Author's Notes: Mirai Trunks: Uh…Kioko? Are you OK?
Kioko: *bouncing of the wall* Of course I am Trunks-kun!! Cake and Mountain Dews aren't that bad for you!!!
Mirai Trunks: Right…And that's why you have sugar high, I'm presuming?
Kioko: Duh!!!
Mirai Trunks: *sweatdrops* Since Kioko is…er…not available at the moment; I guess I get to do the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Mirai Trunks: Kioko DOESN'T own DBZ and she CERTAINLY never will.
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Chapter 2: History
Gohan waited outside the History room's door for Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa. He didn't want to walk in there alone and become Kuririn's target for jokes quite yet. Knowing his bald friend would do anything to embarrass him, Gohan told himself not to kill Kuririn…right away.
"THERE you are Gohan!!" Videl exclaimed, appearing behind him. "We've been looking for you everywhere!!"
"Gomen…" Gohan replied, scratching his head. "I was just anxious to get away from my Mom…"
"Your Mom's so cool!!" Erasa said. "She knows everything about raising a family and being married!!"
"…Right…"
"How often do you get hit with that frying pan, Gohan?" Sharpner asked, amused.
"At least once a day," Gohan explained. "It's really not so bad once you get used to it. It's how Mom controls us…"
"Wow! You must be strong, Gohan!!" Erasa squealed.
"Whatever, Erasa…" Videl sighed, as she reached for the door handle. "Gohan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know anyone else that's subbing that you know?"
"You don't even know the half of it…" Gohan groaned, as he stupidly walked ahead of his friends.
"Gohan!!!" Kuririn cried, looking up from his desk. He was dressed in khaki sweatpants and a red shirt, not looking anything like a teacher should. "I was wondering when I was gonna see you!!"
'I was wondering when I was going to see you my foot.' Gohan thought. 'More like, 'I was waiting for the chance to torture you today!!' Why do all my friends like to ruin my life?!'
Kami's Lookout…
"It's hobby, Gohan-kun," Dende chuckled. "And besides…It's what you get for blowing up the Lookout that one time…"
"Dende? Southern Africa just had a huge earthquake a few minutes ago." Mr. Popo explained. "Don't you think you should do something about it?"
"I'm getting to it, Mr. Popo!! Take a chill pill!! Can't I have any fun once in a while?!" Dende asked, looking annoyed. "All I hear is nag, nag, nag from you!! You're just like a parent, always telling me what to do and when to do it!!"
Mr. Popo sighed and walked back inside his part of the lookout. Dende was the first teenage, hormonally challenged Kami that he had ever seen, so he thought it would be best just to let him do what he wanted.
Back To Orange Star High….
"All right, class," Kuririn instructed, as soon as everyone was in the room. "My name is Kuririn and I'm going to be your substitute for today. Now, I know this class is supposed to be about the history of Japan or something close to that, but I've decided that I'll teach you about something interesting…such as the History of Martial Arts!!"
The class cheered and Gohan groaned. No doubt that Kuririn was going to end up telling the class about his adventures with Cell, Frieza, Planet Namek, and the Saiya-jins.
"Does anyone in here, besides Gohan, have a Martial Arts background?" Kuririn asked, as he dumped the teacher's History book into the garbage.
Everyone took a long, astonished stare at Gohan for a moment before all heads turned toward Videl.
"Videl's Dad is Mr. Satan," Erasa blurted out. "He's the strongest martial artist ever!!"
There was a murmur of agreement that ran through the class and many heads nodded.
Kuririn had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from bursting into an hour-long fit of laughter.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Videl Satan," Kuririn replied, a chuckle or two escaping. "But, I'm sorry to say, we're not going to talk about Mr. Satan today, because most of you probably know all of his history in the first place. Instead, we're going to talk about some of the Tenkachi Budoukis, the Turtle Hermit way of training, and then if there's some time left you can ask questions about my martial arts history."
"You were a martial artist?!" Sharpner asked, looking astounded.
"Still am. I just don't train as much any more," Kuririn said, shrugging. "Anyways, let's get back on track. Does anyone here know when the first Tenkachi Budouki was held?"
Videl raised her hand and answered, "The first Tenkachi Budouki was held in the year 650(1)."
"Very good!!" Kuririn complimented. "Now can anyone tell me who one the 21st, 22nd, 23rd, and 24th Budoukis?"
Gohan raised his hand, surprising many of his classmates. "The 21st Budouki was won by Jackie Chun, the 22nd by Tenshinhan, the 23rd by Son Goku, and the 24th by Mr. Satan."
"Good, Gohan!" Kuririn praised. He turned to the class and continued. "Another interesting thing about the 23rd Budouki, that I think you all should know, is that two of the competitors got married that very same day. Can anyone guess which ones?"
The class looked at each, confused. Not even Videl knew what Kuririn was talking about. Gohan knew, of course, but he wasn't about to tell his classmates that.
"I figured that," Kuririn replied, a minute later. "The two were Son Goku, one of my closest friends, and Chi-Chi."
"Uh…Do you mean the SAME Chi-Chi who was teaching us about Household Enforcers?" Erasa asked.
"She taught them about the frying pan?!" Kuririn asked, looking horrified. Gohan nodded in response.
"And the same Chi-Chi who's Gohan's mother?" Sharpner added.
"Very same."
"Your parents are martial artists?!" Videl asked, staring incredously at Gohan.
"Um….Yes?" Gohan replied, sweatdropping.
Excited whispers went up from the class. Son Gohan, the nerdy-ultra cute-new boy, was RELATED to famous martial artists!! They thought he didn't even now the meaning of the word!!
Gohan glared at Kuririn. He didn't want any of the information to leak out, for these exact reasons. But knowing Kuririn-and the green god upstairs-the whole 'my-parents-are-martial-artists' concept wasn't going to be the only secret of his revealed in this class or the rest of today for that matter.
Kuririn cleared his throat to get the classes attention. "To continue on with our lesson, the Tenkachi Budouki attracts many martial artists from around the world…"
Thirty minutes later….
"And that is a basic training day at the Turtle Hermit School of Martial Arts." Kuririn finished off. "Of course, once we got used to that, we had to wear heavier turtle shells. But I'm sure that's NOTHING compared to what GOHAN had to do when he was FOUR."
The demi saiya-jin, who had been sleeping, for he had heard this story many, many times, suddenly woke up.
"Wha…?" he asked, looking around sleepily.
"I was just comparing your training to mine and your father's, Gohan. You can go back to sleep now," Kuririn taunted.
"Oh…OK…" Gohan replied, yawning. "You had it EASY, Kuririn. I got chased by dinosaurs, had to starve half the time the first two months and THEN I got beaten to death by Piccolo!! It wasn't fun, lemme tell you that…"
"I'm sure it wasn't Gohan…" Kuririn snickered, as the class's mouths dropped open in surprise. Son Gohan, their Son Gohan, had been trained in the martial arts?! That couldn't be!! "Now, does anyone have any questions for me?"
"Who was the hardest foe you've had to face?" a boy asked from the back of the room.
"Hardest foe? Oh, that's an easy one. It had to be Frieza. Being speared through the chest by an alien isn't the best experience in the world," Kuririn explained. The class gave him a look and he said, "No, I didn't die THEN! I died later on, when Frieza blew me to pieces!! That wasn't fun either…"
"Um…Mr. Kuririn? If you died while fighting this Freezer, why are you alive now?" a blond asked.
"AND what kind of freezer was it?!" another boy asked. "Was it a Kenmore or a Maytag?!"
Kuririn sweatdropped. This class wasn't a bright bunch at all. "The reason I'm alive is because I was wished back by the Namekian dragonballs. And it wasn't a freezer. The guy's name was Frieza."
"Mr. Kuririn?" Videl asked. "You mentioned that this Frieza was an alien. Does that mean you were in outer space?"
"Yep. Gohan, Bulma, and I had to travel to Planet Namek about 11 years back. We were stuck in a spaceship with Bulma for two months!! It was torture!! All she did was complain about this, complain about that." Kuririn explained. "I would've DIED again if Gohan hadn't been there."
Upon hearing his name, AGAIN, Gohan sat back up. This time he was going to STAY awake.
"What were you saying about me, Kuririn?" he asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Oh, nothing really Gohan…" the monk grinned. He walked over to Gohan and said, in a whisper that could only be heard by Videl, "I just told them that you were really the Great Saiyaman…"
"YOU WHAT?!!" Gohan yelled, jumping up in surprise. He jumped over the desk and began reaching for the monk, itching to strangle him. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU KURIRIN!!!!"
"Chill, Gohan!!!!" Kuririn exclaimed, paling dramatically. Gohan wasn't listening to him though.
Just as his fingers wrapped around his neck, the bell rang.
"Well, it seems that History is over!!" Kuririn exclaimed, hurriedly. "I'll see you all at lunch!! GOHAN!! YOU CAN LET GO OF MY THROAT NOW!! I DIDN'T TELL THEM!!!"
Gohan did as he was told and calmed down a bit. The classroom was empty now and the demi saiya-jin glared threateningly at Kuririn as he gathered his books and walked out the door, muttering curse words in Saiya- go under his breath.
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Kioko: POP UPS SUCK!!!! I WILL KILL WHOEVER MADE THEM!!!
Mirai Trunks: What does THAT have to do with the ending author notes?!
Kioko: I dunno!! I just wanted to voice my opinions!!
Mirai Trunks: You're really weird…
Next Chapter: It's Science class!! And guess who Bulma's brought along with her!! That's right!! Trunks!! And the blue haired genius has decided to teach Gohan's class about…TIME TRAVEL!!!!
Kioko: *bouncing of the wall* Of course I am Trunks-kun!! Cake and Mountain Dews aren't that bad for you!!!
Mirai Trunks: Right…And that's why you have sugar high, I'm presuming?
Kioko: Duh!!!
Mirai Trunks: *sweatdrops* Since Kioko is…er…not available at the moment; I guess I get to do the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Mirai Trunks: Kioko DOESN'T own DBZ and she CERTAINLY never will.
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Chapter 2: History
Gohan waited outside the History room's door for Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa. He didn't want to walk in there alone and become Kuririn's target for jokes quite yet. Knowing his bald friend would do anything to embarrass him, Gohan told himself not to kill Kuririn…right away.
"THERE you are Gohan!!" Videl exclaimed, appearing behind him. "We've been looking for you everywhere!!"
"Gomen…" Gohan replied, scratching his head. "I was just anxious to get away from my Mom…"
"Your Mom's so cool!!" Erasa said. "She knows everything about raising a family and being married!!"
"…Right…"
"How often do you get hit with that frying pan, Gohan?" Sharpner asked, amused.
"At least once a day," Gohan explained. "It's really not so bad once you get used to it. It's how Mom controls us…"
"Wow! You must be strong, Gohan!!" Erasa squealed.
"Whatever, Erasa…" Videl sighed, as she reached for the door handle. "Gohan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know anyone else that's subbing that you know?"
"You don't even know the half of it…" Gohan groaned, as he stupidly walked ahead of his friends.
"Gohan!!!" Kuririn cried, looking up from his desk. He was dressed in khaki sweatpants and a red shirt, not looking anything like a teacher should. "I was wondering when I was gonna see you!!"
'I was wondering when I was going to see you my foot.' Gohan thought. 'More like, 'I was waiting for the chance to torture you today!!' Why do all my friends like to ruin my life?!'
Kami's Lookout…
"It's hobby, Gohan-kun," Dende chuckled. "And besides…It's what you get for blowing up the Lookout that one time…"
"Dende? Southern Africa just had a huge earthquake a few minutes ago." Mr. Popo explained. "Don't you think you should do something about it?"
"I'm getting to it, Mr. Popo!! Take a chill pill!! Can't I have any fun once in a while?!" Dende asked, looking annoyed. "All I hear is nag, nag, nag from you!! You're just like a parent, always telling me what to do and when to do it!!"
Mr. Popo sighed and walked back inside his part of the lookout. Dende was the first teenage, hormonally challenged Kami that he had ever seen, so he thought it would be best just to let him do what he wanted.
Back To Orange Star High….
"All right, class," Kuririn instructed, as soon as everyone was in the room. "My name is Kuririn and I'm going to be your substitute for today. Now, I know this class is supposed to be about the history of Japan or something close to that, but I've decided that I'll teach you about something interesting…such as the History of Martial Arts!!"
The class cheered and Gohan groaned. No doubt that Kuririn was going to end up telling the class about his adventures with Cell, Frieza, Planet Namek, and the Saiya-jins.
"Does anyone in here, besides Gohan, have a Martial Arts background?" Kuririn asked, as he dumped the teacher's History book into the garbage.
Everyone took a long, astonished stare at Gohan for a moment before all heads turned toward Videl.
"Videl's Dad is Mr. Satan," Erasa blurted out. "He's the strongest martial artist ever!!"
There was a murmur of agreement that ran through the class and many heads nodded.
Kuririn had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from bursting into an hour-long fit of laughter.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Videl Satan," Kuririn replied, a chuckle or two escaping. "But, I'm sorry to say, we're not going to talk about Mr. Satan today, because most of you probably know all of his history in the first place. Instead, we're going to talk about some of the Tenkachi Budoukis, the Turtle Hermit way of training, and then if there's some time left you can ask questions about my martial arts history."
"You were a martial artist?!" Sharpner asked, looking astounded.
"Still am. I just don't train as much any more," Kuririn said, shrugging. "Anyways, let's get back on track. Does anyone here know when the first Tenkachi Budouki was held?"
Videl raised her hand and answered, "The first Tenkachi Budouki was held in the year 650(1)."
"Very good!!" Kuririn complimented. "Now can anyone tell me who one the 21st, 22nd, 23rd, and 24th Budoukis?"
Gohan raised his hand, surprising many of his classmates. "The 21st Budouki was won by Jackie Chun, the 22nd by Tenshinhan, the 23rd by Son Goku, and the 24th by Mr. Satan."
"Good, Gohan!" Kuririn praised. He turned to the class and continued. "Another interesting thing about the 23rd Budouki, that I think you all should know, is that two of the competitors got married that very same day. Can anyone guess which ones?"
The class looked at each, confused. Not even Videl knew what Kuririn was talking about. Gohan knew, of course, but he wasn't about to tell his classmates that.
"I figured that," Kuririn replied, a minute later. "The two were Son Goku, one of my closest friends, and Chi-Chi."
"Uh…Do you mean the SAME Chi-Chi who was teaching us about Household Enforcers?" Erasa asked.
"She taught them about the frying pan?!" Kuririn asked, looking horrified. Gohan nodded in response.
"And the same Chi-Chi who's Gohan's mother?" Sharpner added.
"Very same."
"Your parents are martial artists?!" Videl asked, staring incredously at Gohan.
"Um….Yes?" Gohan replied, sweatdropping.
Excited whispers went up from the class. Son Gohan, the nerdy-ultra cute-new boy, was RELATED to famous martial artists!! They thought he didn't even now the meaning of the word!!
Gohan glared at Kuririn. He didn't want any of the information to leak out, for these exact reasons. But knowing Kuririn-and the green god upstairs-the whole 'my-parents-are-martial-artists' concept wasn't going to be the only secret of his revealed in this class or the rest of today for that matter.
Kuririn cleared his throat to get the classes attention. "To continue on with our lesson, the Tenkachi Budouki attracts many martial artists from around the world…"
Thirty minutes later….
"And that is a basic training day at the Turtle Hermit School of Martial Arts." Kuririn finished off. "Of course, once we got used to that, we had to wear heavier turtle shells. But I'm sure that's NOTHING compared to what GOHAN had to do when he was FOUR."
The demi saiya-jin, who had been sleeping, for he had heard this story many, many times, suddenly woke up.
"Wha…?" he asked, looking around sleepily.
"I was just comparing your training to mine and your father's, Gohan. You can go back to sleep now," Kuririn taunted.
"Oh…OK…" Gohan replied, yawning. "You had it EASY, Kuririn. I got chased by dinosaurs, had to starve half the time the first two months and THEN I got beaten to death by Piccolo!! It wasn't fun, lemme tell you that…"
"I'm sure it wasn't Gohan…" Kuririn snickered, as the class's mouths dropped open in surprise. Son Gohan, their Son Gohan, had been trained in the martial arts?! That couldn't be!! "Now, does anyone have any questions for me?"
"Who was the hardest foe you've had to face?" a boy asked from the back of the room.
"Hardest foe? Oh, that's an easy one. It had to be Frieza. Being speared through the chest by an alien isn't the best experience in the world," Kuririn explained. The class gave him a look and he said, "No, I didn't die THEN! I died later on, when Frieza blew me to pieces!! That wasn't fun either…"
"Um…Mr. Kuririn? If you died while fighting this Freezer, why are you alive now?" a blond asked.
"AND what kind of freezer was it?!" another boy asked. "Was it a Kenmore or a Maytag?!"
Kuririn sweatdropped. This class wasn't a bright bunch at all. "The reason I'm alive is because I was wished back by the Namekian dragonballs. And it wasn't a freezer. The guy's name was Frieza."
"Mr. Kuririn?" Videl asked. "You mentioned that this Frieza was an alien. Does that mean you were in outer space?"
"Yep. Gohan, Bulma, and I had to travel to Planet Namek about 11 years back. We were stuck in a spaceship with Bulma for two months!! It was torture!! All she did was complain about this, complain about that." Kuririn explained. "I would've DIED again if Gohan hadn't been there."
Upon hearing his name, AGAIN, Gohan sat back up. This time he was going to STAY awake.
"What were you saying about me, Kuririn?" he asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Oh, nothing really Gohan…" the monk grinned. He walked over to Gohan and said, in a whisper that could only be heard by Videl, "I just told them that you were really the Great Saiyaman…"
"YOU WHAT?!!" Gohan yelled, jumping up in surprise. He jumped over the desk and began reaching for the monk, itching to strangle him. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU KURIRIN!!!!"
"Chill, Gohan!!!!" Kuririn exclaimed, paling dramatically. Gohan wasn't listening to him though.
Just as his fingers wrapped around his neck, the bell rang.
"Well, it seems that History is over!!" Kuririn exclaimed, hurriedly. "I'll see you all at lunch!! GOHAN!! YOU CAN LET GO OF MY THROAT NOW!! I DIDN'T TELL THEM!!!"
Gohan did as he was told and calmed down a bit. The classroom was empty now and the demi saiya-jin glared threateningly at Kuririn as he gathered his books and walked out the door, muttering curse words in Saiya- go under his breath.
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Kioko: POP UPS SUCK!!!! I WILL KILL WHOEVER MADE THEM!!!
Mirai Trunks: What does THAT have to do with the ending author notes?!
Kioko: I dunno!! I just wanted to voice my opinions!!
Mirai Trunks: You're really weird…
Next Chapter: It's Science class!! And guess who Bulma's brought along with her!! That's right!! Trunks!! And the blue haired genius has decided to teach Gohan's class about…TIME TRAVEL!!!!