Yes, I know that is has been over two weeks, but I was busy (and lazy for that matter as well). If you wanna see more chapters, you gotta review! If you guys could also give me some tips to improve my writing in any way, put it in your review. No, I am not asking you to flame me, I am asking for constructive criticism. So without further ado, chapter three of Raging Hormones.... enjoy!
Disclaimer: I would not, could not in a car; I can not, should not near or far; I do not own DBZ, I do not own it mean lawyers! (Okay, it did not rhyme at the end... oops) -_-'
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Raging Hormones, Chapter Three:
Puberty!?
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Gohan was welcomed back to the waking world with an annoying blaring light in his face, a splitting headache, and a urge to hit something... hard.
"Bulma! Get that damn light out of my face!" He shouted at the concerned cerulean-haired genius hovering above him in a concerned way. Sitting up slowly and swinging his body off the metal exanimation table onto the sterilized floor, he peered at Bulma, his mother, and his father with a irked expression marring his typically innocent and joyous features.
After getting over the shock of seeing her eldest son lying on that cold table without moving, and then suddenly decide to wake up and swear, Chi-chi turned to him and inquired, "Gohan? Do you have any idea what is wrong with you? I mean you just..."
"He just what?" All the occupants of one of Bulma's private labs whirled around to see the short, muscular prince swagger nonchalantly into the room, the thick steel door swinging behind him.
"Oh, NOW you decide to grace us with your presence your highness, after we were looking for you all afternoon?" Bulma glared at her husband, pouring disapproval and sarcasm into each of her words.
"I went out to eat for lunch, knowing full and well that mess you call food would churn any stomach, even one of a Saiyan." He replied crossing his arms haughtily over his chest.
"Veggie-head," Bulma retorted back between clenched teeth, "I will deal with you later. Right now, we have bigger problems, one of them being this!" She stomped over to Gohan, who was watching the exchange with an amused grin, and grabbed his tail to show it to Vegeta.
"HEY! Lay off the tail!" Gohan had to restrain himself from pounding Bulma into the floor as he protectively snatched it back from her. He was reminded how painful it was to have your tail grabbed, after all, it had been over ten years since anything like that had happened.
"Humph, 'bout time your under-developed spawn grew it back," the Saiyan Prince snubbed the much taller man next to him.
"That's not very nice Vegeta," Goku shot back, stating the obvious as usual.
"What do mean 'under-developed'? Vegeta, I know you know something and you are going to spill it right now!" Bulma threatened her mate. ::Or no 'play time' as you call it:: she added to emphasize her point, through the bond her and the egotistic Prince shared.
::Fine, stupid woman...:: "Kakorot's weakling offspring has decided to go through Saiyan puberty, finally," he informed the people around him, grinning in his personally victory as shock, surprise, and anger (in Gohan's case) flashed across their dazed features.
"Vegeta, you baka, why didn't you inform us of this sooner?" Chi-chi screeched, as she regained her ability to speak.
"Because I didn't give a damn," he smirked, until Chi-chi decided that his potty mouth needed to be shut. BANG! BANG! "Oww! Why do you insist on being friends with this banshee woman and her thrid-class family?"
"CAN YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP AND PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE &%@# IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!?" Gohan roared over the quarreling adults, demanding an explaination.
"Fine, since you insist," Vegeta answered, his shock at a usually quiet, reserved Gohan blowing up evident on his face. "When a male Saiyan reaches the age of sixteen or seventeen, depending on their maturity..." he sneered at Gohan, who was almost eighteen, "they go through some changes. For one, their tail will grow back if it was previously removed, among other things."
"What other things?" Gohan growled, demanding answers.
"Oh, they will exhibit unusually aggressive behavior, such as you now, will begin to notice attractive individuals of the opposite sex in 'that' way, and will gradually loose control of their power, and power up as far as their body will let them before the end of the phase."
"The 'phase'? What the heck is this 'phase'?"
"The yearly phase that lasts a phase of the moon, or a month in other terms," Vegeta answered. "Hmm... judging by your green eyes, but lack of blonde hair, the power up has begun. It looks like you are between your normal form and Super Saiyan form now, I would say that you'd be in the Super Saiyan form by the end of the week, eh?
"Oh this is just great, I already cannot pick up things without pulverizing them, and it is gonna get WORSE? I really need to have a little chat with Dende..." Gohan snarled.
Chi-chi suddenly broke out of the stupor she was previously in and shook her finger at her agitated son, "and if you think you are going to skip school for an ENTIRE MONTH just because of this, you are WRONG buster! You already missed one day because of your little fainting trick last night, and I will not have my baby's perfect record tarnished!"
"But..." the teen stuttered, taken aback.
"You cannot MISS AN ENTIRE MONTH and expect them not to EXPELL you do you? Well, I won't have it, YOU WILL GO TO SCHOOL AND THAT IS FINAL!"
"FINE!"
"YOU WILL NOT 'FINE' ME GOHAN! SAY 'YES MOTHER' OR YOU ARE GRONDED! AND THAT INCLUDES SPARRING!"
"Grrrr... yes, mother," Gohan answered with obvious sarcasm and disgust oozing from the reply.
"Chi-chi, I don't think that is such a good idea..." Goku managed to stammer with fear of his wife-on-the-war-path.
"Goku?" she turned around to face her husband, smiling sweetly. Suddenly her face contorting into a enraged scowl, "I said THAT IS FINAL!" She suddenly grinned happily again, "any questions?"
"Uh... no ma'am!" Both Gohan and Goku (from his hiding spot behind his son) managed to respond.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BANG! Gohan shot a small ball of Ki at the troublesome alarm clock, not bothering to even try to wake up. *In fact, it would be better if I did not wake up at all...* he thought. For it was Wednesday morning, and that meant that Gohan was finally rejoining his classmates at Orange Star High School, complete with his recent problem of controlling his strength.
"*Sigh* Now Chi-chi is going to force me to go to the nearest town and buy you another alarm clock, Gohan" Goku sighed, upon realizing that his son's alarm clock was no longer intact on his bedside-table. In fact, it was embedded in the wall, all over the floor, and a blackened scorch-mark on his table. Even the table and the wall behind it were damaged: the blast had incinerated half of it and left a hole about one foot in diameter in the wall.
"Fine Dad, I am up" Gohan answered, groggily as he surveyed the harm his 'small blast' had done. "He he, oops?" he apologized to his father, while pulling on a shirt and pants and attempting to brush the unruly spikes otherwise known as his hair.
Goku just sighed again and pointed to the mangled bedside-table. "And that is why you are not flying to school today and your alarm clock went off early. Chi-chi already called Bulma and she sent her private helicopter over here along with a chafer. It should be in half an hour so you should go downstairs and eat, son."
"Dad! But it will take HOURS to get to school that way! And besides, I cannot keep a low profile if I am driven to a public school in a state-of-the-art helicopter that reads 'Capsule Corps' across the sides!"
"Gohan, in your present state you might go to fast and exert to much energy. I don't think you would want to cause severe earthquakes from the sonic booms would you?"
"Yea, you are probably right, Dad. Ugh, but that girl Videl is gonna have a field day."
Goku sat down next to his son, a surprise look displayed on his features, "huh, a GIRL?! Wow! I guess you really are going through puberty!" Goku slapped Gohan on the back while grinning like a drunk hyena.
"DAD! It is not like THAT! She just suspects something. I kinda jumped a little too high that one time we played baseball in gym class, that is all, I swear!" Gohan's face then turned a bright crimson, proudly revealing his discomfort of the topic.
Goku slapped him on the back again, good naturedly, "yea, you keep telling yourself that, buddy... well, we better get downstairs and eat before Chi-chi brings out IT again." Both father and son noticeably shuttered at the mere thought of IT.
"Good idea Dad, sometimes Mom can be REALLY scary."
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After a meal large enough to feed an army, a navy, and probably the Marines too, Gohan walked off apprehensively to the waiting helicopter, which was currently blowing the Son's newly washed clothes off the clothesline. After takeoff, Gohan looked down to see his mother swinging IT around, infuriated at the clothes that were now wrinkled and dirty, resting upon the lawn and the roof. One shirt was even plastered to the outside wall of the house, much to his amusement.
"Oh man, you could've at least turned off the motor after landing. Mom is going to blow a fuse when I come home today," Gohan reprimanded the middle-aged man confidently flying the helicopter from the seat in front of him.
"Ah well, she is a bitch to get started once you turn her off," the man he now knew as Kevin responded. "Orange Star High in Satan City, huh?"
"Yea, that is it."
"Hmm... you're in luck. It appears that since it is a clear day, we won't be late. We will be arriving in around two hours, okay?"
"Sure, thanks. Hey, can I come up front and check out the controls?"
"No problem, just don't touch anything, okay?"
"I won't do that," Gohan said, as he slipped into the passenger seat. "Wooh, there are a lot of buttons up here. What do they all do?" he asked.
The pilot then turned to Gohan to tell him which group of buttons, switches, and dials did and showed what. "Jeeze kid, why do wear those weird pupil-less contacts? I mean, it makes you looks sinister, you should have gotten the clear ones."
*Oh damn, I forgot about my eyes. I need to make up a good excuse why my eyes are all weird, someone (probably Videl) is going to ask about them and I am no good at making up excuses* "Oh, I um.... *think Gohan!* volunteered to try out this new eye drop treatment for a little extra money for Mom. Only bad part is, it turns your eyes funny colors, but I sure can see better now!" Gohan told Kevin, crossing his fingers that the older man would buy his lame excuse, he needed to see if it would work on his classmates.
"Wow kid that is really nice of you, going through that so your mom can have a bit of extra money," Gohan sighed in relief as Kevin went on, "gee... I would never do something like that for my mom, she just put up with me to keep Dad from leaving her."
"Oh, well, Mom can be scary at times, but Dad, Goten, and I are strong enough to keep up with her violent tendencies."
"Hey kid?" Kevin pondered a bit about whether it would be rude to ask what he was about to, but in the end, he did anyway, "I saw what must have been your little brother... isn't his name Goten?" After receiving a nod from Gohan, he continued, "he looks a lot like that martial artist guy..."
He was then interrupted by Gohan, "yep, he looks just like my dad Goku doesn't he?"
"WHAT?" Kevin said as he turned around to stare at Gohan, jerking the steering of the copter to the right as he did so, sending Gohan, who was not buckled, to slam into the other side of the cockpit. "No kidding? Your dad is THE SON GOKU?!?"
"Gee... I didn't know Dad was that famous...." *Note to self: do not mention Dad at school*
"Well, he got to the finals and almost won against a experienced champion when he was only TWELVE!"
"Oh yea, Dad never talks much about that though. But I have heard him say something once or twice about it."
"Gee kid, I kinda feel bad for you though. The Great Hercule has said a lot of bad things about your father: about his 'tricks'." Kevin was again interrupted by Gohan, as he growled various obscenities under his breath and begin to glow with Ki released in his anger. Kevin shook the glowing Gohan off as having too much beer last night at that party and tried to calm him down, he was obviously fuming and about ready to blow his cool (A/N: and Gohan, being a Saiyan, might just blow a few more things than his cool ^.~).
"Hey kid! There is the school down there! Hey and don't worry about the Hercule thing, I have always thought your dad was a much cooler fighter. Man, when I was a kid, we all thought Goku was the greatest fighter in the whole universe," Kevin told the irate teenager as he came in to land on the lawn of Orange Star High.
*Heh, if you only knew how right you are, Kevin.* Gohan thought as he hopped out of the helicopter onto the dewy grass where quite a few loitering teenagers looked up to see who, besides Videl, owned a helicopter. "Thanks again Kevin! See ya after school!" Gohan called out as Kevin took to the skies again, on his way back to Capsule Corps.
"Woohoo, Gohan!" Erasa called to Gohan from her resting spot on the grass to the apprehensive Gohan. "Since when did you take a helicopter to school?"
"Since today I guess. Mom thought it would be a good idea if I flew in a helicopter instead of the usual way I get to school *which is not so usual*"
"And a Capsule Corps helicopter wow!" Erasa went on and on about how cool that was but all Gohan heard was "blah, blah, blah, blah, *giggle*, blah, blah, blah." See, Gohan had just discovered that Erasa had a very nice butt, and he was staring over her shoulder at it the entire time she was discussing the pros and cons of helicopters.
Gohan managed to snap out of it long enough to hear: "oh and here comes Videl. I think she wants to talk to you, Gohan."
Before poor Gohan could object, Videl grabbed his arm and shoved him into the deserted bike rack.
"I have three questions. Number one: why did you fly to school in a Capsule Corps helicopter. Number two: Why are your eyes that freaky green color. And number three: WHY WERE YOU PERVING AT THE SIGHT OF MY BEST FRIEND'S BUTT!?" Videl demanded of Gohan, while poking his chest in a very pushy manner.
"Uh... I was?" Gohan managed to reply. *Geez. Videl is scarier than Mom, even if she does not use IT on me*
"YES! You were! Nobody looks at my friends like that without either their permission or MINE!" Unfortunately, Gohan did not even hear the rest of Videl's ravings. He had gone into his 'perving trance' again. Except this time, the objects of his attentions where Videl's chest. He did not have very long to admire them however, because Videl soon noticed that he was not looking where he was supposed to be looking. Instead of yelling at him like the previous time, Videl decided that punching Gohan in the face was the perfect way to get him to stop being, uh, 'distracted.'
"OW! God, what is your face made out of, bricks?"
"Huh? Oh Videl! Are you ok?" Gohan snapped out of his stupor to kneel next to the distressed girl, who was rolling around on the dusty cement clutching her bruised hand. Videl then realized that she had an audience, and she never showed weakness in front of an audience. She stood up unsteadily, and addressed the concerned boy before her.
"Yea," she winced between teeth clenched in pain, "it's not broken or anything." Shaking her hand out, she put it on her hip and continued to badger the embarrassed Gohan.
"But you still haven't answered my questions!"
"Oh yea, those questions. My usual mode of transportation was uh.... unavailable so Mom called up someone she knew at Capsule Corps."
"Gawd, they must have been pretty high in the food chain though, to let you ride to school in their helicopters!"
"Yea, I... uh.... guess you could say that." Gohan supposed.
"But what about your eyes? Last time I checked they where black, which is unusual in itself, but now they are a pupil-less aquamarine. You should take out those contacts you know, the teachers may 'dress code' you for them"
"Well, you see, we were a little short on money and Mom and I thought it was a good idea if I tried out this experimental eye drops that supposedly improve your vision. And you see, they didn't work too well, now I am stuck with weird eyes for a month."
"Gohan?" Videl questioned after he was done explaining.
"Uh... yes Videl?" He timidly relpied.
"I don't buy that B.S. at all." Gohan's smile quickly faded *damn, she didn't buy it! What am I gonna do now? I cannot avoid her forever!* Before he could offer her another explanation, the first bell rang, a signal that made the students hanging out in front of the school moan in their last minutes of freedom.
"Uh, gee! Isn't that the bell? Well, I must be getting to Math Analysis now. Nice talking to you Videl!" Gohan sighed as he made his hasty escape across the lush grass and up the steps to the front door. *Saved by the bell!*
Videl also sighed from her place amidst the various colored bicycles. She was thoroughly frustrated that she did not have the time to ferret out Gohan's secrets before the bell suspended her probing.
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Dun dun dun! Will Videl find out Gohan's secrets? Will Gohan stop being a pervert? You'll have to wait until the next chapter of 'Raging Hormones' to find out!
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Wow, that was my longest chapter yet! I am so proud of myself *pats self on back* well, I guess I owed it to you after making you wait so long for this. It has been almost three weeks now, huh? *sweatdrop*
Well, next chapter is going to be a thriller, Gohan goes to gym class! And no, they are not playing baseball or having Yamcha as a substitute. I guess you guys are just going to have to wait until the next chapter! Hey, if anyone can guess what they are going to be playing, I will type up the next chapter MUCH sooner than I usually do, and I will mention that very smart person in the next chapter too! Oh, and if anyone can guess what the other plot twist I am planning next is (it involves the helicopter *wink wink*) I will do the same!
See ya later!
~Eleuthera ^.~
A/N: Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster you get another chapter. Oh, and ff.net had been showing up really weird on my browser (Explorer 6.0) for a day or two. Has that happened to anyone else by any chance?
Math lesson:
read + review = new chapter!
Disclaimer: I would not, could not in a car; I can not, should not near or far; I do not own DBZ, I do not own it mean lawyers! (Okay, it did not rhyme at the end... oops) -_-'
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Raging Hormones, Chapter Three:
Puberty!?
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Gohan was welcomed back to the waking world with an annoying blaring light in his face, a splitting headache, and a urge to hit something... hard.
"Bulma! Get that damn light out of my face!" He shouted at the concerned cerulean-haired genius hovering above him in a concerned way. Sitting up slowly and swinging his body off the metal exanimation table onto the sterilized floor, he peered at Bulma, his mother, and his father with a irked expression marring his typically innocent and joyous features.
After getting over the shock of seeing her eldest son lying on that cold table without moving, and then suddenly decide to wake up and swear, Chi-chi turned to him and inquired, "Gohan? Do you have any idea what is wrong with you? I mean you just..."
"He just what?" All the occupants of one of Bulma's private labs whirled around to see the short, muscular prince swagger nonchalantly into the room, the thick steel door swinging behind him.
"Oh, NOW you decide to grace us with your presence your highness, after we were looking for you all afternoon?" Bulma glared at her husband, pouring disapproval and sarcasm into each of her words.
"I went out to eat for lunch, knowing full and well that mess you call food would churn any stomach, even one of a Saiyan." He replied crossing his arms haughtily over his chest.
"Veggie-head," Bulma retorted back between clenched teeth, "I will deal with you later. Right now, we have bigger problems, one of them being this!" She stomped over to Gohan, who was watching the exchange with an amused grin, and grabbed his tail to show it to Vegeta.
"HEY! Lay off the tail!" Gohan had to restrain himself from pounding Bulma into the floor as he protectively snatched it back from her. He was reminded how painful it was to have your tail grabbed, after all, it had been over ten years since anything like that had happened.
"Humph, 'bout time your under-developed spawn grew it back," the Saiyan Prince snubbed the much taller man next to him.
"That's not very nice Vegeta," Goku shot back, stating the obvious as usual.
"What do mean 'under-developed'? Vegeta, I know you know something and you are going to spill it right now!" Bulma threatened her mate. ::Or no 'play time' as you call it:: she added to emphasize her point, through the bond her and the egotistic Prince shared.
::Fine, stupid woman...:: "Kakorot's weakling offspring has decided to go through Saiyan puberty, finally," he informed the people around him, grinning in his personally victory as shock, surprise, and anger (in Gohan's case) flashed across their dazed features.
"Vegeta, you baka, why didn't you inform us of this sooner?" Chi-chi screeched, as she regained her ability to speak.
"Because I didn't give a damn," he smirked, until Chi-chi decided that his potty mouth needed to be shut. BANG! BANG! "Oww! Why do you insist on being friends with this banshee woman and her thrid-class family?"
"CAN YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP AND PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE &%@# IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!?" Gohan roared over the quarreling adults, demanding an explaination.
"Fine, since you insist," Vegeta answered, his shock at a usually quiet, reserved Gohan blowing up evident on his face. "When a male Saiyan reaches the age of sixteen or seventeen, depending on their maturity..." he sneered at Gohan, who was almost eighteen, "they go through some changes. For one, their tail will grow back if it was previously removed, among other things."
"What other things?" Gohan growled, demanding answers.
"Oh, they will exhibit unusually aggressive behavior, such as you now, will begin to notice attractive individuals of the opposite sex in 'that' way, and will gradually loose control of their power, and power up as far as their body will let them before the end of the phase."
"The 'phase'? What the heck is this 'phase'?"
"The yearly phase that lasts a phase of the moon, or a month in other terms," Vegeta answered. "Hmm... judging by your green eyes, but lack of blonde hair, the power up has begun. It looks like you are between your normal form and Super Saiyan form now, I would say that you'd be in the Super Saiyan form by the end of the week, eh?
"Oh this is just great, I already cannot pick up things without pulverizing them, and it is gonna get WORSE? I really need to have a little chat with Dende..." Gohan snarled.
Chi-chi suddenly broke out of the stupor she was previously in and shook her finger at her agitated son, "and if you think you are going to skip school for an ENTIRE MONTH just because of this, you are WRONG buster! You already missed one day because of your little fainting trick last night, and I will not have my baby's perfect record tarnished!"
"But..." the teen stuttered, taken aback.
"You cannot MISS AN ENTIRE MONTH and expect them not to EXPELL you do you? Well, I won't have it, YOU WILL GO TO SCHOOL AND THAT IS FINAL!"
"FINE!"
"YOU WILL NOT 'FINE' ME GOHAN! SAY 'YES MOTHER' OR YOU ARE GRONDED! AND THAT INCLUDES SPARRING!"
"Grrrr... yes, mother," Gohan answered with obvious sarcasm and disgust oozing from the reply.
"Chi-chi, I don't think that is such a good idea..." Goku managed to stammer with fear of his wife-on-the-war-path.
"Goku?" she turned around to face her husband, smiling sweetly. Suddenly her face contorting into a enraged scowl, "I said THAT IS FINAL!" She suddenly grinned happily again, "any questions?"
"Uh... no ma'am!" Both Gohan and Goku (from his hiding spot behind his son) managed to respond.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BANG! Gohan shot a small ball of Ki at the troublesome alarm clock, not bothering to even try to wake up. *In fact, it would be better if I did not wake up at all...* he thought. For it was Wednesday morning, and that meant that Gohan was finally rejoining his classmates at Orange Star High School, complete with his recent problem of controlling his strength.
"*Sigh* Now Chi-chi is going to force me to go to the nearest town and buy you another alarm clock, Gohan" Goku sighed, upon realizing that his son's alarm clock was no longer intact on his bedside-table. In fact, it was embedded in the wall, all over the floor, and a blackened scorch-mark on his table. Even the table and the wall behind it were damaged: the blast had incinerated half of it and left a hole about one foot in diameter in the wall.
"Fine Dad, I am up" Gohan answered, groggily as he surveyed the harm his 'small blast' had done. "He he, oops?" he apologized to his father, while pulling on a shirt and pants and attempting to brush the unruly spikes otherwise known as his hair.
Goku just sighed again and pointed to the mangled bedside-table. "And that is why you are not flying to school today and your alarm clock went off early. Chi-chi already called Bulma and she sent her private helicopter over here along with a chafer. It should be in half an hour so you should go downstairs and eat, son."
"Dad! But it will take HOURS to get to school that way! And besides, I cannot keep a low profile if I am driven to a public school in a state-of-the-art helicopter that reads 'Capsule Corps' across the sides!"
"Gohan, in your present state you might go to fast and exert to much energy. I don't think you would want to cause severe earthquakes from the sonic booms would you?"
"Yea, you are probably right, Dad. Ugh, but that girl Videl is gonna have a field day."
Goku sat down next to his son, a surprise look displayed on his features, "huh, a GIRL?! Wow! I guess you really are going through puberty!" Goku slapped Gohan on the back while grinning like a drunk hyena.
"DAD! It is not like THAT! She just suspects something. I kinda jumped a little too high that one time we played baseball in gym class, that is all, I swear!" Gohan's face then turned a bright crimson, proudly revealing his discomfort of the topic.
Goku slapped him on the back again, good naturedly, "yea, you keep telling yourself that, buddy... well, we better get downstairs and eat before Chi-chi brings out IT again." Both father and son noticeably shuttered at the mere thought of IT.
"Good idea Dad, sometimes Mom can be REALLY scary."
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After a meal large enough to feed an army, a navy, and probably the Marines too, Gohan walked off apprehensively to the waiting helicopter, which was currently blowing the Son's newly washed clothes off the clothesline. After takeoff, Gohan looked down to see his mother swinging IT around, infuriated at the clothes that were now wrinkled and dirty, resting upon the lawn and the roof. One shirt was even plastered to the outside wall of the house, much to his amusement.
"Oh man, you could've at least turned off the motor after landing. Mom is going to blow a fuse when I come home today," Gohan reprimanded the middle-aged man confidently flying the helicopter from the seat in front of him.
"Ah well, she is a bitch to get started once you turn her off," the man he now knew as Kevin responded. "Orange Star High in Satan City, huh?"
"Yea, that is it."
"Hmm... you're in luck. It appears that since it is a clear day, we won't be late. We will be arriving in around two hours, okay?"
"Sure, thanks. Hey, can I come up front and check out the controls?"
"No problem, just don't touch anything, okay?"
"I won't do that," Gohan said, as he slipped into the passenger seat. "Wooh, there are a lot of buttons up here. What do they all do?" he asked.
The pilot then turned to Gohan to tell him which group of buttons, switches, and dials did and showed what. "Jeeze kid, why do wear those weird pupil-less contacts? I mean, it makes you looks sinister, you should have gotten the clear ones."
*Oh damn, I forgot about my eyes. I need to make up a good excuse why my eyes are all weird, someone (probably Videl) is going to ask about them and I am no good at making up excuses* "Oh, I um.... *think Gohan!* volunteered to try out this new eye drop treatment for a little extra money for Mom. Only bad part is, it turns your eyes funny colors, but I sure can see better now!" Gohan told Kevin, crossing his fingers that the older man would buy his lame excuse, he needed to see if it would work on his classmates.
"Wow kid that is really nice of you, going through that so your mom can have a bit of extra money," Gohan sighed in relief as Kevin went on, "gee... I would never do something like that for my mom, she just put up with me to keep Dad from leaving her."
"Oh, well, Mom can be scary at times, but Dad, Goten, and I are strong enough to keep up with her violent tendencies."
"Hey kid?" Kevin pondered a bit about whether it would be rude to ask what he was about to, but in the end, he did anyway, "I saw what must have been your little brother... isn't his name Goten?" After receiving a nod from Gohan, he continued, "he looks a lot like that martial artist guy..."
He was then interrupted by Gohan, "yep, he looks just like my dad Goku doesn't he?"
"WHAT?" Kevin said as he turned around to stare at Gohan, jerking the steering of the copter to the right as he did so, sending Gohan, who was not buckled, to slam into the other side of the cockpit. "No kidding? Your dad is THE SON GOKU?!?"
"Gee... I didn't know Dad was that famous...." *Note to self: do not mention Dad at school*
"Well, he got to the finals and almost won against a experienced champion when he was only TWELVE!"
"Oh yea, Dad never talks much about that though. But I have heard him say something once or twice about it."
"Gee kid, I kinda feel bad for you though. The Great Hercule has said a lot of bad things about your father: about his 'tricks'." Kevin was again interrupted by Gohan, as he growled various obscenities under his breath and begin to glow with Ki released in his anger. Kevin shook the glowing Gohan off as having too much beer last night at that party and tried to calm him down, he was obviously fuming and about ready to blow his cool (A/N: and Gohan, being a Saiyan, might just blow a few more things than his cool ^.~).
"Hey kid! There is the school down there! Hey and don't worry about the Hercule thing, I have always thought your dad was a much cooler fighter. Man, when I was a kid, we all thought Goku was the greatest fighter in the whole universe," Kevin told the irate teenager as he came in to land on the lawn of Orange Star High.
*Heh, if you only knew how right you are, Kevin.* Gohan thought as he hopped out of the helicopter onto the dewy grass where quite a few loitering teenagers looked up to see who, besides Videl, owned a helicopter. "Thanks again Kevin! See ya after school!" Gohan called out as Kevin took to the skies again, on his way back to Capsule Corps.
"Woohoo, Gohan!" Erasa called to Gohan from her resting spot on the grass to the apprehensive Gohan. "Since when did you take a helicopter to school?"
"Since today I guess. Mom thought it would be a good idea if I flew in a helicopter instead of the usual way I get to school *which is not so usual*"
"And a Capsule Corps helicopter wow!" Erasa went on and on about how cool that was but all Gohan heard was "blah, blah, blah, blah, *giggle*, blah, blah, blah." See, Gohan had just discovered that Erasa had a very nice butt, and he was staring over her shoulder at it the entire time she was discussing the pros and cons of helicopters.
Gohan managed to snap out of it long enough to hear: "oh and here comes Videl. I think she wants to talk to you, Gohan."
Before poor Gohan could object, Videl grabbed his arm and shoved him into the deserted bike rack.
"I have three questions. Number one: why did you fly to school in a Capsule Corps helicopter. Number two: Why are your eyes that freaky green color. And number three: WHY WERE YOU PERVING AT THE SIGHT OF MY BEST FRIEND'S BUTT!?" Videl demanded of Gohan, while poking his chest in a very pushy manner.
"Uh... I was?" Gohan managed to reply. *Geez. Videl is scarier than Mom, even if she does not use IT on me*
"YES! You were! Nobody looks at my friends like that without either their permission or MINE!" Unfortunately, Gohan did not even hear the rest of Videl's ravings. He had gone into his 'perving trance' again. Except this time, the objects of his attentions where Videl's chest. He did not have very long to admire them however, because Videl soon noticed that he was not looking where he was supposed to be looking. Instead of yelling at him like the previous time, Videl decided that punching Gohan in the face was the perfect way to get him to stop being, uh, 'distracted.'
"OW! God, what is your face made out of, bricks?"
"Huh? Oh Videl! Are you ok?" Gohan snapped out of his stupor to kneel next to the distressed girl, who was rolling around on the dusty cement clutching her bruised hand. Videl then realized that she had an audience, and she never showed weakness in front of an audience. She stood up unsteadily, and addressed the concerned boy before her.
"Yea," she winced between teeth clenched in pain, "it's not broken or anything." Shaking her hand out, she put it on her hip and continued to badger the embarrassed Gohan.
"But you still haven't answered my questions!"
"Oh yea, those questions. My usual mode of transportation was uh.... unavailable so Mom called up someone she knew at Capsule Corps."
"Gawd, they must have been pretty high in the food chain though, to let you ride to school in their helicopters!"
"Yea, I... uh.... guess you could say that." Gohan supposed.
"But what about your eyes? Last time I checked they where black, which is unusual in itself, but now they are a pupil-less aquamarine. You should take out those contacts you know, the teachers may 'dress code' you for them"
"Well, you see, we were a little short on money and Mom and I thought it was a good idea if I tried out this experimental eye drops that supposedly improve your vision. And you see, they didn't work too well, now I am stuck with weird eyes for a month."
"Gohan?" Videl questioned after he was done explaining.
"Uh... yes Videl?" He timidly relpied.
"I don't buy that B.S. at all." Gohan's smile quickly faded *damn, she didn't buy it! What am I gonna do now? I cannot avoid her forever!* Before he could offer her another explanation, the first bell rang, a signal that made the students hanging out in front of the school moan in their last minutes of freedom.
"Uh, gee! Isn't that the bell? Well, I must be getting to Math Analysis now. Nice talking to you Videl!" Gohan sighed as he made his hasty escape across the lush grass and up the steps to the front door. *Saved by the bell!*
Videl also sighed from her place amidst the various colored bicycles. She was thoroughly frustrated that she did not have the time to ferret out Gohan's secrets before the bell suspended her probing.
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Dun dun dun! Will Videl find out Gohan's secrets? Will Gohan stop being a pervert? You'll have to wait until the next chapter of 'Raging Hormones' to find out!
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Wow, that was my longest chapter yet! I am so proud of myself *pats self on back* well, I guess I owed it to you after making you wait so long for this. It has been almost three weeks now, huh? *sweatdrop*
Well, next chapter is going to be a thriller, Gohan goes to gym class! And no, they are not playing baseball or having Yamcha as a substitute. I guess you guys are just going to have to wait until the next chapter! Hey, if anyone can guess what they are going to be playing, I will type up the next chapter MUCH sooner than I usually do, and I will mention that very smart person in the next chapter too! Oh, and if anyone can guess what the other plot twist I am planning next is (it involves the helicopter *wink wink*) I will do the same!
See ya later!
~Eleuthera ^.~
A/N: Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster you get another chapter. Oh, and ff.net had been showing up really weird on my browser (Explorer 6.0) for a day or two. Has that happened to anyone else by any chance?
Math lesson:
read + review = new chapter!