Chapter 2: Family Matters part 1
Ok I know I forgot to do this to my last chapter, but comment and I got the character Raphael from Wilmi, the creator of Gohan:the untold story. I am brand new on this website, literally, I started on this last Saturday haha . Anyway there is a part 2 to this because the original chapter is super long.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Okay, we are studying the history of Martial Arts today," I looked up and saw Tomas shooting spitballs, "What are you doing?"
"Umm…nothing," he replied and tried to hide the straw behind his back.
"Okay… then what's that?" I asked pointing towards it.
"It's…It's uh," He couldn't speak right, he was too nervous.
"I have a daughter who deals with bullies, and trust me, it's not fun. I could make you school a living, well you know what I mean," I said with a devilish smirk. I usually did this when I was winning an argument.
"Yeah right, you would be fired," Tom replied cockily. I smiled at this sudden change of attitude; it was like he got a boost of confidence.
"True…but I can still give detention," I heard a long "OH" come from the class. His cocky smile turned to a terrified frown.
"Please don't!" He begged.
"Last chance," I warned. I walked back to my desk and started to grade the tests.
Ring, Ring, Ring! The school bell went off. I started getting my papers together and clipped them. I looked up and saw the class was already to leave until I stopped them.
"Hey, guys, you do know you have homework, right?" I said in a teasing tone. The class let out a huge sigh and went back to their seats.
"Write an essay on who you think was the best martial arts champion. It will need fact and opinion, and if you don't know what it is, then look it up…I change my mind, your favorite Martial Artist of all time, junior or major divisions will suffice," I said. They were all gawking at me like I was stupid. I gave them a don't-mess-with-me look. The class turned and walked out of the room. I started packing my things when Pan's school called me.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi, is this ?" I heard a familiar voice ask me.
"Yes it is," I replied.
"Phew, good thought I got the wrong number. Anyway this is Pan's teacher, Ms. Allison." She started our weird conversation.
"Oh…How are you? Is Pan in trouble?" I asked concerned.
"I am fine, and not necessarily. She punched a boy a school today, granted she is still a preschooler, but…" I interrupted before she got time to finish.
"I know, inexcusable. Let me get my wife and we will head there, it shouldn't take too long. Trust me we will take care of this," I explained.
"Ok, thank you," She hung up after that. I put some files and put into a box. When I reached my car i turned and put it down. Before I even realized someone was there, a hand fell on my shoulder. My natural Saiyin instincts kicked in, and I turned and punched. I didn't feel a person's soft skin under my knuckles, instead it was, now a bent, metal door.
"Fudge!" I yelled while shaking my hand frantically trying to cool it off. I knew better than to curse, so I decided to say something I liked.
"Oh my lord! Are you okay?" Ms. Frobischer asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, but I can't stay, Pan got into trouble at school, bye!" I called as I drove off. Phew, I thought to myself, too close, WAY TOO CLOSE. I stopped at a red light when I felt this jab of pain run through m hand, I looked at my hand, and sure enough, I was bleeding. Just what I need I thought as I searched the glove box for a bandage. I quickly found one and wrapped my hand, just in time too, the red light turned green as soon as I got done.
"Videl? You home?" I asked as I put my keys down on the table. I heard something, so I made my way towards the kitchen, wanting to see if it was her.
"Gohan?" a man with black hair and deep, dark brown eyes came into view.
"Dad! How…When…What are you doing here?" I asked confusedly.
"Well your mom missed you and you know how she gets," Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, which is a very famous trademark in the Son family.
"Yeah she can be a little crazy," We laughed for awhile until he noticed my hand.
"Umm… Gohan, what happened to your hand?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah, long story," I got the keep-going look, "Well I was getting ready to leave when Lisa decided to scare me half-to-death. With me being Mr. Jumpy lately, I turned and punched. Sadly my fist decided to hit my car though." I looked up to him laughing at me, I just glared at him.
"What did your car ever do to you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up," I replied annoyed.
"Gohan?!" I heard my mother's shocked voice.
"Hi mom" I replied.
"Oh Gohan, I missed you so much!" She wailed as she through herself in my arms.
"Mom…can't…breathe…" I choked out, somehow.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized; I just gave her a reassuring smile.
"There you are Videl," I said walking to my violet-eyed wife.
"Hey Gohan, where is our daughter?" she questioned.
"She got into trouble at school, so we need to have a parent teacher conference thingy," I replied.
"Alright let me grab my coat," she sighed.
"You guys can stay, but yeah like I said I need to go," I explained to my parents.
"Don't worry about it; just meet us at Capsule Corp." Dad suggested. I nodded in agreement.
"Ready to go?" I asked Videl.
"Yes. See you at Capsule Corp. Goku." She waved bye to my father and mother.
"Bye guys!" My Father waved farewell back. He put 2 fingers up to his forehead and disappeared. He used a technique called Instant Transmission. The user can transmit him/her to another person by locating their life-force; they can also take another person with them if they touch them.
Why would Pan get into a fight? I pondered. I couldn't comprehend the fact my little four-year-old got into a fight, of all things. I figured it would be something like her stealing an extra snack, nope, a fight. Oh well, I guess that is what happens when she has her mom's and her dad's genes in her.
"Gohan?" Videl interrupted my thinking process.
"What's up," I replied.
"The sky," she sneered.
"Okay…Okay…Yes dear?" I replied sarcastically.
"Ha…ha…ha. I just wanted to know what you were thinking about," she told me.
"Nothing," she gave me a your-lying look, "Okay, I was just wondering why Pan got into a fight at school, I mean, why would she anyway?"
"I don't know, but I guess we will find out," Videl answered as we pulled into the school parking lot.
Here we go I thought as we walked into the classroom. Pan was sitting on a chair fidgeting with her fingers, I knew right then she was nervous. I knelt down and put one hand on her shoulder, she smiled at me. I smiled back, but underneath I was worried, shocked, and disappointed in her.
"Alright, Pan, tell your parents what happened today." Ms. Allison stated sternly.
"Well…I was cleaning the really pretty locket Daddy gave me, and that is when David came and took. I tried getting it back, but he pushed me down on the ground. I jumped but I couldn't reach it; I just got so mad I ended up punching him…I didn't mean too!" Pan explained teary eyed and frightened. The fact she defended herself made me so proud, but the fact that she resulted in violence made me angry and disappointed. Then again she does have her mother's and my genes, that also means anger issues. I was too shocked to say anything.
"Well Ms. Allison, we will take care of it. She will be punished for her actions, even though she has never done this before." I was finally able to speak.
"I do know the stories about you and your wife, it doesn't surprise me that she got mad so easily," The teacher chuckled. Videl was mad, at first, until she started giggling as well. I think I was the only person not smiling; lately I haven't had a reason to. Pan was terrified, but she was laughing at her mom.
"Ok, I will let it slide this time. I usually don't do this, but I do like you Pan, just don't do it again," Ms. Allison stated after she calmed down.
"Thank you Sarah. We appreciate it," My wife thanked the teacher; we shook hands, and went on our way. As we made our way to the car, Videl scolded Pan, but I knew better than to say anything when I am angry.
I was deep in thought, until Videl made me jump five feet in the air. The car made a screeching noise as I tried to get back on track, I eventually did.
"Sorry," I sighed.
"Why are you sorry?" Videl asked, I don't think I'm the only one who noticed that something was off.
"I…Don't…" I couldn't even finish my sentence. I was confused, shocked, and angry; I had no idea what to say. I looked through the rear-view mirror and saw Pan staring at me through it, but as soon as I looked she looked away. I sighed again. I shook my head back and forth. I noticed Videl still looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Gohan, if you are hurt or sad, you can come to me. You know that, right?" She looked worried, I gave her a warm and reassuring smile, she looked back to the road and I followed. It was a kind of awkward silence until Pan spoke up.
"Daddy?" she called.
"What is it Pan" I replied.
"Where are we going?" Normal kid question.
"Bulma's, why?"
"Can we pretend that nothing happened today? I don't want you are me to be embarrassed."
"Of course," I chuckled.
We got to Capsule Corporation and called in. We were told that Bulma would be happy to see us. We started walking up the stairs, when I stopped as a cold chill ran throughout my spine. Pan gave me a weird glance; I just grabbed her hand and smiled. Thank God for my smile.
"Hey guys," A woman with bright blue eyes and matching short hair answered the door.
"Hi Bulma," I replied.
"Oh great, Kakarrot's first brat is here too," A muscular man with spiky hair sneered.
"Nice to see you, too Vegeta" I smirked. He scoffed and disappeared down the hallway.
"How did you tame the beast?" I asked Bulma.
"A woman's touch," Videl answered for her.
"I am a beast now?" I said teasingly.
"I didn't say that!" she replied.
"I was just joking!" I put my hands up in defeat. She chuckled and pecked my cheek. She followed Bulma to the living room while I walked to the balcony where my dad and the others were.
"Hi guys," I waved.
"Nice conversation there, kid," I turned and saw my old sensei leaning against the wall.
"You're not going to stop calling me kid, are you, Piccolo?" I asked him.
"Nope," He laughed and looked at me.
"Hey Gohan. How are you doing? You've grown a lot since we last seen each other," Krillin, a short gray haired monk, said desperately changing the subject.
"Fine, but you are as small as ever," I laughed.
"Not funny," He pouted back. Everyone laughed. We all separated and started making small talk. Tien and Yamcha went together, Krillin, Oolong, and Puar started to argue, Goten and Trunks went inside with Pan, and Piccolo, Dad, and I started to talk.
"So, Gohan, have you been training at all?" Piccolo asked.
"You're joking, right? I have no time to train, its work, home, then bed." I laughed.
"Thought so," He replied.
"Well, maybe us three should go together," Dad suggested. All of the sudden it felt like I got in the head by a brick. I leaned against the railing and rubbed my head.
"Gohan, are you okay?" I looked up to see my wife, but my head was killing me.