Disclaimer-I hate stupid people. That's why there's disclaimers in stories. They're not for us; they're for stupid people. And if there weren't any stupid people, you wouldn't see any disclaimers. But, for the stupid people out there, I don't own DBZ. (This is a variation of a Bill Engvall skit)

First Day of School

"Good morning," their teacher, Mrs. Cresol, announced.

A jumble of "good mornings" responded from the students as they took their seats, which weren't assigned and were made like middle-school desks.

"I'm Mrs. Cresol, as you can see from the name on the door," she said. "I know that most of you know each other from last year, but, we have two people who are first-timers here. Will you please come down, Gohan Son and Videl Satan?"

A few people cheered as Videl walked down the aisle. Gohan kept his eyes on her face. He'd learned outside that Videl was Hercule's daughter, and he wanted to see how much she was like her father. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle 4 things: a rainy day, lost luggage, tangled Christmas lights, and applause.

Videl swept the room with a glare, but kept her stride to the front of the class. She was already making points with Gohan. (Not that way, sickos!)

"Tell us a little about yourselves," Mrs. Cresol said. "Videl, why don't you go first?"

"Fine." Videl looked to the class. "My name's Videl Marie Satan. As you well know, I'm Hercule's daughter."

Applause started, but Videl silenced it with a glare. "I live on Satan St. with my father and our servants. I like fighting and hanging out with my best friend, Erasa, and I hate reporters and phony publicity seekers."

"Very good, Videl," Mrs. Cresol said. "Does anyone have any questions they want to ask her?"

"Yeah, are you free Friday night?" Sharpner shouted from the back, then burst into loud guffaws.

"That's another thing I hate," Videl said. "Boys who don't take a girl and her wishes seriously and only like her because her father is famous."

"Sharper, please control yourself," Mrs. Cresol said. "She's a student, not a Gaesha."

This teacher was earning points with Videl.

"Videl, you can sit back down. Gohan, you're up."

Gohan took center stage as Videl sat down. "My name is Gohan Son, no middle name. My father's name is Goku and my mother's is Chichi. I live in the 439 Mountain Area with my mother and soon-to-be baby brother. I like fighting, reading, and hanging out with my best friend, Dende. I hate one thing…Hercule."

Everyone gasped at this, but Gohan refused to deny it. "I don't buy that bull about him defeating Cell," he announced. "Basically, I think he's a lying, dirty, egotistical fraud… no offense to Videl." He moved his gaze to her. The look she gave him was of anger at first, but then softened into grudging approval. "I won't change my mind about Hercule, so don't ask me about it, okay?"

Mrs. Cresol blinked at this revelation, but went on. "Does anybody have any questions for Gohan?"

Someone started. "Isn't Chichi the daughter of the Ox-King, the one who terrorized the countryside to keep thieves away from his gold?"

"Trust me, Grandpa gave that up when my mother was still young."

"Interesting," Mrs. Cresol said. "Anyone else?"

"Me." It came from none other than Videl. "Isn't Goku that guy who did really well in the WMATs?"

"Yeah. He came in second the first time he competed, when he was 12, and he won a couple of them afterwards."

"Why do you only live with your mother?" someone asked. "Are your parents divorced?"

Gohan fell silent for a minute, then answered. "My father…died earlier this year, just after my brother was conceived."

Everyone who had not heard him say it outside gasped at this, this time more of sympathy than astonishment.

"You can sit down, Gohan," Mrs. Cresol said, and Gohan wasted no time getting back to his seat.

"Now, class, we'll start with…" Mrs. Cresol started the lesson, which Gohan only half-listened to. Chichi had already tutored him in this long ago. Under the disguise of taking notes, he doodled on his notepaper.

Grinning evilly, he let his Saiyan side come out again as he drew himself blowing off Hercule's head.

Snapping out of his fantasies, he realized that the first period bell was ringing. Hastily he picked up his books and ran out into the hallway, looking at his schedule. Hs next class was in room B52.

Well? Like it? It's a little uneventful, but never fear, that's why I write more chapters!

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