Hey everyone! First of all, thanks for all the kind reviews you've given me so far. Second of all, sorry for the delay on the chapters, I've been busy with some other stuff this past week. I'm glad you're all enjoying Gohan's tale through high school. I hope you're prepared for the next series of chapters, this is where things get a little dark! Also, I want to give a big shout out to the guest reviewer who left the same review like five times. You're doing God's work, and you inspire me to keep on writing! Thanks a lot, man.
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It has now been a few months since Gohan started school at Orange Star High. Before he started, Gohan was a normal, bright and eager teen, ready to take on the world with a closed fist. However, since facing the troubles of high school, Gohan has fallen into a depression and his anxiety levels are higher than ever before. He's been listening to Linkin Park and cutting his wrists almost daily. He had no idea school would be this difficult for him, especially being the one who defeated the vicious monster Cell. The bullying and harassment he received at school was Gohan's ultimate weakness, being a sensitive boy and all. No matter what he did, he could not find acceptance among his peers at Orange Star High.
Gohan was already awake this morning, having been up for a few hours, restless, thinking about how he had to drag through another day of school. He put on his Beats headphones and started listening to some nu-metal to take the edge off. He was in a nice, relaxing zone until Goten came bursting through the door.
"Hey big bro, wanna teach me how to fly when you get home from school?" Goten asks with a big wide smile.
"Wanna teach yourself how to knock on the fucking door?" Gohan glares at him. "I could've been jerking off in here."
Goten rolls his eyes. "I could hear Chester Bennington's voice all the way from the bathroom. You've been listening to that shit for like 3 months straight, when are you going to see a therapist?"
Gohan angrily takes off his Beats. "I don't need to see a therapist, alright? I'm listening to them ironically!"
"Yeah, whatever," Goten chuckles. "Oh yeah, mom said to get your ass in the kitchen."
Gohan heads over into the kitchen where Chichi is reading a letter from the school.
"If this is about another weird statement on your credit card bill, I swear to god it was Goten trying to buy coins again." Gohan tells her.
Chi-chi turns around and begins yelling at Gohan. "Crystal METH!?" She grabs Gohan by his neck. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Gohan!?" Chichi starts slapping the shit out of him.
"Ah, fuck, cut it out, mom!" Gohan yells. "Geez, they finally notified you about that? I thought they'd forget..." He sighs.
Chichi slams her fist on the table. "God damn it, Gohan!" She yells, as tears start to form in her eyes. "I thought I raised you better than this."
"Look, mom, just chill the fuck out, alright?" Gohan puts his hands up defensively. "I'm not doing meth, it's a really long story..."
Chi-chi runs up to Gohan and tries to lift up his sleeves. "Let me see those needle marks! Right now!" Gohan tries to stop her but it's too late. All of Gohan's cut marks are visible on his wrist. Chi-chi gasps in horror.
"Cut marks... trench coats in spring... spiked hair... Linkin Park..." Chichi begins to cry. "God damn it, my son is a fucking faggot!"
Gohan sighs. "Mom, chill, I don't think you took your meds this morn-"
Chi-chi slaps Gohan right across the face. "No, that's enough, Gohan! It's 2017, for God's sake, it's not 2001!" She grabs Gohan's wrist. "This right here... this just isn't right, Gohan!"
"Look mom, you don't understand how hard my life is!" Gohan yells, tearing up. "I can't take this school shit anymore! One more bad day and, who knows, I might turn that shit into ground zero."
"Alright, that's it!" Chi-chi exclaims. "I'm getting you to see a therapist. I won't let you become a fuckup like the rest of your family!"
Gohan stomps his foot. "A therapist? Man, fuck that shit!" Gohan runs into his room and grabs his backpack. "This is bullshit, the only therapy I need is Korn." Gohan heads out the front door. "I'm out of this joint. Peace."
Chi-chi continues yelling at him as he flies off. Gohan sighed in frustration, he really didn't want to believe anything was wrong with him, even though he knew deep down things were not all right with him. As Gohan was flying to school, he realized that he hadn't showered in a whole week.
"Fuck..." he mumbled. He knew today was going to be a rough day.
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A school assembly was taking place as Gohan arrived at school. All the students were called into the gymnasium for the announcement. Gohan meets with Willy in the back of the crowd, who winces back in disgust once he gets a whiff of Gohan.
"Geez Gohan, you smell like a used condom, what gives?" Willy asks.
"Cram it! I forgot to shower all week." Gohan sighs.
"Well, I got some Axe bodyspray you can use." Willy pulls out the can from his bag. "I think it might be the last spray though."
Gohan snatches it from him and sprays the rest of the can on himself.
"Hopefully this lasts me a while..." Gohan sighs in relief. "Thanks Willy."
Willy winks at Gohan in a very homosexual manner. "You're welcome, friend."
The students begin to silence as the assembly begins.
"Now as you may have heard, Mr. Freddie Mercury was recently arrested on multiple different rape charges," says Mr. Snapper, the Orange Star High principal. "And, unfortunately, that means he will not be coming back." The students begin whispering among themselves.
"Ever." Mr. Snapper finishes. The students begin cheering and applauding.
"Thank god, that guy was suuuuch a creep." Videl says. "I'm pretty sure he was the one who kept jacking off in my gym shorts."
"Actually, that was me." Willy whispers over to Gohan, winking, and putting a finger over his lips.
"Now settle down, you little rascals!" Mr. Snapper shouts at the gleeful students. "That means all PE classes will be ending until we can find a replacement teacher."
Sharpner jumps up in anger. "What!? Now that's some fucking Kidz Bop bullshit, Mr. Snapper!" All the jocks in the school begin rising up and protesting against the principal.
"Yeah! We demand PE, or someone's car is getting keyed tonight!" One of the jocks warns.
After enough of the bickering, Mr. Snapper reaches under the podium and pulls out a 12 gage shotgun, firing a blast straight into the air. The school goes silent in fear.
"Now that's e-goddamn-nough." He begins pacing across the floor, pointing his gun at different students. "You only have yourselves to blame for this travesty, one of you little pussy ass snitches reported Mr. Freddie Mercury. Because of you, the school is undergoing serious inspection and we could possibly get shut down. Ya'll want justice? Take it out on the snitch." He puts his shotgun back in the podium. "Class is dismissed. Get the fuck out of my sight."
All the students rush back into their classrooms, scared as fuck of Mr. Snapper.
"Alright, which one of you bitches snitched on Mr. Freddie Mercury?" Sharpner asks. "Was it you, Faghan?"
"No way!" Gohan responds. "You know how many 2pac albums I've listened to? There's no way I'd snitch on even a fly."
Sharpner growls and knees Gohan in his dragon balls. "I bet you only listened to the remixes, fag." He and his crew walk off laughing to their seats.
"Gr, fuck that guy." Gohan winces in pain, clenching his balls tightly.
"Well Gohan, at least we don't have to sit out on the bench during PE anymore." Willy says optimistically. "We can just study during PE now!" He leans into Gohan closely. "Or jerk off into Videl's gym shorts." He whispers, chuckling. "I know her locker number!"
Gohan sighs, wishing he had a real friend.
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The bell rung, and it was time for 'PE'. However, since the Mr. Freddie Mercury was arrested, Mr. Punani had the students stay inside and watch Seinfeld with him instead.
"Man, I'm sick of this 90s bullshit," Sharpner complains. "I'm a 2000s kid, why can't we watch Youtube compilations or something?"
Sharpner glances over at Gohan, who is blasting Korn alone in the corner of the class over his Beats headphones.
"Speaking of 90s bullshit, what kind of dumb shit is Gohan playing tod- oh my GOD!" Sharpner reels back as the intense aroma of Gohan hits his nostrils.
Gohan can't even hear him over the blaring sounds of Korn.
"Jesus christ, Faghan, you smell like the last shit I took!" Sharpner yells, and snatches off Gohan's Beats.
Gohan glares up at him. "Hey, what's the big idea Sharpner, I'm trying to enjoy some Korn." Gohan pauses for a second. "Er, ironically, of course..."
The rest of the students begin to crowd around to see what's going on, only to be hit with the intense smell.
"Oh my god Gohan, you smell worse than the grease trap at Chic-Fil-A." Erasa covers her nose.
"What the hell, Gohan, you ever heard of a shower before?" Videl reels back. "I thought that awful smell was Willy shitting himself again."
"Hey! I have Crohn's disease, I can't help it." Willy pouts.
Gohan starts to redden like a tomato, he can't even form a sentence as the students stare at him in disgust.
Sharpner grabs Gohan by his collar and lifts his him in front of him. "Alright you little Jontron loving bitch, you wanna bring your gamer culture into my school, huh? Let me show you what we do to nerds like you around here."
Sharpner whistles, and then stands up top of his desk. "It's time, everyone! We're going to peform the ancient high school ritual." Sharpner forms a large grin. "We're gonna give Gohan the Shit Swirly."
Gohan gasps in horror. "W-wait, please, no!" He cries.
The students begin dragging Gohan out of the classroom, as he cries out to Mr. Punani for help, but he's too engrossed in Seinfeld to pay attention to his surroundings.
"That Kramer just kills me everytime!" Mr. Punani chuckles heartily. "Shame about that stand up incident, though..."
"MR. PUUNNNAAANNII!" Gohan cries out as he's dragged through the class door.
The kids drag him into the bathroom where they continually shout 'Shit Swirly'. Sharpner bursts open one of the stalls.
"Alright, everyone, hope your lunches have settled in nicely." Sharpner grins, as he begins to undo his belt. "We're gonna give Gohan the biggest Shit Swirly in Orange Star history!" The students cheer as Gohan stares in horror, pleading and begging for mercy.
"I'll go first." Sharpner heads into the stall and begins taking a nasty loud shit. "I had leftover Taco Bell for lunch. You're gonna love the smell of this, Gohan!"
One by one, students begin to go into the stall and fill the toilet up to the brim with shit. Once it's completely filled, the students force Gohan into the stall.
"Oh man, I'm sorry Gohan, but this is so going on Twitter." Willy takes out his phone and begins recording, along with a bunch of other students. Sharpner grabs Gohan by his hair and holds his head in front of the shit-filled toilet.
Gohan's begins crying as he glances up at Sharpner with pleading eyes. "P-please, Sharpner, don't do this to me..."
Sharpner smiles. "You chose this fate, ever since you hit the subscribe button on Jontron's channel. This is your punishment."
Before Gohan can even say a word, Sharpner shoves Gohan's head into the shit, pushing him all the way to the bottom of the bowl, his entire head entrenched in shit and piss. All of the students begin taking photos and cheering as Gohan is given his Shit Swirly. Sharpner slams the toilet lid on Gohan's head and then flushes the toilet, as the water and shit begins to swirly around Gohan, getting it in his ears and hair, and even in his mouth as he tries to breathe. Gohan can feel his anger rising as he is humiliated.
"Time for your bath, Faghan!" Sharpner laughs as he continuously flushes the toilet while holding down Gohan's head inside. Gohan swells and swells with anger, he starts to scream inside the toilet bowl. Sharpner can feel shockwaves begin to emit from Gohan, and he begins stepping back.
"What the hell? I think the toilet is gonna blow!" The students begin to rush out of the restroom.
Gohan rises out of the toilet bowl, his face steaming with rage. "That's ENOUGH!" Gohan shouts, and his anger turns into raw energy, emitting a huge shockwave that completely blows up the stall and creates a huge hole in the wall in front of him, destroying what divided the boys and girls bathroom.
"That's it! I'm done with this shit!" Gohan screams, and bolts straight up, blasting a huge hole in the ceiling and next couple of levels up. He flies off in a rage, his last remaining bit of self esteem destroyed.
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After flying around and beating the shit out of some giant fish, Gohan cooled off a little bit. He hadn't felt that angry for a very long time, and felt scared about what he could've done. He was chilling in a 7/11 parking lot, eating a steak and cheese taquito, thinking about what to do. Chi-chi probably already found out about him ditching school, and knew he was going to get chewed out when he got home. Gohan sighed and stared at his hands, and clenched his fists tightly. He felt his Saiyan side of him coming out, he really wanted to just murder all those kids then and there.
"So this is what those Columbine kids felt like..." Gohan tried to shake off the feeling. "Damn it, I feel myself slipping away."
Suddenly one of the 7/11 employees comes out of the store and approaches Gohan. "Um, excuse me, but if you're homeless, you really can't be just sitting here. We're getting customer complaints about a dead carcass."
"I'm not homeless, and I just bought this taquito, so I'm not loitering either."
"Yeah, but you smell like my mother's afterbirth, so if you don't mind, can you just beat it, kid? I don't want to have to call the cops on you."
Gohan sighs, and takes his bag and leaves.
"I really have to learn to control my anger." Gohan talks to himself. "Vegeta's a psychopath. Maybe he has some tips to calm himself down!" Gohan immediately zips over to the Capsule Corp.
"Gohan!" Trunks greets him excitedly, but when he gets too close, he's hit with the shit infused aroma. "Oh my god, you smell like my dad's training room!"
"Fuck off kid, where's your dad at?" Gohan asks him.
"Ew, you're not gonna try and fuck my dad, are you?"
"Cut the shit, Trunks, where's your deadbeat dad at?" Gohan yells at him.
"Who dragged in the fuck boy?" A husky, arrogant voice calls out. Vegeta walks from the kitchen, holding a giant mug with protein juice. He has a damp towel hanging over his shoulders. "You either just got ravaged by a group of fudge packers or you've had an intense training session, but considering how small and frail you look, I'm going to guess it's the former." Vegeta grins smugly.
Gohan clenches his fist. "Hey Vegeta, remember that time you got your ass beat by Cell and I had to save your fucking life?"
Vegeta marches up to Gohan, glaring straight into his eyes."You miss your daddy, Gohan? Allow me to reunite you two again."
"My god this is gay. I'm gonna go play Minecraft, try not to scream too loudly please." Trunks heads to his room.
Gohan rolls his eyes. "Look, I didn't come here to fight, Vegeta. I need your help."
"And why would I help the son of Kakarot?" Vegeta shudders.
"Look, I know you fucked my mom a few years ago." Gohan reveals. "If you don't want my dad finding out, you better at least hear me out."
"Ha!" Vegeta mocks him. "And what do you expect Cuckarot to do to me from the grave, you little shit stain?"
"We all know my dad is stronger than you and he's going to be revived again eventually anyways." Gohan shrugs. "That's just how this retarded series is written."
Vegeta snarls. "Blast. You little bastard, very well. What do you want from me?"
"Well, I've been going to high school and shit, and these kids are really pushing me over the edge." Gohan explains. "I just wanted to know what you do to, you know, relieve stress or whatever. These Korn and Linkin Park albums can only do so much."
Vegeta chuckles smugly. "Heh, you really want to know what I do? Alright son, come with me."
Trunks jumps out of his room in excitement. "Yay, where are we going daddy?"
"I wasn't talking to you," Vegeta says bitterly. "No son of mine plays Minecraft. Get out of my sight."
Trunks runs off back into his room, crying hysterically.
Jesus, this kid is probably going to end up killing himself.
Vegeta and Gohan fly off high into the sky.
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"Um, Vegeta, how far are we going?" Gohan asks. "I don't like flying too far in random directions, I feel like I might eventually hit North Korean air-space and accidentally trigger World War 3."
"Quiet, child. We're almost here." Vegeta says sternly.
God communicating with this guy is like talking to a wall, are all pureblood Saiyans like this? I have the lamest fucking heritage.
Vegeta suddenly stops. "Here we are, Gohan. South Korea."
Gohan looks around frantically. "Are you sure this is the right Korea!?"
"Yes, take a look. It's the Nexon Arena." Vegeta points to a large esports stadium.
"What the hell?" Gohan looks at Vegeta confused. "I didn't know you were a gamer, Vegeta."
Vegeta glares at Gohan. "Imbecile! We're not here to play games." He says as he charges an energy blast.
"We're here to, as you call it, relieve stress." Vegeta grins manically and fires the blast at the arena.
"Vegeta, what the hell!?" Gohan stops in front of him. "You're murdering innocent people!"
"That's the point!" Vegeta yells, smacking Gohan aside, and fires more ki blasts. "This is the impulse of a Saiyan, we must kill in order to keep ourselves sane."
"Vegeta, that's insane!" Gohan yells. "I can't believe I thought it was a good idea to take advice from you."
Vegeta grins. "Deny it all you want Gohan, but it's in your blood. You have that same bloodlust, and it's obvious you're beginning to feel the impulses."
Gohan looks into himself, realizing what Vegeta is saying is true. "T-that can't be…"
"I don't know what your whore of a mother was thinking sending you to school for." Vegeta scoffs. "There's no way a Saiyan can mingle with pathetic Earthlings. That's like mixing black and wh-"
"Okay, just stop." Gohan interrupts him. "I guess I get what you're saying." Gohan lowers his head down in shame.
"Don't be afraid to kill a few peasants, Gohan." Vegeta urges him.
"Why gamers, Vegeta?" Gohan asks him.
"Because this trend needs to die. Look at what it's done to my son!" Vegeta screams in anger, firing a volley of ki blasts at the stadium. "You know how much money I've spent on Minecraft DLC!?" Vegeta goes on a rampage as he completely levels the arena, killing thousands of innocent lives.
"Uh, alright… I'm just gonna go home now." Gohan backs away. "Thanks for the help."
Gohan flies back home, weighing down his newfound insight.
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After arriving home, Gohan was chewed out by his mother, and she informed him that he has an official appointment with a therapist next week. Gohan pretty much told her to fuck off and went into his room and jacked off for a little bit. When he was finished, he thought more about what Vegeta said.
"I saved this world, and this is how everyone treats me?" Gohan clenches his Capri-Sun tightly in anger. "Why should I even let them live, then? Maybe Vegeta is right."
Goten bursts through the door. "Hey Gohan, mom is doing a camshow and told me to fuck off. Wanna play like, Tekken or something?"
"Not right now, Goten." Gohan opens up his laptop. "I have some important research to do." Gohan says, as he begins looking up the Columbine Massacre Wikipedia. It seems Gohan's mind was set. Stay tuned for the next chapter of TOSHSM.
