Jeez I'm running out of random things to say. Oh no I hear you all shout. But don't worry I'm sure I'll come up with something. I really am spending too much time on if my grades drop I will be so dead. So bear with me. I think I'm going a damn lot faster than most fics out there; well the ones with long chapters anyway. Ehhh. Can't wait for the weekend. No Saturday school this week yayness (phrase from Psycho Dragon Lover who has by the way updated her bio page- see I do pay attention) Can't wait for a lie in but then wait no I have to get up to go and feed my pony drugs in the hope that she will get better, something which she is currently not doing. WHY WON'T SHE GET BETTER? (Sighs) well I guess I'll just have to deal because I don't think she's going to be back on form for a few months T-T. Yey, a smiley, I'm only just learning how to do them.

Oh and by the way you lot (humph) I started an English essay today and thanks to I just couldn't write in a formal tone, grrr. But I wouldn't stop writing my stories for the world anyway so no worries...well maybe for the world but hey that's a pretty hefty offer you have to admit. Know what I'm saying? And talking about saying, here's a quote from friends

'Monica: Also, just so you know, I'm not making a turkey this year.
Joey: What?
Monica: Well, Phoebe doesn't eat turkey...
Joey: Phoebe!
Phoebe: Turkey's are beautiful, intelligent animals.
Joey: No they're not! They're ugly and stupid and delicious!'

He He so funny!

Disclaimer: No I don't own DBZ...alright fine, and I don't own Friends either (sniffs) are you trying to upset me?

Chapter Five

"Look. Who's that?"

"Where?"

"There. Next to Satan Videl."

"Videl really."

"Who is he? That is so unfair."

Whispers followed Gohan and Videl from the moment they set foot inside the school building. Gohan strolled along in awe of his surroundings, after all having never been to school he was fascinated, but Videl was all too aware of the prying, gossip ridden tongues of the school social body.

A gang of ogling girls staggered towards the pair down the locker lined hall.

"TTT", whispered the obvious leader quietly and had Gohan not been part Saiyan he wouldn't have picked it up.

The boy smiled dubiously at the gaggle of girls as they strutted past, smiles fixed in place, eyes glued to the unfortunate demi saiyan, projecting their breasts out as far as they could. Frowning uncertainly, Gohan turned to Videl, his only source of information in this strange new world of short skirts and batting eyelids that seemed to be following him.

"Ehh Videl...What's TTT?" he muttered, unsure as to whether he should ask. It might be a girly thing after all. Videl spluttered at him in shock...then again, she thought, I shouldn't be surprised at his naivety.

She delayed response by stuttering in surprise, "W...where did you get that from?"

"Well those girls...", he glanced back at them accusingly then seeing that they were no longer in sight, shrugged his shoulders apologetically in Videl's direction.

"It means tits, teeth and tummy", she murmured back quickly, as though spitting out a bitter taste, avoiding Gohan's eye, cheeks flushing a flattering shade of pink, "It's what the popular girls do when they see a boy they like, stick their boobs out, smile and suck there stomachs in."

It was Gohan's turn to blush.

"Ehh...oh...ok. Um, but Videl, you don't do any of those things."

Videl smiled affectionately up at the boy but then quickly wished she hadn't when the whole corridor dived into hushed conversations. It was perfectly clear what they were talking about none of them were subtle and their carelessly hidden glances were enough to give them away.

"That's because I'm not a bone headed idiot", sighed Videl, massaging her forehead in frustration. She was going to have a major headache by the end of the day at this rate. "And besides, I said popular. Yeah I know", she carried on quickly seeing a bewildered Gohan was about to interrupt, "technically I'm popular, but that's just because of my Dad. It's the friends who know me for who I am that I value, not what I am."

Gohan nodded sagely, "I know. I wish my friends would judge me for who I was. I don't see why things couldn't go on like before after", he pulled up short seeing Videl's hungry eyes. He'd almost blurted everything out. Now was definitely not the place with all those eyes and gluttonous ears just waiting to be fed. He averted his gaze and Videl huffed, blowing her fringe into the air in annoyance. Oh well. That was close at least, he'd tell her soon.

"C'mon. We'll have to take you to the office first. They'll want a little more information out of you though they won't reject you whatever you're like. This is a state school after all."

"Yeah so how come..." he never got to finish.

"Yes I know my Dad could afford to go private but I told him that this was what I wanted. I just want to be as normal as possible you know."

"Tell me about it."

Gohan rolled his eyes. He and his companions were anything but normal.

Gohan sat at the desk and twiddled his thumbs in the same way he had been doing for the last hour. The school had wanted to test his ability once they found out he had been home schooled. Gohan had of course finished the exam in less than half the time and for the last fifteen minutes had been waiting for his result. He'd been told that they'd mark the paper as quickly as possible but then there was quick and there was Saiyan quick. Vidal had had to go to her classes though not without throwing him an apologetic look. They didn't test everybody so she hadn't known to warn him.

The teachers were watching him through window in the top of the door that led to the adjacent office. Gohan shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny and peered around the unattractive classroom with rows and rows of graffitied desks bedecked with small piles of used gum to avoid their eyes. No wonder kids hated school when it was a dump like this. Why were those teachers looking at him like that? Had he done something wrong? Gohan didn't think he had but then who knew the rules this prison camp had. Well it couldn't be as bad as his mother's strict, military regime.

He needn't have been worried. The teachers couldn't help but gape at the boy before them. Full marks! He'd got full marls? This was unbelievable. This kid could get their ratings up by miles. Maybe they'd get a bonus. God was really watching out for them.

Up on the lookout Dende looked over his shoulder in the direction of the Earth blow and scratched his nose.

"Someone's talking about me!"

Knock! Knock!

The teacher glanced round in surprise at the interruption and the drymarker in his hand clattered to the floor. Videl didn't even lift her head off her arms. She wished this were her first lesson instead of second; then she would have had a chance to sleep earlier. As long as they made no noise the Geography professor didn't care what the class did. Chances were they would all fail anyway.

No one in the class had reacted to the disruption. It was more likely to be some practical joker tapping his desk than any real visitor. And so it was that no one was really aware of the door opening and the pair of individuals stepping inside.

The door slammed shut and heads, leapt from desks at the sudden crash.

"Huh wazzat?"

"Mummy. Go away I'm trying to sleep." Thick blushes followed this comment, and several sniggers but these quickly died down as all turned their attentions to the curious happenings before them.

Videl glanced blearily towards the front of the classroom. What she saw was enough to snap her out her daze. 'How'd he get here so fast?' she wondered still wiping the sleep from her eyes, "I only left him two hours ago. Before registration.'

Gohan shuffled sheepishly from side to side and tried not to be noticed. For once he wished his ears weren't so sensitive.

"Oh isn't he cute."

"So hot."

"I bag him."

"No you don't."

His cheeks blushed red as he found himself unable to block out the idle banter of the classes female population. He focused on the secretary who had delivered him to the classroom and was whispering fervently with the Gography teacher shooting Gohan the occasional astounded glance. But on hearting their words, Gohan paled visibly. He had just stood out way too far for someone who was trying to blend in.

"FULL MARKS!?!" bellowed Mr Lacey spraying the secretary with globules of spittle. Gohan winced both at the volume of the screech and at the words themselves. The whole class, shocked as they were, had heard every word, though they'd have had difficulty not. Mr Lacey hadn't been worked into such a frenzy since, well, ever.

The blonde secretary tried to avoid stereotypical bimboness by slapping her hand firmly and promptly over the teachers gaping mouth but it was too late. The damage was done. So letting the stunned professor drop to the ground she shrugged at Gohan as though to say 'your problem now', took one glance around the class and left to paint her nails. Blonde and proud of it.

Seeing that the Geography teacher wasn't about to snap out of his daze anytime soon Gohan took a moment to gain his bearings, and that was when he saw Videl.

"Hi", he whispered, jogging over and taking a grateful seat next to her. She'd kept the space free in the hope that he'd join her class though in fact there were several different sets of pupils in her year group and he could have been in any of them. She was just lucky she supposed.

As the professor didn't look as if he was about to peel himself off the floor where he'd collapsed like a runny egg anytime soon the class spent the rest of the lesson in relaxing gossip that had Gohan sinking lower and lower in his seat until all you could see was a red island covered by erratically sprouting, black trees. Damn his ears.

On the upside apart from that little incident everything went well before lunch except for one moment in Math when Gohan was a little too clever for his age.

The teacher had obviously been trying to show off by proposing his that his class should be able to answer such a difficult equation.

"And so if we know that the remainder when f(x)2x³-px²x2 is divided by x-3 is -14 and when divided by x3 is 0 then, to find p, we can form equations and work backwards through the division..."

But that's when a puzzled Gohan had cut in.

"But sir?" he asked after his waving arm had been ignored, "Why not just use remainder theorem. It's much simpler and..."

The teacher glared at him.

"Do you want to teach this class new boy? Just because you're a genius doesn't give you the right to interrupt when I'm talking."

Gohan tried to stutter a response. Why was this idiot punishing him for being clever?

"Well come on up here. Come on!"

Gohan staggered to the front of the class and proceeded to tentatively write on the board making hurried calculations. The teachers' smirk grew so wide that Videl felt like hitting him. He shouldn't have been so arrogant.'

Within minutes Gohan was finished and standing back to survey his work. The teacher strode forwards grinning broadly.

"Tut tut. Wrong, wrong...huh?" the man stared in shock and then grabbing the pen from Gohan's limp grip scribbled some figures. When he was done he ran his fingers through his shining, greasy hair and scowled at Gohan, "Get back to your seat."

Gohan had hurried back amongst the cheers of his classmates, which only served to provoke the teacher further. So far in fact that professor spent the rest of the lesson plainly ignoring Gohan's existence. All the same that didn't stop Mr Presland from keeping Gohan behind at the end of the lesson and setting him extra homework.

The poor, frustrated demisaiyan stormed out of the classroom, towards the awaiting Videl, banging the door against the wall as he went.

"Grr. How unfair was that? I didn't so anything but...what?"

He turned to see what Videl and every other student in the hall was staring at including a terrified Mr Presland who had a nervous dribble of snot hanging from his nostril and his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpricks. The door had imbedded itself in the wall where Gohan had slammed it.

"Oops", tittered the demi saiyan self consciously, "Didn't know the walls were so thin!"

"What was that", yelled Videl as she and Gohan sat down with their trays in the dining hall.

"Um Videl."

She glanced around and saw the many staring faces of the crowd. Gohan waved bashfully at the spectators.

"Oh", said Videl, just as loudly blinking in surprise, "What was that Gohan?"

She pushed her face firmly towards the unfortunate boy, invading his personal space, as she whispered.

"Uh? Hu hu! Funny you should ask!" Gohan laughed apprehensively leaning away, "Guess I don't know my own strength."

"Your running out of time, you know. Speak soon or I will make you. I'm losing my patience."

And she plonked herself down in her seat to lose herself in the mysteries of school food. She eyed the dripping gloop, which sat in a pool of fat, suspiciously.

"What do we have here then?" she muttered.

It was almost as intricate as investigating Gohan. But sadly for her, her examinations were to be cut short by an unwanted source.

"Hey gorgeous. 'sup?" chimed a smarmy, self centred voice.

Well there went her fun. Arms slipped themselves slimily round Videl's waist.

"Sharpner if you don't take your hands of me I will kill you?" she stated bluntly. It was a fact after all.

"Your just saying that baby doll because you want to look tough. But I know what you really want. Me, who doesn't? Besides, you couldn't hurt me; I train at your Dad's gym and have even had a few lessons from the great man himself. My Dad has connections."

"Sharpener I don't like you. Will never like you. We'll never even be friends, get over yourself. I mean what I say. You are the most..."

But exactly what the most Sharpner was no one ever got to find out, for Gohan was out of his seat and had Sharpner hanging by the collar of shirt, feet trailing on the ground before anyone could blink.

"She said leave it", he growled lowering the blonde to the ground, his face filled with the ferocity that was absent from his voice, "So beat it."

The demi saiyan turned away, features softening as he looked down at his friend, "You ok?"

"Sure Gohan. But I could have dealt with that by myself you know."

Sharpner was bubbling with a mix of jealousy and embarrassment. This could seriously damage his reputation plus the git had his girl. He could see his gang whispering snide comments behind his back already. It was unlucky for Sharpner that the he was too arrogant to let his defeat stand. And so seeing Gohan's exposed back did the only thing he could think of.

Gohan twitched his head to the right and the attck went sailing over his shoulder. Sharpner overbalanced at the unexpected movement and tripped into Gohan's back. The demi saiyan didn't even flinch. Reaching up, Gohan grabbed hold of Sharpener's fist and squeezed, forcing the cocky boy to bite back squeals and tears of pain.

"I said go!" he uttered monotonously, the lack of emotion spreading more fear than anger could ever have done, and released the bimbo's hand.

Sharpner released an ugly snarl but this time did as Gohan said, backing off clutching his injury to his chest. He left the silent cafeteria, which burst into animated conversation at the retreat. Sharpner had got their attention though not in the way he liked. He watched Gohan and Videl laughing together back at the table as Sharpner's gang slunk, pitifully towards the doorway where their leader hid.

"I'll get you, Gohan", growled the blonde, "Strength isn't the only way to hurt someone."

Dun, dun, dun!!! Sharpner said something intelligent? By the way I spell the names how I like so if you have any preferences put them in your reviews. Reviews, which you will be sending. It takes me a lot longer to write this and check this than it does for you to read it.

Btw I think I'm going to write a solution as to how Videl and Sharpner became friends. I could never understand it in the series. She seems to hate him yet they act like friends. Weird, yep, yep, yep. Well hoped you liked. I think this is the first time I've actually left you in suspense. Well you'll just have to wait for the next instalment of Dragonball Z...just kidding; I hate it when they say that at the end of episodes. Oh and by the way, not that your interested just so you know, that math question only partly works, I made some of it up. What a fascinating life I have. Eh hem. Don't answer that one.

Well bu-bye now, good-bye, sayonara, ciaou...toodles

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