Yesterday at school was definitely strange. No-one brings up Dad's death because I know I would blame myself but, the people here don't know any better. Mr. Satan is their hero, mine is my father.

I hate hearing about Dad because all is does is bring back painful memories. So yesterday, when Sharpener asked if Dad passed away, I walked off instantly while muttering I 'needed' to go the bathroom. It was more like I needed to go somewhere away from people, who wouldn't know any better because everyone thinks my father is some 'trickster.'

People wouldn't know about my past and how I feel towards it because I don't want show reopen old wounds but, Sharpener would've gotten a glimpse of it yesterday by looking at me. He isn't that smart but, he isn't stupid beyond belief, he knew something was up.

But, it's not like many people understand. They got their father back with the dragon balls. Mine, refused to come back because of his screw up of a son but, I know it was my fault. But, there must have been a few who stayed in Otherworld, right?

"Gohan! Time for school," Mum calls out. I peer over the side of my bed and walk towards her.

Mum's been different ever since I came home that day. She hasn't been the same. She cries when no-one is watching (when she thinks there is no-one looking at her) and she's been sad about Dad's choice. There is no denying Mum isn't the only one who didn't like Dad's decision.

But, also the main thing that I find strange with Mum now is that she isn't hard on me about my studies and doesn't make me study so much. It's refreshing but, I push myself to do it. I just want to make her happy. It's one thing to put a smile on her face, so it does get easier for Mum.

I've stopped fighting altogether. It's tiresome; all the bleeding, and fighting and also with the wounds that ache within me. I don't think anyone is supposed to feel so much pain in a lifetime or even witness so much death.

For every death; another scar is made within my heart.

"More like my chest!"

"Gohan," I see Mum, "here's your lunch." She hands me a capsule. "Enjoy your day sweetie." I lean over to kiss Mum on the cheek and open the front door to take off in the air; leaving the door shut behind me.

Feeling the breeze against my body, I remember the first day of school. It wasn't easy because I never wanted to get involved.

Flashback

Gunshots could be heard from the distance as I just entered Satan City. I flew onto a building to see from below, what all the commotion was all about.

Looking down, a girl with dark hair that had been worn in pigtails was attacking criminals. I turned my back to the fight, trying to deny to erg to help or fight. I gave up fighting six years ago. I wasn't going to start now.

End of Flashback

I promised myself after the whole Bojack incident that I would avoid fighting or even transforming into a super saiyan. All it would do is bring back is bad memories and all the fighting.

Besides I have enough knowledge in the universe to survive – I don't need strength.

"But, you do! You're so blinded by your hatred towards me!"

Landing a little distance from Orange Star High, I start walking towards the school. As I enter the building, I see Sharpener. All I want to do is turn my back and run out of the school but, I'm not going to do that. Mum would be furious and would probably kill me for quitting school. Besides I need to keep her happy.

"Hey man!" Sharpener calls out. I look up, "Sorry about yesterday." he apologies. I wish I could forgive him in every possible way but, it hurts. I don't like this pain –I don't like bringing up withered pieces of my past.

"That's okay," I grin, "you didn't know."

"Of course he didn't know –you have never tried to tell anybody! You suck at it Gohan!"

"Gohan," Sharpener looks at me questioningly, "You remind me of someone."

I look in disbelief. I'm no superhero, "Who exactly?" I ask hesitantly. I don't want to be recognised as the Delivery boy or son of a hero who made the stupidest mistake in the universe.

"This kid I've been seeing in my dreams," he takes a breath, "I have no idea who he is though." Sharpener explains.

"That's strange." I comment.

"Strange indeed my friend," He grabs my arm and drags me into home group.

"So Videl," I hear as I enter the classroom, "How were the criminals this morning?" A blonde haired girl who is one of my friends asks, a girl with dark hair that is in pigtails.

"Fine Erasa," She sighs, "I hate the calls at six o'clock in the morning."

Erasa looks in pity, "If someone wanted me up at that time I would chuck the nearest object at their face."

Sharpener and I sit down. He shudders, "I already know what it feels like," He explains looking at me and glaring at Erasa, "on one of our fieldtrips I had to wake her up and it took awhile for her to even hear me. As soon as I got her attention she grabbed the lamp and chucked it at my head." His eyes might as well have shot daggers at Erasa, "I'm glad it wasn't glass though."

"You're being serious right?" I look in total disbelief. This story sounds real but, a little far-fetched for me.

Erasa smiles sheepishly, "Yes it is true. Everyone makes sure though there are no glass objects near me otherwise the person waking me up will get hurt." She grabs something out of her bag, "here are the receipts from the new lamps I've needed because they have stopped working."

"You haven't!-" Sharpener doesn't finish his sentence as he reads the receipts. He can't believe it.

"I've broken five this year. It's a new record." Erasa laughs.

"And she says it like it's a good thing." Videl mutters underneath her breath.

"It is." Erasa laughs.

I wonder how she does it. She may seem ditsy but, she isn't. Is it an act? Keeping a smile on her face? There are no sad glints or a frown upon her face…what is going on? Why am I thinking about sad things again?

"Because you're sad. You idiot! And you call yourself the genius! Mister perfect marks on the entry exam! That's not going to make you truly happy!"

"Alright class! We've got some great new! We're going on a field-trip." The Teacher announces. All I want to do is moan, why me –

Shit! How am I going to hide who I am now?

"You've been doing it for the past seven years! You'll be fine!"

"Where sir?" Videl asks.

"Capsule Corporation," The Teacher starts, "the owner said she wanted to offer students a chance for future employees to work their and for a chance for everyone that maybe would consider working their after a university degree. But, mainly she wanted students to get to know the place and show you all around the facilities."

Typical Bulma! Is she trying to ruin my life?

"Ms. Briefs said this is a world first! And we as a school are honoured to take this wonderful opportunity. The field trip will run for a month and no-one will need to worry about schoolwork as it will be set at Capsule Corporation so you don't get behind."

A month? And no schoolwork…this doesn't set well for me or Mum. How am going to explain this to her? How on Earth will I –

"Aren't you excited?" Erasa grins.

""Yes I am." I lie through my teeth, "I can't wait." If only I could say it in sarcasm and they would understand the reasoning behind it.

"I can't wait to meet Ms. Briefs! She's even more famous than my Dad!" Videl grins with excitement. She's never happy –this is the happiest I've seen her ever.

But, how am going to survive?

I really could just cry… I really don't need a frying pan to my head this afternoon.

"This might be my chance. I only have so long left…"

Later that day…

"Why Bulma? An entire month!" I beg her. Why now? She couldn't have done this when I hadn't begun school?

"Honey," Bulma explains, "I just need to do some tests."

"Couldn't you have done this with any other class?" I ask and then sit down in self-pity.

Bulma looks around like she's trying to come up with some excuse. She speaks, "Let's just say it was out of my hands."

What does she mean exactly? Could she be at least a little bit more specific?

"It's in mine Brat!" I turn to see Vegeta enter the room. Why is it in his hands? It's not like him to orchestrate something like this –he hates humans and he can't stand me.

"Why?" When did Vegeta find the erg to want to start or even want to meddle?

"Because you're hiding something," I blink, what am I hiding? I can't be hiding anything. Is there something I don't know about myself?

Vegeta stares into my eyes, "What?" What is he talking about?

"Me."

"You forgot, it seems," Vegeta explains however, I don't follow, "don't worry all in due time." He leaves the room.

"What is he talking about Gohan?" Bulma looks at me in confusion.

"I have no idea." I mutter.

"But I do."

Dun dun dun! Here's the first chapter! I hoped you liked it. :)