A/N: Thank you so much to all who reviewed. I really appreciate it. Well here we are with chp. 2. This chapter may end up being much longer than the first. If it goes over 2 thousand words than I'll split it into two chapters. And I hate to disappoint you but I'm don't think this is gonna be a 'sappy' romance although I don't really know what a sappy romance is. I told you I was gonna try real hard to be unique. You people have no idea what I have in store for you. By the way it may change point of views a few times.
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Maybe Some Other Time Chapter 3 Saiyan Morning
Stupid alarm. Stupid stupid alarm. It was making that horrible buzzing sound. He hated his alarm. He couldn't have it set to play music because then he would just lay there listening to it. The only way he would get up was with that horrible buzzing sound.
He was already beginning to dread going to school if he was gonna have to get up this early every day. Being home schooled, he could get up anytime he wanted as long as he finished his work.
Worse yet, it was a Wednesday. Could there be a worse day to be the new kid? He didn't think so.
He opened one eye and looked at the clock. Yep, 7 o'clock. And the awful truth was that he really did need to get up. He reached a hand out from under the covers and very gently touched the off button. Any more pressure and he would have crushed it. He'd done that a number off times.
He got out of bed and began to walk toward the bathroom and nearly tripped over his guitar in the process. He did that nearly every morning. He should have figured out by now to avoid the guitar or maybe give the guitar a new resting place. But no, it was trip-and-nearly-break-your-expensive-guitar every morning.
After he got his balance back, he picked up his guitar and leaned it back against the wall.
He walked into his bathroom, closed the door, and slipped off his boxers. He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He didn't bother moving out off the way because the cold water would help wake him up.
***fast forward 15 minutes****
He stood there in front of the foot of his bed, a towel wrapped around his waste and his arms crossed as he frowned at the uniform laid out on his bed.
He had the white button up shirt with the orange vest on top with the red pants in front of it.
It was so dorky. It was atrocious, what school would have such horrible uniforms? It shouldn't be legal.
Well at least all the other kids would be wearing it too, so he shouldn't look any dorkier than the rest off them.(I always thought it was weird that he was the only one with a uniform)
He sighed and put it on. At least it fits. He turned and looked at himself in his standing mirror. Actually wearing it didn't make it any less dorkier. He reminded himself again that he wasn't the only one wearing it.
He left his room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. He was surprised to find Goten and his dad sitting at the table while his mother was busy fixing a breakfast fit for three saiyans.
Goten appeared to be half asleep in his chair as he yawned. His mom had probably made them both get up to 'see him off'.
"Good morning Gohan." His father said with a slight wave.
Chichi turned around and clasped her hands together on her cheek as her eyes got really big.
"Oh look at my handsome young man in his uniform!" Chichi squealed.
She ran over to him, straightened his vest and panted a big kiss on his cheek.
"My goodness you look so handsome in you uniform."
"He looks like a candy cane." Goten said.
Chichi shot a glare over her shoulder and said, "NO. HE. DOESN'T. HE. LOOKS. HANDSOME."
"Well thanks, but what are you all doing? I figured you would all be asleep right now."
"Mommy made us get up."
Chichi shot him a glare.
"I mean, we wanted to be able so say goodbye when you left for school."
"Thanks, I guess."
"You go ahead and take your seat and I'll bring you your breakfast."
Gohan took his seat as his mother put plate after plate of food in front of him.
There were four plates of eggs, three plates of toast, and three plates of sausage and bacon. And that was just his share.
Goten and his father tore into it right away but Gohan hesitated. He felt kinda sick, both from being nervous about school and from it being so early. But soon his sickness was gone as his hunger took over and he dug into his as forcefully as the others were.
A few minutes later they were all finished and Gohan went back up to his bathroom to brush his teeth and do his other morning rituals.
After putting his wallet in his pocket and his watch on his right wrist, he picked up the little black capsule box that Bulma had given him for his sixteenth birthday and put it in his pocket. It contained a handful of expensive cars, boats, personal jets, name brand clothes, and even food and drink.
He ran down the stairs to the kitchen and was about to leave when a thought hit him.
"Oh yeah, I didn't even think about it! Mom what about my school supplies and my backpack?"
"Got it right here. You didn't think I would forget did you?"
"Of course not. Thanks Mom."
"By everybody. I'll see you all when I get home."
"Bye Gohan!" They all said as one as he took to the air.
He waved back over his shoulder at them as he heard his mother tell him to be careful.
He looked back the way he was going and increased his speed a little. Normally getting to Satan City would take 5 hours but at the rate he was going he should be there just in time.
After flying for about twenty-five minutes he felt a familiar ki close in on his right side.
"Hey Piccolo."
"Hey kid."
"What are you doing here?"
"I felt your ki moving fast this way so I thought I'd see what you were up to. So what are you doing…..and dressed like that." He said in obvious distaste.
Gohan chuckled. "You don't like it either huh? Well if you just have to now, this is my school uniform and that's were I'm headed right now."
"Why are you going to school?"
"It's something my mom thought up. Something about experiencing the world or something."
"Do you really want to go?"
"Not really but who knows, it might be fun."
"Yeah right. I'll see you later sometime."
"Alright, bye."
He watched Piccolo fly back the way he came and then looked back to were he was going. He could see Satan City approaching fast directly in front of him. He would be there any minute.
He reached into his pocket to get the capsule box so he could pick a car to pull up in. He couldn't very well fly there. He popped it open and looked at the selection inside. Let's see, there was the Mustang, the Viper, the Jaguar, or the Firebird. Bulma sure new how to pick'um.
He picked the red convertible mustang and popped the capsule. His car materialized out of the smoke and he hopped in. He put on his expensive sunglasses and completed the journey to his new school.
A/N: So what do you think? I know it wasn't as long as I said it was gonna be and there were no point of view changes but I had originally planned for this chapter to include his day at school but then I thought that this was a good place to stop. Can you tell I tried to include more detail this time? It's late so I'm going to bed so please review.