Teenage Love Problems
- RFanatic
- Though this is officially, my first Gohan/Videl fanfic, and my first DragonBallZ fanfic, it is, by no means, my first fanfic at all. To put it simply, I have just decided to stop posting on my old account pen name and made up another one.
- Forgive me, I might still be slightly indefinate on my abilities to write a fanfic based on this particular anime.
- PG-13 rating for now, though I may decide to raise it drastically to another one some time in the near future.
- Gohan/Videl fanfic. When Videl's never-changing life is intertwined with Gohan's unpredictable one, everything spins out of it's place in fate. Just a normal highschool fanfic being twisted in the summary to seem interesting. It's a series chosen to be posted from my twenty over fanfics collected inside my hard drive. Enjoy.
- Neither DragonBallZ or it's marvelous characters belong to me. The only thing that does, however, is the little or no plot that is present in it.
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Satan Videl made it to homeroom just as the last bell ran through the hallways and filled the class. She slid easily into her seat and looked around, as she did everyday at the many familiar faces, many of them which were faces she had been seeing every school day since she came to the highschool as a freshman. The raven haired girl stretched her long bare legs under the desk, casually hooking her thumb into the pockets of her shorts.
Over by the windows, she could see a handful of guys in the mist of a heated arguement. Sharpner was one of them, his entire face was reddened by the intensity of the fight. His eyes were blazed with impatience as his fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seats. Effortlessly, Videl could pick up every word he was saying, "I'm telling you, it's true. How hard is it to believe me?"
Oh. She thought to herself, Just another little arguement they always go through right before the teacher takes attendance. Not interesting. Videl's eyes wandered to the girl sitting next to her, Erasa, who seemed to be putting on what must have been the sixthieth coat of hot pink lipstick on herself. The blonde held a small mirror before herself, a small satisfied smile finally appearing on her thoroughly coated lips. Far behind her, at the back of the room, Angela and her new boyfriend- probably blackmailed- were occupied in their makeout session. It was completely obvious that no one paid any attention at all, to the teacher in the front of the large class, making a valiant attempt to get some attention.
Finally, the teacher had to raise his voice to a near-earslitting level, piercing it's way through the crowd of noise. Within seconds, the entire room was deathly silent, the only sound was the suppressed breathing from all the students. "Okay," he said stiffly, "Now, I know you don't like coming to this dump of a school every weekday, but neither do I. But if you insist on making my life more miserable than it already is, I suggest you go report yourself to a higher person than my standards as a poorly paid teacher. Understood? Good, now let's just finish this class."
Just as he was about to take the attendance of the class, a boy Videl didn't know showed up at the classroom door. He stood, somewhat edgy, his hand wound tightly around the strap of his bag as to steady himself, flashing a slight grin at the class. What the hell is his problem? He looks so nervous, you'd think he was going to have a heart attack right on the spot. Hasn't he ever been a public school before? Probably not, why does this particular school get all the private school dorks anyway? Videl looked back down at her hands idly and uninterested.
Erasa turned around and grinned devilishly at her, eyes twinkling brightly, "Ooo, fresh meat."
"He's all your's if you want, I'm not interested with geeks." Videl could only shake her head, barely stiffling a resentful snort. "I will never understand what you see in guys anyway. Look at him! All skin and bones."
The teacher looked up, blinking once, twice, then a final third time at him before lowering his head and back to the names on the sheet of paper before him. He looked liked he should have been retired a long time ago, standing with his elbows against the desk and his glasses low on his nose. "May I help you?" he inquired, taking off his horn rimmed glasses, "Do you need directions for where you should be?"
"Not at all, sir." the boy replied firmly, handing the professor an assortment of papers, slightly crumpled from his overly tight grip. Videl stole another glance at him, feeling irritated though she didn't know why. There's nothing special about him, unless you count how weird he is. He's wearing red pants, a white shirt, and an orange vest buttoned neatly over it. How interesting- not! And what's up with the hair? It's black but all spiked up. I don't think it's gel, or he wouldn't be running his hand through it with that dumbass grin of his.
"Everyone," the man in front of the room started loudly over the shouts that had begun to accumulate throughout the room once again. "This is Son Gohan. He will be joining us for his senior year. Someone show him around, he's never been to a school before, he was home schooled by his mother, who must have been an exceptionally bright lady to do so, considering he had perfect scores on the school acceptance test. Remember to be decent this time at least," his eyes traveled around the room, landing on Sharpner and another few, who had already begun jeering loudly, "Or there will be serious consiquences."
A silence fell over the room as the students stared at Gohan. The teacher cleared his throat, "Sit next to Satan Videl, who sits right there." he pointed with a long pale finger at the seat. The girl gave him a curt nod as he slid his black colored bag from his shoulders and slid it on the ground next to his feet. She could see his eyes held the darkest shade of brown she had ever seen.
He smiled at her and carefully extended his hand, "I guess we'll be sitting next to each other for the rest of the year, ne? Well, I'm sure anything could be better than staying home with my mother anyway!"
Nobody shakes hands anymore now, what's his deal? I guess I'll just have to humor him. Videl stared then slipped her hand into his open palm. He has a really stable handshake, I'll give him that much credit... and it's nice and cool, I could get used to this. Unknowingly, her grip tightened on his hand, while a puzzled expression appeared on his.
"What's your name?" Gohan asked, reddening and attempting to ignore the fact that her hand was still latched tightly on his. "I mean, since you already know mine."
"Satan Videl." she answered, letting go of his hand in a start. At the front of the room, their teacher continued to ramble on, though she couldn't hold on to a single word he said. What's wrong with me? All I can think about is how the feel of his bare hand against mine, and how much stronger he is than he seems... I need to get over this, and I don't think this stupid lecture is helping either.
And because for the rest of the day, Videl was so unwaveringly concentrated on the wonders of Gohan, she couldn't feel her cellphone buzzing insistantly inside her pocket, a plea for help from the world outside school.
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To Be Continued..
As soon as any form of a review is submitted. Future chapters will be much longer, and that will be a promise.