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AN: Yes, Tammin, Erasa IS a possibility, but as to whom he'll end up with (not Videl), that's still up to the fates now. Rough schedule for Gohan is History, Math, Science, Lunch, Home Eco, Study Hall and Gym. Now … on to the Gohan-torture – some of it serious, some of it funny.

Class that had started with Mr. Shuu and had ended with Vegeta ended pretty much without any further comment from anyone – one thing that Gohan HAD noticed, though, was that Erasa was still staring at him; why, he wasn't sure, but it was starting to unnerve him just a touch, to say the least. Sure, he hadn't and still did not mind the thought of a pretty girl looking at him, but the slight tinge of fear, mixed with awe and something else he could not place, in her eyes was starting to get to him.

"What is it, Erasa?" His question jerked her out of her little world as they walked, without Videl and Sharpener, both of whom were suspiciously absent, down the halls to their next class, which was an elective called 'Home Economics' (something he suspected was his mother's doing).

Erasa blushed a little as she started to pay attention to the floor in front of her, "Well … Gohan … what happened back there?"

"Huh?"

"With Mr. Shuu, you looked like you wanted to rip his arm off and beat him with it." She looked up at him again, her eyes once again a mystery, "I mean, all he did was hit me on the hand with his crop – he's been doing that for years."

Deep in his stomach, Gohan felt a surge of anger erupt from his core and he wasn't exactly sure why – of course he was angry that a man like Shuu had been working with kids and doing this for a while now, but that fact alone didn't explain why he felt like introducing the man to his internal organs alphabetically. Was it Erasa? Was it something about her and their fast friendship that was doing this? "I see."

She just shrugged, though, and they continued walking, "Though I do have to admit, Gohan, you did kinda scare me for a second."

He nodded, "Yeah, I got that – it's not something I'm proud of, Erasa, but it's a byproduct of my training."

"Really?"

He nodded, "My sensei, my first one, taught me to use my emotions to fuel my … abilities and training, but later I learned that while that was good, sometimes it can be taken to an unhealthy extreme." As they approached the Home Economics room, his nose was assault with the smells of both triumph and failure in the forms of burned and savory smells, "A while back I learned that when I'm angry, I tend to be a very different person … especially when it's personal."

Erasa's blush deepened for a moment, "Thank you, Gohan." He blinked at this but then she seemed to shake it off, "So, why are you taking Home Economics? Mom says that if I'm going to survive, I need to learn this stuff … unlike my aunt."

He smirked slightly, "Yeah, pretty much the same reason with my mother – sure, I can cook … kinda, but apparently that isn't enough." They walked into the room and he started to impersonate his mother, "'If you're ever going to find a wife, Gohan, you're going to have to learn this and more. I want grandchildren!'"

Erasa giggled at this, but another voice cut him off, "Gohan, that's not nice! Your mother is a sweet woman!" He turned and saw two people standing there – Tien, the three-eyed warrior and former assassin, and his wife, Lunch; Tien was dressed in his normal uniform, but with a matching bandana across and around his head, while Lunch was pointing her index finger at him and didn't look happy, "I mean, she taught me everything I know about the marital arts."

Gohan bowed to Lunch slightly, as if acknowledging her being right, but then looked at Tien, "So, how'd you get talked into this?"

Tien just shrugged, "Lunch has always wanted to be a teacher, Gohan, and trust me, when you get married, you'll learn that there are only two words that you need to know – 'yes' and 'dear'." Gohan, however, just coughed several times, throwing a 'whipped' in as well.

Erasa, however, smacked him on the back of the head, "Gohan!"

Tien grinned and copied Gohan's coughed 'whipped', which earned him the same treatment from his wife.

Gohan rubbed the back of his head, looking at Erasa, "I've known you less than a day and the abuse has already started."

Lunch, while shaking her hand out, smiled, "Chi-chi would be proud!"

(Later)

Even for all of her seemingly vapid nature, Lunch was indeed a true mistress of the cooking arts, it turned out – she whipped up egg whites into a meringue just as easily as she kept her husband in line with a spatula when he tried to sneak a cookie, she glared the males in class into submission and just as easily brought the most meek of the girls out of her shell to start cooking. Gohan had to admit, after all of that, that he was very impressed with the woman … and that's when it happened.

Lunch was walking by one table, calmly observing one of the boys as he identified spices, when the boy sneezed and sent up a cloud of several different kinds of pepper. Lunch squeezed her eyes shut and began to huff a little, bringing her hand up to her nose.

"A-a-a-ACHOO!"

In a flash, Lunch was gone, in her place a blonde with a tommygun and a trench coat, a manic gleam in her eye as she turned and barked out, "Where am I? You'll never take me alive, coppers!" (AN: Gomen, but I don't remember her name and can't find it anywhere!)

"DOWN!" Tien launched himself at his wife's alter ego even as Gohan flipped the table he and Erasa were behind with a negligent kick as he drew her down to the ground – this was not good.

"What's going on, Gohan?" Even over the din of noise being created by Tien's fighting and the gunfire, Gohan could hear the fear in Erasa's words, and he looked over in time to see the fear blossom in her eye as Tien was thrown away and the woman turned towards them, "Oh, Kami…"

BANG!

Time slowed down slightly as he turned and saw the bullet flying at Erasa, the manic grin on the woman's face as the action locked back on an empty chamber, but none of that mattered as his hand lashed out and closed around the bullet that had reached several inches too close to hitting Erasa, at which point time sped up again.

She knew she was going to die, even as the woman turned and fired, but with a blur a familiar arm and fist came into view – she looked over and saw Gohan sitting next to her, his arm being the one, and she did what any person in that situation would have done. She passed out.

"Lucky catch, brat," the woman snarled even as he heard Erasa pass out and hit the floor.

"If it weren't for the fact you were really Lunch, I'd kill you for this." He squeezed his hand and opened it, letting the crushed bits of metal that had been the bullet fall to the ground as he stood up, his power starting to show slightly as he felt his hair sway slightly. He looked over at the students, all of whom looked ready to wet themselves, and snarled, "Leave!"

They did, in record time, one of them even being so kind as to grab Erasa on her way out.

"Awww, little Gohan cares for the cannon fodder." She sneered at him, "Or is it that cute blonde you saved?"

Gohan ignored her, "Tien, take her down or I will." He was doing his best to keep himself from using the Masenko-ha and blowing this woman away for trying to harm Erasa, and so far he was winning – how long that'd be the case, though, he wasn't sure.

Tien grunted from his place on the ground and hurled a handful of mixed spices at the woman's nose, which made her sneeze again, leaving Lunch in her place, wearing a confused look.

"Oh, my, I do hope I didn't hurt anyone." She looked over at Gohan and frowned a little, "Gohan, why are you hitting your head against the table?"

Gohan didn't answer her, as he merely continued to do so.

(Later)

The class was let back into the room and things were explained that Lunch had a split personality that came out when she sneezed (which wasn't exactly far from the truth), but while many of the students were more than a little scared of her (and rightfully so), all of them could not help but look at Gohan – sure, he was the new kid, but he had CAUGHT a BULLET that was meant for Erasa. How could he have done that? Was it magic?

Erasa, for her part, could have cared less – she had glomped on to Gohan, once she had woken back up, and had been crying for several minutes until it stopped. He looked as if he were uncomfortable with the display of emotion, doing what he could with a pat on her back and a 'there, there', which Tien guessed was the extent of his comforting abilities, given the nature of his childhood. All in all, he had to admit that things had not gone that badly so far for that day – nobody dead, some mild psychological trauma, but nothing serious.

"Alright, kids, go to your next class." The kids all rushed out of the room, leaving him alone with his wife, "Lunch? Are you okay, honey?"

His wife didn't respond immediately, but when she did he was more than a little scared, "No, dearest." She looked up and her eyes were red from crying, "I hate her. I don't want her to be inside of me anymore."

Tien walked over and enfolded his wife into a hug – tomorrow, he'd start the hunt for the Dragonballs to wish the psycho away … if that were possible.

Away from the quiet Home Economics room, Gohan was guiding Erasa to their shared study hall – she was not crying anymore, but still a little shaken up, enough so that she had refused to let go of his right arm; he didn't blame her, though, given what had just happened, "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head quickly, "No … no, I don't, Gohan." He left it at that as they entered the room and took two available seats near the top, completely ignoring the teacher who was grading papers.

Several more minutes passed by with the bell ringing and nobody saying a word to the pair as they talked quietly amongst themselves, but that soon passed as Videl and Sharpner both turned in the seats in the row below himself and Erasa and asked in unison, "What in the hell happened?"

He sighed, "Lunch has a split personality that is triggered when she sneezes – I forget her name at the moment, but while she's psychotic, she's relatively harmless around those whom she knows."

Videl glared at him, "And you KNOW that psycho?"

He shrugged, "Through her husband – she's actually kinda nice, in a 'piss me off and I'll kill you' kind of way."

Sharpner snorted, "Then explain how you caught that bullet. That's not normal."

Gohan gave Sharpner a cool look, "I'm a trained martial artist, Sharpner – I'm NOT normal."

"My father couldn't do that, so how could you?"

"Because your father is an idiot and Gohan is my student." All four of them looked over at the teacher, who looked up to show the face of Piccolo – several students screamed in terror, several more looked fascinated, but Gohan merely arched an eyebrow as he felt the vastly-suppressed power of his first teacher and friend, "Hi, squirt."

"Piccolo-sensei. What brings you here … or, I guess I should ask, what'd my mother threaten you with?"

Piccolo growled something about 'frying pans' and 'harpy woman' for a second and then shrugged, "Not much, really, other than she wanted to make sure that you were okay." He then smirked, "Though I think she did manage to put the fear of Kami into Dende."

Gohan smirked at the joke – Dende was still learning how to be Kami of Earth, and while he relied on Piccolo for a great many things, he was rather insulated from the rest of the world and had not been exposed to his mother for very often, "Understood."

Piccolo then glared at the rest of the students, "Keep it quiet, I have papers to grade."

Videl turned around and glared at him harder, "'Student' and 'Piccolo-sensei'? Since when does the Demon King take students?"

"Since he finds either they have great potential or there's a need for one." Gohan pulled out his science book and began to read, "I was four when he started training me in the Demon-style."

"Then teach me!" He looked up at Videl, who was doing her best to glare a hole through his head, "I'm the daughter of Hercule-"

"I won't hold that against you," he quipped idly.

Videl went on as if he hadn't spoken, "-and I demand to be taught!"

Piccolo appeared right behind her and picked Videl up by her pigtails, "Listen here, little girl – I said keep it down and I fully expect to be listen to. Out in the hall, now, with the buckets, and don't come back in until the bell rings to leave." Piccolo put Videl down none-too-gently and disappeared back to his desk and went back to grading papers.

Erasa looked at him for a moment, "And you don't find that odd in any way, Gohan?"

He just shrugged, "Piccolo-sensei left me in the wilderness to survive on my own for six months, Erasa – for him, what he did to Videl was down right friendly."

Videl, for her part, glared at Gohan before she marched down to the door and grabbed the buckets, walking out into the hall and holding them away from her sides. This went on for several minutes before she idly began to raise the buckets a little further away from her sides, doing her best to hold them there for as long as she could.

Inside the classroom, unbeknownst to her, Piccolo grunted slightly in approval before he marked a failing grade on the paper he was looking at.

The rest of Study Hall went without incident, save for the odd question from Erasa about his training, and when the bell rang, Videl came in and looked pretty worn out, especially in her shoulders.

"You okay, Videl?"

Gohan watched with a smirk as she glared at Sharpner for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little sore."

"Remember this, then, because if you make him mad again, he may make you run weighted laps." They all looked at him and he went on to explain, "Weighted laps are laps you run while wearing about half of your body weight in extra weights. Every time you stop running or complain, he adds on more weight and more laps."

Shaprner looked aghast, "That's not right!"

Gohan shrugged, "It's an effective training tool – you build your strength and endurance, for one, and you learn to follow instructions, for another. Trust me, he can get inventive when he wants you to learn a lesson." They walked in silence to their next class, gym, and Gohan had to admit that he was both looking forwards to it and, at the same time, dreading it – firstly, it was co-ed, which he didn't mind, but he'd seen the uniforms and while they didn't hide much with the girls (a good thing, a part of his mind said with a happy giggle and some bouncing around), it'd probably hide a lot less on him (another good point, a more savage part of his mind said with a feral tone). Once he was in the locker room and had been given his clothes, he sighed and changed into them, ignoring the stares from the other guys, and just sat in place until the coach called for them to go out into the gym.

For her money, Erasa had to admit that, as the boys came out of their locker room, that some of the guys were seriously starting to look cute even as their coach called out roll call, but her mind froze as she saw Gohan – sure, she'd seen his torso earlier, but apparently that was only a small sample of the whole package. He was muscular, very much so, but not bulky, and put together in a way that made her wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth, "Oh, my."

From behind her came a chorus of, "'Kami-sama's and 'Amen'."

Gohan, for his part, had to brutally repress the urge to walk over to the girls side of the gym, club several of them over the back of the head and drag them all back to a cave he knew of – even in the hideous school colors, he had to admit that the girls all appealed to him, greatly, "You are a good and kind kami, Dende."

"Alright, maggots, listen up!" The head coach blew his whistle and got their attention, "Now, as you kids ran our old teacher off last year, we've had to go and find a new one. This guy's one of the best in the business when it comes to martial arts!"

Gohan felt his gut clench even as the door opened to reveal …

AN: Okay, that's it for this part – who is it? Hercule? Krillen? Yamcha? We'll find out in the next part – reviews, please.