The teen Saiyans head off to school! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: First Day
In the spare bedroom of the Son house, an alarm clock blared through the entire house. The Saiyan next to it immediately woke up and slammed his hand down on it, flattening it. After adjusting his sight, his face fell.
"Damn. I've seriously got to be more careful." He mumbled as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and put on his clothes. He didn't want to show off too much, so he put on dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He put on his shoes on and reached across to the desk. In the middle was his necklace.
It was a silver chair with a small, golden Z in the middle. There was no use in doing his hair, no matter what you did with it, it always stood up the way it did. He adjusted the belt on his waist as he looked in a mirror that was next to the desk.
He nodded to himself, "Okay, it's just high school. What could possibly go wrong?" He then realized his mistake, "No, I take that back! I'm never supposed to say that!"
A knock at the door interrupted his stupor. He looked back, "Come in."
Gohan opened the door, "Mom says breakfast is ready."
A flash of orange burst through the door. The three year old Goten tackled Jet with a hug. "Jet!"
Jet smiled and ruffled the little boy's hair, "Hey, squirt."
Goten raised his head and smiled brightly, "Do you want to twain with me?"
"Sorry, buddy, I can't." Jet said carefully, "I've got school." Seeing Goten's eyes water, he added, "But, when I get back, we'll train together."
Goten's tears disappeared, "Promise?" He held out his pinkie finger.
Jet laughed before wrapping his pinkie around Goten's, "I promise."
"Okay." Goten said before catching a whiff of the food. He suddenly disappeared, almost leaving scorch marks in the ground. Gohan stared after him for a sec before motioning to Jet, "You coming?"
Jet nodded with a smile, "I'm coming, little brother."
Gohan shook his head, "You just can't let go of the fact that you are one day older than me, can you? Seriously, one day."
Jet smirked, "I'm taller too."
"By like, half an inch!"
"I'm better looking as well."
"Okay, that's where I draw the line." Gohan was now laughing. "Nobody ever said that."
"Didn't you say that there was food?" Jet asked, licking his lips at the thought of Chichi's food.
Gohan nodded, "Yeah, come on, doofus."
They both walked into the kitchen and devoured the table of food. Once finished, they picked up their book bags and walked out the door. In the air, they heard Chichi say, "Have a great day!"
Gohan and Jet waved goodbye and powered up, flying out of sight. Their blue auras pulsating around them. Jet looked at Gohan. He was wearing light blue jeans and an orange T-shirt. He had on a thin, black jacket on too. He was wearing the same shoes as Jet.
Jet smiled, "That's kinda cool; you're supporting your dad's colors without showing all that muscle. We wouldn't want all the girls in the school to fall for you, now would we?"
Gohan nodded absently.
Jet smirked, "Still thinking about Mystery girl?"
"No." He shook his head, "Do you feel all that frightened ki signatures?"
Jet gave him a questioning look. He closed his eyes and immediately opened them, "Yeah, I do, let's go."
"Wait!" Gohan shouted, stopping dead in the air.
Jet looked back, "What?"
"We can't let the recognize us." Gohan said, "We'd be on the six o'clock news. Our mothers would not like that at all."
Jet nodded and transformed into a Super Saiyan, "What about now?"
Gohan transformed next, "Yeah, let's go."
Their auras turned golden and they flew even faster, coming up on Hercule City. They looked down and saw a bank getting robbed. There were ten guys, all armed with machine guns, and three hostages were tied up near the van.
Gohan and Jet dropped out of the sky, stopping the robbers in their tracks.
"Drop the money, and let the civilians go." Gohan said, his voice slightly deeper due to the transformation.
"We don't want to hurt you." Jet said after, his voice equally deep.
One of the men held his gun up at them, "Run along kiddies, you've got no power over us!"
"Then shoot." Jet said stepping closer. "I bet you don't have the guts too."
"What?" The robber looked confused, "Do you have a death wish, kid?"
Jet shook his head as he stepped closer, "No, just a wish that guys like you wouldn't pop up and disturb the peace. So, go ahead. Shoot me."
And he did just that.
The shot rang through the area. But everybody's hearts stopped when the boy caught the bullet with his teeth. Jet spit the bullet on the ground, then smirked, "Would you like to try that again?"
Gohan phased next to him and charged a small ki blast in his hand.
"W-What the heck are you?!" The same criminal shouted.
Gohan gave a glance to Jet, "You could say we aren't your average kids."
Jet then held up a thumb to himself, "You can just call us the Gold Fighters." He then smiled lightly as he phased out and knocked out the robber in front of him with an easy chop to the neck. "Yeah, Gold Fighter sounds good."
Gohan looked to the rest of the criminal team and scowled, "You want to join him?"
The rest of the robbers stopped and dropped their weapons. The cops rushed to them and cuffed the culprits. The chief ran to the two as their auras dropped, but their hair remained blonde.
"Thank you." He said as he shook their hands. "I don't think that we could've apprehended them without any casualties without you. Thank you."
"No problem." They both said before taking off into the skies, just as a certain, raven-haired teen walked into the crime zone. She watched as the two left, but she didn't have the faintest idea what happened.
"Chief!" She shouted and he turned around.
"Videl!" he smiled.
Videl held up her hand, "Who were those two, and what happened?"
He Chief smiled brightly, "Those two were two of the Gold Fighters from the Cell Games, and they just caught ten armored men and saved three people! One of them even caught a bullet with his teeth!"
Videl was shocked. He caught a bullet with his teeth!? Was that even possible?! "What did they look like?"
The Chief put a finger to his chin, "Well, both of them looked about your age. One was slightly taller and had spikey, blonde hair. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black shirt, a silver necklace, and black shoes. Oh, and he was also carrying a book bag. The other was half an inch smaller and had on light blue jeans, an orange shirt, and black shoes, he also had on a black jacket. Both of their hairs were blonde, they both had teal eyes, and they both could move very fast and create balls of light. It was truly remarkable."
Videl pondered this. Wasn't that all fake? Those Golden Fighters must have been the same tricksters that were frauds at the Cell Games! Yes, that was the only explanation for such things! But, they had book bags, and by the look of it, they were headed to her school.
Watch out, Golden Fighters, I'm coming for you.
Jet and Gohan landed on the roof of the school and powered down. They shared a high five before finding the door and going downstairs. They soon found the receptionist's desk.
"Excuse me." Jet said. The lady there was about thirty with dirty blond hair.
"Yes?"
Gohan spoke up, "Well, we're the two new students, and we need our timetables."
The lady nodded and handed them the schedule. They both had all the same classes together. They gave each other a high five again, which caught the woman's attention.
"If I may ask, are you two brothers?" She asked.
Jet chuckled, "We might as well be."
"Yeah," Gohan nodded, "I've known him since I was four. He might as well be my brother."
The lady nodded, giving them the cue to go. After some searching, they found the door. They were about to open it, when a man's voice came up behind them.
"Ah, you must be the two new students." They turned around to see a man in his fifties with thinning white hair and a smile on his face, "I'm Mr. Faultic, it's a pleasure to meet you two."
He shook their hands before saying, "When I say, 'these two got perfect scores on the entrance exams' you come in, OK?"
They both nodded.
The teacher smiled and walked in. All chatter stopped as he cleared his throat, "I'm happy to present two new students that got perfect grades on the entrance exams, you lot could learn something from them, alright, come on in, boys."
Jet and Gohan entered at the same time. They looked around the room and saw the other twenty-two students with their eyes on them. Every girl there looked at them with shock. When they heard that two new boys would be joining, and they had gotten perfect scores, well, they were expecting two nerdy looking boys. But those two were far from nerdy.
"Tell us about yourselves." Mr. Faultic said.
Jet nudged Gohan and he went forward, "My name is Gohan Son, my hobbies are eating, reading, and martial arts, and the dude next to me is like my brother, I've known him for about ten years."
Jet nodded, "I'm Jet Kentic, my hobbies are reading, running, and martial arts. And like Gohan said, we're like brothers."
Mr. Faultic smiled, "Well, you two must be very close to consider yourselves like brothers. You may pick any seat you like."
Gohan and Jet looked around the room, ignoring the hungry gazes they were getting from the girls.
"Yoo hoo!" A blonde girl with blue eyes called out, her hand was waving back in forth to show them. She pointed to two empty seats.
Both boys made their way up and sat in the vacant seats. The blonde immediately started to introduce herself, "My names Erasa," She pointed to someone two seats away. He had shoulder length blonde hair and he looked muscular for his age, "He's Sharpner."
Jet gave the girl a small smile, "I'm Jet."
"I'm Gohan." Gohan smiled.
Erasa gave a wide grin, "Is this school different than your last one?"
"Actually, we've both been homeschooled together by our moms since we were four." Gohan replied.
"So we really don't know what to expect." Jet finished.
"Wow." Erasa's smile grew even wider.
"Oh, come on, Erasa" Sharpner finally spoke, "Don't talk to them, they're just a couple of nerds. I mean, they got perfect scores on the entrance exams and we both now it isn't as easy as it looks."
Erasa slapped him upside his head, "Oh, shut it, Sharpner! You're just jealous that they are both cuter than you."
The two Saiyans blushed and the teacher cleared his throat, "Ok, now we shall begin with…" The door burst open before he could finish.
A girl with black hair, tied into pig tails, ran in, "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Faultic!"
The old man nodded, "No worries, Videl, we know how you help the police. Please pick a seat."
She walked past the two Saiyans, not even noticing them, and Gohan had a sense of déjà vu. That was the girl! She went to school here! He watched as the girl walked on to the seat next to Erasa.
Erasa smiled widely at her best friend, "Videl, I have news!"
Videl nodded, "Me too."
"Ok, you go first." Erasa said.
"Well," Videl started, "Today when I went to help the police catch those robbers on thirty-second, they were already taken care of. When I asked the chief, he told me that two Golden Haired Fighters did it. He said one of them caught a bullet with his teeth, and they could project balls of light. I know it's all fake, though. I'm going to catch them and expose them for the phonies they are."
Meanwhile, Jet was fuming. How dare she call everything they had worked for fake! His ki took a jump and Gohan turned to him. Jet's fists were clenched to the point where his knuckles were white.
Calm down! Gohan said in his mind. She doesn't realize that its real. It's not her fault.
After hearing this, his ki dropped and he unclenched his fist. The need to destroy something left him completely.
"Wow, he must have been pretty strong." Erasa squealed, "Maybe even as strong as your dad."
"Who's her dad?" Gohan asked kindly.
Videl finally realized the two new faces. She narrowed her eyes as she saw what they were wearing. Hmmm…they're wearing the same clothes that the chief said that the Golden Fighters were wearing. And he doesn't know who my dad is? Strange…
"You don't know who her dad is? What, have you been living under a rock?" Sharpner gaped.
Gohan rubbed his neck in the classic Son fashion, "No, heh, heh."
"You seriously don't know who her dad is?" Erasa asked again.
"No." Jet replied gruffly, "We don't."
"Her dad is the world's savior!" Erasa practically shouted, "Hercule!"
The anger was back. Jet tried to keep it at bay, but every word was making him angrier. Videl was the spawn of that injury faking coward! His ki stayed level, but Gohan could still feel the anger radiating off of him. At least he was controlling it this time.
"Erasa!" Videl scolded. Great, now those are going to want some autographs. Why can't Erasa just be quiet?
Gohan just shrugged, but the three students could also hear him chuckling to himself saying things like "World Hero" and "Laughable"
Videl blew her top, "MY DAD BEAT CELL! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL! WITHOUT HIM, YOU'D BE DEAD!" She knew why she flipped, but she then thought about if it was worth it or not.
Gohan stopped and turned to her, making her wince. Those eyes. His black eyes stared into her blue ones, as if daring her to continue. She also realized that she wasn't him. He had his own rights and opinions. But that still didn't exclude the fact that he was laughing at her dad.
She never gave any ground as his glare intensified. But surely, she was losing her ground. His eyes were like to black pools of nothing. What she didn't know is that he'd lived with much fighting, much loss, and he had to mature at such a young age. The horrors he had seen. His mentor had been killed by an alien. His father, killed by Cell. His best friend, using his best Kamehameha to help him defeat the monster.
And everything in between seemed like distant memories reflected in his eyes.
"Ms. Satan?" The teacher called, "Do I have to report you?"
Videl shook her head, "No, I'm sorry."
The teacher cleared his throat once more as Gohan let go of his intense stare, making Videl breathe a sigh of relief. For some reason, she wasn't able to win that time. She won every time!
And his outfit, it matches completely, and so does the other boy. She thought as she leaned on her elbows. Something strange is up with those two, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
Lunch came relatively fast. The two Saiyans went to their lockers and pulled out lunch capsules. Though tiny, each one held about twenty plates of food. Perfect for a Saiyan lunch. They walked to the cafeteria and found an empty long table.
As they readied to throw their capsules and devour their lunches, a familiar voice rang out, "Yoo Hoo, Gohan, Jet!"
They turned around saw Erasa and Videl heading towards them. Erasa was welcome, but Jet had different thoughts about Videl. If she was stupid enough to buy her own father's lies, then she wasn't so smart.
"Hey." They both waved. But when Jet's eyes found Videl's, his smile disappeared and his hand fell limp at his side, while Gohan kept waving, his unnaturally happy demeanor just like his father's.
"We're just about to eat." Gohan said, "You care to join us?"
"Why thank you." Erasa gave a fake bow, filled with humor.
Jet raised his hand to throw but Videl's voice stopped him, "Is that a capsule?!"
He turned toward her, putting all misgivings aside, and smiled, "Yeah, why?"
Videl frowned, "I thought only relatives or friends of the Bulma Briefs could have access to those capsules."
Gohan nodded, not catching on, "Yeah, and?"
Videl's eyes narrowed until they resembled a cat's eye, "Did you steal those?"
Gohan and Jet looked at her aghast, "No!"
"Then how do you have them?" Videl asked again, her hands gripping her tray of food tightly.
"Our moms have contacts in Capsule Corp." Jet replied automatically.
"They do?" Gohan asked, looking at his friend.
Jet nodded, "Yes." They don't know we know Bulma, so shhhh! He sent Gohan mentally.
Right, sorry. Gohan added sheepishly as they threw their capsules down. Forty plates of food appeared in a gust of smoke and Erasa looked at them with surprise, "Y-You're not planning on eating all of that are you?"
Jet looked at her and smiled, "Of course we are."
Videl frowned, "That's way too much food for a human being." She said matter-of-factly.
Sharpner decided to show and he walked up to Jet, "I don't think you can't eat all of that. It's not possible for someone as nerdy as you."
Jet smirked at the slightly taller boy, "Want a bet on that, goldilocks?"
Sharpner smirked back, "Yeah, numbskull, I bet you fifty Zeni that you can't."
Within five minutes, Gohan and Jet had devoured all forty plates of home cooked meals. Sharpner, along with the rest of the cafeteria, stared at the two with mouths hanging wide open. Jet reached to Sharpner and pulled out the fifty Zeni in his fist.
"Thank you, Mr. I'm full of Myself" Jet mocked and Gohan laughed. Videl stared hard at them both, there was no way that a human could eat that much. Nobody she'd ever met, or ever seen for that matter, had ever eaten nearly that much. Not to mention they looked fit. Even through their clothing, Videl could make out some clearly defined muscles.
Her eyes lingered on Gohan's chest a little longer before reluctantly pulling her eyes away. She watched as Jet whispered something to Gohan and they both left the cafeteria. Where are they going?
She dropped her lunch on a table and started to follow.
Once at the roof of the school, Gohan spoke in an almost high pitched voice, "I think that Videl is the girl I saw!"
Jet's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, "You mean Mystery girl?!"
Gohan nodded vigorously as he started pacing. He was nervous. He'd never seen another girl his age before, besides Lime. He still remembered when he saved her from drowning a few years back.
Jet frowned and crossed his arms, "Then you have bad taste in women."
"What?"
"I'm saying you had to pick the spawn of that coward!" He said fiercely. As much as he hated to admit it, he sounded like Vegeta. I mean, it was exactly what the Saiyan prince would say at a time like this.
Gohan shot his friend a glare, "Hey, it's not right to pin other's doings on their kids, or anyone for that matter."
Jet returned the glare, "So if Frieza and his father came back, you wouldn't pin his doings on his father, or his father on him for that matter, huh?"
"That's completely different, they were both killers and liars. Not to mention they were evil!" Gohan shot back, "And Videl is nothing like her father."
"Really?" Jet laughed sarcastically, "She's hardheaded and she's bought the same lie that everybody on this freaking planet has! She believes that her father actually saved the planet, when you and I know that he didn't! You did!"
"We did." Gohan whispered.
Jet stopped as he heard this, "Gohan…if it wasn't for you, we'd be dead".
"If it wasn't for you, my Kamehameha wouldn't have been enough." Gohan gave a slight smile.
Jet relented, giving him a small smile, "I'll give her a chance."
Gohan's eyes lightened up, "Really?"
Jet nodded, "If you really are falling for this girl, then yes, I'll give her a chance."
"Thanks, Jet." Gohan said softly. His head turned slightly as he saw someone. It was only for a second, but he definitely saw someone. He sensed a ki signature about a second ago, so the person couldn't have heard anything.
"It's Videl." Jet finally said, "She's spying on us."
Videl heard Jet's comment and mentally cursed herself for letting her be detected. She felt sweat go down her face as footsteps approached.
Gohan stopped as the lunch bell sounded, telling them lunch was over. They dismissed Videl's presence and headed toward their next class.
Videl breathed a sigh of relief. She crept down the stairs and followed them to their next class, which, coincidentally, was hers too.
Gym, the last class of the day, came faster than any would imagine.
Gohan and Jet shared a glance once the coach said that they would be doing martial arts. Not only would they have to hold back, but they had to refrain from using any ki blasts at all. That put Jet in a slightly sour mood.
"All right." The coach boomed, "We've got an actual power tester from the WMAT. Each of you will go up and punch it. When your number shows up, you'll be sent off to the side. Once we're done, we'll pair each of you up with your appropriate number. Once a winner is decided of the two, we'll start moving up, it then won't matter about points. It'll be solely on winning. Everybody understand?" They nodded, and he blew the whistle, "Go get changed."
All the boys ran into the changing room.
Gohan ran into a stall and changed into his blue and red gi. Jet changed where he was and threw his shirt off and into his bag. He was pulling out his red under shirt when he heard a click and a flash momentarily blinded him. Another flash came as he stood straight up. He turned to the door, but nobody was there.
He scratched his head in question. What was that?
Somewhere east of the city, a girl, fourteen years old was meditating on a grassy plain not far from her house. She breathed in deeply and let herself relax and focus. The world didn't matter at this point.
Suddenly, an image of a boy, his hair black and his eyes black, was smiling at her. She dropped out of her trance, panting heavily.
That same boy appeared again.
Who was he?!
She looked off into the distance. She'd heard about the Golden Fighter, which she knew was a Super Saiyan. She wasn't stupid, after all, she was a Saiyan, and she could spot a member of her own kind from a million miles away.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her green scouter. She hit the red button on the side and numbers started popping up, as well as a location.
"Location: Satan City. Further analysis: Orange Star High. Power Level: 10,000." She inwardly scoffed at the number, but she then remembered about how some could alter their powers at will. And a Super Saiyan at that wouldn't have that low of a number. She was glad she had the advanced scouter. It could record up to a power level of 900,000,000.
"Another level…" The scouter beeped and another yellow circle appeared, "Location: Satan City. Further analysis: Orange Star High. Power Level: 10,500.
Hmmm… She mused, another power level in the same area, must be the Saiyans from the Cell Games.
Another voice popped on her scouter, her father, "Saiya, have you gotten their position?"
"Yes, Father. There are two of them at Orange Star High. Their levels are low, but I can tell that they are concealing their powers. Why did we need them again?" She asked annoyed.
She heard him sigh on the other end, "If we can get at least one of them, we will have a bargaining chip. We're Saiyans, but we are going broke. If one of them knows the Brief lady, then she'll pay, especially if we have him in PTM."
She gasped slightly, "That's pretty risky. The PTM is dangerous, no one has ever survived it."
"All the more for her to pay. We'll get off planet and distribute the money for galactic money. Then we can pay off Frieza's other brother, Frost. Then we'll be out of there and living like royalty! And one more thing?"
She sighed, "Yes father?"
"You said that they were both at Orange Star High, correct?"
"Yes." She replied, annoyed again.
"Well then, my girl, you're going to school tomorrow. I will have everything ready."
Gohan ran up to the machine and lightly touched it. The number went to 500. Everybody but Jet gasped. He made a mental not to get higher, but forgot seconds later as the coach started to speak.
"J-Jet's turn" The coach fumbled.
Finally. He thought. He ran up to the machine, but turned around and smirked. He punched it slightly harder than Gohan and the number went higher, 605 to be exact. There was a loud gasp that rang through everybody's mouth. Some of the class even fainted, including the coach.
They all sat there waiting for the coach to regain consciousness. He never did. It wasn't until the ending bell rang that he woke up. He stood to his feet, "T-Tomorrow we'll finish this."
Videl was looking Jet and Gohan. They shared a fist bump before leaving.
She'd have to figure them out soon. It was getting really confusing. Maybe it was the fact that they got over 400, or the fact that they seemed calm about it! There was something up with those two.
Power Levels:
Jet: 605,000,000 Super Saiyan 9,250,000,000 (Suppressed): 10,500 (Angry Suppressed): 25,000
Gohan: 604,000,000 Super Saiyan: 9,000,000,000 (Suppressed): 10,000
Robbers: 40-50
Videl: 100
Goten: 25,000,000