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Blood Lust: When PE guys attack.
Gohan had PE again, the next week. Mr Bat the PE sensei was in a really bad mood. He had stayed up all night searching the net, asking about the so-called religion, Saiya-jin. He got nothing, nothing at all, well except for that bit by some guy who was obviously loony. He said Saiyans were a race of people. According to him he was kidnapped by their prince and held for ransom.
The PE instructor looked at the obsidian-eyed youth. Don't want to show off you wimpy nerd body huh? Well, I make you shower even if it's the last thing I do.
"Class today we are going to do something different. I am going to divide you into two teams, and I then want you to stand there, by the muddy hole." He began to split them up. Videl and the Sharpenerettes on one side (Well the Sharpenerettes that could manage to limp into school. Sharpener skipped it as his didn't want anyone to see the bruise on his face.) Gohan was on the other team.
When the teams stood either side of the muddy hole, Videl spotted how unfair then teams were. As well as there being more people on her side, the people on the other side were, well if she was like her dad she would have called them wimps. They weren't normal people, who would have gone into the category of no chance in hell of beating her. Instead they went into no chance of beating her even if she was tied up, upside down, with both arms cut off and a big sign saying 'Hit me' on it.
She pointed this out to the Sensei. He glared. She glared. The world went on.
The Sensei took out a long piece of rope. One side went to each team, over the mud puddle. They were going to play tug of war.
"Ready, steady, go" the Sensei said.
The rope tightened and steadily began to move towards Videls' group.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? PICK UP THE ROPE YOU IDIOT" The Sensei yelled at Gohan.
The clueless demi saiyan was standing by the end of the rope, watching the class. Giving an apologetic look he picked up the rope with one hand. The class, which was seedily heading in the other direction stopped.
The Batty man (Yes I know it's a bad pun…but I couldn't help it) was more then a little peeved. He had set it up so that Gohan and his 'type' would be flattened by the competition. Now they were drawing, they were equal. It wasn't fair! Someone up there really didn't like him.
High up on the lookout, Dende rubbed his hands together. "You know Piccolo, I really don't like him."
The tall Namekian grunted in reply.
"Ummmm, now what am I supposed to do with it?" Everyone sweat dropped.
The person ahead of him on the rope answered him "You pull backwards, until one team falls into the mud."
"Okay." Gohan decided not to pull, because that might show his strength. Instead he decided just to walk backward.
He took one step back.
And took class with him.
Whoops he thought.
SPLASH
He looked to see Videl crawl out of the puddle, dirty water slowly dripping off her face. She gave him a look that could make a tree wither up and die.
"Sorry Videl," He gave her the Son Grin.
"How do you explain that then?"
"Ummmm, luck?"
"Right…" She gave him a look. (This is no ordinary look, it's the one that females all over the world give the guys that are giving them trouble.)
He winced.
Mr Bat (who was feeling, for lack of a better word, grumpy at the moment) yelled at everyone and led the class to the next thing to do.
It was an assault course.
The man must have spent all week making it.
"Gohan, here now." The teacher barked
Gohan walked slowly up to him wondering if he was a sergeant in the army on a previous life.
"Gohan here is going to demonstrate the route. First he is going to run through the rubber tires."
Gohan looked at the tires mentioned. Surely no normal human would be able to run through those tires. For one they wouldn't fit, unless they wiggled through each one on their belly. "Sorry Sir, but I don't understand."
"You don't understand?! Just do it nerd," The teacher hissed.
Gohan looked at the tires again. Maybe the teacher meant walking on the top of the tires, but he would have to make sure that the tires didn't tip over with him still on.
He ran across slowly, well at least to him.
"What? Where you raised on a different planet or something?"
Gohan lips twitched. Well…
"Your supposed to put a foot in the hole in the center of the wheel. One row for each foot. Get it? Go"
He did it. But Mr. Bat said that his foot touched the tires. He did it again, but he was too slow. Around the twentieth time, slightly blushing as the entire class was giggling at him, he finally did it to the teacher's satisfaction.
Mr. Bat then led Gohan to a ten-foot high brick wall. How a brick wall got built in the middle of a field, people would never know. A single rope lay down its side
"Climb over it."
"Why? Cant I just walk around it?" Normally Gohan wouldn't even think about answering back, but he was slightly annoyed with the teacher.
"What if someone attacks you and your only protection would be the wall?"
"How could a wall give someone protection," Gohan muttered. He leapt up the wall, held himself up with one arm at the top, before dropping down the other side.
The class gazed with open mouths. Even Mr. Bat couldn't complain about that one.
Mr. Bat took Gohan though the whole obstacle course. He was annoyed that no matter how many times he made Gohan do each obstacle, the teen would never get slightly sweaty, muddy or fall over.
The last obstacle was the worst, Gohan thought. He was made to wiggle under a net, on his stomach, in three inches of mud. Mr Bat decided that he wasn't muddy enough, so pushed the spiky haired teens face into the mud.
Mr. Bat then gave him a evil glare and a smirk. Gohan ignored it. The glare wasn't even worth comparing to Vegetas or even ChiChi's.
**
Gohan walked into the changing rooms. He was filthy; mud was even stuck in his hair. He had few options. He could shower at home, and let everyone wonder how he became clean so fast, or he could shower at school.
Feeling very depressed he began to strip. A crowd of guys began to jeer around him, flicking him with towel ends. He ignored them.
"Hey, you still need to take this thing off," and with out warning Sharpener pulled on Gohan's tail.
Gohan yelled and backhanded Sharpener into his friends. "DON'T TOUCH MY TA…belt. It stays on." He gave him a look that would have made Vegeta proud.
Gohan was now naked, but somehow managed to cover his entire body with a towel and a tail. He walked to the showers glaring at anyone who even looked in his direction, keeping an eye out for towel grabbers.
He didn't see the nail. It was new. One that hadn't been there the week before. Probably it had appeared thanks to a certain trickster God. But still Gohan didn't notice it. He walked right past it.
The thing about this nail, is that it managed to do something that the guys couldn't do. It snagged the towel. It ripped it off.
Gohan stood there, in the school changing rooms, naked in all his sculpted glory.
**
"What do you thinks taking them so long?" Erasa asked Videl. They were waiting outside the boys changing rooms for Gohan and Sharpener.
Videl wanted to go in and sneak a peek at Gohan to find out what he was really hiding. Unfortunately Mr Bat stood outside the door making sure the marauding hordes of Fan girls, didn't come creeping in to look at Gohan. He was looking very grumpy.
"Don't know," she replied. She had gotten a bit worried when she heard Gohan yell. Moments later all the boys walked into the hall looking very quiet.
"So was I right? Did Gohan have some muscles under that shirt?" Erasa asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," answered Sharpener, looking sulky.
Erasa and Videl looked at each other and shrugged.
There was one boy talking. Name of Twist and VERY happy to talk about Gohan. "He has the most amazing body ever. He must work out or something, because each muscle is well defined. Not as bulky as Sharpener here. But Mmmm yum. Plus he has big feet, If you know what I mean by big feet."
"Big shoes?" said Shoelace, puzzled.
The girls looked at each other and giggled.
The talking boy carried on. "He's still wore that fuzzy belt with him in the shower, but in that moment I knew that I had to have him."
Gohan walked out into the hall. He noticed everyone looking at him. "Ummm, what's up?"
Mr Bat who was clearly batty at the time (Not again…sorry everyone) came up behind Gohan. "I cant believe you nerd, I spent all my time trying to make everyone hate you, make people laugh at your puny body and then, all these girls turn up to hear about you." He pulled a gun out of his back pocket " I promised myself that I would take you down dork, and if this is the only way possible, so be it."
Gohan looked at the gun. He would have to find a way to get it off the man before he shot. A bullet wouldn't hurt him, but it would surely hurt his reputation of a geek. Fortunately something stopped the Sensei.
That something was a horde of screaming teenage girls, and one boy. They were VERY mad that someone threatened THEIR Gohan-chan.
**
A Week later
Gohan sprinted around hallways open door. He was late, thanks to a Saiyaman obsessed Videl. He had to wait for her to get to school first so that she wouldn't spot him.
He leapt over someone's bag, rounded some lockers and skidded into the classroom.
The bell rang.
"YES, I'm not late." Gohan looked around at all the people staring at him (again) and gave the Son Grin. "Ummm, I'll just sit down now." He walked to his seat.
"Class, listen today you have a new Sensei in PE, since the psychologist has declared Mr Bat loony, an nerd-phobic, and has found that he is taking steroids. This new Sensei is…supposed to be meeting you here."
Gohan wondered if he would know the Sensei. There was a one in a billion chance that it could happen, but in the demi Saiyans extensive knowledge, one in a billion chances happened nine times out of ten.
The current screamer of homework glanced at the door. The door opened, the class gasped. For there, outlined against the hall, was the famous figure of…. Hercule.
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Wow cliffy, don't you just hate them?
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