Videl continued to stare at the spot she had last seen the two males, completely transfixed. The older was obviously this Vegeta character, but of the other she had no idea. Could he be Vegeta's son? No of course not, the public would know about it, they always did. Trunks Briefs' face was almost as famous as his mother's, so why would this other son be so secretive. But then again, he was famous predominantly because he was Bulma Briefs' son, not Vegeta's. Could this other be an offspring from another relationship? No, she instantly surmised, there was absolutely no similarity between them that suggestd they were family, apart from the hair on end and the black eyes. But it wasn't as though there weren't huge differences between the two in terms of these features either. Vegeta had ridiculously long hair that added an extra foot onto his height, but the other's was slightly less egregious, and kept itself to normal standards that would be seen in public, usually however with a bucket load of gel, but not in his case. And the eyes were so opposing in their emotions. She had thought they were similar at first glance, both seeming to hold cold, hard feelings. As she recalled that pair of eyes however, she remembered something that stirred in the taller of the two as he stared her down, something that was obviously not present in Vegeta's. There was an underlying softness in them, the hardness was just a front to hide more emotions hidden underneath. How she could tell all this she did not know. She had never been much good at reading emotions before, so why know?

Someone suddenly piped up with a question. "Erm, Mrs Briefs, who was that?"

"You may all of heard of my husband Vegeta, he has gained quite the reputation in the media. The shorter of the two was him. The other was an old family friend, my Godson I suppose. I knew his father from a very early age." She seemed to think this was enough, inviting further questions.

"What's his name?" Videl mentally slapped on her forehead for her classmates stupidity. What did it matter? What are you going to do, track him down and ask to go out on a date? Her other classmates obviously didn't agree with her view as they all mumbled in agreement. They must just want a name to put to the face in their little fantasies. She did find herself concentrating intently on what Bulma was about to say though.

"His name is Gohan and he is the same age as the majority of you before you ask." This time she answered the question that was clearly about to be asked before it was. "Now let us continue the tour, we still have a fair distance to cover." She began striding away. The class hastily followed, they did not want to miss the opportunity of viewing firsthand some of Cpasule Corporation's newest prototypes that had been promised.

Videl's best friend Erasa nudged her in the side. "Wow Videl, did you see that guy?"

"Yes Erasa I have eyes, and incredibly I was looking in that direction." Videl answered in an exasperated and sarcastic tone.

Erasa, always with a smile replied back, "no need to be like that you know. So what did you think of him, huh?"

"You know I don't care about things like that, I'm just no inter-"

"ested. Nonsense! I saw you staring, and I heard the little noises you made, those little gasps. I was beginning to think you didn't have a sexual bone in your body at all."

Videl stared at her friend open mouthed. She didn't realise what she had just said. Clueless, absolutely clueless. "What does it matter, I don't think anyone in our year have even had sex Erasa, except a couple of slu-"

"Are you calling me what I think you're calling me?"

"Shut up Erasa you've never had sex."

"Uh huh, just ask Sharpener."

"He fell over on his stupid little duck feet that he can't stand up properly on, right on top of you in the supply cupboard and landed with his hand on your chest Erasa. That hardly counts."

"Shut up you. Anyway, back on topic, I know you liked what you saw, it just took the best to get you going didn't it? And did you see Videl?"

Videl pondered on what she was talking about, she hoped Erasa hadn't seen more than she should have. "See what?"

"That guy, Gohan, he looked right at you."

"Yeah so, I bet he looked at everyone."

"No, he didn't, just you. He was looking you up and down after you turned away. I bet he likes you." She teased.

"Be quiet Erasa, end of discussion." Videl was suddenly aware of herself reddening slightly again. Had she been the only one he had looked at?

"So what was that funny language, French or something?" Videl sighed, this was going to be a long day.

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"Did you see those kids? Ha, gawping at you. Silly little girls, I don't know how Bulma puts up with them and why she insists on doing these tours in MY home."

"The Gravity room is your home Vegeta. This is just a house you like to wander into every so often for more food. It is Bulma's father's afterall, it's not like you actually own anything in this world. But I have to agree with you, I couldn't put up with their stupid questions and ignorance. I'd end up ripping someone's head off."

"I bet you wouldn't rip that pretty little girls head off though would you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you, staring at that girl."

"So what, she was looking at me, I just looked back."

"Yeah looked into her eyes, then down her neck, around her shapely-"

"Stop Vegeta. Yes I was looking, she was a good looking girl."

"I didn't think you noticed those kinds of things."

"I'm not my father. I might be good hearted Vegeta, but I didn't take a blow that left me with no rational thought mechanisms to achieve it."

"The other girls were good to look at too, why didn't you look at them?"

'Because they weren't as good to look at as her.' He thought silently to himself. He thought back to her. He had felt the eyes of them all trail over him but had been drawn to hers, and only hers, instantly. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, perfect blue hues that went so well with her pitch black tresses that had flowed over her shoulders in two even pigtails. She seemed to be trying to conceal herself, and wore a simple large, white t-shirt that hid the undeniably perfect body that lay underneath. The spandex three quarter lengths contrasted this, as they clung to her slender legs impressively. Overall the attire seemed designed to give ease of movement. This, allied with the toned muscles that were visible and the confident posture her body took gave the impression she had experienced a great deal of physical training and exercise and was geared up to do more at any instant. Gohan's daydream was cut short by more of Vegeta's rambling.

"Don't you tell the woman about this, you hear. If she found about she'd probably think you were in love. You should of heard her after the boy was conceived." He proceeded with a high, prissy voice imitating Bulma. "Oh Vegeta, I love you, I never thought I'd find true love, blah blah. Nonsense! Pathetic Nonsense. There is no room in the world for love. Just procreation. That is all that matters. The continuation of the Saiya-Jin race." Gohan peered over at Vegeta who was now red in the face from his tirade. He would never say any of that in front of Bulma, and Gohan knew Vegeta did indeed believe love existed and he was deeply in love with her. "And heaven forbid your mother found out. I'd never hear the last of it. She'd be asking ME all about it. And the less contact I have with that harpy the better." Gohan couldn't care less about the insult to his mother, it was Vegeta's way, and he had quickly got used to it after he had first met him.

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It was now approaching September, a new school year was about to begin. Chchi had slowly come to the realisation that a note from the homeschool of Son Chichi stating her twin son and daughter were intelligent enough to teach classes at university let alone take them was not enough to get them a place there. She had therefore decided the best plan of action would be to send the two to highschool. Her ulterior motive was of course to steadily reacclimatise Gohan to general human contact. Mika had her friends from the local town, but she would be needed to keep Gohan in check. Therefore they would be attending highschool for the last two years of it's course to attain the needed qualifications. Gohan had protested viciously at the idea, despite Mika's support for her mother's idea. The argument had raged for almost an entire week, neither side backing down, until one final comment from Gohan about his mother controlling his life caused a slight upset to Chichi and she had stormed off crying, mutterings of only doing what's best emanating from her. Gohan had followed, and hastily agreed. Anything to shut her up. She had immediately stopped crying, as if she hadn't been doing it at all. Hmm...

So, Mika and Gohan were now prepared for the beginning of the term. Gohan was clad in what could be termed 'normal' clothes, out of a fighting gi or the tradtional things his mother bought him but Mika's attire was not something he approved of. As much as he had been assured by Bulma that what they wore was to be expected of people thir age, he was not so sure. Mika had always worn clothes that would have suited the city, but now they took on an altogether more feminine approach. Tight jeans and revealing tops that he was sure would attract the attentions of the wrong sort from the male half of the school populus.

They both set off together, flying towards Satan city, after giving their farewells to their mother and brother. The two flew in a comfortable silence, the twins always at ease with one another, possibly knowing each other better than any others did on the planet, despite thier differences. They were the only teenage demi-saiya-jins in the universe after all. The flight was fairly short, despite Mika's lack of flying practice in the last seven years, lasting only about thirty minutes. They landed a fair distance from the school, in a deserted street, and began the trek to the grounds.

"What happens today then?" Gohan asked bluntly.

"Didn't you listen to a word mom said?"

"Nope."

"Well, when we get there we'll need to report to the office. I think we have to take an exam with all the other new kids, then they allocate our classes on that. I'm guessing they'll put us in the advanced group, they won't skip us ahead though, no matter how good we do."

"Damn, I was hoping we might be too smart for this dump and they would just let us go on our merry way."

"You know, this place is pretty nice, really modern. You'd know if you came to the open day, but no, you're too busy for something as trivial as that."

"I was busy. I had stuff to do."

"You were sat around at home because you're just too plain lazy."

"Yeah yeah." Gohan turned so his eyes faced front. The school was now coming into view, looming up ahead. It was about four stories high, a rather large building resembling an archway on it's side, with a garish orange star on the front side of the structure. Other students were milling about, most in small groups, many at first seemed to be resembling small cliques that had been formed over years of schooling together. There were all the stereotypical high school students present, most denoted by their chosen clothing. The majority were wearing similar clothing to himself and Mika, but there were some with glaring differences. At the moment four or so males were passing him fairly silently, murmurings being emitted. They were clothed in all black, some had large leather boots, there were chains all over them, piercings, and they all seemed to have make-up on. Make-up on boys! He was about as surprised now as when Vegeta had been when he had found out men wore pink shirts on this planet. There were of course the obligatory sportsmen, wearing jackets emblazoned with the school's logo, and cheerleaders with similar markings. The two siblings made their way up to the front steps. They were receiving stares from a great deal of the surrounding teenagers, partly due to the fact that they were two new pupils, obviously twins, and partly due to the overwhelming good looks of the two. Luckily for Gohan none present in the vicinity were any of those who had glimpsed him at Capsule Corporation, it was a good job for the moment he didn't know it was the same school.

Proceeding to the office, Gohan held back and allowed Mika to take control, he wouldn't get very far if the secretary proved to be infuriatingly annoying. "Hi, I'm Son Mika and this is my brother Son Gohan. We're supposed to be starting today."

"Ah yes, you're the only new ones in this year group, just wait down the hall in the reception area, there should be enough seating."

"Ok, thanks a lot." The two carried on to the waiting area. There sat about a dozen others, all looked younger than they were. People mustn't switch schools so much when they get older they both thought. Most of the others seemed fairly nervous, but Gohan and Mika took up the two remaining seats and sat with the air and confidence about them that came naturally with their genetics and experiences in life. The fact that Chchi had educated them up to university level did no harm either. A few minutes later, a member of staff began taking students out of the area and leading them off to seperate rooms in terms of their age to take the tests. As the oldest, Mika and Gohan were left until last, but it wasn't long before they were led off. A teacher was already waiting in the small, cramped room that barely fitted the three desks that sat inside it. The teacher introduced herslef and motioned for them to sit down and handed out a paper to each of them. She then took a seat at the front. "You have an hour, I expect that will be sufficient time. Pencils are ready on your desks. Begin." Gohan turned over the sheet and read the instructions. Ah, multiple choice, the downfall of education systems all over the world. He then perused the questions. Piece of cake. He turned to Mika, an eyebrow raised. She returned with a grin. Obviously she thought it was easy stuff too, and he began lazily marking the boxes.

They finished witin a minute of each other, much to the teachers surprise very early, far early than the time allowed. They were permitted to talk between each other while the papers were graded automatically. "Full marks?" Gohan questioned.

"Naturally. Piece of cake."

"My sentiments exactly."

The teacher suddenly came over to them. "This is most unexpected. Now, I know neither of you cheated because I was watching you both the entire time, but you both scored 100."

The two looked at each other in mock surprise. "What an unexpected twist, who would have thought it?" Gohan mocked in his oft used sarcastic tone.

"Naturally this means you will be placed in the advanced classes for each of your subjects, except for physical education where the entire year group takes it together. That exam was fairly comprehensive, you will not need to take one for each individual subject."

"I should hope not." More of Gohan's insolence was showing through.

The teacher continued as though she had not heard him. You will be assigned a form class where you will be registered every morning and afternoon after lunch. From there you will make your way to you lessons, three in the morning and two in the afternoon. If you would follow me we can get your schedules and maps of the school." She led them back to the office, where she bade them farewell and left them with the secretary from earlier. She presented them with the promised schedules and maps and informed them of the location of their form room. Since it was the middle of the morning, they couldn't just walk right into classes, they had to wait until formroom after lunch. Therefore, two hours of waiting around doing absolutely nothing awaited them. They busied themselves for a while in reception, where Mika talked animatedly with the secretaries, and Gohan was happy enough to content himself with his own thoughts. Could he take two years of this? He knew university would be easier, the independence granted would allow him to keep himself from his peers, but here he would be around them constantly, all immature, ignorant to the world teenagers. He knew he was generalising, but in truth most of them were like that in some form or another. And his mother was probably expecting his to come home with a girlfriend! What a laugh. From what he had seen this morning, there wasn't anyone worth his effort in those terms. Not in the looks department, there had been plenty of more than half-decent looking girls here, but all of them instantly came across conceited, vain and immature. This was all gathered from first glance. He had always been able to do that. He had done it when he saw that girl too. How often had he caught himself daydreaming and thinking of her. Her image was burned onto his retinas. He knew from first glance she had been different. She seemed confident and proud, but that was a well-founded confidence and was not the girl thinking too highly of herself. But what were the chances of finding her in a world of over 6 billion people. All he knew was that she went to school in fairly close range of Wewst City, Bulma only invited schools fairly close. Of course he could of asked Bulma where that group had been from but he knew he would end up going after her. That was dangerous. He didn't need anyone worming their way into his affections, even as much as he wanted her to. He had built his barriers long ago, Goten and Trunks had squeezed in on obvious merits, they were family. It was insane, he didn't even know her name, but the last three months of his life had almost entirely been dominated by her.

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"Hey Videl, we've got a few newbies in our year this time." Erasa choked this out as she had just ran full pelt to catch up with her oldest friend.

"No I didn't, and I'm not too bothered. Why is it so important that you have to tell it to me first thing in the morning before even a proper hello." Videl replied. She really didn't care, just a few more to add to the ranks of this school's idiotic lot of students.

"Hello. Yeah, just two, brother and sister, twins apparently."

"Oh really?" She feigned interest for the sake of her popularity obsessed friend.

"Yeah, rumour has it both are incredibly hot. Boy and girl."

"I'm sure." Videl's recognition of 'hot' had changed in the last three months. Before then, she had always known when someone was good looking, but she wanted more than looks. No one had even remotely interseted her in the looks department since then though, after that incident at Capsule Corporation. She couldn't get him out of her head. Gohan. His name, that was all she knew, and that he was about sixteen, the same as her. But how would she ever find him. She had always promised herself she wouldn't ever go for looks, but would find someone she could truly love. Despite his incredible appearance, she knew there must be something more drawing her in. Perhaps she felt, or rather knew he was a person she could truly love, in spite of her young age, and that the feeling was reciprocated.


I think I'm getting better, my writing has improved and the chapters have got up to a better length. I'm using the word 'mom' over 'mum' because I can't imagine it being used in this world, it doesn't seem right. And the story is still in the alternative world of DBZ, not our world, the references to languages are just for clarification of things. Chapter seven might be up in a few days, I've already started writing it.