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Don't Marry Me
Chapter 1 - Gold Fighter
She died.
She died and now all I've got are a handful of photographs and a stubbornness that won't quit.
Went and left me with the old man too; don't get me wrong, I love the bastard, but he's no Tourney champ, nor is he earth's savior. I gathered that the first time I upper cut him and he was out for two hours. Thinking back, it must've been one of the funniest sights in the world; the champ down cold, while his ten year old daughter nervously tapped him with her foot. Of course, he said later that it was just a gag to make his 'little Videl' proud of her advancing skills.
Took me another five years, wherein my mother went and croaked, to realize what a load of bull he tried to force feed me. I didn't hate him though, I just thought it was funny. My supposedly tough-as-nails dad, trying to prove something to his scrawny, tomboy daughter. He could of been a fat, ugly plumber and I wouldn't have given a shit. Just as long as he loved and looked out for me.
But these thoughts are old, bitter, and not worth rehashing right now.
I suppose, I search for him in the throngs of faces I encounter every day. The boy, or perhaps now the man, who destroyed a creature more powerful, and far more destructive than any avenging god.
Gold.
Just like the sun.
I remember that clearly before the cameras went out and all we got was the 'experiencing technical difficulties' crap from the tube. I also remember the big gash I got in my foot after booting the glass screen through the wall. I was, a rather impulsive kid. Maybe that's still true today at seventeen years. Some people just have a hard time changing manner and instinct.
A new year at Orange Star has started for strangers, and yet, it is just another for me.
The Police liked my help once and a while with the physically strong, criminal element in West City; so usually, on my long and pretty enjoyable walks to the High, I would have to beat a gun toting psycho or purse snatcher into submission.
To tell the truth, I would have preferred pulling faces at the snooty espresso addicts in the cafes downtown. Paparazzi would have had a ball with that one though; just imagine, 'Hero's daughter, Videl Satan, pulls faces instead of punches.' I can imagine the flashy pics of me blowing raspberries at stricken coffee drinkers. Just thinking about it makes me want to hang a U-turn for the shopping district and have a go. You know, to baffle the genius and entertain the stupid.
Serve and Protect. Ha, ha, what a big joke.
I'm not even an official cop; with the guns, badges and all that jazz. I just get a lot of notoriety for being the Champ's daughter...
...and, for my own ability to absolutely kick ass.
Four Blocks From OSH
"Satan, we got a robbery in progress at Corgon's Gift Shoppe on the corner of Harper and Lee. We could use a hand here, over."
Buzzing static emitted from her talkie as Videl made a sharp right and started racing and weaving through the groups of people on the sidewalk. She snatched the sleek black box from her belt and yelled into it,
"I'm about two blocks off, I'll be there in six. Time me, will ya Dale? Over."
She smirked affably as a blurry voice radioed back,
"Ha, ha, ha, you got it Vid!"
Placing the walkie back into it's customary spot, the dark haired girl ate up pavement at a crazy pace. People threw themselves out of harms way while shouting obscenities; that is, until a couple girls realized it was Hercule's kid and then started screaming for autographs and pictures instead. Videl sighed and kept heading toward Corgon's, even though everyone had decided it was 'reach out and touch a celebrity' time. Annoying bastards.
Finally hitting Harper street she spotted a few cruisers and hurried towards them. Her friend, Dale, was crouching behind his own car and almost jumped a foot when she slapped him on the back. Smirking a little she asked,
"So, six on the dot right?"
Dale, a slightly rotund, middle aged wolf, grinned toothily and let out a sharp laugh. Then pointing a claw at his watch, he said in all mock seriousness,
"Six and four seconds, Satan. Close, but no cigar."
Videl tried scowling at him, but he just laughed harder for it. Shifting slightly, she put her baby blue's back on the store that was being attacked as they spoke.
"Any people inside?"
Her friend's mood changed abruptly, and his slitted yellow eyes checked the windows carefully for movement.
"Our info says there were eight people inside when the robbers entered. There's four of the fucks and each of them's got a machine gun or an automatic. We can't risk rushing the store or bystanders might get shot in the crossfire. They can either make a run for it, or state their demands."
The pretty teen always had a nose for the stupid criminal mind, (a gift from her slightly "mystic" mother) and she was guessing these boys were going to make a run for it. Slapping the wolf's back once again, she let him in on her feeling and told him to pass the word along to the others. They needed to be ready; Satan was going to call them out. (That was cute wasn't it?)
Stalking fluidly up to within fifteen feet of the store's window, Videl motioned to one of the near by cops for a megaphone. A skinny guy, with the slightly sweaty look of a newbie, ran up to her clutching a gun in one hand and the desired object with the other. He handed it to her shakily, and said,
"Y-you going to take them down Ms. Satan?"
Wanting to soothe the poor guy, she quirked a smile and answered his question,
"Sure am sir. If these guys were dumb enough to try and knock off a tiny gift shop, they're probably stupid enough to try and gun it out of here,"
She paused, her eyes flashing suddenly with fear and realization,
"Is there a back way out of there? Like into an alley?"
"I h-have n-no idea."
Hurrying back over to the line of cop cars, hands shaking and breathing ashmatic, the officer searched out some information.
Videl gripped the megaphone tightly, her knuckles straining the leather on her fingerless gloves. It would be bad news if no one had checked for a back entrance and stationed someone there; the crooks might bolt out of it at the best opportunity. Her eyes narrowed as she waited impatiently for an answer.
"Ms. Satan! There's a very thin back door that you can't see very well. We're not sure if the perps know about it, but we think they'll eventually find out. Well, if they're at least a little smart"
Trying not to piss his pants, he gave a sweet, twitchy kind of smile. Videl patted his shoulder gently and offered him the megaphone.
"Give the perps their options, I'll be waiting at the back entrance just in case they try to run that way. If they come out the front with a hostage, pacify them as much as possible until I can get behind them,"
Her face took on a gleefully dark look,
"Heh, heh, heh. They won't know what hit 'em."
Padding hastily around the store, the pretty teen stepped into a skinny and dank back alley. Her sharp eyes immediately picked out the smooth metal amongst the painted concrete, and backed against the wall to the right of it. When they came out, and she was gut positive they'd come out that way, her body would be hidden behind the swinging door. In such a small enclosure they wouldn't be able to maneuver as fast, or as accurately, and Lady Luck was on her side with all the hand-to-hand combat training she knew. Videl smirked. Now, all she had to do was wait.
Inside The Gift Shoppe
"Alright you's guys! Got ever'thin' you want!"
A group of tough looking hoods turned to the large man standing opposite the cash register. He held a machine gun braced over a sinewy right shoulder and glared at the cowering shoppers; unfortunately, the cops outside the window had forced him and his crew to make a hasty exit. Spinning quickly to the left he pointed the barrel of his gun to the cashier's head, and spoke gruffly,
"You gotta back door outta here, fuckin' Couga bastard!"
The fearful cat-man sweated profusely despite his thick fur and tried to mumble out directions,
"Yah, s-sah! Is in d-de back, last r-row on l-left!"
The thief motioned his men toward the back exit, wanting nothing more than to get the fuck away from 'funny talkin' Cougas.'
"Alright you criminals, come out with your hands up!"
Outside, the officer who issued the orders, turned and called out to his partner softly,
"I've always wanted to say that!"
The other man rolled his eyes angrily and continued to hold a steady gun atop the hood of his car. In truth, he would have preferred a potted plant instead of a new partner.
Back inside the shop, the men stood still for a moment and looked around in confusion. Their leader sighed and then yelled out swiftly,
"I think them coppers get dumba each time they try's to take someone's in. What'cha standin' round for? Get movin' you stupid fucks!"
They jumped and began hurrying single file to the back; their boss taking the rear.
Only silence, fast beating hearts, and spiking adrenalin was left in the wake of their robbery.
Back Alley
Videl rolled her eyes in annoyance and started fidgeting a little; both were signs of growing impatience.
"Come on guys, I know your comin' this way. I know it!"
The last sentence was let out on a fierce sigh, as she nonchalantly kicked a pebble. Then the slight pounding of feet could be heard through the door, causing her to tense. 'There you are...'
Voices could be heard, laughing and growling in turn.
The door flew open when a little blunt force was applied to the other side.
The pretty teen choked her breathing off abruptly as it stopped only a couple inches from her nose and feet. Stilling like a cat about to spring at a wiggling spider, she counted the seconds as they all moved out into the narrow alley way, heading away from her. She then cracked her knuckles quietly, and slammed the door shut with a resounding boom.
Idiots didn't even have enough time to turn their heads at the sound.
Jumping high into the air, Videl kicked the last guy in the head and watched as he made an almost sonic boom while hitting the ground. She landed gracefully on the pavement while he rolled wildly away from her. Ducking, she smirked as the third guy in line whipped his automatic around and started to shoot half-hazardly at the bricks. The pretty teen kicked the gun into the air, grabbed his head roughly and then slammed a knee to his face.
Asshole went down like a ton of bricks.
Looking up, she spotted the second guy in line falling over the first, while trying to escape her attack. Both started scratching and punching, their weapons lying forgotten. Knocking the loose guns down the alley toward the first guy down, she irritably shook her head, grabbed both the criminal's skulls, and knocked them together harshly. Videl rolled her shoulders in an almost warm up manner and surveyed the damage.
1.) Criminals taken care of; goods recovered.
2.) No human or animal casualties incurred.
3.) No property damage, pending thorough check.
4.) Good warm up; she probably wouldn't be late for school.
5.) Videl hates the first day of school.
Hands on hips, she shook her head at the stupidity of man at his worst. Then the click of an automatic cut through the air, and she only had enough time to gasp as her eyes dilated with fear...
A flash of gold and annoyed turquoise colored irises was all that could be seen.
Looking to her left, the man was sprawled ten feet away with a gun that had been snapped in half lying inches from his hand. Videl knew she was in the throws of a fear induced adrenalin rush, she knew that everything looked brighter then it was supposed to, but she would swear on a stack of bibles that the dude who just saved her life wasn't just a platinum blonde hero, he actually glowed gold from the skin. Backing away slowly, she started when her back came in firm contact with the wet, concrete wall. 'What in the hell..?'
"Oh, ugh, who t-the heck are y-you?"
Then a thought struck her mind like lightening,
"Are you the Gold Fighter? From the Cell games? H-holy shit..."
It was the boy-man she had been searching for, in some inexplicable way, most of her young life! At that moment in time, the pretty teen had never felt the need to laugh like a crazy woman more. Covering her mouth with fluttery hands, her eyes sparkled with a slightly dulled inner mischief.
"Ha, ha, ha! Oh my goodness, I'm s-hah-orry, for, for, hee, hee, laughing! I th-ha-ink I'm in, in, ha, ha, ha, a bit, a bit, of sh-ha-ock! Whahahaha!"
The powerful young man rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment. He never really had a girl laughing out right at him before, and it certainly wasn't a very pleasant experience. Glancing nervously at his watch, Gohan began a slew of mental cursing. He only had five minutes until class started. 'Dammit, I don't want Mom on my case... Whelp, she seems to be fine, maybe I can just-'
"-sneak out of here..."
Videl snapped her head up, the laughing jag was starting to wear off pretty fast. Her blue eyes locked onto his turquoise ones, and she practically choked on her tongue. He was blushing! The guy who had saved her life within a split second, was blushing! Was it because she made eye contact? It's not like that was a forceful thing; it only meant you had self-esteem and were unafraid...And being unafraid was a good thing. Huffing slightly, the pretty teen became a tad worried about the rambling in her head...Her feelings usually had to be in a state of nervousness or shyness for that to happen...
She slammed the back of her head against the concrete harshly, and banished the debilitating thoughts from her mind. This was not the time for self-analysis.
"Yeah, sorry if I'm keepin' you from something, I, uh, don't usually get rescued, it's me who usually does the rescuing...Shit, Satan, you still in shock or something? Gah!"
Videl paused a moment in self-annoyance, wondering suddenly where her clever articulateness had gone.
"Uhh, oh yeah! Thanks for, um, saving my butt there! I mean,"
The next few words were pronounced with a firm kick to the megaton thief's stomach and side,
"What, a, cheap, ass-fuck, for, trying, to, shoot, me, from behind!"
After finishing her rampage on the guy's spleen, she turned and gave a kind of sweet, but ruthless smile to the "Gold Fighter."
Gohan grinned crookedly in return, and then remembered he shouldn't be hanging around talking to a girl. Even if she was a pretty one. So, with that thought firmly in mind, he nodded and then blasted off in a hazy Ki plume.
A bit wind blown from the sudden departure, Videl could only stare dumbly after his shrinking figure and giggle a little.
And just think, she was supposed to be having a bad morning with stupid perps, and now her probably obvious tardiness to first period...
About A Minute Later
Videl smirked while she sat in an unmarked cop car traveling at about ninety miles. The WCPD had been so relieved by the victimless resolving of the crime that they had arranged her an escort to Orange Star. Which meant she would be there just in time for first bell...Oh, it was so goddamn nice having the traffic part just because she was a Satan.
Glancing out the window the pretty teen sighed, a regretful feeling overtaking her heart for not being able to finish her walk. Those times before school were special, her prep periods if you will, when she could center herself for the bustle of the day. Somehow, though, getting the chance to meet the "Gold Fighter" made up for the loss...a whole fucking lot.
The Fighter.
He had seemed so normal... Like one of the Calc geeks she would hang with sometimes during lunch or in Phys Ed when they got narked on a lot. Videl smiled a little self-indulgently, hey, it was okay for her to call them dorks because they knew it was a kind of joke amongst themselves. Sort of like how two best girlfriends could call each other bitches for the hell of it.
Her smile widened a little more though, when she thought about the Fighter as a geek; it wasn't an accurate portrayal of the man she had seen, or rather, hadn't seen, snap a gun in fucking half.
Glancing up towards the front seat, she watched as Dale shifted and pumped the gas like a mad man. He had opted to drive her, and, frankly, she liked being in his unobtrusive presence. Almost like a surrogate father, he sometimes understood her feelings when her biological one couldn't. The pretty teen chuckled a little, the 'Champ' had been deathly opposed to her helping the P.D., and she did understand where he was coming from, but...the allure of helping people, as well as tearing up the bad guys, was just too great to ignore.
Videl's mind wandered back to the episode where she had first tasted the rush of policing, and crime fighting.
It had been a year and a half prior.
She had walked into the central district to get a pistachio ice-cream because of the hot sun that day, and, deciding to do the spring break thing, she had lazily wandered around town, the greenish cream melting onto her fingers. The dark haired girl had paused upon passing a pretty boutique shop, to wipe some sticky drops off her shorts and the hem of her T-shirt. Her mind had wondered idly if she should find a bathroom to make sure her face was clean, and to unstickify her hands.
That was when the life-course changing event had happened.
Videl had heard a sudden shrieking, and whipped her head around to look for the source of the sound. A skinny, fast running man had been heading her way with a small bundle clutched tightly against his chest. The screaming had come from a pointing woman, who was attempting to catch up with the obvious thief, but having a hard time doing so with the bunches of people in the way and the hindrance of her spiky heels.
She had watched entranced as he came right at her. 'Well,' had been her thoughts, 'I'm not going to move for some criminal!' Suddenly finding an interesting mixture of anger and justice swelling inside, the pretty teen made a blocking like position and stood directly in the man's pell-mell path. It was then she had caught the woman's crying and screeching words,
"HE HAS MY BABY! OH GOD, GEORGE PLEASE GIVE HIM BACK TO ME! (Sobbing) THERE'S A BETTER WAY THAN THIS!"
Videl had blinked, and then gulped loudly; after those few words everything seemed to go in slow motion. Her mind had snapped smartly into focus as she watched the man try to stop himself from crashing and not having very much luck with it. Aiming a kick low in his gullet, his arms had flung out in natural reaction, hurling the small, mewling bundle towards her. The baby had been safely caught though, no damage done except for a few unhappy temper tears.
Practically fainting with sudden heart palpitations, the pretty teen had held the baby close, cooed, and rocked him while waiting for the mother who was sprinting down the side walk; one heel clutched in each hand. Many people had started to gather then, two braver men already supporting the half conscious thief while they waited for the police. Looking around wide eyed, Videl had been on the verge of crying herself as a few people started to poke and prod for information about what had happened. They also started up with the mantra, 'Oh my goodness, is that Hercule's daughter!' It had started getting a little over whelming.
Suddenly though, the crowd parted and the mother of the baby hurried forward. Alternatively crying and choking out breathless thank-you's, the red faced blonde had held her son close as soon as he was gently returned.
It had been like being in a daze...This heaving, forty-ish woman was standing there, bestowing all kinds of gratitude and unadulterated praise on her. Her, Videl Satan, a slightly gawky rich girl with a lot of strength in her fists. And a lot of unexpressed love in her heart.
It had felt so good.
Helping some stranger, and kicking some bastard's ass who thought he might run-off with his own kid! The rest of that springy day had been blurry and muted, but the moment she gave that little boy back, and looked into the eyes of a woman who's world had been saved, was engraved into her mind forever.
She had felt good doing that work ever since.
"You thinkin' something nice there, Satan?"
A quietly rough voice broke into her jumbling memories. Videl shook her head gently and then met her friend's yellow eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"I'm always thinking nice things, Dale. Nice things about everybody, even the assholes."
He snorted and then began laughing heartily. Wiping a fake tear from his eye, the wolf replied to her comment,
"Yeah right, you got more layers then Whip-Cream with Jell-O snacks. And each one of 'em is a mile deep."
She smiled; he was probably right.
"Left turn here, Dale."
Dale turned his attention quickly back towards the road, and whipped off a two wheeler turn at thirty miles. The pretty teen laughed harder enjoying the little drop in her stomach when all four tires had made firm contact with the ground again. Her friend, however, was not amused and began cursing a blue streak about the probable state of his car.
They came to a jerky stop in front of OSH and she climbed from the car, stretching her arms and back cattily. 'Ahhhh... A whole new year of weird shit to wade through. Heh, maybe I should do home schooling...' Chuckling lightly, she patted the top of Dale's car. He rolled down the passenger window in response,
"Have a good day, Ms. Satan!"
Ugh, he really did have an easy time entertaining himself. She glared irritably at him, and then turned to jog into the school.
"Why don't you go chase a squirrel, Wolfy-butt!"
Laughing at the reaction her little pet name had probably gotten, Videl continued on through the doors of Orange Star, answering the occasional hellos of her classmates and flipping off those who felt like cat-calling.
Dale rolled up his window sharply and sped off, leaving skid marks and a puff of smelly exhaust as he went.
Inside Orange Star
Videl cursed angrily when she heard the bell ring. Her hope had been for enough time to stop at the bathroom and make appearance repairs, but it appeared that plan had been tossed out the window and run over by an eight wheeler. Jogging a little, she was pleased about making it in time for class; another tardy note was definately going to send her father off the very deep end, and put her ass in deep shit. Even though he was rather indulgent when it came to his daughter, Hercule had threatened, with all intentions of following through, to have her barred from helping West City's finest if another letter was sent to him. And, even with all the toughness and backtalk, the pretty teen was a tad wary when it came to the endangerment of her job. So, she had been trying harder than usual lately not to give her father any incentives.
Spotting the classroom, she smiled at an impatient Erasa who was holding the door open with her foot. Videl, unfortunately, couldn't hold onto her books and a bag because of all the policing she did. So, like a good friend, the blonde had been forced-errrr, had offered to hold onto her stuff.
"Yeah, Sorry Erasa, I kinda got held up with some stupid ass criminals. Ha ha, you wouldn't believe who they were tryin' to rob!"
The other girl giggled slightly, and led the way to their seats toward the back of the class.
"Who was it then, Videl?"
"Corgon's Gift Shoppe, that little spit of a store that doesn't keep more than two hundred in it's drawer every day. Is it me or does this city produce overly stupid morons? I think I'm about the only one who escaped the 'dumb ass' spell..."
"Huh? What was that last bit?"
"Nothin' 'Rasa."
They both situated themselves comfortably in their chairs, the blonde giggling again, when she caught sight of another tow head bobbing it's way through the people crowded around the bottom row of seats. Putting her hand to her mouth and furtively leaning towards Videl, she whispered,
"It's Sharpener! Ooooo, he's so dreamy...Why don't you ever give him a chance Vidi?"
Cupping her chin, the dark haired girl shifted narrowed eyes towards her best friend and sighed a little,
"It's nothing personal 'Rasa, I just have a thing about dating below me in the food chain. Seriously, if we were both animals, I'd be the panther and he'd be the jack rabbit, and that's just depressing in a boyfriend or a fuck buddy."
Erasa rolled her eyes and began flipping through her notebook for an empty page. She then proceeded to doodle brainlessly about her "love" for Sharpener.
Chuckling a little, Videl cracked her fists loudly. It was apparent that this was a common habit from the slightly enlarged protruding of her knuckle bones.
She really didn't get some girls, all moony and melty over some man, who, most likely, would just flat out leave their ass when prettier legs came along. Scowling slightly, she reflected a bit about what had made her so damn cynical. It could've been the moment her mother died but, in truth, she felt that it had been earlier than that...
"Hey Videl, you daydreamin' bout me?"
A smooth as silk voice rushed past the pretty teen's right ear, which caused her to spin reflexively toward the sound. Growling she punched Sharpener in the shoulder, and started to hiss like a cat,
"What the hell man! I was thinking, and NO, I was not thinkin' about an ASS like you!"
She swung back around and started to snap her pen clicker irritably. Most of the class had calmed themselves into their seats, while Mr. Hacteer waited patiently, feet crossed on top of his desk, for the second bell to ring. Man, was it going to be a long first day for her.
Roof of Orange Star
Gohan landed silently on top of the concrete roof of OSH. He looked around instinctively, a trait that had been honed in him from the time spent 'training' with Piccolo as a boy. Seeing and sensing no one, he powered down; eyes flicking back to their usual chocolate color and hair wilting slightly into it's customary jet black. He rubbed the back of his neck, already mentally exhausted with his busy morning, and jogged toward the roof exit.
While dashing wildly down the stairs, the demi teen muttered quietly to himself,
"Shit, every time I go super it just makes my metabolism speed up like crazy. I don't think I ever pissed so much in my whole life! Errr...And now I'm probably late because of it."
Bursting out into the medically white hallways of Orange Star, Gohan looked around a moment for the way to the main office. He found directions in the form of a crudely painted sign, and, following them, began to jog down the hallway to the right.
A sudden, loud buzzing practically blew out his eardrums though; he was guessing that had been the bell for class. Or whatever it was that announced you shouldn't be wandering around aimlessly.
Smiling as politely as possible he stepped up to the office window and tapped on the glass. A woman sitting just inside, reading some book he had been unable to see, looked up and smiled kindly. She slid the little door open, like the ones you would see at a fast food drive-up, and said,
"New are you?"
Putting a hand to the back of his head, Gohan laughed a little embarrassedly,
"Yeah, is it that obvious? Man, I hope everyone else doesn't really notice. But I suppose that would be kind of pointless hoping, right?"
The secretary woman shook her head apologetically, and put her fingers to the computer.
"Last name, please?"
"Son."
After a moment of quiet she asked another question,
"Here it is, you Gohan?"
He smiled and nodded his head sharply. Computer keys clacking rhythmically, she printed off a copy of his schedule including a list of teacher names and classroom numbers. She handed it over and wished him a good first day at Orange Star High.
Whistling, and in better spirits now, the dark haired boy read the who, what, and where of his first period class.
"Mr. Hacteer, Language, room 318...Ha, ha, ha, awesome, I got Gym this year too! Nice."
Continuing down the corridor, Gohan didn't immediately notice the commotion going on to the left. That is, not until a couple harsh words reached his sensitive ears,
"Where's my money!"
Head cocked toward the origin of the threat, the demi teen saw a meaty looking guy staring down a mousy brunette. He had his hand against the locker to the right of her head, and was obviously enjoying the petrified look on her face. Murmuring softly, the girl answered his question,
"I'm s-sorry B-Bic, I only got h-half r-right now. I p-promise I'll h-have the rest n-next week...P-Please don't h-hurt me."
Bic angrily slammed his other fist to the left of her head. She yipped fearfully, and began shaking when he started to rant,
"Bitch, you wanted those fuckin' pills, I got 'em for ya! So your not gonna fuckin' gyp me for the payment! I'm gonna have to make sure that next time, you don't forget who yur dealin' with!"
Pleading tearfully, she watched as his large fist pulled back preparing to sock her squarely in the face. The brunette scrunched her eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable blow...
It never came.
Gohan had watched the entire exchange with growing ire, and, when the bastard lifted his arm to strike the girl, he phased next to them. Wrapping a wide hand around the other man's wrist, he chuckled a little when his fingers didn't encircle it fully.
"You know, even if you are angry, it isn't right to hit people weaker than you. Especially a girl."
The demi teen then looked at the surprised face of the smallish young woman, and addressed her curtly,
"You should leave now."
She shook her head emphatically and ducked under the thick arm blocking her exit. Running full-tilt down the hall, tears streaming rapidly down her face, the brunette promised herself it was only going to be green tea and meditation from now on. No more sleeping pills.
Bic growled angrily and ripped his wrist from the shorter boy's hand. Straightening to his full six feet of height and crossing his bare arms menacingly, he sneered,
"Well looky what we have here! Some'un want's to be a Hero, huh? The bitch doesn't matter ya know, I'll just nail her later. But you, cumsucker, annoy me. I really hate heros."
He let loose a right handed punch, but Gohan caught it without even batting an eyelid. Scowling, Bic came at him again with his left; garnering the exact same counter as before. He struggled harshly for a moment and then, attempting to free himself, swung his foot out in a tripping tactic. The other boy could only roll his eyes at the slow movement; the thug couldn't even fight properly! All his ability came from being massively larger than other people, and it was sickening.
Using his opponent's arms as leverage, the demi-sayjin jumped up and back flipped over the top of Bic's head, and on the way down spun and landed cat like on the grey tiles. Facing the larger man's back, he tapped him smartly on the shoulder.
Bic swung around sharply, not having any idea how someone could've moved that damn fast. Looking down into the shorter fighter's smirking face, he managed a nervous swallow.
In this world there were two types of bad guys; the inanely stupid and arrogant ones, who don't know when to quit, and the assholes who are at least smart enough to know when a fight is over.
And this wasn't even a fight; it was like pitting a calico kitten against a fucking rottweiler.
Barely even pausing to take a breath, he turned, and ran as fast as humanly possible toward the main exit of OSH. He kind of felt like living to have grandchildren.
'Huh, guess what they say is true about bully's being cowards...Though, I seem to have that effect on a lot of jerk wads...' Sweat dropping, Gohan laughed a little at the thought.
"Wha-?"
Turning his head toward the very quiet, awe stricken sound, the demi teen gulped a bit at seeing a blonde with coke-bottle glasses staring at him. There was only silence for a few minutes, until a lollipop slipped out of her slack mouth and clattered softly to the floor.
"Uhh, I eat a lot of protein, and ummm, play sports...yeeaahh. Nice weather we're having, don't you think?"
Walking swiftly away after his nervous comment, he didn't notice the blonde taking off her glasses, blinking her eyes, and then muttering something about getting her prescription checked.
A Few Minutes Later
Gohan knocked quickly on the door of his first period class and peeked through the small rectangular window...
...And backed up sharply when it was opened by the teacher, allowing him to enter. Not wanting to meet the inquisitive eyes of the students inside, he kept his stare flat on the floor and trailed quietly after Mr. Hacteer, as the older man sat himself in a large front desk.
"Ms. Rubil called down that I would be receiving a new student by the name of Son, Gohan. You're him correct?"
The dark haired boy bobbed his head yes in response.
"Despite the fact that you are new, I must follow procedure and mark you tardy. It won't affect anything I assure you, and,"
He glanced down at the file information in his hands and his usually stern countenance brightened slightly,
"You seem to be the student who passed our entrance exams at genius standards. It says here you have an I.Q. of 185 and yet you live in an isolated area near the mountains...Ha, must have had a lot of time to read and write, then?"
"My mother is a strict lady. She insisted I study as much as a scholar would."
Making a 'hmpf' sound, the older man adjusted his thick rimmed glasses and stood up suddenly. Then he gathered everyone's attention and said,
"Class, we have a new student, who, as it seems, scored a perfect on the OSH entrance exams. His standards should be the ones you aspire to; I wouldn't have to work another day in my life then."
Waving a hand towards the now, thoroughly red faced young man, he spoke again,
"Would you like to introduce yourself?"
"Ye-ah, my name's uhhh, Son Gohan and...ummm, that's all."
Scratching the back of his head, he hurried up to the only empty seat that had caught his eye...Located next to one, Videl Satan.
Yeah, but he sure as hell didn't know that.
Note- Hehe, wonder what's gonna happen when they finally do meet? If any one can tell me what Hacteer is a mixed up word for, they get another one of my free Happy cookies and lots more praise.
Neptunes Tsunami gets a happy cookie for being such a smart egg! He he.