Gohan Finally Takes Control
Written by: Cheryl AKA Earth, Wind and Fire
Disclaimer: I am from the alternate universe, and because of certain situations, I own DBZ over there. So, I am joint owner here too…loves loopholes and technicalities
Yeah….like….I WISH! I don't own DBZ, unlike the thousands of other Fanfic writers who own DBZ….sniff
AUTHORS NOTE: Erm….I do believe there is no real note…..Oh yeah! They have started to show the Majin Buu Saga! Finally! I've been waiting for years!
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He was shaken out of his mental triumph jig to look at his watch. **WHAT? 20 to 8? I can't believe this, where did I slow down? I need to be in school in 5 minutes to see the Principal!**
Gohan rushed into the school, not realising that half of the student body was congregating in the halls he needed to get through.
"Excuse me, could you let me through please?" he repeated every time he encountered a group of student. A thought occurred to him. Why should he have to get through the crowd like that? They weren't paying him any attention, so he might as well instantly transmit himself to the end of the hall.
It was a very good idea, but the spot where he was going to re-materialise was occupied by a girl dressed in white with long dark purple hair.
He bumped into her.
**What the hell? Who dared to bump into me?** Videl furiously thought. **I'm going to have that kid for breakfast.**
She turned around to give the kid a verbal bashing when she felt a cool rush of air, heading down the hall. She glanced up the hall, thinking someone had perhaps thrown a ball, or opened the doors wide. Neither had happened. It didn't really bother Videl all too much, so she quickly forgot about it and resumed her walk over to her first class.
"Dende, that was too close!" he muttered. He got to the Principal's office on time, and was given his timetable. Then the principal, a small stocky bald man assigned him to a class. He was given a small map, which he quickly memorized.
He got his things together, and strolled over to the classroom. He was happy to be here, a new place with more interactions.
"Everyone, please welcome the latest addition to our class. Gohan, why don't you tell them a little bit about yourself?" his form teacher said.
"Sure" he said. **This is my chance to show them that I am not a pushover!**
"My name is Son Gohan. My father is dead, and I live with my mother and younger brother Goten in a house in Area 459. I am really excited to be here."
"He looks like a nerd!" a girl whispered to her friend. Gohan would have to bite that little idea in the bud. Then again, this way, no one would think he was strong, or out of the ordinary, other than being a geek. Somehow, laying too low did not appeal to him.
"Other than studying, which I so enjoy – " he said with much sarcasm, "I enjoy various martial arts, and camping trips which are actually held in the wild, and not in a designated camping area."
Some girls tittered with anticipation of having another martial arts expert in-class. All that now had to be established was whether he was any match for Videl. The girls were all on Videl's side, since it had become clear how strong she was, male behaviour had drastically improved for fear of receiving the famous verbal Satan bashing.
"There is a spare seat up there by Erasa, Gohan. Erasa, could you just point to his seat? Thank you. Now class, listen up!" The teacher went on to teach about Modern History.
Meanwhile, Gohan was looking around, learning new faces. His eyes passed over Videl. **Oh No!** he inwardly groaned. **Why do I have the bad luck of being in her class? Help me, Dende!**
Dende who was busy standing looking down onto Earth, heard Gohan's ragged plea for help. **Sorry Gohan,** he thought, *there is nothing I can do!*
Most of the other pupils were not paying the teacher a lot of attention. Most were talking about the Golden Fighter. It wasn't hard for Gohan to pick up their words, what with his sensitive Sayajin hearing.
He toyed with the idea of revealing himself as the Fighter, but decided to tell one of his friends when he had gotten to know them better. **Them? That suggests Male and female. Which suggests Mother won't leave me alone, ever again if I talk about a girl!**
He could see it now, he only had to mention a name and his mother would be off, thinking of when she and his father hooked up.
A loud voice cut in on his day dreams.
"That JERK! What was he thinking? No one asked him to play Superman, he should leave things like this to the professionals. I doubt he even had that blonde hair that made him look like the people at the Cell Games, it was just some person's overactive imagination." This was Videl's curt and undisputed conclusion from the reports.
**Jerk? Superman? PROFESSIONALS? I am a God damn professional** Gohan mentally screamed, completely enraged at Videl's unknowing remark.
**I beat Cell, and my father died to save the earth. Her father took all the credit, and there she is spouting all her knowledge when she cannot even manipulate ki.**
He could hear a sound coming from somewhere. "Gohan, Gohan!" a disturbed voice asked.
But he could not hear them any longer. Videl's remark had literally swept him into a full-blown depression and rage over the Cell incident, and he was sure he would be unable to control himself. There were small flashes of gold and teal as Gohan wavered between transformation. There was still the sane part o him, but it was quickly losing all grip over him.
His pride had been hurt, and his reactions were completely Sayajin.
Luckily for him, and the school building, Mirai Trunks flashed into the room and spoke to the teacher.
The sudden presence of a familiar ki, distracted Gohan enough to look up.
To look up and see all the students staring at him in a "The men in white coats are your friends" way. "Shit." Gohan muttered. **I already lost control, and it has only been 10 minutes into the lesson.**
Gohan began to feel very desperate. What would he do now?
"Hey, Gohan!" Trunks called out to him in a weedling, Vegeta-like manner. "ChiChi says that you have to come back home, as she doesn't believe you are ready for high school yet. I believe I have to agree…" Trunks smirked at this last bit. He could just see Gohan's face. It would be a picture of disappointment and…Determination?
Gohan wasn't disappointed. He was angry, mad, and determined to stay here, at school.
"I am not going anywhere Trunks, and you can tell my mother that. I am not spending another seven years at home, I can't stand it anymore! I need to be with people my own age!"
"Okay Gohan, I can see you have a death wish. I,however, don't, so you can talk to your mother right now." There was some dawning realisation by Trunks as he saw there was no way Gohan would leave and Trunks wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Trunks threw a small black object at Gohan.
"Thank you Trunks. Could you do me a favour and watch over my house for a while? Poor Goten." Gohan winced slightly at what his younger brother must be doing at the moment.
Studying.
"No can do Gohan. Bulma enrolled me here too. She doesn't want me bonding with Vegeta too much for some reason. I reckon she thinks I am easily influenced."
"Yeah!! This is going to be a good year after all! When we aren't busy, we can spar." There was an evil grin on Gohan's face, as he saw this the best arrangement that would keep ChiChi and him happy.
While you are reading my story….how about you leave me a review? Why not check out my Original Novel, which is much better written than this one.
Written by: Cheryl AKA Earth, Wind and Fire
Disclaimer: I am from the alternate universe, and because of certain situations, I own DBZ over there. So, I am joint owner here too…loves loopholes and technicalities
Yeah….like….I WISH! I don't own DBZ, unlike the thousands of other Fanfic writers who own DBZ….sniff
AUTHORS NOTE: Erm….I do believe there is no real note…..Oh yeah! They have started to show the Majin Buu Saga! Finally! I've been waiting for years!
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He was shaken out of his mental triumph jig to look at his watch. **WHAT? 20 to 8? I can't believe this, where did I slow down? I need to be in school in 5 minutes to see the Principal!**
Gohan rushed into the school, not realising that half of the student body was congregating in the halls he needed to get through.
"Excuse me, could you let me through please?" he repeated every time he encountered a group of student. A thought occurred to him. Why should he have to get through the crowd like that? They weren't paying him any attention, so he might as well instantly transmit himself to the end of the hall.
It was a very good idea, but the spot where he was going to re-materialise was occupied by a girl dressed in white with long dark purple hair.
He bumped into her.
**What the hell? Who dared to bump into me?** Videl furiously thought. **I'm going to have that kid for breakfast.**
She turned around to give the kid a verbal bashing when she felt a cool rush of air, heading down the hall. She glanced up the hall, thinking someone had perhaps thrown a ball, or opened the doors wide. Neither had happened. It didn't really bother Videl all too much, so she quickly forgot about it and resumed her walk over to her first class.
"Dende, that was too close!" he muttered. He got to the Principal's office on time, and was given his timetable. Then the principal, a small stocky bald man assigned him to a class. He was given a small map, which he quickly memorized.
He got his things together, and strolled over to the classroom. He was happy to be here, a new place with more interactions.
"Everyone, please welcome the latest addition to our class. Gohan, why don't you tell them a little bit about yourself?" his form teacher said.
"Sure" he said. **This is my chance to show them that I am not a pushover!**
"My name is Son Gohan. My father is dead, and I live with my mother and younger brother Goten in a house in Area 459. I am really excited to be here."
"He looks like a nerd!" a girl whispered to her friend. Gohan would have to bite that little idea in the bud. Then again, this way, no one would think he was strong, or out of the ordinary, other than being a geek. Somehow, laying too low did not appeal to him.
"Other than studying, which I so enjoy – " he said with much sarcasm, "I enjoy various martial arts, and camping trips which are actually held in the wild, and not in a designated camping area."
Some girls tittered with anticipation of having another martial arts expert in-class. All that now had to be established was whether he was any match for Videl. The girls were all on Videl's side, since it had become clear how strong she was, male behaviour had drastically improved for fear of receiving the famous verbal Satan bashing.
"There is a spare seat up there by Erasa, Gohan. Erasa, could you just point to his seat? Thank you. Now class, listen up!" The teacher went on to teach about Modern History.
Meanwhile, Gohan was looking around, learning new faces. His eyes passed over Videl. **Oh No!** he inwardly groaned. **Why do I have the bad luck of being in her class? Help me, Dende!**
Dende who was busy standing looking down onto Earth, heard Gohan's ragged plea for help. **Sorry Gohan,** he thought, *there is nothing I can do!*
Most of the other pupils were not paying the teacher a lot of attention. Most were talking about the Golden Fighter. It wasn't hard for Gohan to pick up their words, what with his sensitive Sayajin hearing.
He toyed with the idea of revealing himself as the Fighter, but decided to tell one of his friends when he had gotten to know them better. **Them? That suggests Male and female. Which suggests Mother won't leave me alone, ever again if I talk about a girl!**
He could see it now, he only had to mention a name and his mother would be off, thinking of when she and his father hooked up.
A loud voice cut in on his day dreams.
"That JERK! What was he thinking? No one asked him to play Superman, he should leave things like this to the professionals. I doubt he even had that blonde hair that made him look like the people at the Cell Games, it was just some person's overactive imagination." This was Videl's curt and undisputed conclusion from the reports.
**Jerk? Superman? PROFESSIONALS? I am a God damn professional** Gohan mentally screamed, completely enraged at Videl's unknowing remark.
**I beat Cell, and my father died to save the earth. Her father took all the credit, and there she is spouting all her knowledge when she cannot even manipulate ki.**
He could hear a sound coming from somewhere. "Gohan, Gohan!" a disturbed voice asked.
But he could not hear them any longer. Videl's remark had literally swept him into a full-blown depression and rage over the Cell incident, and he was sure he would be unable to control himself. There were small flashes of gold and teal as Gohan wavered between transformation. There was still the sane part o him, but it was quickly losing all grip over him.
His pride had been hurt, and his reactions were completely Sayajin.
Luckily for him, and the school building, Mirai Trunks flashed into the room and spoke to the teacher.
The sudden presence of a familiar ki, distracted Gohan enough to look up.
To look up and see all the students staring at him in a "The men in white coats are your friends" way. "Shit." Gohan muttered. **I already lost control, and it has only been 10 minutes into the lesson.**
Gohan began to feel very desperate. What would he do now?
"Hey, Gohan!" Trunks called out to him in a weedling, Vegeta-like manner. "ChiChi says that you have to come back home, as she doesn't believe you are ready for high school yet. I believe I have to agree…" Trunks smirked at this last bit. He could just see Gohan's face. It would be a picture of disappointment and…Determination?
Gohan wasn't disappointed. He was angry, mad, and determined to stay here, at school.
"I am not going anywhere Trunks, and you can tell my mother that. I am not spending another seven years at home, I can't stand it anymore! I need to be with people my own age!"
"Okay Gohan, I can see you have a death wish. I,however, don't, so you can talk to your mother right now." There was some dawning realisation by Trunks as he saw there was no way Gohan would leave and Trunks wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Trunks threw a small black object at Gohan.
"Thank you Trunks. Could you do me a favour and watch over my house for a while? Poor Goten." Gohan winced slightly at what his younger brother must be doing at the moment.
Studying.
"No can do Gohan. Bulma enrolled me here too. She doesn't want me bonding with Vegeta too much for some reason. I reckon she thinks I am easily influenced."
"Yeah!! This is going to be a good year after all! When we aren't busy, we can spar." There was an evil grin on Gohan's face, as he saw this the best arrangement that would keep ChiChi and him happy.
While you are reading my story….how about you leave me a review? Why not check out my Original Novel, which is much better written than this one.