Gohan strode down one of the many boring hallways of Orange Star High, greeting students as he went by. The lockers had now been painted a garish blue that clashed with absolutely everything else in the corridors. The principal seemed to deem it necessary to alter the decor every year, or at least some part of it, and this time it was the lockers' turn.
He wore his usual, untidy look to work every morning, not particularly out of his choice in particular though, but he did enjoy it. He didn't even own a suit anymore, and the principal and higher authorities allowed his unkempt appearance to go on. He never had time in the morning to shave properly, he dressed on the way to work in his car, which he used due to the fact that, although someone seeing a man seemingly disappear is acceptable once in while, he couldn't exactly go about doing it every day from the same place. His shirt always found its way out from its position tucked into the top of his pants, normally by his own hand, as he felt uncomfortable with its restriciveness. The amount he had done for, and contributed to the school almost gave him free reign over the school. He certainly was an influential and powerful figure inside those walls, a reputation built in his nine or so years there.
This first day of the year certainly had proved rather interesting. He had been informed of the new teachers that were beginning, all either old or male, or both. No real interest to him, unless of course for a chat now and again. He had also been informed of the trainee English teacher that was to be starting out soon. The principal, Mrs Thompson, had failed to mention that this trainee was both young, and female, she probably didn't want him to ensnare her like he had so many others, and hoped he wouldn't even see her if he wasn't looking for her in the first place.
As if that was going to happen. She was the hottest thing he had seen in a long time, a very long time. Fresh out of college no doubt, probably not a day over twenty one, twenty two at most, if he was not mistaken.
The clothes, consisting of a long skirt and baggy blouse, along with the hair pulled up into a neat bun, gave the impression she didn't take too kindly to men lusting after her. However, the clothes had given the wrong impression to Gohan. He sensed a 'school-ma'amish' vibe coming off of her, and he definitely liked that sort of thing, if the opportunity was there for it. Plenty of other teachers he had met had gone for the same look, and that hadn't stopped him. She didn't appear to be wearing any make-up, probably thinking that without, she seemed less attractive. Gohan thought the opposite. Make-up might actually detract from her attractiveness, she looked that good. He had instantly seen through the disguise and defences she had erected around herself.
He now regretted his earlier comment to himself. She was not 'hot'. She was beautiful. He couldn't remember the last time he thought that. Maybe he never had. All he knew was that he wanted her, to take her. Something stirred deeper inside him, but he forcibly pushed it aside, it was something he definitely did not understand.
It would be easy for him to have her, she was younger, and his presence and reputation around the school preceeded him. She wouldn't be able to avoid him, no matter where she was. He decided to make a little alteration to his tactics though. Perhaps if he waited a while, just to see if he could. He knew he could go without sex, it wasn't as though he was addicted to it or anything, it was getting too easy anyway. Chrstmas was his target. She was captivating, more so than any other he had met in a long time, longer than he could remember in fact, and he wanted to test out his limits in this area.
He strolled casually into his classroom where he took registration. He had a new class this year, and some were already sat around the laboratory. He had the best one in the school, to teach his advanced classes, where he only took the best. His form, however, were whatever he was allocated by the principal. This year then, he would have one of the new, younger classes, full of anoying brats who he would have to coach through their years at the establishment. Great. Not that he minded kids that much, he just had so much to do.
He sighed as the few students left outside filtered into the large room. Time to become the caring mentor.
Four agonising hours later it was time for lunch, Gohan's stomach already rumbling, attracting the attention of a few around him. With a carefree smile he waved away their interest in his internals, and turned, ready for his portion of the school canteen's ever so delightful choice of the day. Taking his more than generous helping allocated to him as a teacher, which he obtained for free, of course, he sat down with what was in reality, to him at least, an almost non-existent meal.
Looking over at the double doors leading into the large room, he spotted the newsest object of his desires walk in along with a former one. Ah, yes, he remembered Miss Kendry well, she hadn't been all that long ago, perhaps a year. She was older than him, but started long after, and she had sunk her claws into him quickly. No one had explained about Gohan to her, and she didn't realise that it was in fact he who had ensnared her.
He allowed his eyes to linger on her accomplice for a little longer than would normally be expected, along with the rest of the males in the chamber. He quickly averted them as she turned to him, as she sensed his gaze upon her, but allowed them to remain long enough for her to know that he was looking.
She walked with such grace and poise, and held her head up high, unashamed of herself, just self aware. The way her hips moved and swayed remained in his mind, taunting him. It would be so easy to just walk over there, set himself down beside her and turn on the charm for her. That wouldn't just be easy though, it would be too easy. But no, he didn't want to do that quite yet. He felt that she was probably worth waiting for, and maybe this was the change in approach that he needed to liven things up a little.
She sat down with her face towards him, Miss Kendry's back facing him. She kept glancing up at Gohan, much to his approval, obviously checking whether he was still looking. He kept his eyes firmly placed downward onto his plate, not wanting to give her any more hope, not just yet. His gaze at her as she walked in had clearly had its desired effect.
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Videl couldn't help but think that Professor Son, or Doctor Son, or whatever he was, only averted his eyes at that late stage on purpose, to suggest some things to her overactive and over working brain. She never liked to say it herself, because she never wanted to seem like she was boasting or big headed, but she was beautiful. Even when she went around in those baggy fighting clothes, people would often tell her of it.
From what Miss Kendry had told her, Videl was likely to soon fall under the charm of Gohan, as he had undoubtedly spotted her that morning, and he never gave up the chance for a good looking woman.
In truth she was intrigued. Would she succumb to his charms like so many others had before her? Or would her general apathy towards men continue on? Despite the fact that Videl knew him to be a serial womaniser, a one night stand merchant, and all round general bastard towards women in the emotional stakes, she found herself still wanting him. She would actually be happy to spend one night with him, and then listen intently to the cock and bull story he would undoubtedly come out with the next morning, probably about how hard it is for him to form meaningful relationships. If he even stayed around to tell her that story, that is. Perhaps she could be the one who he finally decided was worth more to him than a one night stand. Perhaps she could be the one to tame him.
She wanted to stop thinking of him like this but found that as hard as she may try, she just could not achieve that feat of mind control, as simple as it may sound. She had never been that bothered by men or relationships, just the odd one interspersed within her time at university, none of them resulting in much in the way of happiness or enjoyment. Why now? Why Gohan?
She continued stealing glances at him as he ate, now reading a paper set down on the table beside his tray, glasses almost slipping off the end of his nose. She sighed and bit down on her botton lip softly as he moved an arm up to reposition them, even this simple and incredibly unerotic action sending her a little off balance both emotionally and physically.
She tried to concentrate harder on what her companion was saying as he rose, placed his tray where they were supposed to go and strode confidently out of the room. As he passed, she was almost ecstatic to notice the small look her gave her and the small smile that went with it. She shook her head almost violently. Get a grip on yourself! Was what she heard reverberating around her mind, cries from the sane and still conscious part of her brain.
That afternoon's lessons passed by both slowly and fairly boringly for all involved at the school, except for advanced chemistry, where Gohan often displayed a series of dangerous reactions, not only at the start of the year, but all of the way through it, resulting in an array of explosions, some felt on the ooposite side of the school.
In the afternoons, particularly at the beginning of the week, Gohan visited the gym at the school. Not that he needed the exercise or training of that form to increase his power and fitness though, even the maximum weights of all of the stations put together wouldn't feel like any more than a grain of sand, but simply because it actually relaxed him. Flying about, firing ki blasts at mountains might make your power skyrocket, but it was anything but relaxing.
So here he was, steadily lifting the maximum weight possible on the bench press, completely alone, all of the students having already left for their homes and family. Gohan tilted his head over to the side while continuing to move the weights as the door creaked open.
He smirked as he saw her walk in, looking around the room to see if she would be having any company. His smirk grew triumphant as he spotted her notice his presence, and promptly began to get a bit flustered, probably due to the vest that revealed a little more of him than she was expecting.
"Sorry...I didn't think...I'll go." She turned, seeming a bit unstable on her feet.
"No, its fine." Gohan reassured her. "I could do with some company."
She seemed a little more appeased at this. "You sure?"
"Yes, it's massive in here, I get a little lonely on my own sometimes." Gohan looked her up and down for the first time, and his jaw almost gaped wide open. She had a pair of very revealing cycling shorts on and a white tank top that didn't hide much either, and her hair was down, in a lazily done pony tail. His eyes trailed her body, over her well developed legs and thighs, rounded hips and thin waist, and up her chest. She was so perfectly proportioned and shaped for her size that it hurt him to look at her and think that he had stupidly set himself a target of resisting, when he could have her right now.
The contrast between her teaching and training attire was a stark one. Her toned muscles, something Gohan had not been able to glimpse through her long skirt and baggy blouse were now fully revealed to him, and it was obvious that not only was she impeccably well trained in fitness, but also very physically strong. Luckily, she had kept well clear of the boundary where women began to lose femininity and become something neither here nor there.
He caught himself quickly before it became too obvious what he was thinking of doing with her at that moment, and allowed that carefree smile that was often present to emerge once again. "Do you know what you're doing in here?"
"Well, most of the equipment I've used before, but this running machine, I can honestly say that I've never seen one like it."
Gohan smiled. She wouldn't have. He had taken it from Bulma after she had finished tweaking it, it was a prototype, something that would not be out in the public domain for a good while yet. He had the newer model at home, he gave this one to the school, after receiving that one. He beckoned her on to it, and fired it up.
She began walking slowly, and quickened her pace with the tread. The woman turned her head to Gohan, her confidence returning as he gave her a questioning raised eyebrow.
"Sure is smooth. Where did the school get this? I know it isn't short of money, but this thing must of cost a fortune."
Gohan leapt into the explanation of the treadmill, and this somehow led into a discussion of martial arts, and this obviously gave Gohan the explanantion to Videl's well toned body, and vice versa, and before long, they were interrupted by a janitor telling them that it was gone seven, and that they had to piss off. After changing out of their dirty clothes, Gohan walked Videl to her car slowly.
"You know Gohan, you're nothing like what I expected you to be like."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well, I thought that you were going to hit on me for a start."
"Let me guess, Miss Kendry, along with the majority of the females on this faculty gave you that idea."
"Yep. I thought that you would be all over me, but you actually put me at ease, I enjoyed talking with you."
"I don't go after people I really like straight away." He told her, straight into her eyes.
Videl blushed a little, at the obviousness of his comment. "You're hitting on me now, aren't you?" She questioned.
He began backing away slowly towards his own car. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'll let you decide that one for yourself."
"It won't work on me Gohan. I'm not like other women."
"I know." With a smile, he left her shaking her head, stood alone by her car in an almost empty car park.