Serenity's Angels
By Ashley Da SPED.
I felt like setting something up for this one before I continued
with any of the other senshi (hope you don't mind). If you can't
tell, I'm also attempting to get out about a story a night.
Thank You
Serenity/Gohan
Disclaimer and Authors Notes:
I do not own any of the characters affiliated with Sailor Moon or Dragonball in any
way. When you actually start to read it, you should be able to understand where in the
series it goes. It's when Gohan gets into highschool. I don't know much about this part
of the series, so if anyone could help me out with some information, I'd be able to get
the parts out a lot quicker. I would also like to know if you'd like me to turn this into a
Gohan/Serena fic. By the way, I'm reely sorry it's so short. The next one should be longer.
Also, I think you should know, Serena has been re-born. This a life between the Moon Kingdom
and the anime. In this one she doesn't need to be Sailor Moon, so I might not make her. Also,
since she just came out of the Moon Kingdom, she's not going to be AS klutzy or AS un-mannerly.
Chapter 1
Gohan fiddled with his shirt collar. It didn't look straight to him. A little twist to the right and.. got it. It had been a while since the battle with Cell and he had grown up. The once small boy had turned into a dashing young man. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and frowned, noticing that his hair had fallen out of its original style. Had to be today he thought. He was about to throw it back into place when he heard his mothers familiar shouts from downstairs.
"You boys get down here right now or you're going to be late!" sighing, he smoothed it back and started down the stairs. At the bottom he found a normal family scene. His father had been the first one into the house and was already gulping down breakfast. His mother was trying to keep his father away from his breakfast, but was miserably failing. In one gulp it was gone. He sighed again. From the looks of it, it would be a long day. He grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.
"Hei Gohaa" he heard his father attempt to speak through all the food in his mouth, "cou ou ge me da joo?" Gohan looked at him quizzically. Goku pointed to the juice and Gohan smiled.
"Sure dad," he got up to get another glass when his mother came in to the room.
"Now Gohan, you should get going to school or you'll be late for your first day."
"I'm just getting a drink for dad and then-"
"You should get moving Gohan," his mother said, that crazed look that she would get when she was about to use her frying pan appeared. He gulped and sped off towards the school.
It didn't take him long to make it to the school, so he had enough time to explore his new school. He pulled out his schedule, littered with honors and advanced placement classes. He smiled. It was one advantage to studying early on.
He continued to walk, watching the little piece of paper in his hand instead of in front of him.
Serena stood in front of the school in awe. Her old school hadn't been this big. She wondered how she would be able to get through the day, she never had been that great with directions. She turned around and was about to sit down on one of the schools scattered benches, when she ran into someone, or rather they ran into her.
Gohan felt himself hit something. Letting his paper fall to the ground, he grabbed hold of whatever it was, and pulled it back towards him. He was a bit startled when he looked down to see a beautiful young girl using his arms to sturdy herself. She had two buns on top of her head in a strangely familiar style. He somewhat reluctantly let go of her. She looked up at him, studying him for a second and then smiling.
"Hi, my name is Serena," she said, sticking out her hand in a friendly manner. He looked at it for a second before taking it in his larger one and returning the warm smile.
"Gohan, nice to meet you." He replied. She took her hand out of his and looked at her watch.
"Hey, I have to go. Maybe I'll see you later."
"Yeah, maybe," Gohan replied, watching her dash away into the school. Why do I feel like I know her from somewhere? he asked himself. Shrugging, he also walked into the school.