Lone Survivor:
Disclaimer: I do not own dragonball Z. I am merely using the characters and the concept to write fanfictions. So please don't sue me!!
A.N. Well, another day, another chapter! It's been hard to do though, because the tv's distracting me heheh Android saga yay! Goku learns to drive...hmmm..that's giving me some ideas! Well, on with the story! Oh, & 1 more thing just to verify:
".." = Conversations. '...' = Thoughts
Chapter 4: Interview with a vampire!.erm..I mean principle. ^-^
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the Son household was relatively quiet. Videl was peacefully dreaming, that is, until someone or something jumped on her bed, just missing her ribs. "VIDEL!! Come on! Time to get up sleepyhead!" Her eyes shot open to see the spiky haired little kid staring down at her. She had the strongest urge to whack him with her pillow, but decided against it and pulled the pillow over her face instead. Bad idea. Goten started to jump on the bed, annoying her further, and this time, he did get a pillow in his face. Videl heard a thump and sat up to see Goten sitting on the floor. To her surprise, he started to laugh and ran away.
'Weird kid,' she thought and yawned, stretching her arms. Suddenly, a pillow hit her in the face, hard, and she was knocked backwards.
"Pillow fight!" The pillow hit her again, and again, and again, until she finally came to her senses and grabbed it. Goten started to giggle hyperactively and grabbed Videl's pillow from the floor. Videl grinned and gripped the pillow she stole from Goten.
"Ok brat, you asked for it!" And so, the fight commenced.
Gohan yawned as his alarm ringed, and he quickly pressed the stop button. It was 8am, and he had a Saturday class in an hour. Plus, he had the task of escorting Videl to her interview. 'Great.' He muttered, and got out of bed. However, as he reached his door and opened it, he heard loud giggling from the room opposite, and gaped as his vision focused to see Videl in her PJ's, pillow fighting with Goten, who had several feathers on his head from Videl's pillow. Gohan watched from the doorway and smiled. 'Videl looks so happy for a change,' he thought as she fell backwards giggling and Goten pummelled her with his pillow. 'She looks so relaxed, and, well, different I guess.'
Videl managed to sit up again in-between her uncontrollable fit of giggles, and Goten grinned as he felt his brother's ki.
"Morning Gohan! Wanna pillow fight too?"
Videl immediately stopped giggling and turned to see Gohan standing in the doorway. She blushed slightly from seeing him there, wearing just pyjama bottoms. She saw his muscular upper body for the first time and nearly died. Gohan blushed too under her scrutiny and laughed nervously.
"Well I guess I'll go get breakfast. You two quiet down a little, mom's not up yet."
"Ok, I think I won that round Videl" Goten stuck his tongue out and Videl gave him one final whack with her pillow.
"OW! Hey! No fair! I was off-guard."
"Well, that was your fault then. Rule number 1: A Saiyan NEVER let's their guard down." Goten frowned and picked up his now ruined pillow.
"That's what Vegeta always says to Trunks." Videl smiled, 'at least someone's staying true to their blood.'
"Well, that's because it's true." She couldn't help but feel a little motherly in her tone of voice, and was glad that Gohan had left. 'The last thing I need is for him to see my sensitive side!'
By the time Videl had showered and found something to wear from the clothes that she still hadn't unpacked, it was 9.30. Gohan turned out to be a good cook she found, as he made tons of toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs. He poured himself some coffee, and Videl was curious as to what it tasted like.
"Does that taste as good as it smells?" Gohan looked up and passed her his cup.
"Try it and see for yourself. It's quite strong though cos I have it black." Her confused expression made him smile. "That means without milk."
He watched her as she sniffed the hot drink, closing her eyes as the aroma filled her nose. Then, she sipped some, and pulled a face. It was hot. Very hot. But, it had a weird and somewhat, more-ish taste.
"Well?" Gohan somehow knew from her expression that he'd be making another cup.
"It tastes, weird. I think I like it though." He smiled and poured some more for himself.
"You have that one then. Caffeine tends to wake me up in the morning, especially since I've got Saturday classes." His revelation didn't affect Videl, as she had no idea what Saturday classes even were, or why his tone was a little depressed.
"So, what's up with this interview? What do I have to do?" This was Gohan's chance to put his plans to work. Depending on how he explained the interview effected whether Videl got accepted into Orange Star High or not.
"Well, basically, you," he paused. 'Wait,' he told himself. 'I can't wreck Videl's future just cos I don't want her in the same school as me.' He frowned and sighed, while Videl waited impatiently for him to finish his sentence. "You speak to the head of the school, the principle. He'll probably ask you a few questions, take an entrance test, and then he'll tell you if you're accepted or not. Should only take a couple of hours."
She rolled he eyes and frowned. 'I don't even want to go to this stupid school. I want to train and become strong. But maybe this is the key to discovering Gohan's weaknesses. Hmmm. Might be useful afterall then.'
~Later~
Videl sat nervously in what Gohan had called the 'reception,' and listened to the annoying click of the secretary on her computer. The morning had been a chaotic rush, especially finding something to wear that ChiChi approved of. Videl looked down at the pink 'suit' she was now wearing and raised an eyebrow. She felt uncomfortable, and didn't like the various looks that people her age were giving her as they walked past. Besides, the shoes were killing her feet, and grips ChiChi had used to tame her wild hair were beginning to dig into her scalp. 'How much longer do I have to wait?" She complained in her thoughts, and sunk further down into her seat as she crossed her arms.
Ten minutes later, Videl's question was answered as a bald headed, chubby man wearing a brown suit of his own stepped out of his office. "So," he questioned the secretary. "Has our new student arrived yet?"
"She's right over there Mr.Benston." The secretary pointed at Videl, and the man frowned slightly.
"So then," he walked towards her and she stood up. "You must be Videl?" She nodded and Mr.Benston smiled, holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Principle Benston, head of Orange Star High." Videl looked at his hand and shrugged.
"Nice to meet you too I guess." The principle frowned and dropped his hand; his expression was puzzled as he exchanged glances with the secretary.
"Well, follow me into my office, and we'll start your interview."
The first thing Videl noticed was how small, stuffy, yet tidy Mr.Benston's office was. She sat down on the wooden chair near his mahogany desk, and he sat opposite her amongst all the piles of paper, stationary, and a laptop computer. "So," he put his hand out together infront of him and intercrossed his fingers. "Are you related to Son Gohan?" Videl made a face of disgust and nearly laughed.
"No!" Mr.Benston raised an eyebrow, and picked up a file where he began to fill in details as she answered his questions.
"So, what's your full name?"
"Videl Satan." The mention of her name made him frown, but he wrote it down anyway.
"And your age and date of birth?"
"I'm 17. Born on July 24th, 759." He scribbled that down too, and Videl folded her arms feeling bored.
"So, what brings you to Orange Star High?"
Videl shrugged, "ChiChi told me to come here."
"Aaah, Mrs.Son. Yes, she phoned me yesterday and was very determined to enrol you here. You'd be in the same class as Son Gohan if we did accept you here. Would that cause a problem? I presumed you were related."
"No, I'm staying with his family."
"I see. And your parents?"
"Are dead." Mr.Benston decided to abandon that subject, since Videl didn't eager look too eager to talk about it much.
"So," he finally put his pen down to change the subject as he handed her a sheet of paper. "What subjects from the list would you be interested in if you did come here." Videl read through the long list, everything seemed boring and pointless.
"I dunno," she finally said. "Nothing seems interesting."
"Well," Mr.Benston sighed. "What are your interests and hobbies?" She paused, 'what are my hobbies and interests?' She asked herself. Videl had never really thought about that before.
"Fighting and constructive things I guess." Her reply made the principle frown slightly.
"How do you feel about the arts? We encourage our students to take at least one humanitarian subject."
"Whatever." Mr.Benston sighed again; Videl wasn't exactly sociable.
"Well, from what I've heard, communication skills would be a must for you. How about history, or politics?"
"History sounds good." Mr.Benston smiled; finally he was making process. "And the sciences? We encourage at least 1. How about Biology and Physics, I think they would suit you well." She shrugged and he circled her, or rather, his subject choices on the form. "How are you at languages and English?"
"Well I'm speaking it now aren't I?"
"Yes well, can you speak any other languages? French, Spanish, German?"
"I speak Saiyan." Mr.Benston looked at her and laughed nervously.
"Very funny, maybe you should do performing arts? Yes, I'll put you down for that. Maybe expressing yourself will control that attitude. Art as well then." His talking turned into a mumble as he circled more subjects, and Videl shuffled in her seat.
"Well, so far, I've put you down for; English literature, maths, biology, physics, art, drama, history, geography, and gym. That sound okay?"
Videl shrugged again. She didn't remember agreeing to all of those subjects, and she didn't even know what most of them were either. But she wanted to leave, so she agreed to them anyway. "Is that it?" She asked coldly, and Mr.Benston smiled.
"Just sign here," he put a cross in a blue tinted box on the form, and handed her the pen. Videl looked at him blankly, and made an even bigger cross that filled that whole box. Mr.Benston smiled nervously.
"Well, interesting signature Videl. But, I'm pleased to say that you're halfway there before you can start here. First though, you have an entrance exam to take. It's just general knowledge so that we can put you in the appropriate classes."
"Fine," she replied, and he handed her a booklet and a pen.
"You can do the exam in here while I have lunch. I'll be back in an hour. Good luck!" He finally left, and Videl opened the first page, nearly fainting when she saw the questions.
Q1. 4 x 15 + 12 x 35 = ?
Videl banged her head on the desk, if it was one thing she hated, it was maths! 'This is ridiculous!' She told herself. 'Maths isn't for warriors! Don't these people have calculators?' She flicked back to the front page, which read:
NO CALCULATORES ALLOWED NO DICTIONARIES ALLOWED USE BLUE OR BLACK BALL POINT PENS WRITE YOUR ANSWERS IN THE BOOKLET IN THE SPACES PROVIDED ...etc
'What's the point in all this? I'm not thick!' Videl sighed and began to work out the maths sum, before working through the rest. She had to leave out one whole section, which contained questions such as;
Q23. What desert is Frypan Mountain located near?
Videl finally turned to the last page where she had to write 200 words describing something, so she described her trip to the mall with Bulma. "There!" She told no one in particular as she finished her 260word essay with the last full stop. "That should do it. What a waste of time." Just then, the principle returned and picked up the exam paper.
"How was it?"
"Fine I guess. A waste of time though really."
"I'm sure it was. I've brought some students to show you round." Videl nearly punched the guy when she saw Gohan enter the room, and then a shorter, blonde girl standing close behind him. "The school's quite empty today though, since it's the weekend. You'll find a few Saturday classes here and there, but most should be finishing up by now. Well, come back in about an hour, and I'll be able to give Videl her final details."
"Ok sir. C'mon Videl, this way." Videl followed Gohan out of the office where she could see the girl accompanying him fully. She was about 5`6, half an inch taller than Videl, and her blonde hair had been cut short. She reminded Videl of the girls who were taking abut her in the trendy shop at the mall, since she was wearing clothes that Bulma would've described as 'fashionable.' Gohan caught Videl staring at his friend, and smiled. "Videl, this is Eraza. Eraza, this is Videl." Eraza smiled sweetly, and Videl already faked another smile.
"Nice to meet you Videl! Gohan's told me a lot about you, so it's really cool to meet you!"
"Well, I've never heard of you before." Videl smirked when Eraza's smile dropped, and Gohan laughed nervously with his hand behind his head.
"Well we've only got an hour so let's go!" He walked ahead, and Eraza caught up with him, looping her arm in his. Videl watched how possessive and over-friendly Eraza was, and stood on the other side of Gohan, well away from the fashion victim.
Videl was able to verify the fact that she hated Eraza as Gohan gave her a tour of Orange Star High. Eraza made it clear that she liked Gohan, Videl could see it a mile away, even if Gohan couldn't. Eraza also tried to be nice to Videl, but Videl could see straight through her fakeness.
'I dunno who she thinks she is,' Videl frowned as Eraza walked ahead to her locker, swinging her hips as she did so. The fact that Gohan wasn't even watching made Videl smile though, and he finally had a proper conversation with her.
"So, who did the interview go?"
"I dunno. It was boring and that test was stupid. Plus that Benston guy kept babbling on about all these subjects I should take." Gohan cringed at the thought of Videl being in the same classes as him, and so, he decided to investigate further.
"Do you remember what subjects they were?" She shrugged and leaned against a locker, folding her arms.
"Can't remember. He did say that a lot of my classes would probably be with you or something like that." Gohan began to wish he'd told her his other explanation of an interview; a sparring match. Eraza finally returned with her cell phone in her hand.
"Sorry Gohan, but I've gotta love ya and leave ya." Videl pulled a face and wondered why Gohan was even wasting his time with the unworthy girl. "I'm going shopping with Lime in like, an hour. Cya Monday. Oh, and it was nice meeting you Videl. Hope to see you on Monday too. Bye!"
"Bye Eraza," Gohan waved as she left and Videl smiled, happy to finally 'ditch the bitch,' as she put it. "Oh, Lime's one of my friends. You'll probably see her on Monday." Videl frowned as Gohan walked ahead.
'Her? Her! How many girls does he know? No doubt she flaunts herself around Gohan too. Pathetic. It's a waste of time for both of them. Gohan doesn't even notice, and besides, they're unworthy of a Saiyan.' She suddenly paused in her thoughts and shook her head, hoping to shake them away. 'Videl, what are you thinking you baka! Why should you care if some slut's flirting with Gohan.' She smiled, glad to clear that up with herself, and followed Gohan back to the reception.
Videl once again sat in the principle's office as she waited for him to put the phone down. He finally did so, and he smiled as he opened up the test she'd done an hour ago.
"Well," he finally said and cleared his throat, something she noticed he did a lot. "You scored 56 out of 100, which is above average, but it's not great. However, it did mean that we found out you're a right brained student. That means that you're more creative and imaginative. Am I right?"
'How the hell am I 'sposed to know?' she asked herself, and shrugged. "I guess so."
"That means that you'll find yourself in higher classes for some subjects, but intermediate classes in others."
"Ok." She looked around the room with frustration. 'Not like I care mr.potato head, just skip to the point.' He shuffled the papers and clipped them together before smiling straight at Videl and once again clasping his hands together infront of him and clearing his throat.
"Well, other then that, I'm glad to finally welcome you to Orange Star High. I hope you enjoy learning here Videl." She couldn't believe it, after all that; she'd actually got in? 'I guess I better thank him,' she thought with a grin. 'Nah.'
"Ok. So when do I start?"
"Monday would be a good idea. You've already missed vital parts to your education, so you'll need to catch up as soon as possible."
"Ok, well, I guess I'll go now." She felt awkward, and the principle smiled.
"Nice meeting you, and I'll see you on Monday."
"Bye." She got up quickly and left, not wanting to be in the room anymore, and not wanting to ever go in that room again. Gohan waited for her outside, and Videl noticed that the secretary had left.
"Well?" He stood up as she walked towards him, and she couldn't stop the smile that tugged at the corners of her face.
"I got in." Videl nearly died when the sweetest and most genuine of smiles hit his face, and his arms lightly wrapped around her back, pulling her close, but not too close.
"Congratulations Videl! It's really hard to get in here you know. You must've aced it!" He let her go, and she almost stumbled backwards from the surprise hug.
'I can't believe he just did that,' she told herself. 'How dare he violate my personal space!'
She hadn't been hugged in a long time, and Gohan had felt the coldness as he did so, knowing immediately that it might've been a bad move. 'I can't believe I just did that! What came over me? I don't even like her! I didn't even WANT her to get accepted here! Gohan you fool! She'll hate me more than ever now!'
The weird silence was painful, and Videl scuffed her foot on the floor, until she couldn't bear the pain anymore. Gohan gaped at her as she kicked the heeled shoes off and rubbed her feet.
"There, I did warn Bulma I'd go bare foot before I wore them!" He was glad she'd decided to unknowingly lighten up the atmosphere, and he chuckled.
"A Saiyan warrior? Wearing heels? Now that's something."
"Can it." He chuckled again and Gohan hoped that she'd put the hug aside, for now at least, as a small brief smile appeared on her face. "Let's go, I'm sick of this place already."
~Even later~
ChiChi was happy, very happy, and also hugged Videl. "Now the only person I have left to educate is Goten! Oh, I'm so happy!" Videl nearly threw up, 'what's the big deal anyway? Anyone could've done that test!'
"I'm ordering pizza for this special occasion!" Goten and Goku cheered and Goten ran to get the pizza hut leaflet, already knowing what he was going to order. Gohan smiled; they'd have to use a whole van just for their order!
The Son family all sat in the lounge eating their pizza, which had arrived an hour after being ordered, so they only had to pay half price. Videl, who'd never had pizza before, discovered that she liked it very much, and wished she'd ordered more when she'd finally finished the last of her share. Terminator 2 was on tv, and Gohan, who'd seen the movie before over and over, glanced at Videl, who was very engrossed in the movie. Goten, however, had been ordered to go to bed as soon as it started, and ChiChi now had to comfort Goku as he sat huddled against her on the couch, as he hated the end scene. Videl began to associate the T1000 with Frieza; ' they're both killing machines,' she realised, 'but in a sense, so are Saiyans.' She couldn't deny herself the fact that she was beginning to enjoy staying with Sons, but she wondered if she'd still feel the same if The Sons were more barbaric and, well, more like true Saiyans. 'Well, I guess there's only one way to really find out.'
Disclaimer: I do not own dragonball Z. I am merely using the characters and the concept to write fanfictions. So please don't sue me!!
A.N. Well, another day, another chapter! It's been hard to do though, because the tv's distracting me heheh Android saga yay! Goku learns to drive...hmmm..that's giving me some ideas! Well, on with the story! Oh, & 1 more thing just to verify:
".." = Conversations. '...' = Thoughts
Chapter 4: Interview with a vampire!.erm..I mean principle. ^-^
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the Son household was relatively quiet. Videl was peacefully dreaming, that is, until someone or something jumped on her bed, just missing her ribs. "VIDEL!! Come on! Time to get up sleepyhead!" Her eyes shot open to see the spiky haired little kid staring down at her. She had the strongest urge to whack him with her pillow, but decided against it and pulled the pillow over her face instead. Bad idea. Goten started to jump on the bed, annoying her further, and this time, he did get a pillow in his face. Videl heard a thump and sat up to see Goten sitting on the floor. To her surprise, he started to laugh and ran away.
'Weird kid,' she thought and yawned, stretching her arms. Suddenly, a pillow hit her in the face, hard, and she was knocked backwards.
"Pillow fight!" The pillow hit her again, and again, and again, until she finally came to her senses and grabbed it. Goten started to giggle hyperactively and grabbed Videl's pillow from the floor. Videl grinned and gripped the pillow she stole from Goten.
"Ok brat, you asked for it!" And so, the fight commenced.
Gohan yawned as his alarm ringed, and he quickly pressed the stop button. It was 8am, and he had a Saturday class in an hour. Plus, he had the task of escorting Videl to her interview. 'Great.' He muttered, and got out of bed. However, as he reached his door and opened it, he heard loud giggling from the room opposite, and gaped as his vision focused to see Videl in her PJ's, pillow fighting with Goten, who had several feathers on his head from Videl's pillow. Gohan watched from the doorway and smiled. 'Videl looks so happy for a change,' he thought as she fell backwards giggling and Goten pummelled her with his pillow. 'She looks so relaxed, and, well, different I guess.'
Videl managed to sit up again in-between her uncontrollable fit of giggles, and Goten grinned as he felt his brother's ki.
"Morning Gohan! Wanna pillow fight too?"
Videl immediately stopped giggling and turned to see Gohan standing in the doorway. She blushed slightly from seeing him there, wearing just pyjama bottoms. She saw his muscular upper body for the first time and nearly died. Gohan blushed too under her scrutiny and laughed nervously.
"Well I guess I'll go get breakfast. You two quiet down a little, mom's not up yet."
"Ok, I think I won that round Videl" Goten stuck his tongue out and Videl gave him one final whack with her pillow.
"OW! Hey! No fair! I was off-guard."
"Well, that was your fault then. Rule number 1: A Saiyan NEVER let's their guard down." Goten frowned and picked up his now ruined pillow.
"That's what Vegeta always says to Trunks." Videl smiled, 'at least someone's staying true to their blood.'
"Well, that's because it's true." She couldn't help but feel a little motherly in her tone of voice, and was glad that Gohan had left. 'The last thing I need is for him to see my sensitive side!'
By the time Videl had showered and found something to wear from the clothes that she still hadn't unpacked, it was 9.30. Gohan turned out to be a good cook she found, as he made tons of toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs. He poured himself some coffee, and Videl was curious as to what it tasted like.
"Does that taste as good as it smells?" Gohan looked up and passed her his cup.
"Try it and see for yourself. It's quite strong though cos I have it black." Her confused expression made him smile. "That means without milk."
He watched her as she sniffed the hot drink, closing her eyes as the aroma filled her nose. Then, she sipped some, and pulled a face. It was hot. Very hot. But, it had a weird and somewhat, more-ish taste.
"Well?" Gohan somehow knew from her expression that he'd be making another cup.
"It tastes, weird. I think I like it though." He smiled and poured some more for himself.
"You have that one then. Caffeine tends to wake me up in the morning, especially since I've got Saturday classes." His revelation didn't affect Videl, as she had no idea what Saturday classes even were, or why his tone was a little depressed.
"So, what's up with this interview? What do I have to do?" This was Gohan's chance to put his plans to work. Depending on how he explained the interview effected whether Videl got accepted into Orange Star High or not.
"Well, basically, you," he paused. 'Wait,' he told himself. 'I can't wreck Videl's future just cos I don't want her in the same school as me.' He frowned and sighed, while Videl waited impatiently for him to finish his sentence. "You speak to the head of the school, the principle. He'll probably ask you a few questions, take an entrance test, and then he'll tell you if you're accepted or not. Should only take a couple of hours."
She rolled he eyes and frowned. 'I don't even want to go to this stupid school. I want to train and become strong. But maybe this is the key to discovering Gohan's weaknesses. Hmmm. Might be useful afterall then.'
~Later~
Videl sat nervously in what Gohan had called the 'reception,' and listened to the annoying click of the secretary on her computer. The morning had been a chaotic rush, especially finding something to wear that ChiChi approved of. Videl looked down at the pink 'suit' she was now wearing and raised an eyebrow. She felt uncomfortable, and didn't like the various looks that people her age were giving her as they walked past. Besides, the shoes were killing her feet, and grips ChiChi had used to tame her wild hair were beginning to dig into her scalp. 'How much longer do I have to wait?" She complained in her thoughts, and sunk further down into her seat as she crossed her arms.
Ten minutes later, Videl's question was answered as a bald headed, chubby man wearing a brown suit of his own stepped out of his office. "So," he questioned the secretary. "Has our new student arrived yet?"
"She's right over there Mr.Benston." The secretary pointed at Videl, and the man frowned slightly.
"So then," he walked towards her and she stood up. "You must be Videl?" She nodded and Mr.Benston smiled, holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Principle Benston, head of Orange Star High." Videl looked at his hand and shrugged.
"Nice to meet you too I guess." The principle frowned and dropped his hand; his expression was puzzled as he exchanged glances with the secretary.
"Well, follow me into my office, and we'll start your interview."
The first thing Videl noticed was how small, stuffy, yet tidy Mr.Benston's office was. She sat down on the wooden chair near his mahogany desk, and he sat opposite her amongst all the piles of paper, stationary, and a laptop computer. "So," he put his hand out together infront of him and intercrossed his fingers. "Are you related to Son Gohan?" Videl made a face of disgust and nearly laughed.
"No!" Mr.Benston raised an eyebrow, and picked up a file where he began to fill in details as she answered his questions.
"So, what's your full name?"
"Videl Satan." The mention of her name made him frown, but he wrote it down anyway.
"And your age and date of birth?"
"I'm 17. Born on July 24th, 759." He scribbled that down too, and Videl folded her arms feeling bored.
"So, what brings you to Orange Star High?"
Videl shrugged, "ChiChi told me to come here."
"Aaah, Mrs.Son. Yes, she phoned me yesterday and was very determined to enrol you here. You'd be in the same class as Son Gohan if we did accept you here. Would that cause a problem? I presumed you were related."
"No, I'm staying with his family."
"I see. And your parents?"
"Are dead." Mr.Benston decided to abandon that subject, since Videl didn't eager look too eager to talk about it much.
"So," he finally put his pen down to change the subject as he handed her a sheet of paper. "What subjects from the list would you be interested in if you did come here." Videl read through the long list, everything seemed boring and pointless.
"I dunno," she finally said. "Nothing seems interesting."
"Well," Mr.Benston sighed. "What are your interests and hobbies?" She paused, 'what are my hobbies and interests?' She asked herself. Videl had never really thought about that before.
"Fighting and constructive things I guess." Her reply made the principle frown slightly.
"How do you feel about the arts? We encourage our students to take at least one humanitarian subject."
"Whatever." Mr.Benston sighed again; Videl wasn't exactly sociable.
"Well, from what I've heard, communication skills would be a must for you. How about history, or politics?"
"History sounds good." Mr.Benston smiled; finally he was making process. "And the sciences? We encourage at least 1. How about Biology and Physics, I think they would suit you well." She shrugged and he circled her, or rather, his subject choices on the form. "How are you at languages and English?"
"Well I'm speaking it now aren't I?"
"Yes well, can you speak any other languages? French, Spanish, German?"
"I speak Saiyan." Mr.Benston looked at her and laughed nervously.
"Very funny, maybe you should do performing arts? Yes, I'll put you down for that. Maybe expressing yourself will control that attitude. Art as well then." His talking turned into a mumble as he circled more subjects, and Videl shuffled in her seat.
"Well, so far, I've put you down for; English literature, maths, biology, physics, art, drama, history, geography, and gym. That sound okay?"
Videl shrugged again. She didn't remember agreeing to all of those subjects, and she didn't even know what most of them were either. But she wanted to leave, so she agreed to them anyway. "Is that it?" She asked coldly, and Mr.Benston smiled.
"Just sign here," he put a cross in a blue tinted box on the form, and handed her the pen. Videl looked at him blankly, and made an even bigger cross that filled that whole box. Mr.Benston smiled nervously.
"Well, interesting signature Videl. But, I'm pleased to say that you're halfway there before you can start here. First though, you have an entrance exam to take. It's just general knowledge so that we can put you in the appropriate classes."
"Fine," she replied, and he handed her a booklet and a pen.
"You can do the exam in here while I have lunch. I'll be back in an hour. Good luck!" He finally left, and Videl opened the first page, nearly fainting when she saw the questions.
Q1. 4 x 15 + 12 x 35 = ?
Videl banged her head on the desk, if it was one thing she hated, it was maths! 'This is ridiculous!' She told herself. 'Maths isn't for warriors! Don't these people have calculators?' She flicked back to the front page, which read:
NO CALCULATORES ALLOWED NO DICTIONARIES ALLOWED USE BLUE OR BLACK BALL POINT PENS WRITE YOUR ANSWERS IN THE BOOKLET IN THE SPACES PROVIDED ...etc
'What's the point in all this? I'm not thick!' Videl sighed and began to work out the maths sum, before working through the rest. She had to leave out one whole section, which contained questions such as;
Q23. What desert is Frypan Mountain located near?
Videl finally turned to the last page where she had to write 200 words describing something, so she described her trip to the mall with Bulma. "There!" She told no one in particular as she finished her 260word essay with the last full stop. "That should do it. What a waste of time." Just then, the principle returned and picked up the exam paper.
"How was it?"
"Fine I guess. A waste of time though really."
"I'm sure it was. I've brought some students to show you round." Videl nearly punched the guy when she saw Gohan enter the room, and then a shorter, blonde girl standing close behind him. "The school's quite empty today though, since it's the weekend. You'll find a few Saturday classes here and there, but most should be finishing up by now. Well, come back in about an hour, and I'll be able to give Videl her final details."
"Ok sir. C'mon Videl, this way." Videl followed Gohan out of the office where she could see the girl accompanying him fully. She was about 5`6, half an inch taller than Videl, and her blonde hair had been cut short. She reminded Videl of the girls who were taking abut her in the trendy shop at the mall, since she was wearing clothes that Bulma would've described as 'fashionable.' Gohan caught Videl staring at his friend, and smiled. "Videl, this is Eraza. Eraza, this is Videl." Eraza smiled sweetly, and Videl already faked another smile.
"Nice to meet you Videl! Gohan's told me a lot about you, so it's really cool to meet you!"
"Well, I've never heard of you before." Videl smirked when Eraza's smile dropped, and Gohan laughed nervously with his hand behind his head.
"Well we've only got an hour so let's go!" He walked ahead, and Eraza caught up with him, looping her arm in his. Videl watched how possessive and over-friendly Eraza was, and stood on the other side of Gohan, well away from the fashion victim.
Videl was able to verify the fact that she hated Eraza as Gohan gave her a tour of Orange Star High. Eraza made it clear that she liked Gohan, Videl could see it a mile away, even if Gohan couldn't. Eraza also tried to be nice to Videl, but Videl could see straight through her fakeness.
'I dunno who she thinks she is,' Videl frowned as Eraza walked ahead to her locker, swinging her hips as she did so. The fact that Gohan wasn't even watching made Videl smile though, and he finally had a proper conversation with her.
"So, who did the interview go?"
"I dunno. It was boring and that test was stupid. Plus that Benston guy kept babbling on about all these subjects I should take." Gohan cringed at the thought of Videl being in the same classes as him, and so, he decided to investigate further.
"Do you remember what subjects they were?" She shrugged and leaned against a locker, folding her arms.
"Can't remember. He did say that a lot of my classes would probably be with you or something like that." Gohan began to wish he'd told her his other explanation of an interview; a sparring match. Eraza finally returned with her cell phone in her hand.
"Sorry Gohan, but I've gotta love ya and leave ya." Videl pulled a face and wondered why Gohan was even wasting his time with the unworthy girl. "I'm going shopping with Lime in like, an hour. Cya Monday. Oh, and it was nice meeting you Videl. Hope to see you on Monday too. Bye!"
"Bye Eraza," Gohan waved as she left and Videl smiled, happy to finally 'ditch the bitch,' as she put it. "Oh, Lime's one of my friends. You'll probably see her on Monday." Videl frowned as Gohan walked ahead.
'Her? Her! How many girls does he know? No doubt she flaunts herself around Gohan too. Pathetic. It's a waste of time for both of them. Gohan doesn't even notice, and besides, they're unworthy of a Saiyan.' She suddenly paused in her thoughts and shook her head, hoping to shake them away. 'Videl, what are you thinking you baka! Why should you care if some slut's flirting with Gohan.' She smiled, glad to clear that up with herself, and followed Gohan back to the reception.
Videl once again sat in the principle's office as she waited for him to put the phone down. He finally did so, and he smiled as he opened up the test she'd done an hour ago.
"Well," he finally said and cleared his throat, something she noticed he did a lot. "You scored 56 out of 100, which is above average, but it's not great. However, it did mean that we found out you're a right brained student. That means that you're more creative and imaginative. Am I right?"
'How the hell am I 'sposed to know?' she asked herself, and shrugged. "I guess so."
"That means that you'll find yourself in higher classes for some subjects, but intermediate classes in others."
"Ok." She looked around the room with frustration. 'Not like I care mr.potato head, just skip to the point.' He shuffled the papers and clipped them together before smiling straight at Videl and once again clasping his hands together infront of him and clearing his throat.
"Well, other then that, I'm glad to finally welcome you to Orange Star High. I hope you enjoy learning here Videl." She couldn't believe it, after all that; she'd actually got in? 'I guess I better thank him,' she thought with a grin. 'Nah.'
"Ok. So when do I start?"
"Monday would be a good idea. You've already missed vital parts to your education, so you'll need to catch up as soon as possible."
"Ok, well, I guess I'll go now." She felt awkward, and the principle smiled.
"Nice meeting you, and I'll see you on Monday."
"Bye." She got up quickly and left, not wanting to be in the room anymore, and not wanting to ever go in that room again. Gohan waited for her outside, and Videl noticed that the secretary had left.
"Well?" He stood up as she walked towards him, and she couldn't stop the smile that tugged at the corners of her face.
"I got in." Videl nearly died when the sweetest and most genuine of smiles hit his face, and his arms lightly wrapped around her back, pulling her close, but not too close.
"Congratulations Videl! It's really hard to get in here you know. You must've aced it!" He let her go, and she almost stumbled backwards from the surprise hug.
'I can't believe he just did that,' she told herself. 'How dare he violate my personal space!'
She hadn't been hugged in a long time, and Gohan had felt the coldness as he did so, knowing immediately that it might've been a bad move. 'I can't believe I just did that! What came over me? I don't even like her! I didn't even WANT her to get accepted here! Gohan you fool! She'll hate me more than ever now!'
The weird silence was painful, and Videl scuffed her foot on the floor, until she couldn't bear the pain anymore. Gohan gaped at her as she kicked the heeled shoes off and rubbed her feet.
"There, I did warn Bulma I'd go bare foot before I wore them!" He was glad she'd decided to unknowingly lighten up the atmosphere, and he chuckled.
"A Saiyan warrior? Wearing heels? Now that's something."
"Can it." He chuckled again and Gohan hoped that she'd put the hug aside, for now at least, as a small brief smile appeared on her face. "Let's go, I'm sick of this place already."
~Even later~
ChiChi was happy, very happy, and also hugged Videl. "Now the only person I have left to educate is Goten! Oh, I'm so happy!" Videl nearly threw up, 'what's the big deal anyway? Anyone could've done that test!'
"I'm ordering pizza for this special occasion!" Goten and Goku cheered and Goten ran to get the pizza hut leaflet, already knowing what he was going to order. Gohan smiled; they'd have to use a whole van just for their order!
The Son family all sat in the lounge eating their pizza, which had arrived an hour after being ordered, so they only had to pay half price. Videl, who'd never had pizza before, discovered that she liked it very much, and wished she'd ordered more when she'd finally finished the last of her share. Terminator 2 was on tv, and Gohan, who'd seen the movie before over and over, glanced at Videl, who was very engrossed in the movie. Goten, however, had been ordered to go to bed as soon as it started, and ChiChi now had to comfort Goku as he sat huddled against her on the couch, as he hated the end scene. Videl began to associate the T1000 with Frieza; ' they're both killing machines,' she realised, 'but in a sense, so are Saiyans.' She couldn't deny herself the fact that she was beginning to enjoy staying with Sons, but she wondered if she'd still feel the same if The Sons were more barbaric and, well, more like true Saiyans. 'Well, I guess there's only one way to really find out.'