Hello! Son Gohan and his friends. Babidi Saga (Chapter 14)
Gohan
The house was bustling with noise, Chi-Chi's hands gripped tightly around the handle of a spatula while a young boy with Goku's mound of hair atop his small head bounced up and down at the cartoon characters on the screen.
"Gohan!" The boy exclaimed as the young man in question shuffled out into the kitchen.
"Hey Goten!" He responded with a smile, grabbing a black satchel and the red Titans baseball cap from the wooden holster on the wall. "Where's dad?" He asked loudly as he put on the hat and went to hug his mother.
"Dad's outside right now!"
"Well tell your father to get in here! Breakfast is almost ready, Goten!"
"Okay!" The boy responded with glee, he bounced off the couch and ran over to the door with his arms flailing out wide.
The door flung open with great speed, Goten adeptly dodging out of the way.
"Uncle Yamcha!" He ran over and hugged the leg of The Wolf.
"What's up lil' Goku?"
"Not much. Trunks!"
The two kids ran up and high fived, Goten hit a juking maneuver like a basketball player but Trunks caught him, tackling him outside of the doorframe. Yamcha closed the door on the kids and walked inside.
"What's up, big man? We going to high school now? They grow up way too fast, huh?"
"That they do, Yamcha." She replied with a smile.
"What are we having?"
"Oh, well- i didn't plan for guests."
"Are you kidding me? Gohan's first day of school is pretty darn important."
Ox King didn't say much, just laughing modestly as he twiddled his very big thumbs at the other end of the table.
"Aww shucks." Gohan let out awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well how do you know about that?"
"Bulma told me. She wanted me to come in her stead, important meeting for CC this morning."
"Ahh-" Chi-Chi responded, handing some pancakes on a plate over to Yamcha.
"Damn, I already know this boutta hit!" He exclaimed happily.
Gohan sat down on the table and ruffled through the black book bag. He pulled out a laptop with the Capsule Corp. logo on it. Yamcha poured a metric ton of syrup on the pancakes, bouncing his head up and down at the prospect.
"This is gonna ruin my cut but I don't care. Nom!"
Syrup spilled around Yamcha's cheeks as he chewed happily. Upon the opening of the computer Gohan rigorously tapped away at the keys.
"Now Gohan-"
"I know, I'll put it away when you get breakfast done."
"No-electronics-at-the-dinner-table."
Chi-Chi laughed and Gohan maintained strict focus on the text of his screen with a smile.
Goku swung with grace in his kata by a pond. Lily pads floated by and the water rippled under the focused pressure of his strikes.
"Daaaaaaaad! Trunks didn't get faked by my juuuuuuuuuke!" Goten shouted as he ran down the dirt road of Mount Paozu.
"Phu!" Sweat poured off of Goku and a snap rang out as his fist glided forcefully in a punching motion. "That just means… Phu! That you need to get better. Duh!"
Goku taunted a bit and rubbed Goten's head.
"My dad beat you up last time! Is that why you're training!? Mlem!" Trunks stuck out his tongue in a taunt of his own.
"Yeah! Your dad is a really strong fighter! He's got those fighting instincts really down pat, Trunks! If you want to be as strong as him one day you'd better train hard!"
Trunks just curled his lips and made a frowny face.
"You wanna train with me for a bit?"
"Yeah!" Goten jumped up and down with infectious enthusiasm.
"Alright!" Goku matched his son's energy with a hyped up jump of his own. "Let's start with the basics! Punching is easier than kicking! We start our punches by getting rooted in the ground with our legs."
Goten happily assumed a low squat and Trunks looked over at Goten with a smirk before doing the same.
"Huh-hah! Maybe not that low." He cheerily stated, rubbing the back of his head.
Goten and Trunks rose a little and Goku showed good form by rotating the shoulders, hips, waist and pivoting with his feet.
"A well balanced punch will have you guard your face with the off hand. Since we are striking with our rights, the left side of our face is protected by our left. See?" Goku claimed as he jazz handed with his left.
Goten's enthusiasm almost knocked his little body over as he looked to mimic his father's form.
"Hmph. Still looks like shit to me."
"Piccolo!"
Goku ran up to the cross-armed man and they clapped hands in a drive-by before rebounding and knocking knuckles in a reverse motion with the same hand.
"I was just messin' with you. Listen to Goku and you'll become a great fighter."
"Piccolo!" Goten exclaimed, running over to hug the tall caped figure.
Trunks looked on in awe at the large green creature in front of him.
"Wow, did you get smaller since I saw you last?"
Piccolo smiled in a wide smirk at the snide remark.
"You get shorter? I can't even see you." Piccolo mimed as if he couldn't see Trunks, putting his right hand above his brow and looking outward into the rolling plains, tall mountaintops, and deep forestation of Mount Paozu.
Trunks waltzed over and attempted to kick Piccolo in the shin. The Namekian grabbed hold of the little kid's leg and brought him to his face, upside down. Trunks crossed his arms in a very huffy child-like manner.
"Oh! There you are, Trunks."
"Ha-ha. Get your laughs in while you can, Green Man. I'm gonna mollywhop your shit when I get older."
"Should he be knowing this kind of language?" Piccolo looked back, concerned.
"Well you started with that one, Piccolo. That's on you." Goku laughed out.
"Dad! Breakfast is ready!"
"I guess I did huh?"
"Mlem!" Trunks stuck his tongue out in defiance before Piccolo ruthlessly dropped him on his head.
Bonk!
"Ouch! I'm gonna call child protective services."
"You go ahead and do that." Piccolo responded in a smile, walking to the door with Goten and his father.
"Hey! Don't leave me out here!"
Piccolo closed the door on him with pride, but the little boy palmed it at the last moment.
"You're not getting rid of me that easy, Green Man!"
"Oh, you're so small I forgot you were here. My bad."
"You're so gonna get it when my dad teaches me The Wolf Fang Fist!" Trunks responded with a declarative index finger.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what's goin' on, Trunks?"
"Piccolo's being mean to me again, dad!"
Yamcha looked up and met Piccolo's eyes. The two fought back snickers of laughter before The Wolf shifted his gaze to The Cub.
"You mean, you antagonised Piccolo and he gave you the same energy?"
"No!"
"..."
"Yes."
"Wolves do-"
"Wolves don't lie."
"That's right. Now come get some pancakes."
"Oh gosh, I really didn't prepare as much as I needed to, did I?"
"That's quite alright." Piccolo waved his left hand in a diplomatic gesture.
"I can go without breakfast hon', Trunks needs to eat." Goku replied as he snuck in a kiss on her cheek. "And of course, Ox Ki-"
"-just call me dad!" He laughed out boisterously.
"I'm sorry but I'm not doing that."
"Awh…"
"Sorry, Ox King." Goku lamented as he patted the top of the gigantic man's viking hat.
"Okay." Chi-Chi laughed like a schoolgirl as Goku sat down at the head of the table, eclipsing the stove behind him.
"Are you really gonna teach Trunks your martial arts?"
Trunks hopped away from the dinner table as Goten pulled on his hoodie sleeve. Chi-Chi looked on as her freshly prepared plate was denied, she instead shifted her priorities to her older child.
"Thanks, mom. But what about, Grandpa?"
"Don't worry. You have to get to school, dad has the time to wait longer mister." She replied, noogieing the top of his bushy hair ever so slightly.
"Well, as you can see, Goku." Yamcha flashed the pearly whites like a hollywood movie star, clearly proud of his son's interest. "The Cub of the Wasteland is soon to arrive."
Yamcha stuffed his mouth full of the golden dough and chewed with billowy cheeks.
"But- erhm." He swallowed harshly and took a sharp inhale from his nostrils. "I want to wait a while, I don't think it's healthy to start em' so young."
"I agree." Goku replied with a smile. "I had no idea Gohan wouldn't like fighting so I'm glad I didn't force it on him, but it looks like we might have a little sibling rivalry." The pair of fathers looked back at Goten and Trunks rampaging around the living room, hopping the couch and juking around the walls.
"You know, Goku."
"Yeah?"
Yamcha looked sheepishly to the side, prying Goku's further interest.
"What is it?"
"Heh. Bulma told me about what you said at Kame House before Raditz showed up."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Goku just laughed it off, rubbing the back of his head.
"Really?"
"No." Goku's giggles fell away.
"Bulma said the only reason she didn't give up on me was because you told her to talk to me."
The air became so strong the only thing anyone could hear was Goten and Trunks who were simply not concerned. Gohan stared up from his computer and Chi-Chi's ears were wide open, ready for gossip as she spared as inconspicuous a glance as she could over her shoulder.
"Like, maybe I could have found some other girl but…" Yamcha turned his view over to that of his fun-loving child, laughing it up with his companion and in turn, pulling everyone else's gaze. "If you had never said something I would've never had my baby boy…" The Wolf didn't stutter but he couldn't hold back the tears either. "Thanks, Goku."
Piccolo's brow furrowed, and he hesitated. He hesitated again, but then placed his hand over The Wolf's shoulder. The pair locked eyes for a moment, and Yamcha's eyes widened before he shifted back forward, losing the grip on his eating utensils.
"No, thank you, Yamcha."
Yamcha couldn't help but shake his head.
"You can't ever take a compliment can you?"
"No, you being a part of this family is the greatest compliment ever. You don't ever need to say anything to earn my gratitude, friend. I'm glad you tried to rob us in the desert." Goku's stone cold delivery caused Gohan, Ox King, and Chi-Chi to burst with laughter, Goku just holding the cheesiest smile as The Wolf turned beet red.
"Damn. Heh. My bad, I ain't ever livin' down that one am I?" Yamcha scratched his red rosy X-marked cheek with his sharp index nail.
"You're not living down that one and Tien's never living down that time he broke your leg."
"And I'm never living down that time when I kidnapped Gohan. Sheesh!"
"Raditz!" Goten screamed with even more joy than he did with Yamcha.
"What's up, kid?" Raditz responded with a deep smile, brushing the top of his nephew's hair gently.
There was a true catharsis for Raditz every time he saw Goten. The urge to protect was so much stronger for this little one than anything else that ever pulled on his being. It was the symbol of Raditz' will, the same hair as his father and brothers but yet it stayed on the path of rehabilitation and forgiveness NOT destruction and survival.
"I'm not scared of you, ya know." Trunks barred his path with crossed arms and a sharp brow.
"Didn't ask." Raditz just palmed the other child's head and threw him onto the couch with ease.
Piccolo's smile was out of this world as he saw Raditz manhandle the kid.
"My man."
"Fuck them kids."
They fist bumped.
"..."
"I mean... Trunks is a very intelligent child, resembles his mother very clearly."
"I'm just bustin' your balls." Yamcha relayed, backhanding Raditz' massive chest.
"Sheesh! We got pancakes this morning?"
"Finally, the only guest I accounted for." Chi-Chi let out with relief, handing the plate down with grace.
"You're an angel, you know that?"
Chi-Chi just smiled and batted her eyelashes comedically.
"You didn't account for me?" Piccolo questioned with a smile.
"No I did account for you, I didn't make you any."
"Oof, you know I can eat, I just don't need to to survive."
"I'm kidding. I gave yours to Yamcha, sorry, but it'll have to be a little longer."
"I'm kidding too, Chi-Chi. Don't worry about it."
"No one goes unfed in my house, mister." She pointed a goopy spatula at Piccolo's face, the batter sticking to his green cheekbones.
"Tcheh."
Gohan wrapped up his work on the laptop and shoved it into his bag. He scarfed down the last of his pancakes and checked his watch. He went out of his way to swallow before speaking and looked to his father.
"May I be excused please?"
"Huh-Hah! Yeah, go ahead." Goku turned to look at his wife who blushed and they shared a chortle.
"I'm gonna need to leave soon if I want to be on time."
"Be careful, Gohan!"
"I will." He replied sheepishly.
"Gohan!" Goten tugged at his brown pants.
"What is it?"
Gohan saw sparkles in his little brother's eyes as he gazed down at them.
"How long are you gonna be at school?" The tears were genuine.
Goku's family didn't really need to work, Gohan and Chi-Chi had found out how to work electrical equipment for Capsule houses to provide electricity and Goku would hunt and farm wild fruits and animals. This was despite the fact that Chi-Chi's father was nobility and sent them Zeni every month for certain necessary purchases. His older brother leaving for an undefined period of time really was a scary thought for 6 year old Goten.
"Hey man." Gohan squatted down to his level. "I'm not gonna be gone for long, little buddy, no need to worry."
Goten pulled him in close and Chi-Chi took a necessary breath to compose herself.
"I told myself I wouldn't do this."
"Hey." Goku reassured. "Gohan had to leave sometime, we always knew this. He's really smart so he's gonna be fine."
"I know but…"
Gohan pulled his brother off him and gave a warm smile.
"No need to worry, I'll be back before you know it."
Gohan then walked out of the door with a regal stride, putting on the red hat and leaving everyone behind.
The eldest son of Son Goku rode around on his father's trusty companion: The Nimbus and soared through the tall city buildings. People in office cubicles looked on as the Half-Saiyan glided on his way. Soon enough he lowered to the ground and came upon a large building with a bright star and a gigantic sign stating:
Orange Star High School
"Alright." Gohan hyped himself as he neared the building.
The hype perhaps caused a few too many jitters and as soon as he hopped off The Nimbus, his shiny new dress shoe caught the lip of the concrete.
"Damn, I knew I'd mess this up somehow."
The Nimbus came in clutch, cushioning Gohan's landing and stylishly twirling him around, impressing the many nearby ladies. Gohan just blushed and tried to play it off.
"Oh wow, he certainly knows how to make an entrance."
"Hi new boy~" A girl from a trio waved a petite hand from behind her large binder.
"Be cool, Gohan." Making a valiant effort to keep a lid on it, his rosy cheeks flushed to the brim.
A pretty legitimately built teenager with long blonde hair sporting a green cap came in from behind with an intense stride about him. He smirked with tongue in cheek and asked:
"You new here?"
"Uhm…" Gohan held onto an awkward smile as the assumed student stared him down. "Yes."
The guy eyed him for a long time before a cheery demeanor burst out of him from nowhere.
"I'm Sharpner! What's your name?"
"Gohan. Nice to meet you, sir."
The pair walked past the entrance and into the sprawling high school with stairs on each side and a big hall that went to the back and with two wings on the side. The lockers were a metallic forest of green, multiple big divides in the middle of the hallway gave more space to fit lockers on either side.
"Hahaha! I'm not a teacher, brah, you don't need to do all that."
"Eh-heheh."
"I've always been told I got a resting bitch face or whatever so don't be afraid, haha."
"Oh!" Gohan instinctively rubbed the back of his neck, a different kind of embarrassment.
Sharpner gave Gohan another once over, noticing the hat with the bold white T on the front, the rim a bit frilled and singed black.
"You really a fan of the Titans, brah?" Sharpener prodded as he flicked the bottom lip of Gohan's cap. "They haven't won shit since Number 0 dipped, why the hell would you be reppin' their merch?"
Gohan just blinked a few times in response.
"Ahahah. I don't really follow sports."
"Oh so you're a poser!" He laughed, pointer finger lined right on him.
"What's that?"
"Man you're out of the loop, you home schooled or somethin'?"
"Yeah."
"I guess it makes sense, you got that weirdo home schooled vibe."
"I do?" Gohan grit his teeth.
"Mmhmm."
"Is that bad?"
Sharpner just shrugged his shoulders and wore a sly smile.
Sharpner definitely thought so.
"Oh how rude."
"Boring, where's Buu at?"
"Ah-hem."
There was a long period of silence before Gohan's acquaintance took the initiative.
"What class you going to?"
"Uhh… let me check."
"Ima' do you a solid." Sharpner stole the binder from his hands and filed through. "No way."
"What way?"
"We both got Mr. Konki~ Konkitchy..? for first period."
"We do?"
"Now what a coincidence."
"Ha-ha. I guess so."
"Then let's get to it, brah." Sharpner relayed, shoving the binder back into Gohan's chest.
"Yeah... brah."
Sharpner shot his new 'brah' a side eyed look, unenthused. Gohan returned fire with a cheery and glowing smile. The pair walked the halls as Gohan's eyes stuck like glue on the school map, making several wrong turns. Sharpner endeavored to correct him every step of the way.
"Over here, dumbass! Eh-hehehe~ You even learn how to read a map with all your stay-at-home lessons?"
"Yes, it looks like this place is just poorly designed." Gohan retorted as he poured over the pages, spanning it out wide in his arms and furrowing his brows.
"Come on, brah. It's just over here. Room 118."
Gohan filed in behind his new friend and they entered the doorway of the large classroom. It was almost like a theatre, Gohan was taken aback at the sheer size of it all.
"Wow, this is… Bigger… than I thought."
"Heheheh." He chuckled out lowly like a surfer gremlin.
There weren't very many people there yet. There weren't seats in the traditional sense either, just long desks that stretched the length of the room accompanied by long 'couches'? About every foot or so was a red swirly lollipop on each desk. Gohan looked at the chalkboard at the front of the class which just had the word 'Brother' written boldly and underlined.
Brother
Gohan raised a brow and jammed into Sharpner's firm back.
"You good, dude?"
"Uhh?"
Sharpner just laughed and turned around, lone text book in hand.
"Where we sitting? These old heads sometimes assign the seats where you sit first day."
"I'm guessing that means we can't change them?"
"Yuh."
Gohan scanned the room quickly and spotted a blonde girl with short hair sitting at the top row next to the window, glaring out with a bit of boredom.
"Phu!" He breathed out sharply with a declarative shake of the binder in his right hand. "Mom always said girls like it when you take initiative! And she's cute!" Gohan blushed. "There!" He pointed kind of loudly, probably bringing more attention than he should off considering the room was dead quiet.
"My man!" He patted him on the back. "No fear! I like your style. Lead the way, brah."
"Haha~" Gohan giggled out as Sharpner forced him up the steps.
The girl looked over pretty immediately as soon as the pair reached the top lane.
"Hey!" She waved them in with her left hand.
"Uh~huh, h-hey!" Gohan tripped over himself in his own hype.
He fell forward almost face to face with her, one hand slamming on the wall and one on the desk, catching himself.
"Gohan." He stated with stoicism before sitting down.
She laughed jubilantly.
"We didn't totally screw it up." He mused, looking up at the ceiling with a smile.
"What's your name?"
"Sharpner." He said with a smooth intonation, taking off his cap and shaking out his glorious, well maintained mane of blonde hair.
"Whoa~" Gohan let out with the characteristic stunned drawl of his father. "Your hair is really nice." He combed through the back without asking.
"Uhh~" Sharpner let out, blushing. "Thanks."
Sharpner wasn't used to guys commenting nice things about him. He worked out five times a week and had a well thought out wash cycle and shampoo brands for maintenance to impress the ladies. Gohan had inherited his father's willingness to comment nice things as he noticed them.
"Huh-hah-hah!" The girl giggled with her hand over her mouth.
"What's your name?"
The girl raised a brow at Gohan's presented handshake and smiled.
"Formal, I like that."
They met in the middle and shook with vigour.
"I'm Erasa."
"Nice to meet you, Erasa." Sharpener declared as he performed a pseudo-salute with the wave of his index and middle finger off his forehead.
"Nice to meet you too, guys."
Gohan smiled and looked back down to the entrance, students finally starting to file in.
"I guess we got here a little early."
"Yuh." Sharpner leaned back onto the wall with arms crossed behind his back. "It's usually not my style but missing the first day is what amatuers do."
Erasa giggled before prodding back.
"Amateurs? Bro it's just high school. Chill."
"Heh."
"Where's the teacher?"
Sharpner just shrugged his shoulders, resting his eyes at Gohan's question.
"Yeah..? ... First day vibes I guess."
Gohan blinked for a moment before he took out his binder, getting the necessary materials ready. Erasa smiled a devilish smirk, prodding at his right arm.
"Are you for real?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's the first day, you only do syllabus on the first day."
"Really?"
"..."
"..."
"What planet are you from? Now you've got my interest, Gohan." Her cutesy modelesque features pulled a blush to the surface of the son of Son Goku's cheeks.
"I uh~"
"Our boy is homeschooled."
"Oh is he now?"
Sharpner nodded with a chad-like smile, ushering a similar response from the new girl.
"You're on my radar, don't make any mistakes, Bro~" She enunciated pretty clearly as she stole the Titans cap atop his head and wore it for herself. "Or I might just have to get my girl to come after you."
"Girl? Are you one of those girls who likes girls?"
"Wha~ no. I mea-"
"Cause there's nothing wrong with that."
"..."
"Way to read the room, dude." Sharpner lightly chuckled under his breath.
"I mean my best friend."
"Oh."
"Her dad is a cop and she's been taking boxing lessons from him since forever."
"I see. Great for her! Martial arts is really healthy for you."
The genuineness that poured out of Gohan perplexed the pair sitting beside the young man.
"I like this kid." Erasa kept to herself as she stared at the new boy, cheek on her right palm.
"What's her name?"
"Videl."
"When's lunch break for?"
"12."
"So we're hanging out with Videl then, right?"
"..."
"Yeah… Yeah we are, Gohan." Erasa responded tentatively, running her pointer finger along the rim of the Titans hat and shifting her body language even more on point with the Half-Saiyan's.
"This kid's a natural. If I stick by him I'm finna be surrounded in babes by the end of the semester."
The trio were caught off guard by the bell and the teacher still wasn't there.
"Yuh! I don't know if you guys know this but if five minutes passes and the teacher doesn't show we get to leave and the school board can't do anything about it."
"Really?"
The door to the hallway closed automatically and no one walked through.
"Huh!?" Sharpner yelped strangely, getting out of his seat a tad dramatic.
Gohan focused and sharpened his brows at the occasion which definitely caught Erasa's attention.
"H-how did the door close?"
Sharpner was clearly spooked.
"Sorry bout dat!" A voice echoed out from the bottom of the room.
All the students looked around for something that wasn't there except Gohan. He had eyes locked on the slim closet at the end of the room, opposite the hallway on the right side. Erasa kept her eyes on Gohan who was clearly drawing a line to that closet. Much to Erasa's surprise she saw a tall green fox walk out of the closet, chuckling to himself.
"Is this guy for real..?" She mused, partly at Gohan for sniping, partly at the strange fox with a textbook and teacher's badge.
The fox's maw was white as well as the inside of his ears. His whiskers twitched as he laughed and he brushed at his orange blazer before fixing the sky blue tie that matched his sky blue faded jeans. He also had white shoes that matched his white button up. He had a fluffy scruff of green hair atop his head that just looked really inviting for a scratch. His eyes were clamped shut, a bit mysterious.
"Howdy! I see some of you have already had da lollipops. Tha's alright, dat's what dey're dere foa'. I'm Konkichi, youa' english and writing teacha for youa' first quarta of da day."
Half the room was quiet as a mouse, the other half whispering under breaths. Half parts due to unfamiliarity with their new peers, the other half simply perplexed at the strange teacher that just walked out from lying in wait in the closet.
"..."
"I have a criminal recahd."
Everyone was already stunned but his delivery pushed it over the edge.
"Wha-ha-hat!?" Sharpner couldn't contain his enthusiastic laughter.
"You like dat one?"
Sharpner banged his fist on the desk in hysterics.
"You're skinnier than a fly, brah! Ain't no way you've done anything legit!"
"Grand theft auto, grand larceny, pickpocketing, breaking and entering, bank robbin'. Uhh~ I don't eva pay any of my parking tickets."
The class broke out in laughter and Konkichi was living it up, his whiskers brought up by his large smile.
"Haha, this guy's a riot."
"Tell me about it, brah. Hah-Haaaaaa~"
Erasa and Gohan looked on with a bit of concern.
"You're a little hype there, Goldilocks."
"This lil guy funny as hell!"
Konkichi was just content to suck up the vibe and he patiently waited for the class to settle down as he put the book behind his back with arms crossed. His sly fox nose went to town and he sussed out his first item. In a flash he was already at a teenager with a bright red mohawk. Gohan raised his brow.
"Who is this guy? He's faster than me."
Gohan was the only one in the class to see it in real time.
"Mary Jane?"
"Eh-heh."
"Can't fool me brotha, da nose knows." Konkichi swiped a joint from his front pocket. "Don't mind me dough, I ain't a nark." He proclaimed as he threw the ciggaweed onto his desk.
"Ah great."
"Mmhmm. You got somethin' you not 'posed to?"
Konkichi expertly stole the pair of panties another boy had in his bag.
"What do we have hea'? These betta be ya girlfriends cause if not you gotta lotta splainin' to doo~" He joked with a comedic cantor, leaning in with a declarative left index claw.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH~" The crowd all wooed with him.
"Put dem's away."
The boy blushed and stuffed them back in his bag.
"I'm never living this down, damn it…" The boy thought to himself as he laid his head on the backpack.
"Snuf~snff~"
Snap.
"We go to school tipsy now? Sheesh, Orange Stah High School just be lettin' anyone in, huh?"
The youthful schoolgirl on the opposite end of the top row looked over to her new fox-teacher.
"...I'm hungover, there's a difference."
"You still stink." He stated, plugging his nose with his off hand. "Dat's how youa' gonna make youa' first impression? D'okay." He raised his hands comedically and looked around the room some more.
Konkichi was definitely going to have a talk with that girl after class.
Konkichi's nose picked up on something more important this time.
"Oh my, something I don't actually know."
"What?"
"This fox, he seems like he knows something I don't."
"Hrmm."
"Ah-he~"
"That green fox looks stupid. I should fade this planet just for him existing on it."
"Ah-hem."
I would later come to find out that this fox, Konkichi, actually knew Goku back when he was a kid. And when I say later I really mean all of three seconds because I am omniscient and have the knowledge of everything at my fingertips. A seemingly irrelevant filler piece of information I must have skipped over. Konkichi could smell Goku's scent on him, that's why he was intrigued on his fourth search for interests.
Konkichi spared a glance at the Half-Saiyan but didn't make it obvious, hiking down the steps to the front of the class. His whiskers jived back and forth as he gave one final once-over.
"Wea' all good den!?"
No one answered.
"I guess so."
"..."
Konkichi strutted around the platform, scanning the room before he pointed towards the only thing on the chalkboard.
"Can anyone tell me what dis says?"
"..."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"I can't see it, my eyes ain't open." His raising of his arms hit a layer of comedy for the students.
"It says brother!" Sharpner yelled from the stands.
"Dat's right! Brotha! Anyone know what dat means?"
Gohan raised his hand.
"Oh, we gotta polite one. Yes?"
"A male sibling!" Gohan called out right after.
"Dat's wrong!"
"Bu~huh..?"
"Way to go, Gohan, I don't know how you managed to fuck that up." Erasa teased, poking at his arm again.
"But~"
"Well?"
"..."
"Come on! Group effaht! We can't have class with just me! You!"
"...let me sleep..."
"Youa' fault for showing up, grey goose!"
The hungover girl looked blearily to the front.
"Another..?" She thought through blurry eyes. "To happen again?"
"Wat?" He let out like a duck.
She just went right back to laying her head down on the desk.
"Come on! Where are da ansas!?"
Gohan thought to himself for a while.
"You! Again!"
"Are you asking us to read into it, … sir?"
"No, I neva axed dat."
"Oh."
Gohan sat back down and the face Konkichi made was the most 'bruh' of all time, reality warping to be honest, he could be a trickster God with such skills.
"Hit me with wat ya got, son, couldn't hurt."
"Don't mess it up twice now."
Gohan blushed and flashed a smile at Erasa as he stood.
"I think brother means comrade or friend."
"Ding-ding-ding! Language is flexible, words can mean anything you want as long as people endeava' to attach ideas to dem." Konkichi went to town on the chalkboard, writing up a storm to repeat what he had just said. "Did you know dat most of da words we use today were created by some dude named Shaky-Spear? What a terrible name, if my mutha named me dat I'd sue. He da one dat wrote Romero and Julie. I hate dat one. Dat girl doin' too much."
The class had a dumb chuckle coerced out of them as Konkichi turned back, front and centre.
"Language has changed so much dat even brotha which has male connotations can be applied ta da ladies."
"Okay, I'm listening." Erasa spoke up lightly, her cheek still cradled in her palm.
"..?" Gohan looked over inquisitively at Erasa.
"Well I mean, that's basically just what me and Videl call each other."
"Oh, interesting."
Erasa just shook her head at Gohan.
"What a himbo…"
"Now, what do you guys want your mid-term ta be?"
The class was floored with the authenticity.
"We get to choose?" A student on the left side called out.
"Sua'. Why not?"
The class looked around at each other for the first time.
"I'm not taking any ansas dat da class hasn't decided on as a group, if you yell somethin' at me dat I didn't see you discuss wit someone, I'm not taking it." Konkichi put his textbook on the podium and put his hands on his hips defiantly.
"You think he's gonna take 'no mid-term' as a valid answer, brah?"
"Uhh… well he did say that it's valid as long as you discussed it so~"
"No mid-term sounds pretty good to me." Erasa responded as she fiddled with the Titan's cap.
"Yo! Foxy!"
"Hmph! Wat it do?"
"How about no mid-term!?"
"Wow! What an ansa! I haven't heard that one… Eva! How long it take for you to come up with that one, Galaxy Brain!?"
The class giggled at Sharpner and he sat back in his chair with a tomato red flush in his face.
"Forget I asked…"
"It's okay, buddy." Gohan reassured with a harsh pat on the back.
"Why don't we go see a play and write an essay on it?"
Gohan looked at Erasa with wide eyes.
"That's it." Gohan pointed with intention, dragging his new friend to her feet by her arm and pointing at her like she was the most important message in the room.
Erasa blushed as Gohan manhandled her and called out to the front of the room.
"Whoa~ chill out, Casanova! Youa' gonna yank dat girl's arm off."
"I am..? Oh! My bad!" Gohan called out as he backed away meekly.
"This dude is on one…"
"What have you got, miss?"
"Why don't we go see a play for our mid-term and then go write an essay on it?"
Snap.
"Not bad, not bad. I like dat."
"Maybe we can even go see Romero and Julie!" Sharpner yelled with bite.
"Don't remind me…"
The class laughed a bit.
"You!"
"Watch anime?"
"And..?"
"..."
"There's no and? Come on! I may be trying my best ta make it fun but it's still class guys, we gotta do something or else wea' just hanging out! Corporate gets on my back enough as it is, can't just be watching anime with my students during office houas."
"..."
"Yes?"
"Why don't we write a book or a story or somethin?"
"You know what?" Konkichi crossed his arms with intrigue at the student in the first row, tilting his head downward a bit. "I think I like that idea."
The class audibly groaned.
"Brah. A book? Ain't them shits like 300 pages? We can't get that shit done in one class period."
"Well, depends on the book."
"I know that, Home School."
Gohan just blinked at Sharpner for a while.
"Everyone raise youa' hands for goin' to a play! … Now everyone raise youa' hands for writing a book for youa' mid-term."
"..."
"Sheesh, I'm not talking best sella guys, it'd be like 20 pages at most. Don't look too excited now. Play it is."
Konkichi walked up to the tan skinned boy who was packing a few extra pounds and put his paw on his desk.
"If you want, kid, I can get you extra credit by the end of the school year."
Tap~tp.
"Alright! Now da first thing! Syllabus!"
"Heh~" The class let out in a sigh, much to Konkichi's delight.
"Hey! Girl!"
"..." Erasa pointed at herself.
"Yeah! You wit da blonde hair! Open dat window!"
Erasa complied, unsure of what antics this green fox was about to pull off next. Before she knew it her hand was almost shotgun blasted off by the epic throw he performed at the window, completely sending the syllabus out the classroom.
"..."
"Yea'... we don't do syllabus in my classroom. Just bring a pencil and some paper or whateva'. Any questions?"
"..."
"Good. See you guys lata'."
Bu-Bo-Be-Bu-Bu-Be-Bo-Bu~
The bell hit much to practically everyone's surprise except Konkichi's.
"That was a whole period? Maybe I can get behind this skinny little green dude. If class passes like that then I'm not gonna complain."
Gohan looked over at Erasa and tried to take his hat back but she denied, parrying his arm away playfully.
"When am I..?"
"Don't worry, you'll get it back at lunch."
Gohan just shrugged his shoulders and leaped down the entire stadium of seats, landing on the platform next to his teacher, ready to shake his hand. The strangest part about the whole deal was not Gohan making the leap but that Konkichi didn't bat an eye.
"Yup." He thought to himself as he lifted his furry fox hand to match Gohan's, unable to shake the smirk building on his maw. "That's Goku's kid alright."
"Gohan!" Sharpner yelled from the back of the class, wading through the waters that was the outpouring of eager schoolchildren, raising his arms in sheer disbelief at the display.
"Hmm?"
"Are you good!?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean!?"
"It was gonna be faster jumping than waiting through all the other students!"
"Whatever you say man." Sharpner replied while laughing with his surfer-brah voice.
"Lunch is at 12, right?"
"Dat's right."
"Class was nice, Mr. Konkichi."
"Thank ya." Konkichi nodded as Gohan and Sharpner walked through the door.
Gohan looked down at his school map for only a moment and when he pulled it away he walked into another classroom similar to where he'd been just five minutes ago.
"These rooms really are big."
Gohan got there just in time, as proven by the older man with a mustache beckoning to him.
"Boy."
"Hmm?"
"Can you get the door on your way in?"
"Oh! Yessir." He responded as he closed it.
A few students snickered at Gohan's politeness.
"We got an asskisser?"
"Man, why this dude like the opps?"
The prodding comments just bounced off his frame like he were wearing knight's armour. He scouted out the litany of teenagers only to see another pretty girl that caught his eyes. She had pale skin and long obsidian black pigtails. Her outfit was just a long white tee that didn't look like it fit her and some black leggings.
"Hey!"
"..."
Gohan sat next to the girl and spared her a glance. He shifted over in his seat just slightly to give her more space when he felt the ethereal pressure her stink-eye on him.
"..."
The girl rolled her eyes and looked back at the door.
"Great. I have to deal with this prep the whole year. Just my luck."
"My name's Gohan, yours?" He reached out his hand to shake but she ignored it.
"Videl."
"Oh! We're going to lunch together later."
"No, we aren't."
"Yeah-huh. Well, unless you're the wrong Videl."
Videl raised an eyebrow, still not bothering to look his way the whole time.
"..."
"You see, me and your friend Erasa agreed on it. My friend Sharpner is coming too."
"How did you..?" She finally spared a glance.
"Lunch is at 12, so I'd appreciate it if you escorted me to where you and her sit."
The mysticism coming out of Videl was palpable.
"Sure… I guess."
Videl was spaced the fuck out, Gohan furrowed a brow.
"Are you feeling alright?" He put his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
"Hey!" She vice gripped his left wrist as fingertips came in contact with her. "Don't. Touch. Me."
"I'm sorry. I thought you might be sick, you don't look so well."
"Piss off."
"I'm sorry."
Gohan turned to the front as the man went on and on about the syllabus, his cheeks red as could be. The girls in the classroom all had eyes on the pair, giggling at Gohan's failure.
"Just like every year, someone goes after Videl and then bites the dust. Poor little man."
The girls all made pouty faces before returning to their snickers.
Class passed by uneventfully until the bell, he really wanted to talk to Videl but elected not to so as not to annoy the girl, at least until it was the agreed upon time.
"So where we going?" Gohan's voice managed to break through the white noise of the flooded high school halls.
"You're serious, huh?"
"Yeah! Erasa was really nice."
"She's nice to everyone." Videl clung her bookbag tightly to her chest, lightly jogging and weaving in and out through the corralled mass of students marching the hallways.
"Damn! We're going kind of fast."
"If we want our seat we have to move it."
"Your seat? Is it like assigned seating at lunch?"
"..."
"Hey!" Gohan yelped as Videl practically ran down the hall and into the cafeteria.
He almost got lost in the sauce but caught up by darting from table to table, spooking everyone and drawing their attention, knocking over a few placements set.
"Wait up, Videl!"
She looked back at him and stained red as a few fits of laughter rang out.
"Who's this clown!?"
"He kinda goin' in, no kizzie."
"Why me..? What did I do to deserve such embarrassment?" Videl kept to herself, gripping her bag tighter.
The students laughed as Gohan touched down loudly.
"This place smells pretty good."
"Yeah, well the food sucks."
"Good thing me and my dad have always had iron stomachs then."
"Do you ever shut up?"
"I didn't know I was annoying you…" Gohan said meekly, putting his hands in his pockets.
Regret immediately seeped into Videl's being. The pair walked to the back of a short line thanks to their speedrun of the school building. She picked out her items and put them on a tray, Gohan did the same, eyeing her choices exactly.
"Phu~" She breathed out sharply through her mouth as she paid for her food.
Gohan did the same and brung out some money to pay.
"Is it on your ID or something? You didn't give her any Zeni."
Videl still maintained a fast pace as they walked.
"..."
"..."
The pair finally breached the outside air and there she was. Erasa was waiting by an apple tree, waving them in.
"Gohan! You came!" She ran up and slammed the hat onto his head, causing him to laugh dumbly and blush. "I see you've met Videl."
"I'm not gonna lie, Erasa, I don't think she likes me."
"You can say that again."
"Don't worry, Gohan, she says that about everyone."
"The difference is that I mean that about everyone."
Erasa just grit her teeth and dramatically shrugged her shoulders. Gohan set his tray down on the grass and looked around.
"You sure you wanna do that? The ants are the only real problem with sitting outside."
"Sharpner's not here, I gotta go find him."
"Oh, I guess they're better friends than I thought."
Gohan ran back through the cafeteria.
"Yo! Sharpner! Buddy!"
"Ayy!" A grouchy lady shouted from inside the kitchen. "Get off tha damn tables!"
"Sorry!"
Whump!
"How embarrassing…"
"Does he not know how dumb he looks?"
"Couldn't be me…"
"What a goofball."
"Sharpner! Hel-loooo~"
The cafeteria? No. Inside the kitchen?
"Get the heck outta here, Boy!"
"Sorry~"
The halls? Also no. Sharpner was a pretty unique looking individual, there was no way Gohan could mistake him, especially since he seemed to tower over most students.
"Hmm…"
He ran through the corridors until he came across the end of the hall to the right of the cafeteria. Soon enough he was outside and it looked to be a track and field court. On the dirt were three beat up youths wearing different school badges. Sharpner huffed out in a breath, definitely roughed up.
"Hey!" He shouted with worry.
Before he knew it, Gohan was at his back, hands up.
"What happened?"
"You can fight..? Go~han..?"
"A little."
Gohan surveyed the surroundings before putting his hands down.
"What happened, man?" Gohan tapped Sharpner's shoulder but in his hype he didn't realise just how hard he pushed him. "I was worried."
"Heh…"
Sharpner could already tell Gohan wasn't one of those fake kids. The exact type that got him into these kind of school yard troubles.
"The Red Shark Gang."
"The Red Shark Gang?"
"Whis?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you looking into the staff like that?"
"Oh nothing."
"Ah-hem."
"Just some tools from Black Star High. I used to be best friends with their gang leader so… I don't know… I don't know why they're on my ass."
"That's terrible."
"Well as you can see, brah, I have a lid on it. No need to worry."
"Well I'm sorry, Sharpner, but I'm gonna worry. I'm gonna go tell a teacher~"
"It's not your problem, Gohan, it's mine." Sharpner shot a stern look at his friend and grabbed his wrist.
Gohan recalled the time he almost got his little brother killed by not relying on his family, actively choosing to buddy up with strangers instead of bother his friends attending The 25th.
"Look, man, they're not even from our school. They can call it in, but they can't even do anything to em', really. Besides, I'm the one still standing."
"Sharpner."
They stared at each other pretty intensely before Gohan broke the air.
"Let's get you cleaned up, forget about this for a while and go have lunch. I know I think better when I'm full, kay?"
"..." Sharpner scratched the back of his head, picking up his green baseball cap off the ground and dusting it on his jeans. "Sure, whatever man."
Gohan scanned the area for staff and the pair booked it to the bathroom to wash off the dirt and bruises. In no time at all they were back by the apple tree.
"Hey Sharpner!"
Sharpner sat down next to Erasa and spared a glance for the cute girl on the other side of her.
"Hey."
"..."
"She good?"
"Videl's just quiet, that's all. Here, Gohan."
She handed Gohan his tray.
"Oh what a sweetheart, you didn't have to hold my tray for me."
Sharpner and Erasa were equally taken aback by the forward approach. Erasa took it on straight away.
"Anything for you, Gohan."
"Is this dude gonna pull a girl first day? Took me at least a Month to get my last girlfriend."
"Hey, Sharpner."
"Yuh?"
"You want my bread? I don't really like the rolls."
"Thanks." He replied as Erasa plopped it down on his tray.
There was a noticeable silence as Gohan and Sharpner turned their attention to their food for a while. Videl looked over at the blonde boy and spoke with authority.
"You just get into a fight?"
"Uhh~"
"No use arguing. I can see the bruises."
"What if he got those somewhere else?"
"It's okay, Erasa. I got these beating up some chumps from Black Star High."
Videl sharpened her brow considerably.
"You fight those punks from The Red Shark Gang?"
"How did you..?"
"I saw some of their crew hanging around after first period. They always wear red. Shitty colour for a gang."
"Well it's to stand out, Bestie."
"Makes for easy targets. You beat em up, Blondie?"
Sharpner kind of goofily choked as Videl spoke up mid-chew.
"Yearh. Thwee ofum'. Gulp."
"Tch. Don't speak while you're eating, that's gross."
"You ashed."
Videl shook her head, placing it on her hiked up left knee and wrapping her arms around it as she leaned away from the tree.
"I think green's a good colour for you." Gohan pointed at Erasa's breasts with a smile. "Brings out your eyes."
Erasa wasn't really fazed because Gohan didn't strike her as that type and he was mostly pointing at her shirt. His smile was genuine and his cheeks were puffy and full of food. It struck her as an actual compliment and not a pseudo creepy guy move.
"Thanks, Gohan."
It didn't really matter though, even if he was the type she didn't mind his attention.
"How is he doing this shit!? He deadass just pointed at her tits and she was into it!"
"Sharpner?"
"Yeah?"
"You look paranoid. Did those gang guys spook ya?"
"No, it's not that."
"Then what is it?" Erasa prodded, leaning in.
"Nothing."
"Sure it is."
"Eheheh. Whatever."
Videl got up in a hurry, dusting herself off.
"You going?"
"Yup, don't feel like missing class."
"See ya!" Erasa waved her off as she stood as well.
Sharpner tapped Gohan on the shoulder as he left.
"We gotta turn these trays in."
"Well where do we~"
"Brah, it should be pretty obvious, why do you ask all these questions?"
Gohan just shrugged his shoulders as they walked inside and turned the trays in the return area in the back.
"Later dude, I gotta go take mathematics."
"Later!" Gohan waved him off and was soon all alone, metaphorically as there were still plenty of students walking the halls.
Gohan took out his schedule and map simultaneously.
"Why do I keep taking out my schedule like I don't know my classes? I got drama with Amaguri in room 317, so where's 317?"
Gohan studied the map for a while.
"Lucky!" He proclaimed. "Just down the hall."
Gohan walked the short distance and once again came across a large room as he entered the door. This room was different, instead of being spacious vertically, it was spacious horizontally. The room had a purple carpet the whole way through until the end and then a stage with red curtains.
"That checks out." Gohan stated plainly as he looked at the schedule.
There were noticeably less students than his other classes.
"So I guess electives have less students in them..?"
Gohan walked into the somewhat scattered somewhat barren room. He waved to a few people to lighten the mood but they didn't really seem all that interested.
"Well…" He scratched his head for a moment before one of the girls waved back.
"Hey! You don't peg me as the drama type."
"I mean I don't think I am, but that's what I'm here for right? Haha."
"Exactly!" She blurted out in a somewhat cutesy voice.
"What's your name?" Gohan asked just as Erasa entered the room from behind him.
"Angela? I'm not letting this two-timing bitch put her greasy, stinky, cheating-ass, hoe-ass, never-wash-her-undies-ass hands on Gohan." "Hiiiiii, Angela!"
"Erasa!"
They hugged it out as Gohan scratched the back of his head.
"Erasa!" Gohan called out.
"We both have Amaguri?"
"Looks like it."
"Nice."
"You know Gohan, Erasa?"
"Yup." She replied, defensively and territorially grabbing onto his left arm. Gohan blushed.
The bell rang loudly for class to start.
"You two sure seem to be well acquainted."
"Eh-heh~" Gohan laughed out dumbly. "Sure do."
Gohan spun Erasa around and landed his arms lackadaisical on each side of her neck, pressing his head on hers smooth-criminal.
"Okay, I was just trying to get Angela's skank-ass away from Gohan but I might just have to cuff this dude." Erasa mused as her face ran hot pink.
Gohan was clearly attracted but he kept it cool as could be as he had the pretty girl in his arms, that's just how Saiyans are.
"Whoa, I didn't know it was… like that." Angela said sensually, seeming to be even more interested at the thought after their display of camaraderie, a sharp fingernail on her lip.
"I mean we're good friends… I think..?"
"... Yeah."
"Well." She walked over and shook Gohan's hand before turning around and shaking out her glorious red curls, the bouncy volume was impressive. "Nice meeting you." She waved femininely with her fingers and walked over to the stage, sitting in one of the chairs.
Erasa was still a little flustered over Gohan's stunt as he let her go.
"Angela's pretty nice."
"I'm gonna keep it real with you Gohan. She's not."
"But you guys hugged. Doesn't that mean you're friends?"
"Look Gohan, that's just how girls operate sometimes."
"So you just lie about your feelings?"
The volume Gohan questioned Erasa with was uncomfortable and could have been disastrous if there weren't already gossipy conversations happening around the room. She looked back at him, but mostly through him as her eyes glazed over from the whacked-out nature of the comment.
"Gohan!" She pulled at the lip of his Titan's cap, tearing his eyes away from hers and towards her large breasts. "What world were you born on? Why did you say that so loud?"
"Uhh. I just don't like lying." He replied as he maintained his focused stare.
"Gohan?"
She definitely noticed.
"What's up?" He shifted his gaze back to hers.
"Forget it." She blushed, bit her lip, and rolled her eyes.
Gohan shrugged his shoulders and the pair walked to the end of the room, just feet away from the stage and sat down on the shitty metal chairs in front of it.
"Hello~ class~" A fair skinned, short, and petite woman walked out from behind the red curtains, sing-songing her advance.
"Whoa!" Gohan proclaimed loudly, much to everyone's surprise. Gohan stood up and knocked his chair over, not really aware of how much of a scene he was making. "You're Loretta from Chad and Loretta!"
The woman didn't say anything, just bathing in the limelight as she framed her face with her extended hands just below her chin in a modelesque manner.
"That's cool! I thought your acting was great!"
"You watch Chad and Loretta? I knew there was something different about you, Gohan." Angela stated loudly, batting her lashes seductively at him.
"Yeah, I thought it was kinda lame but Bulma really liked it. She was also in Space Wars 4 with Pamput. My dad beat him at The 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai."
"Who's Bulma?" Erasa asked earnestly, clearly stuck on that over everything else.
"Ah~hemmm!"
"Sorry." Erasa shifted her attention to their 'teacher'?
"Welcome to drama, I am your teacher Cocoa Amaguri." She paused for effect, Gohan used this lull in her speech to put his chair upright and sit back down. "I won't be working for a while now and I won't really get the same roles either when I get back, I'm a little old for that now." She drew across her face with her index fingertip, showing the wrinkles to her students. "But I can teach you the art of Theatre!" She reached for the stars dramatically and Gohan hyped her up with some claps.
Everyone looked at him.
"What? Was I not supposed to do that?" He stopped clapping, looking around in worry.
"I… I love him." Erasa shook her head in total and utter awe. "He's like as oblivious as you could ask for."
"You clap when the performance is over, darling. We still have a whole class period to go through."
"Oh! You're right." Gohan just wore a goofy smile as he put his hands in his lap and paid attention to their teacher.
"Now this is Drama. That means that we are going to be acting on stage for a majority of the class and at the end of the year you'll be performing in the stadium in front of the student body at the last assembly. If any of you are not comfortable with that prospect make sure to go change your schedule, you've got about three weeks before anything locks in so make sure to go talk to you counselor." She strutted around the room with a lot of stage presence and authority, helped by her strong hand movements and gestures.
Cocoa looked around and eyed Angela up and down. She did the same for Gohan. She nodded at the prospect.
"That being said I really like what I'm seeing, we've really got some handsome gentlemen and some pretty ladies here in this classroom. You could go far in this business."
Gohan raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Why does it matter if I'm handsome or pretty?"
"Most contractors aren't going to pick you up if your image can't sell."
"That's dumb. It's supposed to be about the acting, isn't it?"
"Well yes, but-"
"Then they lie."
"Well no~"
"I'm not really liking the fact that your looks matter more than your acting." He crossed his arms defiantly.
"Well, sir, it is about the acting but you need to cross the minimum threshold to be eligible."
"Sounds to me like your looks are the crucial factor if you can't get in on acting alone."
Cocoa didn't really have an argument, just standing at her full height and maintaining battle-like eye contact with Gohan.
"Gohan doesn't care that he's talking to the teacher…" Erasa gazed at the man sitting next to her, a strange force rippling his black vest. "He's something else." She smiled deeply.
"You've certainly got conviction… young man. What's your name?"
"My name is Son Gohan."
The teacher went back and fetched a clipboard from behind the curtains and checked the attendance list. She nodded with a wicked smile.
"Well, Gohan."
"..?"
"Unless you wish to transfer I'm going ahead and penciling you in as Romeo for the end year play."
"Fine by me." He answered by wearing a devilish and antagonistic smirk.
The class exploded with hype, some jealousy as well of course. Cocoa looked back at the boy with intrigue as she set down the clipboard on the stage, hopping down and walking towards the row of chairs. They maintained their focus as Cocoa went to go fetch something from the office room in the back. Erasa looked on as Gohan scratched the back of his head.
The rest of the class period passed by with much less hype than the start and Gohan parted with Erasa only to see Videl in P.E. class, his final quarter of the day.
"Videl!" Gohan yelled from across the track.
"You've gotta be~"
"We've got two classes together, awesome!" Gohan cleared the grass much quicker than he should have been able, much to Videl's keen awareness.
She raised a brow at Gohan and finally met his eye contact for the first time.
"Why do you insist on pestering me?"
"..."
"..."
"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry for bothering you." He put his arms down and clung tight to his binder on the side. "I just thought you were really cute so I wanted to talk to you, sorry."
A warm, indescribable surge pulsed through her being as Gohan walked away. She put a hand on her chest only to realise that she was staring at nothing for a while.
"He likes me? Why would he just say that out loud? Stupid..." Videl ruminated as Gohan walked away.
Gohan sat his binder down on the grass and sat by his lonesome.
"Nah, he's a creep. I bet the only reason he's friends with Erasa is so that he could get in her pants too."
She was right, but only really half right. Gohan was happy to just make friends but Saiyans are incredibly horny most of the time due to high testosterone levels. Gohan was gonna go crazy if he-
"Whis?"
"Yes?"
"I didn't plug walk all the way over to your staff just to hear you tell me that one of those Earthlings is horny. I didn't need to hear that."
"But it's part of the story."
"Well I wanna skip, where's Buu at anyway?"
"We're not skipping, Gohan's my favourite. I just might have to go somewhere else."
"Ah-hem."
And then I flew away with the staff in tow. Beerus turned his nose at me and went back to his cot in a mood.
Gohan sat on the grass for a while until a slim and feeble looking old man walked out onto the track. People turned their eyes to him and then audibly groaned as he stepped over with intent.
"Hello class. My name is…" He halted for a moment to think. "Mr. Flamingo."
The older gentleman had on a deep green button up and completed the look with brown shoes and a deep indigo colour for his slacks. His facial hair was more like cat whiskers rather than anything resembling a mustache. He had hair but was balding, the sides jut out in a fantastical way and were a salty grey turning white. He wore shades as he stared down the students menacingly.
"My my." Flamingo thought to himself. He spared a glance at Gohan but the Half-Saiyan couldn't really tell. "That young girl actually has Ki." He mused after being fed the feedback of his Ki Sensing pulse.
Flamingo smiled wide and sharpened his brow downward.
"Turtle school will fear our wrath soon. Just you wait, brother." Flamingo ruminated as he walked towards Gohan. "You! Girl!"
"Huh?" Videl questioned lazily from the grass, fiddling with her pigtails before stopping abruptly.
"Yes, you. Would you like to come train martial arts with me after class? I'm in need of some new recruits and you'll do nicely." He attempted to pat Videl on the shoulder but was met a swift parry. "I know you can use energy."
"..!"
Gohan was spooked, which in turn caused Flamingo to kick it into high gear, the two locking eyes for just a moment.
"Does he know?" He pondered a mile a minute with his left hand still on him. As quick as could be Flamingo turned around and put his arms behind his back. "Never mind, child."
Gohan just blinked like he forgot something, scanning the length of the track field that the other students inhabited. He scratched the top of his head and sat back down next to his binder.
Flamingo is not Flamingo at all. His name is Master Shen and he is an expert level martial artist of The Crane School. He has been training vigorously over the 18 year gap he last saw Tien, his student, at The 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. He already possessed Telepathy but he has honed even that skill to a finer shine, able to erase small gaps in memory like a Kai. I don't have to say anything else, while Gohan might not know, I know you do.
Flamingo gave one last once over and peered out into the crowd before vanishing right in front of their eyes, their eyes in turn glazing over as Master Shen snapped his fingers.
Snap. Wsst!
The students all blinked for a moment as another man walked onto the premises, teacher badge worn proudly on his black tank top.
"Hey class, I'm going to be teaching you all today."
Videl rolled her eyes again as the well muscled man walked into the fray, peering out into the students. Gohan spared one final glance at Videl who did in fact return it but only to stick out her tongue and make a frowny face at him. The son of Son Goku looked up at the passing clouds and soon enough:
The final quarter of the day passed just like the rest. Gohan thought long and hard and only came to one conclusion:
"I like both Erasa and Videl. But which one do I choose..? Gosh!" He let out with a laugh and rosy cheeks. "I'm getting ahead of myself! A girlfriend first day..? But mom did say that she and dad got together in what was effectively two times seeing each other…"
Gohan laughed as he soared above the city on his orange cloud. He soared above the tall buildings, he soared above the traffic, then he soared above the hills, the mountains. Finally he reached Mount Paozu and the many forests and creatures dotting the landscape. The orange cloud that could placed him delicately on the dirt and he fixed his bag.
The eldest son of Son Goku attempted to walk the rest of the way but before he could:
WHAMM!
"Gohan!" His mother screamed from the door, forcing a delayed reaction from the boy, something along the lines of: 'what did I do?'.
She ran doggedly down the path and picked her child up in a tight-as-could-be bear hug.
"Howwasyourfirstdayofschooldidyoueatyetareyouhungryhowwasenglishclassdidyoureadanyclassicswhatwereyourassignmentslikedidyouhavearoughtimewhatwasshakespeare'sfirstplay?"
"Uhh, Henry the sixth part two. I'm fine mom, really."
She wiped nonexistent sweat from her brow, sighing at a job well done.
"Well come on in and eat, Gohan. We've been waiting all day for you."
"Heh-heh." The eldest son giggled as he walked behind his mother.