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Chapitre deux: Introducing

"Hi. So what school did you go to before you came here Gohan?" I asked sincerely. What can I say, I was bored. Even a pointless little conversation with the new guy might relieve some of that boredom.

"Didn't you hear what the teacher said Videl?" Erasa stepped in for him. "He was home schooled!" Erasa turned her glance from me to this 'Gohan' person and started talking to him again. "I bet being home schooled was the best! You could sleep in, and you could just learn stuff in your pajamas, and –" She was cut off by a curt laugh from Gohan.

"No, no, no." He began, shaking his head from side to side. "See, my mother is very strict about that sort of thing. I had to get completely ready every morning before she would even let me eat!" He paused for a moment with a wild expression on his face and a sweat drop on the side of his head. Gohan gave a little shudder as if remembering some obscure thing that happened once. I wonder what it was?

"And she was really strict on my studies! It's always, 'study this before you go outside' and 'do these papers before you go play with Goten' and-"

"Who's Goten?" Erasa interrupted.

"Oh, that's just my little brother. He's seven, so he's just a big ball of energy!"

Gohan gave another laugh, and got that same glint in his eyes as if he was remembering something again. Probably some crazy thing his brother did. I hear siblings can be like that sometimes. Not that I would know anything about having a sibling. You know, I always used to wish I could have a little sister to talk to, and maybe even spar with when she was old enough. Guess it's too late for that…

Suddenly, a large book was slapped down on the desk in front of me, abruptly yanking me out of my thoughts. I glared at the person who'd smacked the book there, and saw some random male student with an arm full of the massive books. I guess the teacher decided to pass out our textbooks before he even introduced himself to us. I looked down at the title, sighed, and let my eyes drop down halfway. Yay history class. What a way to start the morning, by going back to sleep. Who really needs to learn about revolutions and crap? Well, I suppose I might. I'm considering going into the police field as my career choice, so maybe by paying attention I could learn some tactics and strategies for future use? Nahh. I think that's just my tiredness talking there. What was I thinking! History was always a cake class anyways. Especially whenever we get to the part about the Cell games. These people have heard the story every single stinkin' year, and they always ask me the same stinkin' questions! Yeah, so whenever we get to that topic, the whole class is basically just spent by having everyone ask me a million questions everyday for a couple of weeks. Boring much? Yeah, I think so.

Ok, so now we're getting the teachers rules and reg's. Whoo hoo. My favorite thing ever. Not. Ah, so we have Mr. Johnson for history this year. I've heard about his class from some students in previous years. This class was super easy. All you had to do was copy down the notes he put up for the students, and you were basically guaranteed an 'A'. Hmmm, I guess I really could sleep through this class if I really wanted to. I could just get the notes from someone else later.

Wait, what'd he say? What page is everyone going to? Ummm… I glanced over at Erasa's book on my left and saw four hundred something. Uh, how about 437? Sure, why not? That'll do. At least I'll be sort of close to the right page. If I get called on I can just be like 'oops! I accidentally flipped back a few pages! Where are we?'. Yep. Works every time.

Blah blah blah, something about war, blaah-dee blah. Soo boring. Maybe I'll count the tiles on the ceiling. Let's see…one…uh, one? There are no little panel thingies? Wow, that was a useless. What to do, what to do…

My attention suddenly caught on that new guy. He was writing, but he didn't really look like he was paying attention. I squinted at his notebook, but all I could make out were scribbles. It's quite possible that's all it was too, since he didn't seem to be looking at his notebook as he wrote. Oh yeah, he's definitely not paying attention. He just wrote off the side of his paper and scrawled on the desk. Hee hee, the expression on his face was priceless! He also realized when he went off the paper and started rubbing the ink smear on the desk like mad, trying to get it off. Chh, he's more likely to get splinters than get it off with his hand. These desks like, absorb ink or something. They're weird.

"Miss Satan!" I was suddenly jerked out of my thoughts by a loud voice. How many times can a person get pulled out of their thoughts in one day! Maybe I just think too much. Geez, and it's only the first class of the day too.

"Miss Satan I am aware of your celebrity status, but that does not excuse you, so please pay attention!" My face involuntarily flushed.

"Uh, sorry?"

"Please read the second paragraph in the blue box at the bottom of the page."

Blue box? Blue box. Nope, I was definitely not on the right page. "Um, Mr. Johnson? What page are we on?" I asked, completely forgetting about my previous plan.

"Forget it. Erasa, will you please read for Miss Satan."

"Yes sir. The four main causes of the war are militarism, nationalism…"

I tuned her voice out. Who. Really. Cares. Not me, that's for sure. I looked over at Gohan. Not him either apparently. The chin resting in the palm of his hand and the drooping eyelids was a dead giveaway.

Sooo boring. Boring, boring, boring. One of these days I'll end up making a song. I'll call it…'The Boring Song'. Yeeeah. I glanced at the clock at the side of the room. It's been a while since we've been in school, so I don't exactly remember what time this class is over. What I do know, is that I wouldn't even be awake at this hour if it were still summertime. Stupid school.

Ahh ha ha! Gohan got caught not paying attention too! Ha ha haaa! The same exact thing that happened to me, happened to him! Man, that's a really red face. I hope mine didn't get that bright. That's pretty embarrassing.

Ah, there's the bell. The thing took it's gosh darn little time didn't it? How the heck and I supposed to survive another hundred seventy something days of this torture? Good thing I have friends to help me through all this crap. Umm...wait. I have no idea where I'm going, I'm just walking down the hall.

I started yanking me schedule out of a folder to look at where I'm supposed to be going. Gym class? Gym class! The second class of the day is Gym? Well that sucks…

You know, I think gym class is a much more appropriate way of naming the class. Instead of this 'physical education' thing the school insists on calling it. I mean, how are we 'educated' in that class at all? They don't actually teach us anything, everyone knows how to play all the sports already. Well, I take that back. We have done martial arts several times in my schooling career. I didn't learn anything, but other students did. I guess. Whatever.

Oh good! Erasa and Sharpner are in my class too! At least I'll have some friends to talk to during the class. Gohan has gym next as well apparently. At least I think he does, because he's following us.

I looked back at him and he quickly turned his head away and got a faint blush across his cheeks. Was he…? Was he…staring at me? What the…! How dare he! No one, and I mean, no one stares at me like some sort of trophy!

"Hey! Just what do you think you were looking at!" I had stopped in the middle of the hall to whip around and face him down. His eyes are as wide as saucers now and his face is starting to turn quite red.

"Yeah, I saw you looking at me! What do you think you were doing, huh?"

He looked down at his feet and then lifted head a little bit so he was looking down at my feet. "Umm, your hair…is…uh…weird…"

My hair? He was looking at my hair because it looks weird? Lifting a hand to the right side of my head, I discovered he was right. I had a huge section of hair that had pulled partway out of the hair tie. I guess having a large loop of hair sticking out would look kind of strange…Eh, I can fix it during gym.

Oops, I'm still standing in the hall blocking him. I can't let him know he got away with staring at me though, even if he's telling the truth and really was only looking at my strange hair predicament. He's really lucky that I don't care about my hair. If he had given the same line to Erasa…ouch.

"Fine! I'll let you go for now, but if I ever see you staring at me again, you're in for it buster!" I threatened darkly.

Ah, there's nothing quite so satisfying as scaring the crap out of people first thing in the morning.

I took a quick peek at him as we continued on and saw his dejected face. He looks…wow. He looks like…oh man! I forgot! He was home schooled! He probably hasn't been in this situation before! Aw crap. Now I don't feel so good. I feel like…Huh? I feel sorry for him? Well that's weird. I usually don't feel bad when I yell at people. But how can I not feel bad! Look at that face! It's…it's…

I stopped and turned around again. Gohan completely flipped out as I made eye contact with him, and looked away as fast as he could. I moved into his line of vision again, and this time he didn't move. He was probably wondering what was up.

"Look Gohan. I'm…sorry about yelling at you like that. You didn't deserve that, especially since it's your first day here, and my hair is kinda messed up." I stuck out my hand. "Let's start over. Hi, I'm Videl."

Gohan looked at my hand strangely, then up at my face. He smiled and shook my hand. "Gohan."

Holy crap! That's a strong grip!

"AAHH, OW!"

Gohan released my hand and jumped back a step. His eyes were really wide again, and he clasped his hands behind his back as he shuffled nervously. "Um, sorry." He said quickly.

I shook my hand to bring back the feeling as I glared at him. My expression then softened and I shook my head as if to clear him of charge. "That's all right, I'll live. I was just surprised, 'cus it's been a while since someone's been able to do that to me.

Gohan looked at me questioningly as we started rushing down the hall, so as not to be late.

"I've trained in the martial arts all of my life very intensely, so I'm stronger than most people I meet. I'm not the strongest in the world, mind you, that'd be my dad of course, but I'd like to say I'm in the top fifty." I shrugged as I ran and glanced over at Gohan.

"Oh, that's cool." Was all he said.

The bell rang just as we slid into the gymnasium.

"Well Gohan, welcome to Physical Education."


So, I'm starting to get to some romance now. And…that's all I have to say.

Whoa, you know what I just realized? On this quick edit thingie, the two spaces after a punctuation mark are reduced to only one space. I wonder why that is...? Stupid quick edit!

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