High School Life Chapter Five Revised
Thursday, Gym Class:
"Okay class!" Krillin called after he called attendance. "Today we're going to do some basic drills. Gohan, Mirai, Mira, Sharpner, Videl, and I are going to walk around and make sure you're doing them correctly. Also, I am going to hold an amateur tournament after school at the end of the month. All amateur martial artists in all my classes are going to compete. Participation is mandatory. I want to see what you all have learned. After the amateur tournament will be an advanced tournament which is also mandatory for all of you that are experienced." Gohan, Mira and Mirai groaned, thinking, Crap what if we accidentally kill someone?
"I will divide the class into four groups for after school training sessions but you won't get your groups until Monday because tomorrow we have a special guest coming to talk to the class." Krillin's voice took on an angry and disgusted tone when he said 'special guest'. "I wish I could give you all the weekend but I can't. Each of the four groups will have one member with experience six without." (Class of 29 students) "The experienced member will be in charge of correcting his or her group during class as well as arranging and leading all after school training sessions. Now, everyone line up we're going to do a few laps first."
Friday, Gym Class:
Krillin sighed. The principal decided that this would be the class the pre-schoolers and kindergarteners would get to see Mr. Satan. Why me? The Four Terrors all in the same room at the same time! Not only that but that oaf, Satan, and Gohan and Mira in the same room just screams danger. Krillin sighed again as his class walked into the room and put on a big, fake excited smile.
"Okay class! We have a guest speaker talking to us today. We also get to host some of the little kids so they can hear his speech too. I want you all to set a good example for these kids. Gohan, Mira and Mirai? Please keep a hold on your siblings."
Gohan, Mira and Mirai's eyes widened. "The Terrors? All Four of them?"
Gohan's voice sounded kind of like a whimper. "And a guest speaker. Krillin the only thing that could make it worse would be if..." Gohan looked at his friend's face and his face paled even more, which was, unbelievably, possible. "Oh no, Krillin! Please tell me I'm wrong!"
Krillin patted his young friend on the arm. "Sorry, kiddo, wish I could."
Gohan hung his head in defeat and looked as if he very much wanted to cry then sat down on the first row of bleachers. Mirai and Mira, still very pale, sat beside him. The rest of the class just stared at the two, trying to figure out why they were so upset before shrugging it off and taking a seat on the higher rows of bleachers.
"Okay! Let's take attendance while we wait for the little kids, shall we?" Krillin called attendance, just like everyday. Not long after he finished, two very harassed looking teachers and three sympathetic looking ones walked in with their classes behind them.
When the Terrors walked in they immediately spotted their siblings. Two cries of "Gohan and Mira." and two of "Mirai." sounded as they race over to where the three older half saiyans sat. When they walked up, they noticed how upset Gohan was. Pan frowned, him being upset was really killing her sugar high.
Stupid teachers didn't learn their lesson last time and gave them sugar.
She pulled on his pant leg and looked up into his eyes with a concerned look on her face. "Nii-chan, what's the matter?"
Gohan looked at her and sighed. He lifted her up and sat her in his lap, "Nothin' for you to be concerned about, Pan-Chan." He flashed a shaky smile which made her smile a wide, happy smile. The kind of smile that was extremely contagious. Gohan couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks, Squirt, I needed that." He looked down to see Goten bouncing on his toes and smiling just as wide as his sister.
"Have you two had sugar?"
"Not a lot! Just one cookie!" Goten defended.
Gohan sighed before scooping up his other sibling and sitting him beside his sisters. "Okay you two. You are to behave yourselves, and that goes for you too, Trunks and Bulla."
"Okay, Nii-chan!" the twins sang before climbing onto their sibling's shoulders,
Pan on Mira's and Goten on Gohan's. Trunks and Bulla rolled his eyes at their antics and sat on the bleachers between the two teenagers.
"Okay Everyone! If I can have your attention please! Allow me to introduce, the world champion and saviour of the world," Dende don't let them have heard the sarcasm, "Mr. Satan!" All the students, except the saiyans and Videl, went nuts as Mr. Satan stepped out in front of the crowd. He stopped in the middle of the room and held up a victory sign and that seemed to fire up the students even more.
Krillin walked over and sat next to Gohan, knowing that Mirai will hold Mira back. Somehow he knew he would have to help restrain him before the end of the oaf's speech. Gohan and Mira was glaring heatedly at the man in front of him. Unfortunately for Krillin, the first two sentences out of Hercule's mouth made Gohan and Mira's glare turn murderous and all the others in the group matching his expression. What did he say?
"I have it on good authority that the mysterious fighters of the Cell Games have decided to enter this year's World Martial Arts Tournament! But still no word about that coward Goku Son!"
Goten and Pan almost attacked him but Gohan caught their arms before they could get away while Mirai was holding his girlfriend back from attacking the man. They didn't know their parents but they had heard Gohan and Mira's stories and they knew that their dad was not a weak coward. Krillin had his hand wrapped around Gohan's arm but he knew it wasn't enough to hold him back if Gohan really wanted to kill Hercule.
The rest of Hercule's speech went by and he didn't say anything too bad. Until the end. "Now if anyone knows anything about that coward Goku Son—"
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU INSULTING HIM!" Gohan shouted, unable to contain himself any longer. "I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT GOKU SON WILL BE COMPETING IN THE TOURNAMENT AND THAT OUGHT TO HAVE YOU SHAKING WHERE YOU STAND! HE IS A HUNDRED TIMES THE WARRIOR YOU'LL EVER BE AND YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE IN HELL OF BEATING HIM!"
"I don't know who you think you are, kid, but—"
"I'M HIS SON!" Gohan was on his feet, he had let go of the twins and they stood at his sides with Mira who Mirai had let go. All four Son siblings had a murderous aura around them. "And not only is he a hundred times the warrior you'll ever be," Gohan's dangerous and icy voice was quiet but seemed loud in the silence of the gym, "but he's a hundred times the person." With that, Gohan turned and stormed out of the gym, the twins and Mira at his heels.
"Mr. Satan," Krillin's voice was dangerously calm, "with all you're boasting and insulting, you have made a lot of very dangerous enemies. Every single one of them are competing in the World Tournament and every single one of them is strong enough to swat you away like Cell did. I am going to let it slide this time because I have a responsibility to Gohan and Mira but if I ever hear you insult Goku Son again, I will personally see to it that your deepest secret is revealed to the world. Mirai, can you make sure everyone stays in here until the bell rings while I go make sure Gohan, Mira and the twins are all right?"
"Sure, Krillin. Tell Gohan we'll have a good spar after school if he still needs to let off some steam and I'll make it up to Mira later."
"Will do." Krillin turned around and left the gym after Gohan, Mira and the twins with Trunks and Bulla joining him, hoping to cheer up their friends.
Mirai turned to look at the dumbfounded Hercule and couldn't help but smirk. Hercule finally seemed to recover himself and looked over at Mirai. "Goku Son isn't set to enter the Tournament. Why did that kid say he was?"
"Because Goku is, but under an alias. I'm not telling you what it is but I can tell you that you had better be ready to surrender your title."
Mr. Satan's chest puffed out. "No one can defeat the savior of the world!" he announced.
"Too bad you're not one," Mirai said calmly just seconds before the bell rang. He smirked before turning and leaving the dumbfounded class and astonished Hercule behind them.
Still Friday, End of History Class Leading Into Lunch:
"Hey, cuties!" Erasa leaned forward and poked the boy's shoulders. They still could not figure out how Erasa was in A.P. History. Who knows, maybe she's secretly smart. They turned around to look at the bubbly blonde while Mira merely glared towards the front. "Do you guys want to eat lunch with us today?"
Sharpner leaned over to whisper angrily in Erasa's ear. "Why are you asking them to eat with us? You know what happened in gym, what will people say when they see the three Hercule Haters eating lunch with us."
Erasa leaned over to whisper back to Sharpner, neither knew that the three they were talking about could hear every word. "Because, Sharpner, I want to talk to them and ask them about why they don't like Mr. Satan and I think Videl has some questions too." Sharpner blinked at her. Maybe she is secretly smart. She turned back to Gohan, Mirai and Mira who were quietly conferring with each other in a language neither Sharpner nor Erasa understood.
"—you know we can't." said Mira cutting in.
"But what if we ate same place as usual and then went to talk to them? I mean, wouldn't it be easier if we gave them answers to their questions?" said Gohan.
Mirai and Mira frowned, Gohan had a good point. "Fine, we'll go talk to them after we eat, but only after!"
Gohan smiled triumphantly before turning a sheepish smile to Erasa. "Um, well, we can't sit with you guys when we eat because we have really weird eating habits that makes most people lose their appetites but we can come sit with you after we eat since you probably only wanted to question us about the gym thing."
Erasa smiled happily. "That's just fine, but I doubt you eat worse than Sharpner."
The three half saiyan looked at each other. "You'd be surprised." Just then, the bell rang eliciting a pained groan from the three. They stood and took off to the roof to eat.
A few minutes later, Gohan, Mira and Mirai exited the building to have several people glaring angrily at them. Erasa smiled happily and waved them over. The three shrugged and, with a 'let's get this over with' mentality, walked over to the small group.
"So," Erasa started when they sat down, "why don't you three like Mr. Satan."
They sighed in unison. "You want to take this one, or should I?" Mirai asked.
Gohan sighed again. "I'll answer. I figure it would be kind of obvious. After all he's said about my dad. I didn't particularly like Mr. Satan because I never really believed he beat Cell."
"What makes you say that?" Erasa asked.
"Well, when Mr. Satan walked into the ring at the Cell Games the only time we saw, he was swatted away like a fly." Mira said.
"But you heard his explanation for that! He tripped and sent himself out of the ring!" Erase asked.
"Do you really believe that, Erasa? That rock-face had to have been at least twenty feet away, can he jump that high, Videl? Have you ever seen him jump that high?" Videl opened her mouth, then closed it. She hadn't ever seen him jump that high and she seriously doubted he could. "And he left himself open enough that Cell could land that blow before he touched him, so how could Mr. Satan have defeated him in one blow like he says?"
Again Videl opened her mouth to counter but closed it again, his answer was just too logical. "So, if my theory is correct, then your father took the hard earned credit of beating Cell from the person who really did beat him." All three of them looked at him, stunned, that was a pretty good reason to dislike Hercule, especially if you added repetitive insults to his father.
"Well, what makes you think your dad can beat my dad?" said Videl.
"Because our dad was champion back when the world's best fighters actually participated in the World Tournament and my dad has saved the world, more than once." said Mira.
"What do you mean 'when the world's best fighters actually participated'? The world's best fighters do participate in the World Tournament!" said Videl.
"Really? How many former competitors, from before the destruction of Papaya Island at the 23rd World Tournament, compete in the Tournament now? What about from the other bipedal species on the planet that used to compete, or the people that fought in other fighting sports. What about King Chapa? The Champion that, before he fought my dad, won the championship without being touched by a single opponent. There are a lot more that I can name, but I won't." Said Gohan
"You said your dad saved the world more than once. Name them." Said Videl.
"There are a lot of times that you don't know about and don't need to know about but I'll name two. Demon King Piccolo and when the sa—aliens came." Said Gohan.
"Sa what? What were you going to say? Videl asked.
"Nothing!" Gohan said.
"You were going to say saiyans weren't you! Admit it!" Videl said.
"No I wasn't! I was going to say..." Gohan glanced around, desperately trying to find something else to say. "Uh..."
"You were! So that is what they called themselves! Why were you trying to keep that from me? Do you know why the new heroes call themselves saiyans? Do you Gohan?" Videl leaned forward, knowing she had him. Gohan was on the verge of cracking and she knew it. There was nothing Mirai and Mira could to to save their friend/brother except.
"Crap, Gohan! We have to finish those plans for the project Mom gave us!" said Mirai.
"Wha...Oh, that's right! Sorry, Videl I have to go!" Both boys and girl got up and high tailed it out of there.
Videl glared at their retreating forms. "I will figure you out Gohan Son. Mark my
words." That's when the bell rang.
Friday, After School, Police Station:
Videl sat at one of the terminals, searching the database for anything and everything to do with saiyans. She clicked on a link that was supposed to be pictures of the two aliens. A picture filled the screen and in it were two people. On was giant, bald, and extremely muscular. He wore what looked like a black speedo some kind of armour over his chest, a furry, brown belt was positioned snugly around his waist. The man beside him is what held her attention. He looked exactly like Vegeta Briefs, Bulma's husband. She examined the picture.
Yep, it was him, it had to be.
Videl frowned. She had always known there was something weird about him. He comes from nowhere, marries the richest woman on the planet, and takes her name. Videl had always wondered about that. Maybe the saiyans didn't have last names or something. It would make since.
Then another thought struck her. If Mirai's dad is saiyan, that would make him a saiyan. Could he be one of the three new 'superheroes'? That would make Gohan and Mira the others but why would Gohan and Mira be a saiyans? But wait, that doesn't make sense either. Mirai can't be that saiyan's son because he would have already been born. That's the only thing that doesn't fit. Maybe Vegeta is his step dad or something? But that doesn't fit either, he looks too much like Trunks to only be his half brother. Ah, my head hurts from all this thinking.
She groaned and held her head in her hands. She came to a decision. She would ask Gohan. Gohan didn't seem to be as capable at avoiding questions as Mirai or Mira were so maybe if she got him alone she could get him to tell her all about this stuff! Videl smiled at her new plan and walked over to one of the phones and dialled the number to Capsule Corp.
After a couple of rings, Bulma Briefs' voice sounded through the phone. "Hello, this is Capsule Corp. Bulma Briefs speaking."
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs. I was wondering if I could talk to Gohan. I wanted to talk to him about something." said Videl.
"Sorry, hon, Gohan's not home right now. Who is this? I'll have him call you back when he gets home." Bulma said.
"This is Videl. He doesn't have my number, so if you could give me a guess as to when I could call..." said Videl.
"Oh, Videl. Well, he's out in the mountains training so I don't know when he'll be back. Um...oh! I can just give you his cell number. I don't know if he'll answer it but it's the best I can do. Do you have pen and paper ready?" said Bulma.
"Hang on just one second, Mrs. Briefs." said Videl.
"Call me Bulma." said Bulma.
Videl smiled as she pulled out a post-it note and a pen. "Okay, I'm ready." said Videl.
"The number is 2725-564-869." said Bulma. (Random numbers)
"Thanks, Bulma. Well, I guess I better try this number." said Videl.
"Okay, bye, Videl." said Bulma.
"Bye." said Videl.
Videl hung up and dialled the number Bulma gave her. The phone rang for a while before she heard a voice on the other end, yelling at someone else. "Guys, stop for a second! I have a call!" There was some kind of response before, "Hello, this is Gohan. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Gohan." said Videl.
"Videl?" he sounded surprised.
"Yeah, there's something I need to talk to you about and I would rather do it in person." There was a gulp on the other end.
"Really, what about because I'm training the twins right now." said Gohan.
"Well, could I come out there? It would make this a lot easier." She spoke in the sweetest voice she could muster.
There was another gulp on the other end and when Gohan answered he sounded really nervous. "Well, um, well...I guess you could, um, come out here, but it's a, um, long way from the city."
Videl smiled, she had him right where she wanted him. "Where, I'm sure it can't be that far."
He sighed. "The 439 Mountain Area?" he sounded unsure, like he was waiting for her to blow her top and scream at him.
"Wow! That is a long way! That has to be at least five hours from the city. How come you're not heading home right now so you don't miss dinner?" said Videl.
"Well, being Bulma Briefs' godson has its advantages. How about you give me somewhere to meet in the city and we can talk there?" said Gohan.
"That sounds great! How about the park?" said Videl.
"Perfect. See you in a minute, Videl." There was a click and the connection was severed.
"I've got you now, Gohan Son." She sounded dangerously like those female super villains in the movies.