A/N - I'm not sure exactly how old Gohan was when Majin Buu was defeated, so I've taken the liberty of setting it myself. Let's assume, for the sake of the story, that he was fifteen, and a freshman at Orange Star, maybe in the third quarter (before Easter). This is the best age that will allow my characters to not be too old by the time the action starts.

Chapter One - A New Student

A few weeks after the defeat of Majin Buu, life is returning to normal. As seen by Gohan.

Gohan was flying through the air in his Sayaman costume. His cape fluttered in the air as it rushed past him. It had once bothered him, but he had since gotten used to it. He was flying above the clouds, so there was nothing to see. Nothing around him. He was all alone.

The only thing Gohan could hear was the air and his cape. Then, he came to a complete stop. The air and his cape stopped. Everything was silent, except for Gohan's breathing. It was the only sound he heard. He floated there for a minute, just thinking.

He thought of the events that had taken place only a few weeks before. He had put it out of his mind until now. He wasn't ready to think. But now, he knew that he was ready. It all came flooding back: The World Martial Arts Tournament, Spopovich, Bobbity, Debora, Majin Buu, the sword, Old Kai, sleeping powers, fighting, absorption, death, life, and finally, Buu's defeat. It was all scrambled in his head. All these thoughts floating around, waiting for him to make sense of them.

He descended to the ground, only half way to his school. He pressed a button on his watch, and the costume disappeared. He opened his bookbag, and took out a journal notebook. It was empty, and the cover was plain. He had saved it for just then.

He pulled out a pen, and opened the notebook. In the middle of the first page, he wrote his full name, the date, and the time. He turned the page, and began to write.

He wrote anything and everything that came to mind. The words just kept coming. He wrote about his feelings on everything. It only took a day or two, but there was so much that had gone on, and even more in his head.

When he finally had nothing more to write, he signed it, put the time, and closed the book. He knew that if he ever had any more thoughts on it, he would write it in the book.

When he looked at the book, he felt relieved. In a way, he felt that his feelings had gone from his mind, through his hand, to the pen, and then onto the pages. His mind was clear.

The book, however, was far from clear. His writing had taken up almost half of the journal. His writing had taken a little over an hour.

With his mind free from the recent event, he looked at his watch. It was only five minutes until school had started. His once-clear mind filled with panic. He had never been late to school before.

He pushed a button on his watch, and he was again wearing the costume. He didn't bother to fly above the clouds this time. He just took off, and flew faster than he had ever done in his life.

Not that it was difficult. He had just never had the need to fly so fast. It took him only two minutes to reach the school. He landed of the roof, checked to see that nobody was there, and pressed the button to remove the costume. He ran down the steps and ran to his locker. He took out the books that he didn't need and replaced them with those that he did. He ran through the hallways to his first class, and was sitting down in his seat, just as the bell was ringing.

He sat near the back of his first class, History, and the only empty seats in the class were next to him and behind him. It was only then that Gohan realized that there was somebody standing in front of the class that he didn't recognize. He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. The boy was looking around the classroom nervously.

Gohan had an idea of what that was like. It seemed so long ago, and yet it was only a few months, that he himself was the new kid. He closed his eyes and remembered.

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Gohan nervously entered the classroom, before school had begun. All the kids were talking amongst themselves. Gohan fidgeted.

He spotted the teacher, sitting at her desk. He approached her, and introduced himself. "I'm Gohan. I'm a new student, and I believe that I am supposed to be in your class."

The teacher looked down at some papers that she had. "Yes, you are. Please wait a moment, and I will introduce you to the class."

The bell rang, and the students quieted down. "Class," the teacher said, "this is Gohan. He's a new student here at Orange Star High School. I trust you will all make him feel welcome here."

She turned to him. "Gohan, why don't you sit next to Erasa?"

Gohan had no idea who that was, of course. "Erasa, will you please raise your hand?" the teacher asked.

A blonde girl raised her hand. Gohan went to sit next to her. She smiled at him, seeming nice enough.

The scene began to change. Gohan though that his strange reflection was over, but it wasn't. The new student was sitting next to him, and there was a girl at the front of the classroom. She had brown hair, and green eyes. She, like Gohan and the kid next to him, looked nervous.

The bell rang, and the class became silent. "Class, I would like to introduce a new student. This is Panphila, and she is new to the area." It was a different teacher, different than the one he had during the first semester, but instead it was the teacher he currently had. The class, however was made up of different students. Another major difference was that the new boy was sitting comfortably, as though he belonged, not as if he was new.

The girl looked a little paler, as though she didn't like being the center of attention. "Panphila, would you please take a seat behind Gohan?"

The girl looked around at the class. Gohan knew the feeling, and he raised his hand, without needing to be asked. The girl smiled slightly, and walked to the desk behind him. She sat down, and looked forward, waiting for the class to begin.

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Gohan was brought back to the present by the sound of his teacher's voice. It was the same one Gohan had just seen introduce the girl. "Class, I would like to introduce a new student. This is Brentyn, and he is new to the area." Gohan felt like he was having a déjà vu, only there was a different name.

Brentyn, however, didn't look paler. He stood there, nervous, but not entirely willing to show it. "Brentyn, would you please take a seat beside Gohan?"

Gohan didn't need any prompting. He didn't give the new boy a chance to look at the class, wondering which one he was. He simply raised his hand. Brentyn smiled slightly, and walked to the desk next to him. As Brentyn sat down, Gohan prayed that he would actually get to finish class. He had, after all, just witnessed the introduction of three students in a row.

He was in luck. The teacher began to talk about pre-World War II imperialism. Boring as it was, Gohan was glad that it was actually class.

A/N - How was that? Not bad, I hope. Review, and tell me what you think. I'm thinking that the beginning half of this fic will be more focused on DBZ, and the second half will be more focused on SM, but I'm not sure yet. Not that the first half won't have any SM in it, or the second half have no DBZ. There will be some mixing, it will just be a little subtle, until you start to figure things out.