A/N: I would like to that everyone who is following this story, I would also that all of those who have reviewed. It gives me motivation to update more and faster, as well as letting me know ya'lls concerns and opinions. I'm sorry to say that this is going to be an extra short chapter, but I just want to reassure my faithful readers that I have not forgotten about this story and will not wait a year to update again. I would also like to say that I wanted to update sooner, but I started watching Naruto and I got completely caught onto the show and the fandom that came along with it. So again sorry for all this time that's passed and on to the story. P.S. Even tough its short im sure y'all are going to extra love this.

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Ch. 8: She's pretty, really Pretty.

The class went on without a hitch after the whole Mrs. Bothwell Vs. Gohan... Um I mean after the conversation between concerned student and prestigious educator. Gohan was looking out the window with a bored expression on his handsome face.

Ughhh... why do I have to be here again? I've already learned all this since I was seven! He thought more than a little peeved. Oh yea I remember now, it's because my mother all, but threatened to kill me with It-who-shall-not-be-named Aka: The Frying Pan of Eternal Doom if I didn't comply.(A/N: Ha ha ha... what do y'all think with the whole Voldy thing? I just couldn't help myself it was just funny! LOL...)

He then turned to look at Erasa next to him who looked more than bored with the lesson as she checked her manicured nails. Not that he could blame her cause even if he didn't already know this stuff it would be hard to keep up with the lesson. The teacher was more than a little dull, she was downright monotone. He didn't get it tough, if you're gonna be a teacher shouldn't you enjoy it to do it well? But Mrs. Bothwell looked like this was the last place in the world shed rather be. Looking on to the rest of the class since he hadn't really paid attention to any other student besides the beautiful blonde, he saw no one of special interest to him. They were all texting on their phones, having hushed conversations with each other, and just shamelessly ignoring anything pertaining to the lesson. He frowned at this.

It was true that she was boring and that he didn't want to be there, but shouldn't they be paying attention? He really doubted the fact that these kids could already know how to this in their sleep like he did. That's the only reason he wasn't paying utmost attention and writing notes, but even tough he wasn't absorbed in it like he usually would be, he was keeping up with what she was saying. In case she changed her pace or said something of importance, yet these kids were completely ignoring her. He would almost bet his lunch if he didn't already know that she could be cursing them to HFIL and back and they wouldn't even know the difference. He turned again to look at his new friend to find that she too was to busy looking at her appearance than taking notes.

He was rather disappointed and concerned because if she didn't write notes then how was she going to study and pass the tests. Just when he was about to talk to her about it he saw something on the side of her bag. Something that was pretty well hidden and he wouldn't of noticed it, even with his enhanced senses if she hadn't of shifted a little in her seat making the bag move. He only caught a glimpse, but he was sure he knew what it was. It was a recorder, like the ones PI's and detectives use to record witness statements and their toughs. He also saw the little red light with his awesome Saiyan sight, it was recording, of that he was sure. His frown deepened as he was utterly confused.

Why would Ermosa have a tape recorder in class? What could she possibly be recording? There was nothing worth recording right now anyway. The only thing going on was the students ignoring the teacher with their unimportant chatter and the teachers' lesson. So what could possibly be worth the trouble?

Suddenly it clicked in his mind. It had to be the lesson, she was recording the lesson no doubt about it. But he couldn't understand why. Why would she need to record it? I mean why bother if she could just write her notes here and be done with it. As he looked on to Erasa looking at her reflection with a handheld mirror his confusion grew and he knew that he would have to question her about it later.

Just as he was about to turn to continue his viewing of the outside he locked eyes with someone that he hadn't noticed before that moment. Someone that quite frankly he didn't know if he would of liked to see ever again. It was that girl from the morning at the robbery, the pretty girl with pigtails and amazing sapphire eyes, the girl that had been real rude to him. And as his innocent onyx eyes looked deeper into her blue ones all he could see was... fury, pure unadulterated rage. He was even more confused by the look in her eyes than anything because it was him who should be upset.

It might have been an hour or a couple of seconds that he looked into her eyes and in that time all he saw was anger, but he could really care less. It was him who had been offended and him who had been crossed, so he couldn't and wouldn't be bothered by some teenage girl with anger issues and air of superiority. As he gave her a mild glare and look of annoyance there was a thought in the back of his head telling him that this girl was going to be more trouble for him than he knew. That thought also said that all that trouble wasn't going to necessarily be only about her obvious distaste for him, because hey he was anything if he wasn't truthful.

She is pretty really pretty.

A/N: Oooohhhhh... So the plot thickens yet again. Ha ha ha... So you guys loved it or what? Well thanks for following my story! Please review Comments and Concerns more than welcome! Again thank you all, and to all a good night... lol!

Next chap: Videl's thoughts on their staring contest and a proper introduction via the gorgeous blonde Erasa. Also wheres Sharpner in all this?