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Gohan stumbled into class just as the tardy bell rang.

"Glad to see you on time for once Son, if barely," his teacher commented.

He felt his ears burn in embarrassment. Ignoring the snickering of his classmates, he mumbled a quick apology before making his way to his seat and his friends (were they his friends). Sharpner was trying to catch some girl's attention, and Erasa was having a one sided conversation with Videl who was doodling in her notebook.

"Hey guys," he greeted them as he took out his textbook and promptly laid his head on it. He was exhausted. Goten had kept pestering him about what school was like. And his mother kept nagging him about city life, and lecturing him about not turning out like Yamacha who apparently was spotted at the mall with a high schooler.

Erasa was the only one to actually reply. Videl simply waved a hand without bothering to look up, and Sharpner ignored him, still intent on trying to score a date.

"Hey Gohan," Erasa excitedly greeted him before dishing out the latest gossip, "Have you heard, we're getting a new student next week."

Videl rolled her eyes, "I told you already, no one cares."

"But I heard that her dad's some big sports player. Isn't that cool," the blond continued to gush.

That caught Sharpner's attention. "Really, betcha she's a real babe."

Videl cuffed the blond on the back of his head. "It doesn't matter. She's probably just some air head if she needed her daddy's name to get into school."

"Air head or not, hot is hot, right Gohan," Sharpner replied, earning another swift hit to the back of his head while Gohan only shook his head demurely at his friend's comment.

Giggling, Erasa spoke, "Like anyone would wanna go out with you."

"Capsule Corps, Bulma Briefs, the prettiest and smartest woman in the universe speaking," Bulma automatically spoke into the phone as she tinkered with a few wires.

Laughter met her response before a familiar voice started to speak, "You never change, do you Bulma."

The blue haired genius immediately recognized the voice of her ex. She slammed down the tools she was working with to glare at the phone.

"You have a lotta nerve buddy. A high school girl, really," she yelled into the speaker, her anger from her previous chat with Chi Chi returning.

"What the hell are you talking about," came his confused reply.

"Drop the act Yamcha. It's in all the magazines," she shouted.

"You mean those dumb gossip magazines that calls Satan the strongest man the world," he deadpanned.

Bulma hesitated, before snapping, "Alright, what do you want?"

"An apology would be nice, but that's not why I'm calling."

Huffing, Bulma tightened her grip on the phone, "Why are you calling then," as if she would actually apologize.

From the other side of the line, Yamcha rolled his eyes but got straight to the point, "I want you to meet my daughter."

"Yeah, sure," she breezily replied until she registered what exactly he had said. "Wait, what!"

"I told you about her? After the Cell Games her mother called and I left town for a while," he grumbled. He was never going to forgive the woman for not telling him for years that he had a daughter. He had missed so much.

"Oh yeah, well just bring her by. I'm curious what kind of kid you spawned."

Yamcha rolled his eyes. "Gee thanks, but anyway her birthday is coming up and I wanted to do something special."

"Okay, well come by this weekend. I can help you after I meet her."

"Thanks Bulma, you're the best."

"I know," was her humble response as she hung up.