Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. There it is, simply put.

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Silence is Golden

Chapter 2: Meet Gohan

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"Today, class, we will be continuing on with the works of-" The teacher was cut off as the door to the classroom opened, revealing an exhausted Videl. She had just run non-stop from the bank to OHS, not a small walk to put it lightly! "Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, it's no problem, Videl. I understand about your community service, it's no problem at all." The teacher replied, motioning toward Videl's desk, "Now if you will take your seat we can continue on with the class."

"As I was saying, today we will be continuing on with the works of-" The teacher began before grimacing as there was another knock on the door. "Yes?" She yelled out, her exasperation showing in her voice.

The door opened to reveal Gohan this time, only with a small frown instead of his usual blank expression. "Heh, I'm the new student."

"Ah yes! I completely forgot about that!" The teacher said, her voice now back to one of cheerfulness. "Class, we have received a new student who, mind you, managed to score a perfect on all of his entrance exams. Now, please tell us a bit about yourself."

"Well, my name is Gohan and I can tell you all now that if anyone annoys me, they will be dealt with accordingly." Gohan told them. 'Kami, err, Dende, I have spent waaaaay too much time around Vegeta.'

The class was completely silent for a few moments before the teacher spoke up, assuming that he wasn't really thinking about what he was saying because of nervousness. "Okay, after that, err, interesting bio, please go sit next to Miss. Lime. Miss Lime, can you please raise your hand?"

A redhead with a shocked look on her face raised her hand. 'It can't be him! He sounds like a jerk, and the Gohan that I met had gold hair. It must be someone else, although I've never met someone else with the name Gohan before. . . .'

Gohan sat beside her and, luckily for the teacher's sanity, class continued without another interruption.

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Three hours later, the bell rang signaling that it was now time for lunch.

Videl, Erasa and Sharpener made their way toward the lunchroom before the line grew too much. The stuff served wasn't exactly called 'edible', but there weren't a lot of other options for them.

"So, Videl, what did you think of that cutie, Gohan?" Erasa asked the girl next to her.

"Didn't you hear what he said?! He acted like a jerk and that's probably what he is." Videl huffed, wondering about her friend's hearing.

"I don't think so." Sharpener began, "Most jocks, or jerks for that matter, wouldn't even put the time into getting a perfect score in an entrance exam. Have you seen how hard those things are?! He was probably just some nerd trying to sound tough when I doubt that he can even lift five pounds without breaking something."

Videl considered this. Sharpener, the group's token 'pain-in-the-butt', had made a good point. Perfect score and jock / jerk just didn't go well together. Something wasn't right about that Gohan guy and she had every intent on finding out what that was. Then she noticed the object of her thoughts walking out the door to the school yard; no tray or any other types of food were in his hands.

'That's odd? Maybe he just brought his own lunch.' Videl thought as she looked ahead in the line to see the servers scooping some green slime like substance onto each student's tray. 'However, I have trouble disagreeing with him when it comes to that junk.'

After the three friends got out of the line, each scoops of the 'mystery concoction' on each of their respective trays, they made their way toward the yard where they would eat under the tree that they normally sat under. Most students had opted not to sit there since the tree had a proverbial 'Videl parking: all others will be towed' sign on it.

"What are you doing sitting under our tree?!" Sharpener yelled at Gohan.

"Make me. I don't see any names written on this tree." Gohan growled back as he went back to, well, nothing, he just sat there meditating. And it was getting quite hard with all the noise around him.

Videl was having mixed emotions over the new guy. 'I guess that I can't be angry with him for that reply, he's new and doesn't know that we normally sit here. And Sharpener was being an ass.' "Come on, we'll go sit somewhere else."

"WHAT?! If you ask me, the new guy should move. He should learn his place around here." Sharpener nearly died at the thought of Videl, daughter of the almighty Hercule, stepping out of the way for some nerd.

"No need. I was just leaving." Gohan told them as he got up and walked back into the school building.

Sharpener was a bit taken aback by the action, losing whatever bits of skill he had at making a decent remark. "Yea! I'd run to if I were you! You wouldn't stand a chance against me!"

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The next class after lunch was PE.

Gohan walked into the guys changing room. He hadn't been expecting a PE class, but was rather thankful to Piccolo. The namek had taught Gohan a skill that would allow him to make clothes appear on him. Gohan had nearly forgotten about this, as it was one of the last things that he'd learned from Piccolo before he stopped his training with the namek in favor of working with Vegeta in the GR. He still saw Piccolo as his sensei, and the parting was a friendly one, Piccolo being able to admit that he'd taught Gohan nearly everything that he knew that a saiyan could do, and that he was weaker than Vegeta.

Gohan looked at the other boys in the room. They were throwing their stuff into lockers along the wall and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Gohan was able to pick up 'Martial arts' and 'impressing my girl'. Apparently something was happening today in PE.

The young demi-saiyan walked into the bathroom where nobody else was. There he crouched down and growled as he powered up, an unearthly glow surrounding his body. It took more energy for him to make things appear, and normally resulted in him having less energy to use later; but the more that he used it, the easier it would become. It was the same thing for transforming into a Super Saiyan, it just took practice.

His body flashed a few times as his school uniform was replaced with the same style of gi that he'd warn during the Cell games, just minus the cloak.

He walked back into the changing room and all speech stopped. 'Idiots. I'm sure that they've seen muscle before.' Gohan thought as he walked out of the room and into the main gym. There he got a similar response; everything went still as the class noticed Gohan, err, his muscles to be exact. Most of the girls were drooling with stars in their eyes while most of the men were glaring at him. This went on for around three seconds before the basketball one of the guys was shooting hoops with bounced off the backboard and hit him in the side of the head. Even then, the boy showed no response to the collision. He was too amazed at what he was seeing, someone had heard Sharpener's comment on how Gohan was just a nerd, but he DEFINITELY didn't look it. Even Sharpener and Videl had trouble not being shocked; Erasa was in the category of the other drooling girls.

Then the teacher walked into the room and announced that they would begin studying Martial Arts that day. The class sat in their usual circle around the teacher as he explained the basic tournament rules, as if nobody already knew them. Then the teacher noticed that Gohan was in an odd fighting gi, not the normal gym uniform.

"Son? I guess that it's safe to assume that you know Martial Arts?" The teacher asked.

"You could say that." Gohan replied.

"I bet that the clothes are just a souvenir from the tournament. I doubt that he actually knows how to fight." A random boy yelled out.

"It's called a gi." Gohan stated simply.

"I know what it's called!" The boy yelled again, "Sensei, I would like to fight Gohan. I know the rules and I've been trained by Hercule himself!" He was counting on a look of shock from Gohan, which is what he got from the rest of the class, but all Gohan did was smirk knowingly.

"If you're sure. You two will be our first match." The teacher began, "We will have a tournament in two weeks with all the basic rules of the World Martial Arts Tournament."

With that, both boys stepped into the makeshift ring and dropped into defensive stances.

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AN: Okay, I'm yet to decide if Majin Buu should even be in this fic. I could just skip the entire part, or I could follow the basic DBZ story-line until after the Buu Saga. The choice, readers, is yours. Review / email with what you want to have happen!

Well, the next chapter is a fight scene. We all know that Gohan's gonna win, so I'm not going to make this look like a cliffy or anything. However it's always fun to watch Gohan pummel some poor fool into the ground, so with that, I'm done for the day! It's 12:23 AM and I'm going to sleep!

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-Ligar Zero X

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