A/N: Hi all! I had quite a bit of trouble coming up with this chapter, that tickling feeling of a new idea wouldn't go away, but it wasn't coming to my conscious brain either ^_^;
DISCLAIMER: No, no, no, no, no, no, and um… no, I don't own pretty much anything other than the plot.
Miscellaneous Person yells "My Boyfriend's Back!!" Really? "And I'm…"
Chapter 15: Born To Be …
Videl pulled the back of her hand across her brow. She hadn't been sweaty like this for a while. Since when did Mr. Shinara decide a ten-on-one match would be a fair one. Those poor students didn't even stand a chance. she thought as she glanced one last time over her shoulder to see the unfortunate classmates who were her stress-relief.
Smiling ever-so-slightly, she reached the door and turned the handle, thinking about little more than getting to the change-rooms so she could get out of her sweaty clothes.
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Gohan froze, the deer-in-the-headlights feeling was back with a vengeance. What if it was his class? What if it was his teacher? What if it was … gulp … Videl??? Fortunately for the young demi-saiyan (so he thought), his reflexes being so fast, the micro-second he was caught in indecision really was just that. He ran so quickly he almost phased.
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CRASH
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Videl's attention was immediately whipped away from the change room (and lunch). What on earth had caused that racket!? It had almost seemed like the floor had shaken. What could have caused it. Looking around, her eyes came across a form lying motionless on the ground. A figure standing above it, holding a black… frying pan?
Videl blinked. What on earth was going on here?
Jogging over to investigate, she quickly appraised the situation, her years of helping the police taking over. The figure appeared to be young, most likely a student at Orange Star, male, wearing what appeared to be some sort of spandexy black one-piece, awful looking belt around his slim waist. He had muscles in places most people didn't have places. All in all, he was quite studly WAIT A MINUTE…Satan Videl, you did NOT just think the word studly. Especially about a guy! Son Gohan I'll get you for this! Even though Gohan probably didn't have anything to do with this incident as far as she knew, he was the one to blame for her thinking all these … shudder … girly things. She hadn't ever thought about guys like that before, they were just idiots to be avoided.
Taking a few moments to reign herself in, she knelt down beside the form, ready to render any assistance necessary. A quick check confirmed that he was still breathing. Not really paying any attention to his face at the moment, focusing more on the girl who was still standing above her, looking with a rather surprised expression at the frying pan she held in her hands. It was slightly dented.
The Home Economics Teacher, having heard the crash came up behind her student, she was responsible for what happened in her class after all (and she was curious to boot!). She also took a cursory glance at the boy on the floor, the school heroine, and her student, who was still staring at the slightly-dented frying pan.
Having a slight lapse in sanity (as high school teachers are prone to do), she laughed to herself and commented, "Those new frying pans Capsule Corp is putting out definitely live up to their claims of being sturdy."
Videl and the student both stared up at their teacher, and sweatdropped. As did the students who were currently jamming in the doorway trying to get in on the latest gossip (for that is what usually occurred after any sort of interesting event), like why Videl was kneeling next to a boy. A rather well-built, handsome boy.
*Cough*
"Well there's nothing more to see here." The Home Ec. teacher stated, quickly shooing her students back into the class, slamming the door.
Videl sweatdropped. Where did they get these teachers from? Mars? Turning her attention to the still-unconscious boy, she fell abruptly onto her behind.
"Gohan…" she whispered, not quite sure if she could believe her eyes.
"Hmm, it is Son." A voice came from behind her.
Although she would never admit it, her non-physical body jumped about ten feet. She managed to control her physical body, mostly. Leaping to her feet she jumped back and went into her fighting stance, only to drop her arms as she found herself looking at Mr. Shinara, and her classmates, who were by now looking much better than they were before.
Crouching down, Mr. Shinara lightly shook the teen. This having no effect, he tried yelling "Son! Get up immediately!" When that technique also failed, he sighed and looked over at Videl.
"I guess we'll have to go see Mrs. White." The hallway was empty in record time. Even Gohan would've been hard-put to see them running to the locker rooms.
It looked like Videl would get stuck helping Mr. Shinara drag Gohan down to the nurse's office.
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Five minutes, and several more gallons of sweat later, How is it possible for such a skinny guy to weigh so much? they arrived at the nurse's office.
Knocking on the door, they waited for Mrs. White to come out.
After waiting for a couple minutes, they decided to just open the door. The hinges creaked as the door swung open, revealing a well-kept office with a small white cot off to one side.
Videl and Mr. Shinara exchanged glances, and silently acknowledged the fact that there wasn't really any way they were going to be able to hoist the youth onto the cot. Settling for getting him as close to the cot as they could, Mr. Shinara went over to the filing cabinet, which held all the students health records and parents instructions.
Parental instructions usually consisted of phone numbers to call, or in cases of students who had things such as asthma, instructions on what hospital or doctor to call. Every parent was required to fill one out when their children started at Orange Star.
~*Flashback*~
Chichi and Bulma sat at the Son's kitchen table, glancing over all the forms Orange Star had sent to them to fill out.
"Bulma, look at this." Chichi said, holding up a white sheet of paper with a note attached saying the parents/guardians of the student should provide the school with health information, emergency contacts (with location), and any additional information they think the school could need. "It looks like we have to give them all Gohan's health information.
"Well, you should probably put my private number down there, just in case. Goodness knows what would happen if they were to send him to a normal hospital."
Chichi smiled, and then started to laugh. "Heck, we could send them to Piccolo" she chuckled "even he'd be better than some of those doctors."
"Or Dende."
This conversation went on quite a while, with Chichi writing it down on a piece of paper, just because it would be something to keep in her closet, to give her a good laugh later.
The girls giggled for well over a half hour as they filled out a fake sheet.
Chichi finally folded up the sheet and grabbed another piece of paper. Filling this sheet out correctly, she folded it and was about to put all the forms in an envelope when a living tornado hit the kitchen.
The tornado, better known as Trunks and Goten, had recently tired of playing games and had decided it was time for lunch.
Papers went flying everywhere. Chichi and Bulma madly rushed around the room trying to catch them all. Taking a quick peek at the top of the papers to make sure they had them all, Chichi stuffed them in the return envelope, scolded the young children, and thought nothing more about the envelope, other than she should mail it the following morning.
~*End Flashback*~
Mr. Shinara pulled Gohan's file out of the cabinet, and almost dropped the paper. There must be at least 15 things on the paper. And who on earth were Piccolo, Dende … the list just went on.
Shrugging, he went over to the desk, to try to call the only phone number on the page, one with Son Chichi written beside it…
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A/N: *Whew* Do you like my idea? Or do you think it's not good? Now that I've typed it up, it doesn't sound as good as it did in my head…
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