Author's Note: FINALLY! I'm back with an update for this fic! I know it took forever, but I'm really sorry! School has been horrible, as well as writer's block, and both had been hindrances in updating this fanfic! My apologies to everyone! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and I would like to thank everyone in the DBZ Authors' Headquarters (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dbzahq) for their help and support. =P
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In the Eyes of a Child
Chapter Twelve: A Bad Day for the Ouji


"B-but mom! S-she can't g-go to s-school!"

Those were Gohan's last words before he was smacked by IT --- which was burning red-hot --- on that historic Monday morning in the lives of the saiyajins. Historic in the sense that the saiyajins who were all oh-so-full-of-pride were to work as slaves for some female human suffering from regression.

However, all the other saiyajins didn't seem to mind that task, because they were immediately hyped up when they found out that their master was going to school, and it was their chance to drop by Gohan's school --- and perhaps, wreck havoc.

Well... except the Saiyajin no Ouji, who was even grumpier than ever. He certainly did not like the idea that the Prince of such an almighty race would succumb to the bidding of some weakling. Vegeta had no choice, however, because Bulma was armed and ready to use IT on him if the need arises. So he simply obeyed both women even if it was totally against his will.

But the presence of the saiyajins feared Gohan greatly, because they had the power to cause trouble and wreck his reputation in the process. School was most certainly not the place for aliens like Goku and Vegeta to hang out, and not most especially for the prank gods Trunks and Goten. Add a mind-ruined Videl to the unique crowd, and there was only one possible outcome.

Boom! Orange Star High School, gone.

As the image of his school exploding into tiny bits and pieces thanks to bright beams of light flashed in his mind, Gohan slapped himself hard on the forehead and groaned. The more he groaned when Goten and Trunks passed by him and waved wildly in their hyperactiveness and desire to use their time to the fullest in the art of prank-making.

"They're the ones who are supposed to suffer, not me," Gohan grumbled with gritted teeth as he walked towards his classroom. "But it looks like it's now the other way around."

He stopped as he arrived at his classroom, and a yellow piece of paper neatly taped on the door caught his attention. He took the paper and his eyes narrowed as he read what was written on it. "Oh great. Just great, just great. Interns are going to take over our classes for the whole week. Just my luck," he mumbled in exasperation as he threw the paper away and blasted it without even averting his angered eyes from the classroom door.

"So much for luck," he finished as he trudged towards his locker, took his books, and then headed for the auditorium, where the Principal was to give a short talk about the intern teachers.

The future for him didn't just look bleak; it looked like he had no future at all.

Gohan pushed the door of the auditorium open to find no one. It made him look at his watch, and the more his curiousity grew when he realized that it was almost time for class to begin. Or the orientation, for that matter. He wanted to simply sit down and wait for the discussion to begin, but the warning bell at the back of his head was ringing wildly in a desperate attempt to warn him.

He turned around to leave the place, but before he could take a step forward, a horde of girls scrambled in the auditorium and towards him. At that very moment, Gohan panicked, but everything happened so fast that he didn't realize that trouble had befallen on him. He was now in the center of the chaotic nebula, being squeezed to death and smooched with kisses by all the girls.

And he had no idea why.

"What's going on here?!" he managed to ask in the midst of the commotion, trying to peel off a girl who was clinging fiercely on his arm. To his surprise, however, the girls chorused, "WE LOVE YOU, GOHAN! YOU BEAT CELL! WE LOVE YOU!"

He was petrified. He had totally forgotten that his battle with Mr. Satan --- where the latter revealed that it was the teenage boy who defeated the monster, Cell --- was broadcasted all over their place, revealing the secret he had attempted to keep for so long to billions of people.

I am SO dead, Gohan thought as he struggled to break free from the girls who were now crazy about him, but to no avail. He looked around, obviously very desperate. He wanted to get out of the mess he was now in badly, but he didn't know how. He wanted to just sit down and have the silence to comfort him, but he didn't know how.

His mind listed a couple of possible things he could do, but they were an unapplicable. He could not transform and knock the girls out --- Chichi was definitely going to kill him. He could not throw the girls away, for they might slam against the wall and get hurt --- and Chichi would definitely kill him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, Gohan thought as he scanned the area for the last time for a way out, but still found nothing. He then shut his eyes, sending a silent prayer to Dende as he did so --- praying not to let the prank gods or Vegeta see what he was going to do (or what would happen next), to save himself from total embarassment.

When the prayer finished, he let himself fall limply to the ground, as if he fainted.

His plan worked, although his sensitive ears was hurt in the process as majority of the crowd screamed and shrieked in panic. A few, however, were composed enough to catch him and carry him to the back of the auditorium, to wake him up. Luckily for Gohan, Sharpner and Erasa came in that very moment, and they shooed everyone else away to take care of their friend.

As the girls walked away, Gohan fluttered his eyes open and when he was sure that he was safe, he sat up to face his rescuers.

"Nice trick, dude," Sharpner commented with a chuckle. "Although that trick will only work once. You can't go around fainting all the time, can you? Well, Gohan, you should get used to the fact that girls will be hot on your tail from now on. You're famous now."

Gohan glared at him for a few moments, as the thought that Videl's condition was due to Sharpner's recklessness crept up to his mind, but then he pushed it away. It was not the time to get mad, not yet, because the day ahead was still long, and a gazillion bad things were still bound to happen.

A shiver ran down his spine as the girls in Orange Star High School looked at him with much interest. With nervous eyes, he leaned back against his chair and asked, "What's taking our Principal so long? I want to get out of this place, away from those girls who are looking at me as if they want to strip off my clothes!"

Erasa looked around before she turned back to Gohan, shrugged and said, "I have no idea. But a more important question is, where's Videl? Spring break's over and she's supposed to be here."

Before Sharpner or Gohan could say anything in response, the auditorium door flew wide open, making everyone turn their eyes to the newcomers at the loud thump the huge door made. Two little boys dressed in black --- except for their undershirts --- strode in the room with guns in their hands.

Toy guns in their hands.

They both wore sunglasses and they posed as if they were the most superior beings in the universe. At the sight of them, Gohan rolled his eyes. What are these two up to?! he thought wildly as he observed every move the so-called prank gods made, and when the two grinned in his direction, he grimaced even more. He didn't want the two to cause trouble so he immediately bolted up and ordered, "Trunks, Goten, go home. This isn't the place for you."

The older of the two kids folded his arms in front of his chest and snorted in a Vegeta-ish manner. "You have no right to give us orders, mister, because you're not our master. Our master told us to prepare for her arrival in this blasted place, and we want to make sure that she will arrive here safely."

"They sure are strange bodyguards," Erasa commented as she looked at Sharpner, who nodded in agreement. She then turned to Gohan and said, "Just let them do what they want, Gohan. I mean, you know them, right? So you should know that they're just adorable and harmless little boys! Just let them be --- they're just kids, after all."

They're NOT just kids, Gohan wanted to say out loud, but he found himself unable to. Instead, he just ignored Erasa and sat back down on his chair as he prepared for the arrival of the pampered princess. They're two VERY dangerous demi-saiyajins who can blast the world into a gazillion pieces if they simply want to do so.

Finally, the most awaited person of the crowd came. Orange Star High School's Principal, Mr. Eraishi Fuan. He was a short, skinny man who was around his forties --- whether he or Vegeta was taller, Gohan could not tell. Folders and papers were piled up in his arms as he walked towards the platform and began his speech.

"Spring break's over, so welcome back, students!" he began in his rather creaky voice. "Your classes this week, however, will be slightly different from your usual, because we have guests! They are interns and they are here to do some hands-on work on teaching! So let us welcome them with a round of applause!"

As the students applauded --- in a rather forced and uninterested manner --- eight humans entered the auditorium and walked towards the platform, apparently nervous and anxious at what was going to happen. At that, Mr. Fuan introduced them to the students one by one.

After sometime, the students trudged back to their respective classrooms with weary expressions. However, Videl was still nowhere in sight, just her bodyguards who were still holding their guns with threatening faces.

Mr. Fuan didn't seem to mind them, however, because it was as if he knew what exactly was going on. In fact, he even told the boys, "Keep an eye on Gohan, we don't want the kid who defeated Cell to get in trouble and stain his name."

However, the moment the Principal turned around, huge grins filled with evil occupied the two boys' faces. They were going to keep an eye on Gohan, but they were not going to keep him out of trouble. They were going to get him into trouble, and they were going to stain his name.

At that, the chibis burst into villain-like laughter.

The thin young woman who stood before Gohan's class to teach them all about Mathematics cleared her throat before she began her introduction. Apparently, she was nervous. With a shy smile, she said, "Um... hello, everyone. I'm... Miyako Izuru, your teacher this week for Math. Just call me Miss Izuru. I will be teaching you the basics of Trigonometry, as well as Logarithms for the entire week. So I hope you'll bear with me because many find these lessons terrying."

Trigonometry basics? Logarithms? Isn't there a lesson in Math that's worth paying attention to?! Gohan thought rather exasperately, as he closed their book in Mathematics. He had learned so much in the past years he had been homeschooled that there was no need for him to listen to whatever was discussed by the teacher, whether she was the plump Mrs. Hanaya, or Ms. Izuru, the new teacher.

The door flew open in the midst of her introduction, however, and all eyes turned towards the doorway to once again see the boys in black. This time, however, two older men stood behind them, and Gohan knew that he was in for so much trouble.

"Hi Gohan!" Goku waved as they entered the room, his eyes darting around inquisitively.

Gohan picked up his extra-thick Mathematics book, opened it right in the middle, and covered his face with it as he murmured, "Tousan, please!"

That comment made Erasa and Sharpner turn to him, full of questions. Before they could voice out their thoughts, an all-too-familiar voice and yet in a very unfamiliar tone greeted their eyes with, "Sorry I'm late! My bodyguards got lost, so I got lost as well!"

Their jaws dropped. "VIDEL?!"

The raven-haired girl jumped up and down and waved her arms widely as she exclaimed, "HI! HI! HI! HEY EVERYONE! I LOVED SPRING BREAK!"

"So the rumor's true, then. Videl is indeed suffering from regression," a boy who sat in the back part of the classroom said. The others nodded in reply, while the girls broke into their own private conversations. With kid Videl as the topic, of course.

When the class finally quieted down, Ms. Izuru began her discussion. Half of the class was listening; half of the class wasn't. Included in the list of those weren't listening were Gohan, Sharpner, Erasa, Videl and the four saiyajins.

Sharpner and Erasa were too busy interrogating Gohan, with who was who, what indeed happened, and everything else. Videl was too busy exchanging jokes with Goku, while Trunks and Goten were busy plotting on how to ruin Gohan's reputation. The Saiyajin no Ouji, on the other hand, was plainly grumbling about how improper it was for the Prince of a race of warriors to serve a weakling.

"DAMNIT! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, UP AND ABOUT READY TO FULFILL THE COMMAND OF THAT BLASTED MATE OF BAKA KAKKAROT'S SPAWN!" Vegeta screamed in anger as he bolted up from his seat and was at the verge of transforming, sparks of electricity flying from his body.

The teacher, however, only looked up from her book and said in her usual calm tone, "Vegeta, take your seat."

The saiyajin fumed even more, ignoring Kakkarot who was waving his hands wildly in front of the his face, telling him to cool down. "WHO ARE YOU TO ORDER ME AROUND, WEAKLING?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GO AROUND TELLING ME WHAT TO DO AND BARK AT ME LIKE I'M SOME BLASTED SERVANT! I AM VEGETA, PRINCE OF THE SAIYAJINS, AND---"

"You will stand in the hall for the rest of the period," Ms. Izuru finished.

Vegeta's eyes flew wide open at that, and without thought, he flew towards the skinny young woman and took her by the collar of her uniform. Glaring daggers at her, he growled, "You will not order me around!"

"Out," Miyako ordered, her eyes meeting Vegeta's without fear.

"Do you want to die---"

She hardened her gaze. "Detention."

"Oh no you're not," Vegeta countered as he glared at her even more. "I will---"

"Suspension."

His hair turned bright yellow and his eyes turned green, and then, he began in anger, "Do I have to---"

"Do I have to make things hard for you, Vegeta? To stand in the hallway is a very easy thing to do, but no, you want to make it hard. I offered you detention, but you refused it. I offered you suspension instead, but you still refused it. What do you want, expulsion?"

Vegeta paled as his mate's words pounded in his head that very moment. Bulma told him earlier that if he was going to screw up his week as Videl's slave, then she would make him suffer even more than he was supposed to.

It meant no food, no Gravity Room, no food, no food, no food.

"I'll stand in the hall," the Ouji muttered in a barely audible voice as he powered down, put the teacher back on her feet, and walked away, grumbling about women and how the new generation was meant to doom all men.

Miyako, on the other hand, just straightened her clothes and resumed teaching the lesson at hand as if nothing happened.

The teenager who beat Cell, however, had a very bad feeling about it.