"Hey! Back off you dumb shit!" Gohan's friend Sam shouted to the enraged male before her. Gohan was still resolutely standing his ground, that uncharacteristic smirk still present on his face.

Currently, the tall male was actually enjoying himself, if he were simply a human, he could have a challenge set before him. His true self however, the side of him that was kept secret from almost everyone that knew him would have no trouble, he could knock them all over with a sneeze. And that sort of put a dampener on the whole situation. It would be so easy to snap each one of their necks.

But no, they didn't quite deserve that yet. For now, he would simply subdue them, humiliate them, show them exactly who they were dealing with. It was just a shame that this had been forced to wait almost the entire course of high school.

That was how long it had taken for Gohan's resolve to shatter.

"What the hell did you just call me?!" The 'dumb shit' shouted. Sam moved right in front of Gohan, perhaps thinking that the sportsman wouldn't dare to hit a girl. He knew that there was a flaw in her thinking, and a major one. If Gohan didn't step in, she would receive a fair beating, whether she was a male or a female.

The half saiyan placed an arm softly on her shoulder, to hold the girl back, but she was in full flow and shrugged him off immediately. She strode forward a few paces, to meet him halfway. By this point, the surrounding people had stopped in their tracks completely, following the action closely.

"I'm telling you that you are as thick as pig shit! Maybe if you stopped rolling around with men all of the time on a football field you might learn something and actually be able to do something with your life. You'd better not throw anything else at me."

"Or what?" He mocked.

The girl was flustered. What could she do? She took a moment to think, before coming up with an answer. As she began to speak, she realised how truly stupid it sounded. "I'll tell!" She screamed at him.

Her enemy burst out laughing, along with his friends. After recapturing his lost composure, he retorted. "You'll tell, huh? My mom's a teacher here. There's absolutely nothing that they can do to me."

The young woman was now angry beyond belief, and did the only thing that she could imagine making any difference. She pulled back her hand, and tried in vain to slap him across the cheek.

He was far too fast for her untrained body, and leaned back from the path of the blow with consummate ease.

"Bitch!!" He was outraged himself now, and swung back at her, but his own hand was formed into a strong fist.

Luckily for Sam, the friend behind was definitely not a normal boy. She cowered below a fist held steady still a foot from her face, and followed the arm down the wrist to the forearm, where a hand was wrapped tightly around it.

Videl stared at the scene before her, amazed at how it had unfolded. She was horrified to see that her boyfriend was so willing to hit a girl, even in the heat of the moment. Would he ever do that to her, the one that he 'loved'?

Her focus was on Gohan however, and at the fact that she had not even seem him move. One minute he was watching everything from ten feet away, the next he was in between the feuding pair.

She was closer to it now, and could clearly see Gohan's hand and arm. The long, strong looking fingers were enveloping Matthew's large arm, the ends digging in causing obvious pain, as seen on his face. It seemed as though the bully was trying to free himself, but was unable to.

The blue eyed girl wondered what strength a person must possess to so easily be able to contain a virtually fully grown man, and a fairly strong one at that, such was the look of ease on his face.

She studied the abnormally large hands, and traced along his slim wrists and slender but muscular forearms. The blood vessels were clearly evident beneath the skin all of the way along his arm, dozens of arteries and veins drawing a spider's web over his arm indicating the low body fat and well developed muscles.

Her gaze slowly travelled up to his handsome face, and she was shocked at what she saw. She looked around, and noticed that no one else quite saw the danger in this situation. Gohan's eyes were burning, and he looked way past furious. His dark orbs held nothing but murderous intent.

Since no one else was doing anything to halt these dangerous circumstances and since her boyfriend looked as though he was soon to burst out in tears, she decided to take action.

"Gohan! Please stop it."

The sound of her angelic voice calling out his name drifted into the saiyans's ears and he instantly snapped from his crazed mood. He originally intended to allow Sam to maintain her little war of words, but didn't think that she would actually resort to violence. But even so, if she had done worse, even kicked him in the crown jewels, he had no right to strike his friend.

When he was restraining his foe, he honestly felt like breaking the pathetic little arm at the elbow, maybe even snapping it off completely. It had taken all of his might not to transform, but once again an attack on one of those that he cared for almost drove him to madness.

However, the sound of the beauty's utterance brought him back with a bump. That sound was so soothing to his troubled soul, and it always managed to calm him down. He snapped his head in her direction, and immediately dropped his hold on the arm, thrusting it away from himself, and in doing so knocking its owner to the ground once again. He stared deeply into her eyes, and he could barely fathom the myriad of emotions held within them at that time.

The only thing that he was certain of was that they didn't hold much emotion or care for the one that everyone thought that she cared about. Those feelings were transferred to himself, and he knew that she didn't want to do anything that she might regret later, at least for his own sake. As well as hers. Or so he hoped that was how she felt.

But he didn't care about her for the minute. His murderous intent had vanished, replaced with the dominating need to humiliate the one sat in front of him.