Thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters. I hope that this one will be as good if not better than those. Also may I point out that anyone who is willing to beta this story or work with me to finish it can give me a PM if they desire to do so.
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Let us begin with Chapter 3.
Why me, Why me! Chapter 3
Chapter 3:To my Doom!
Gohan POV
After making sure no one misbehaved as asked we began to spar, myself lightly, so I didn't hurt Videl. She on the other hand was going all out and was making my life easier; she was becoming agitated by the fact that since we had started about 5 minutes ago, she still hadn't been able to hit me without me blocking it.
"Grrr… Stop blocking me, fight already."
"Maybe I'm practising my Blocking techniques?"
"Still, fight me, I'm becoming rather impatient."
"ALRIGHT CLASS!" Coach shouted, surprising all of us.
"The results for the Lap numbers have been sorted, everyone form a line towards Mr. Shinto." He ordered. I made sure that I was at the back of the line.
Videl, Sharpener and Erasa joined me so we waited as people received their results.
After waiting ten minutes we got to the teacher. He looked up at Sharpener first and then trailed his finger down the list.
"Mr. Lead, you had a total number of 25 laps."
"Okay, thank you sir." He said, to my surprise, I rarely saw Sharpener thank people.
"Miss. Roober, you have a grand total of 13 laps."
"Thank you sir." She said in her usual sing-song voice.
"Miss. Satan, you ran for 37 laps."
"Okay, cheers sir." She said smiling, probably because she beat most of the class.
"Ahh. Mr. Son, before I give you your result, just tell me, how do you do it?"
"Uhh… Do what sir?"
"Run for a total of 62 laps."
"Just don't stop."
*Ten minutes later*
While the rest of the class had moved on to basic sparring, me, Videl, Sharpener and James, just relaxed, me and Videl started talking technique and how I was making my own style of Martial Arts. From the other side of the field we saw Erasa sparring sadly with Angela Bell, the class' most obnoxious student. I nudged Videl, then gestured over to Erasa.
"Oh, that's really cruel Gohan." She said slapping my arm playfully.
"So, anyway, how many laps did you get?"
"I got 37 laps, what about you?"
"I only got 62 done."
Then she exploded into fits of "buts" and "what's".
Then the bell rang for the end of first period, I realised, I had my non weighted Gi on. Rushing over to coach I just asked if I could use the bathroom.
About five minutes later I came out in a more comfortable Gi, it was my favourite of my many Gi's.
The rest of the class went rather quickly and Coach came into the changing room while we were changing to talk about some sort of tournament, I wasn't really paying attention as I was changing.
**BOOM**
"What was that?" Coach asked looking around at us.
"My shirt sir, sorry about that."
"Your shirt?!" he asked.
"I picked it up and underneath it the floor was now cracked like a spider's web.
"What's that thing made of?"
"Some sort of dense carbon poly something alloy mixed in with the cotton."
"So, how much does it way, Nerd-boy?" some jock shouted out, even though they all knew I was muscular, they must have thought I was on steroids or something.
"This," I said gesturing to the shirt, "About 100 kilos, my wristbands about 100 each and my boots are 200 each."
"Yeah right." Another jock shouted, coach being gobsmacked just gawked.
"Would you like to put it on then?" I taunted, this was going to be funny, he wouldn't even be able to lift it.
The jock in general was Mark Fontain, some weird jock who had aspirations of becoming a football captain. After staring at me, he gulped, I just gestured my shirt, he then hooked his arms under the thing and pulled upwards, as predicted nothing happened.
"Do you want a hand?" I said again taunting him.
In the end he just gave up so I picked it up and put it in my bag.
*One hour later*
Videl POV
After our third lesson all of us gathered on the roof. Gohan being the speedy person he now is was there before we even left the first floor of the building. We arrived on the roof about five minutes later to see Gohan just sat down patting his stomach.
"Hey, Gohan, was that all your lunch or just part 1?" I asked jokingly as we arrived.
He looked at us like we were monsters.
"What, you guys brought Part 2?"
"No Brains." Sharpener sighed.
We sat around talking about anything and everything for the rest of lunch. That is until Erasa brought up a topic I wanted to talk about but without forcing him to.
"Hey, Gohan?!" she called in her bubbly voice.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"How did you become so fast and strong but you eat tons?"
"High metabolism and I exercise before school and after, well after I've done my homework."
"So what kind of exercise is it, Brains?" Sharpener asked, Gohan must be doing something right as he was peaking even Sharpener's interest.
"Umm… well it's a mix of Swordsmanship, err… survival skills and umm… Martial Arts."
"So as well as being a super genius you're also a fighter?" Erasa cut in.
"Yes and no." he replied, I knew by that he wasn't hiding anything but he was at the same time.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Well yes I am a fighter, but only when I need to be, when I'm not I'm just plain old Gohan, the guy who's smarter than many people." He sighed in defeat.
Gohan POV
"Well yes I am a fighter, but only when I need to be, when I'm not I'm just plain old Gohan, the guy who's smarter than many people." I sighed. This maybe wasn't the best idea but there wasn't anything human that I could do to stop it.
"Okay… so when do you need to be a fighter?" Videl asked, almost like she was interrogating me.
"When I need to protect my family… and my friends." I sighed again, I really didn't need this conversation.
"You sound upset, like you failed at something before, come on Gohan, we're your friends you can tell us you know."
"Thanks guys, but no thanks, I won't talk about it because it's bad for my own health, my doctor told me to try to talk when I'm not going to get angry and I don't need that… you three don't either."
"Was this thing traumatic?" Erasa asked, giving me a kind supportive smile.
"Yeah, I was eleven."
"One last question, why do you need to and not want to?"
"Because, apart from two men I know, I'm meant to be the strongest out of our family and friends."
"How strong are these men?"
"You said one question, and I'm not allowed to speak for them." I snapped. I gathered up my things and walked away, I needed me time not them time.
The rest of the day went surprisingly fast, I kept my head down as much as possible and did my work to the best that I could do, which may have been better than the teacher.
After saying a quick farewell to my friends I went straight towards the Lookout, rather than Bulma's.
"Hey Gohan!" my small Namekian friend, Dende said, happy to see me after so long.
"Hey, how are you man, it's been a few months since I was here."
"I'm fine, I wish I could say the same for you, I saw what happened at your school, I tried to help but my abilities only go so far."
"I know, but thank you for trying. Do you know where Piccolo is by any chance?"
"Yeah, he's inside."
"Cheers Dende, your awesome."
I clapped him on the back and then using my Saiyan abilities rushed towards my former sensei.
"Good Afternoon Gohan." Was all he said, not moving from his meditative position.
"To you as well Piccolo." I said bowing to my sensei, he taught me so much and yet I still had much to learn.
"What is it that troubles you Gohan?"
"How… but…what?" I stuttered.
"I know you are troubled, your ki is in flux, which happenes when you are troubled or angry, but your voice tells me that your anger isn't here." He explained, since he fused with Kami and that other Namekian, Nail, Piccolo had become not only wise, but more compassionate and empathetic.
"I'm having trouble at school, there are these people, maybe friends, and they've seen how fast I am when my power is at a minimum and how strong too. They want to know more… but… but I'm scared." I said, my voice breaking near to the end.
I slumped to the floor my head resting on my knees, when a familiar arm did something I never thought it would do, it hugged me.
(A/N Piccolo is definitely more O.C than cannon, but these FF aren't always Cannon are they.)
After a minute of me breaking down into tears, it pulled away. Obviously this was the most fatherly thing Piccolo could do, without trying to be my dad.
*Half an hour later*
"Hey mom, I'm home!" I said, my tears from earlier discarded and my emotions back in check.
"Hey Gohan." My mom said, smiling at me as if she'd won the lottery.
"Are you alright mom?"
"Yeah, I've just heard some great news."
"What?" this peaked my interest; mom's good news was usually about schooling or the Z warriors.
"Satan city police department are recruiting young men and women, from highschools to be a part of their young person's programme."
My face instantly dropped. A scowl set in place.
"Night mom." I mumbled and walked off, I didn't need that."
I stalked off to my room thinking over what had happened to my life since Cell.
I had passed my doctorate in mechanical engineering at the age of 14, to mom's obviously excitement, I had gained a job, lab and work at Capsule Corps at the age of 15 and had been working since, and also studying for my other doctorates too. My life it seemed was entirely devoted to work. Goten made sure it wasn't, when I passed my Doctorate he was only 4 so he was relatively loud, but I couldn't be harsh on him, or the Frying Pan of Doom would leave it's mark.
I had chosen to spar with him once he was 6, he had made sure that I was in good shape, for a Saiyan, and he had made friends with Trunks. When I looked at my little brother I saw Dad, and how selfless he was, Goten, much like dad, didn't care if he had to do chores as long as he knew who he was helping. He hated it when people took advantage of him, dad did too. It was weird, like Goten was an absolute Carbon copy of Dad.
Then came the joys of high school. Basically I was there to socialise, but I needed good grades so I could get to college for my other degrees. I guess in the week and a half that I had been there I had made some friends, Sharpener, Erasa and Videl. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that if they knew who or what I was they'd use that as either an excuse not to know me or to try and use my unknown fame to their advantage. I hated people who did that.
I pondered the police Young person's programme; maybe it would be good for me, especially for a reference for college. Also I might be able to turn the tables on crime in the city, that would help more people, I wanted to protect my friends and family, I even said that today, so why couldn't I protect those in the city? Because fame wasn't my thing, that was more of a Satan thing.
But surely I could give the credit to the police department. I had made my decision. I would give a shot for a week maybe two, then see how it was, after the field trip to Capsule Corps of course.
Videl POV
I really was confused about Gohan, first off he acts like a common class nerd, then yesterday he begins to show what he is actually like, but then today, it was weird, like he was hiding something, against his will. Maybe he was, but maybe I was being overdramatic. I didn't know, but what I did know is that this next week was the field trip to Capsule Corps. I would get to the bottom of Gohan's secrets; he will tell me why he's being so weird. I promised that to myself. As daughter of the World's saviour I had an image to uphold, even if my dad was a complete fool sometimes.
I had like yesterday done all of my homework and had been talking to Erasa about Gohan's weird behaviour. Instead of the usual remarks of "you fancy him" and "Don't deny it" she actually wanted to find out too.
I turned to my TV and decided to watch some silly show about a young man who gains an extra soul by passing through a village destroyed by bandits. After a few hours of watching that and other TV shows, it was 9 at night so I got ready to sleep and then I laid down on my bed. Sleep engulfed me, I must have been tired.
*Two hours later*
Gohan POV
I was dreaming, I had to be, there was no way that Cell was back, no.
"Hello again, Saiyan!" it exclaimed at me. I suddenly felt weak.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, jolting upright. I looked around my surroundings, thankfully, it was my room. I relaxed my muscles and laid back down. This dream was a usual one, it occurred every so often and it always pained me like this. Mom knew not to bother me while I was having nightmares, only because I didn't want to hurt her. Or hurt Goten. The only ones who could usually stop me if I got out of hand were Vegeta and Piccolo. They had helped when it first began, thankfully though, I regained control and it stopped.
I trained my thoughts on sleep just as I had been taught and was sleeping within minutes.
*A few hours later*
A small object jumped on my chest pushing the air out of me, then it began to yell, "GOHANGOHANGOHAN, GETUPGETUPGETP!" I swatted the thing on my chest off of me, hearing a slight crunch as it hit the wall. I began getting up, the small thing being Goten, happy with his mission walked out for his breakfast. After a brief shower I gathered my things for school and my things for going to Bulma's. My mom had decided that I was staying the whole weekend, which meant nothing good for me, I'd probably be sparring my ass off.
After packing a few items that I had on me where ever I stayed, I rushed to the table and as always basically inhaled my food.
"Thanks mom! That was great!" I exclaimed feeling full.
"You're welcome, now hurry up, you need to get to school."
"Okay see you tomorrow." I said grabbing my bags and rushed outside, to school.
After arriving at school I ran into Videl again, I had a knack for doing that.
"Oh… Videl, I'm so sorry, here." I said offering her my arm, and she pulled herself up.
"Hey." I said grinning while I scratched the back of my head.
"How do you stay upright each time this happens?" she asked after just gawking.
"Training, I guess."
"One last question, please?" she asked, smiling, that was new, she rarely smiled at people but I nodded whilst we walked towards the lockers.
"How come you never show off your body? I mean you're more ripped that Sharpener."
"I don't like it when people just stare at me for what I have compared to what I am." I said sternly.
We carried on to class after ditching what we didn't need in the lockers.
*Six hours later*(A/N Can't have another chapter of school when this is about a field trip can we?)
After leaving school behind, I made sure that no-one would see me. I grabbed my only capsule and popped it, throwing it to the ground nearby. After the small cloud of smoke dissipated I saw before me, a beautiful machine, my machine. I had been one of the five scientists working on this model of the Jetcopter. It was sleek and had more seating space than before, well the family model did. This model was like Videl's model. The differences being that it was sleeker, faster, easier to handle and was coloured an awesome Orange, similar to my Gi. I quickly got in it stowing all my things in the seat next to me, and took off, to doom.
Yeah that's all for this chapter folks, I know its smaller than before but I have a large chapter hopefully next so it will make up for it.
The reason I didn't go through the school day was, like I said before, this is about Gohan's troubles at CC not his school life, maybe after CC I'll give you a School part.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review it.
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