androids and saved the world; school couldn't be harder than that. Could it? He shook his head. No, it can't. He got out of bed with little to no motivation to start the day, what he wished for more than anything was to go back to sleep for a few hours more and he was tempted to it but one look at his brother and he knew he wouldn't leave him alone until he got up.

"Hey, squirt."

Goten was already jumping around the room, Gohan didn't think how the kid could gather that much energy so early in the morning. He tried to remember himself at the age of seven but all he got was memories of training with Mister Piccolo and his father to defeat the androids. He shrugged, different times and different circumstances, he concluded.

"It's school day! It's school day! How do you feel?"

Like shit. He smiled. "I'm good, how about you?"

"Ooh, you're going to school! You better tell me all about it! Yeah, about classes and the people and-"

"Okay, I see. I'll tell you all about my wonderful day when I come back. Now, I'll go get showered. Go eat breakfast."

One didn't need to tell him twice, as fast as he came, he left. Finally, Gohan had some alone time to sigh with exhaustion and then made his way to the shower. Getting showered was perhaps his favorite activity to do in the morning, the water helped wake him up a bit and he had time to be alone with his thoughts with no interruptions (usually). All he could hear were the waterdrops and faint voices of his family outside. It was peaceful.

Once done with the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. His nose was still slightly crooked from that fight he had two weeks ago, and by now he thought that maybe it would stay like that forever. Faint scars ran from his cheek to his jaw and another from his eye to his cheekbone. He glanced at his left shoulder, the most prominent scar was there. It was ugly and even after all these years, too visible for his liking. It was a burn scar that deformed his skin, however, didn't hurt at the touch or anything. And for some unknown reason, whenever he extended his arm inwardly, his shoulder cracked making an awful sound.

It didn't hurt as well and sometimes he did just to scare people. Hey, one has to find entertainment in the bad things once in a while.

Once in his room, he decided to wear some navy blue cargo pants, a gray t-shirt that wouldn't be seen because of the large black hoodie he put on. And of course, his red headband. All in all, he looked like someone who had given up on his appearance, which was ironic because he wore those too-big-for-him clothes to take care of his appearance. He gave a small chuckle at the memory of coming home after spending a year in the Hyperbolic Chamber to his mom's cries of him being a delinquent for having his hair blond.

His father's confused face had made him laugh.

His smile turned bittersweet in a second.

He looked at the pin he was given by the school after he got accepted, it was a white rounded pin with another small circle but this time dark green and a huge orange star which had in its middle a huge 'H'. The secretary had told him he would have to wear it at all times for it represented the school and would identify him as a student. When said that, Gohan couldn't help but made a sarcastic remark that made the secretary frown at him. He had chuckled afterwards because he found it funny that not even a second in that damned high school and he was already fucking shit up.

His remark wasn't such a big offence to him and in truth, had accidentally slipped.

"An orange star with the letter 'H' representing a school that's literally called Orange Star High? I would have never figured that one out, thanks."

He made sure his mother never heard of that.

He placed the pin in his pocket, which he would use when he was at the school. Then, he grabbed his messenger bag and went downstairs.

His mother was putting the last plate down and scolding Goten to leave something for his older brother. Gohan chuckled at that and went to his seat. Goten had smiled at him with his mouth full of food and pieces of meat stuck on his lips.

"Good morning, mom."

Chi-Chi smiled, her eyes were full of pride. She sat down excited at the thought of her son becoming a great scholar. Gohan read her mind and shrugged. Why is it that everyone except me is happy at the thought of going to school?

"How are you? How do you feel? Excited? Nervous?"

Indifferent. The word almost escaped his lips but he managed to hold it back at the cost of choking on his food. He drank juice and then after he put his thoughts in order, he spoke. "I'm feeling confident and slightly nervous."

His mom ruffled his hair. "Just remember not to show any of your abilities, and please, try to be nice to people."

Gohan frowned. He was nice to people. The people he knew that is. He didn't know if it was because he had grown literally in the middle of nowhere or because he had no friends his age or maybe because he had to fight for the good of the world for all his life but he wasn't much of a talker. He had no problem with people if they didn't bother him. The only reason he got the job at Mister Abi's pizza parlor was that he saw how the old man fired his employee and Gohan just made a comment and he got hired.

Yet, his mother knew him well, or at least as well as he let her know him, and she knew how irritable he got when someone started praising Mr. Satan. And she didn't want her son to get in a fight on his first day of school.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll be nice. Nothing bad will happen."

His mind went to that stupid remark he made the day he passed the exams. Perhaps he was spending too much time with Vegeta and Mister Piccolo.

"Oh, Gohan, I'm so proud of you! You'll be going to school and getting a good education."

Gohan nodded as he kept stuffing his mouth with food. By now, he just let his mother rant about how great her oldest son was. She still thought he would become a very important scholar. But he simply had no desire to become such a person, and don't get him wrong, he did love learning new stuff, he was fascinated by that but his mother wanted him to become a mathematician and Gohan, although good with numbers, didn't like it that much.

Also, he was a fucking murderer vigilante in search of justice, so, the chances of him becoming something more than a fugitive, were very slim.

"Can I go with you?" Goten chipped.

"No, of course not! It's a high school and you are still in elementary school. Also, you wouldn't want Gohan to be distracted. He has to work really hard," their mother said.

Gohan gulped down the food and shrugged. "One day, squirt. I don't see why not."

Goten lit up at his answer and continued eating.

Before Chi-Chi could scold Gohan about giving it to his younger brother's whim, he stood up, took one long drink from his juice and smiled. "Well, it's time to get going, I wouldn't want to be late." I wanna have at least fifteen minutes to smoke. He went to hug his mother and pat Goten on the back.

"Be careful with your abilities and have fun," his mother said, looking on the verge of crying because of her happiness.

"I will."

"Go Gohan! You can do this!" Goten's shouted stole a laugh from his brother.

Once outside, he had two options, he could fly to school or he could use the Flying Nimbus. It had been a long time since he had used that cloud, it was now Goten's, for he used it the most because the kid couldn't fly. He usually went flying to work, and he arrived at the city in around twenty minutes. Nimbus would take longer, he was faster than it. Gohan looked at his watch, he had the time, he could sacrifice a few minutes, ten at the most, if he used Nimbus.

And he had no rush to get to school, unlike what he told his mother.

"Flying Nimbus!"

The cloud came almost immediately. It stopped right in front of him. His father's cloud. Fucking hell. There had been a time in both of their lives that the flying cloud was their only means of transportation, the fastest they could go. It had all changed after his demented uncle came around and suddenly, the flying cloud that seemed great became a little tool in a universe far more powerful than it.

Wait, can I still ride this cloud?

Only those with a pure heart could ride it, those who couldn't, would just fall right through. He remembered Yamcha trying and how he fell on his back, then there was his father, the first person to be able to ride it. The pure-hearted. Gohan couldn't remember the last time he used it, he thought it was that battle against Nappa. Now, that had truly been a lifetime ago.

Well, fuck it, what did he have to lose? He jumped on it with his eyes closed, waiting for the ground to touch him but it never came, he opened his eyes and saw himself sitting in it. He couldn't believe it, after all this time, he was still worth it. "Well, my old friend, let's go!"

Flying Nimbus shot through the skies and Gohan laughed. By Kami, he forgot how it felt to ride the cloud. And how he had missed it! Oh, it was all so simple! He could see the trees, the valley, the rivers and everything even with the Nimbus going faster than some jets. He felt the wind touch his face, disheveled him and he kept laughing. "Old friend, how much I missed this!"

He sat on his knees, opened his arm wide and closed his eyes. He took a big inhaled and just let the wind blow through him. When was the last time he did this?

With dad.

Gohan remembered the first time he rode it.

He was still too small in height and his balance wasn't the best of the world. He was still a little scary cat who thought the cloud went too fast. But his father, who at that time, was more family-oriented, had given him the motivation to try it. Gohan had been afraid, and unlike Mister Piccolo whose patience with his fears was just to scream at him, his father had smiled and slowly placed him on the Nimbus.

He remembered holding onto his father's leg with his life. His dad had promised him that he wouldn't let him fall, that he got him. It took around thirty minutes on the cloud for Gohan to stop crying and realize that his father did well on his promise. He wouldn't fall. Once he got over his fear of speed, he saw how beautiful it was. His father had laughed at his son's reaction at seeing the world in a whole different view. His laugh had been rich and warm.

"You see, little man, isn't it wonderful!"

Gohan opened his eyes and exhaled. How time passed by. "It truly is."

He had forgotten how beautiful it was. How much he had missed it. He smiled bittersweetly as the valleys and rivers and trees flew by. He touched the cloud with what Vegeta would call 'stupid human sentimentality'. Nimbus returned the gesture by doing a small up and down through the air.

He laughed. "And how much I missed you."

And Nimbus continued its path through the skies.

Gohan and Flying Nimbus parted ways at the outskirts of Satan City. Invaded by sudden nostalgia over that cloud, he said goodbye for the time being and that he would be waiting for it after school. He looked at his watch, he was still good in time, all he needed to do now was take a bus (or jog, it depended on the time he would make from where he was to the bus station, and he was gold. He pulled the pack of cigarettes from his bag, took one out and lit it up. He began walking.

He enjoyed walks, whether they'd be in the woods surrounding his house or in the concrete jungles of cities. He favored one or the other by his mood, if he was feeling too wired up, that his mind wasn't giving him a good time, he would go walk in the woods. Mister Piccolo's orthodox training had given him a new appreciation of nature, going from a boy who was scared of an insect to whoever he was helping pterodactyls protect their babies.

And if his mind was bored, and his chest felt too heavy, he enjoyed walking through the cities, they were always full of life and made his loneliness less alone.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by two muscular dudes, one holding a knife and the other his fist with brass knuckles. Gohan looked in all directions and saw that the street he was walking on was deserted. One of the men spoke. "Don't move or do anything stupid, boy."

Gohan sighed. Seriously? For fuck's sake, this city needs me basically 24/7. "What?"

"Give us all you have, money, phone, anything!" The second man spoke.

"I'm a student, you really think I have cash on me right now? Want a cigarette?" He motioned the one he was holding.

"Don't play with us, boy, if you know what's good for you! Just give us your damn bag and maybe we won't fuck you up so bad," the knife bearer smiled.

"Well, in normal circumstances, I would definitely give you my bag full of school items but I have school today, so," Gohan shrugged. "I can still offer you the cigarette."

The two robbers looked at each other with a clear look of incomprehension as to why that kid wasn't at all scared of them. Gohan kept his face indifferent, he would give them three seconds until he would knock them to King Yemma's reception.

"Are you fucking retarded? Give us the bag!"

"Okay, how about this? If you manage to land a punch on me, I'll give you the bag. If you don't, then you fuck off and let me go because I will be late." He threw the remaining cigarette on the ground.

Probably angry at how he was taunting them and not because they agreed, the man with brass knuckles went for a jab. Gohan dodged it pretty easily. Startled by his quick move, the man kept hitting but just like he kept on hitting, Gohan kept on evading his punches. Even found it slightly amusing. When he saw an opening, he punched the man on his gut, not hard enough to kill him but just enough for him to crouch in pain.

"Still want the cigarette?"

The knife bearer gave a low growl and then tried to knife him. But just like the other man, Gohan evaded him easily. The man tried again, and again, and again but it was no use. Gohan was faster than him. Giving a quick glance at his watch, he decided the 'fun' had lasted long enough, if he went further, he would be late to school. The man was going to try to knife him once again but Gohan was ready to punch him back, however, the moment the man made his move, a voice yelled.

"Hold up!"

Gohan lost his concentration and the blade of the knife caressed his cheek. He felt a sharp sting, and as he moved out the way, he felt blood dripping on his cheek. Fucking asshole had managed to cut him. His gaze went to to the man who had somehow been knocked out by someone, most likely the owner of the voice. It was a girl, a very short girl with black hair in two ponytails, a white shirt and some black shorts.

You gotta be kidding me.

He shook his head and wiped the small line of blood off him. He brought another cigarette to his mouth and quickly, lit it up without her noticing. She was too busy cuffing the men to the nearest lamp post, not that they looked like they were going to move any time soon. He stayed on the sidelines, hoping that she wouldn't notice him. Of course, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, you!" She went to him now, looking all accusingly. "What were you doing?"

Now, that he didn't expect, not that he was expecting anything from a random girl beating two grown men. She was looking at him like he was the one in the wrong. He was the one who was getting robbed!

Gohan scoffed. "I was getting robbed, and you? Did you just happen to be passing through the neighborhood and decided to kick someone's ass?"

She frowned. "A thanks would be nice, look what they did to you!"

"I would thank you if you didn't look at me as if I was the one robbing those two idiots," he exhaled the smoke. "But thank you."

"You shouldn't be smoking."

"And you shouldn't be knocking people out yet here we are."

Her frown deepened and she took something from her pocket. Gohan half-expected she would try to punch him but instead, she took a police badge and waved it in front of him. "It's illegal to smoke if you're underage."

Gohan took one long drag from his cigarette. "Are you going to arrest me? Gonna cuff me to the lamp post with those two?"

"You are breaking the law."

He looked at his watch. He really had to be going now if he didn't want to use his abilities to be on time. "I got to go. Thank you for helping me," Not that I needed it but, let's be nice with people. "I appreciate it."

But she didn't budge. "Where are you going?" She eyed him suspiciously.

Gohan bit his tongue to stop an actual insult from leaving his mouth, instead, he said. "Where are you going? You look around my age, shouldn't you be in school?"

"You aren't from here, are you? What the hell were you doing here?"

"Walking? Don't tell me that's illegal as well."

Gohan tried to joke but the girl didn't like that at all. She shook her head. "Didn't you hear the news today?"

He looked at her incredulously. Why would he hear any news about Satan City? He already knew what they were going to say about him and his 'murder' sprees. He shrugged and the ash from his cigarette fell.

The girl sighed annoyingly. "A warehouse exploded in the middle of the night. The police put a 5 kilometer perimeter on it. You can't be here."

Ah. Gohan looked at his surroundings and realized that while lost in his thoughts, he had taken the same path of hours ago. Well, shit. "Then, where the fuck are the police vehicles or yellow tape? How was I supposed to know?"

"The news. The police are setting it up right now."

She said it with such presumption that Gohan wanted to tell her to fuck off and let him go because if he didn't, he would end up being late. The cigarette fell and his face turned sour but he controlled himself. He sighed. "Alright, my bad. Now, I have somewhere to go, so, thank you for saving me and have a nice day."

Saving me? For fuck's sake, all she was was an obstacle but no point in making more enemies than the ones I have.

Before she could oppose it because Kami, that girl liked to oppose anything he said, he was gone. Walking relative fast so, she wouldn't try to follow him. Thankfully, she didn't but sadly, Gohan looked at his watch and realized that the few minutes he had wasted with that stubborn girl had been enough for him to lose his bus. Which meant he now had to use his abilities if he didn't want to be late for school.

Well, he could use his abilities or just be a few minutes late...

He smirked as he fastened his pace, he would balance it out as his family and friends loved to say to him, fifty-fifty. If he arrived five minutes late to school, it wasn't going to be his fault, he would blame it on the stupid police perimeter that disrupted his path, and curse the damn vigilante who thought exploding a warehouse was a good idea.

Solid plan considering he almost got robbed and the city looked beautiful to have a little walk.

He stopped and reconsider all he had just thought of. Damn, I am becoming an asshole. He chuckled. I guess Mister Piccolo and Vegeta did rub off me.

Gohan arrived at school sweaty but satisfied. He was just over seven minutes late, not that much and he guessed that the class was still preparing. The damn school was huge. It looked like its own private club. From the main street, he could see their baseball and football field and even the intersection inside the property, had a fountain. Gohan couldn't think who had the damn money to send their kids there, well, there was one person but Bulma had decided to homeschool Trunks, not out of worry of his studies but rather because Vegeta wanted to train him.

He entered and just to his luck, the secretary he had accidentally got off in the left foot was there. She recognized him immediately, perhaps because of his headband. He groaned inwardly as he made his way to the desk. His mother's words resounding in his head, to be nice to people. He forced a smile. "Hello."

The woman frowned. "Mr. Son, you're late."

In hindsight, his plan hadn't been a well-planned one.

"Yeah, my bus was delayed over the warehouse explosion."

She nodded and began typing in her computer. "Your pin?"

Fuck, he had forgotten to put it on. He took it off his bag and placed it on the right side of his hoodie. He kept on smiling and hoped the secretary wouldn't think he was mocking her. "Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"Here," she gave him a sheet of paper, "This is your schedule. Do you want me to tell you about the conditions of your scholarship?"

"No, ma'am, is not necessary-"

"You must keep your average above eighty-five percent in all your classes, can't have more than five absences in each semester and only three detentions. If you break those conditions, we will strip you of your scholarship and charge you the full price."

I'm nice to people and they're assholes to me. By, Kami. "Thank you for reminding me. Well, I gotta go. Have a nice day, ma'am."

Okay, the first class of the day: Philosophy. He could do this, he was Son Gohan for the love of Kami, he defeated Cell (killed his father in the process), went to other worlds and survived for one year with his father's cooking. He could do this. Though it was in moments like this when he missed Glen's stupid remarks, or simply making pizzas. But never mind that it was just a few hours, nothing more. If he managed to make it through today, he could manage to do it for all school year.

He found his class and saw from the doorframe the teacher, he was around fifty years of age, dark brown hair with a mustache and suit of the same color and some rounded glasses, a book at hand. Gohan waited patiently for the man to see him, he wasn't going to just interrupt him. Fortunately, the teacher saw him early on, he smiled and placed his book on the desk. He motioned him to come in.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Son," the man spoke.

"You can call me Gohan, no one calls me Mr. Son." He could've said his father went by that but that would be a lie, Gohan had no recollection of anyone calling his father Mr. Son in his life. It was either Goku or Kakarot.

"Well, Mister Gohan, you're late."

And you have glasses, nice that we're saying the obvious.

"So, apart from being late, you're also a smartass," the teacher looked at him sternly.

Well, fuck, he had thought out loud. Great. Just great. "I'm also smart," he smiled sheepishly.

The teacher sighed. "That too," he faced the class. "Mister Gohan passed the exams of math, science, foreign language, and calligraphy with excellent notes. He's here on a scholarship, perhaps you can learn something from him."

The class simply started whistling at him, and Gohan just shrugged indifferently at their reactions. He would've liked it if the teacher kept the scholarship thing for himself but oh well, life always had it against him.

"Enough!" The teacher called, then he faced Gohan once more. "Anything you want to tell us about yourself?"

"Like what?"

"An interesting fact about you, I don't know, kid, something."

Gohan faced the class. When I was four, my uncle from another planet kidnapped me and then to rescue me my father sacrificed himself. Oh, and did you all remember Piccolo Jr? Yeah, the same one who wanted to rule the world, yeah, he comes to eat at my house every Saturday.

"I'm left-handed."

"Take a seat, young man."

Before he could even take a look around, a girl with a green striped shirt and blonde hair stood up. "Hey, you can sit here!" She pointed at the empty seat beside her.

Okay, maybe he could still salvage this. He kept on smiling as he made his way to the seat. "Thanks." He sat down and put his books on the table.

"No problem, my name's Erasa and this dude here is Sharpener."

"What's up, nerd?" The dude named Sharpener said not even looking at him with his eyes closed. "What's with that headband?"

Gohan abstained from any comment.

At that moment, another person came through the door, looking more sweatier than him. He recognized the person. It was that girl who wanted to arrest him for smoking. So, he was right, she was in school.

"Miss Videl, you're late."

The girl who went by the name Videl apologized. "I was helping the police set up a perimeter. I'm sorry."

"Of course, no problem, take a seat."

Who the fuck was that girl? Gohan had literally been scolded twice for arriving late and this girl simply just says a bullshit excuse and everyone's happy. Was she even allowed to help the police? Like, seriously, how bad was the police force that they needed help from a teenage girl? Gohan snickered. That city was a mess, and then they wondered why he was cleaning them.

It only took one second for the girl to recognize Gohan as well. And just like she had done before, she glared at him, a deadly look that would perhaps have caused fear in him if he wasn't taller or stronger than her. She was walking to him, and Gohan was about to ask her if she was following him when she simply ignored him and took the empty seat beside Sharpener.

"Oh, Videl, what happened this morning? The explosion, did you know who made it?" Erasa said.

"No, still no clue. It's too early to know, but I have a feeling it's about the vigilante."

"What makes you think that?" Sharpener asked.

"I don't know, it's just a hunch."

Well, fuck your hunch, although you're right.

Erasa looked at Gohan and then Videl. She smiled. "Oh, by the way, you wouldn't believe who she is!"

"What?"

"This is none other than Videl Satan!"

Videl Satan.

Fucking Videl Satan.

The daughter of Mr. Satan?

"Oh."

"Yeah!" Erasa exclaimed. "She's the daughter of the greatest hero of all time! Isn't it awesome?"

Videl was looking at him, he looked at her and for some five seconds, they were staring at each other. He looked at her with slight surprise and she with heavy suspicion. Just what Gohan needed, fucking Videl Satan in his class. By the looks of it, she was one of those people who believed were entitled to everything, probably spoiled and used to always getting her way. Just like her father. But there was something, and that Gohan could see, that differentiate her from her father.

Not that he cared.

"I know you," she said, glaring at him. "You're the dude who got robbed this morning."

He smiled. "Miss Videl, I don't think we've formally introduced," Gohan prolonged her name and title as a way of mocking her. "I'm Gohan. And I didn't get robbed."

She returned the smile. "Sure, and your nose isn't crooked at all, Mister Gohan," she motioned to her nose.

His smile fell immediately, and a frown took its place. Grumpily, he looked away and started paying attention to the teacher.

Yes, it's totally awesome.