(Continuing From the Previous Chapter, The Following Day On Planet Earth. . .)

Morning crept its way through the partially cloudy horizon with the very nature of the wilderness waking up early to the sun's rays. Although, one particular commuter, was still laying his morning away in bed, his soft in-and-out breathing showing how carefree he was despite the time. However, his eyebrow scrunched briefly, his body shivering due to the lack of warmth as his blanket was scattered on the floor.

"Ko~~~~~~a~~~~"

He groaned, his body turning to the other side from the discomfort. Whatever, dream or memory he was having, he didn't recognize the voice. Whatever they were trying to say came out in muffles and was barely decipherable.

"Li~~~~~~ve. . ."

Now that was something he could at least understand. But, much to his dismay, all it did was cause him to delve deeper into the dark parts of his mind. Images flickered through his head, a jumble of moments that he could remember so clearly. . .as if they were yesterday. Twisting and turning, he tried to fight them off but couldn't. Though suddenly, the images ceased into one instance. . .the worse one that could have possibly popped up into his head. He knew this scene, his point of view looking around before looking down at his hands. Blood. . .lots of blood. Shaky hands hovering over a pool that drenched his clothes and the faint image of a figure bruised and bloody to no salvation. But unlike the previous message that was muffled, this one was recognizable.

"Kuzuku. . .Li-live. . .please. ."

Eyes finally shooting open, the young Saiyan rose from his bed in a panic, his hand clenching over his heart as sweat drenched his body. He took in deep breaths, trying his hardest to regain composure. He shook his head in an attempt to snap himself into reality before he has a panic attack. Once he calmed himself, he looked around once more before taking a look at his hands. The morning sun had brightened them, its rays seeping through his window blinds as birds chirped outside his window. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face until he heard his phone buzz on his nightstand. Groggily and a bit annoyed after what he had experienced, he truly wondered who could be bothering him at this time.

Regardless, he still picked up the phone and took a look at the message sent.

"Hey, where are you right now?" -Ace

Kuzuku raised an eyebrow before replying.

"Home? Why?"-Kuzuku

"Home!? Dude, what are you still home for? You sick?"-Ace

Now the Saiyan was even more puzzled. Sure, he could catch a cold from here and there, but enough to make him call out? Never.

"No. . .? Of course not. What's up?" -Kuzuku

There was a small pause after this reply. For a moment, Kuzuku was beginning to think his friend's phone had died and now he was waiting for it to turn back on. Though, soon enough, the next message to come would liven up his day quite quickly.

"Bro. . .class starts in 10 minutes. . ." -Ace

If one were to listen closely, the sound of someone's mind breaking into a million pieces could be heard. The young Saiyan didn't even respond, not because he was contemplating what he wanted to reply with. . .no, it was simply because he was incapable of doing so. His mind? Rendered mute? Body? Completely frozen. Facial expression? Well, he was at least smiling perpetually, right? Good enough if you ignore the silent, high-pitched screams he was trying to hold back. A few seconds passed before the Saiyan shot out of bed as if he were a cat splashed with water. He tripped a bit on his comforter, his lips letting a curse slip in between as he made his way to the closet and grabbed one of the closest sets of outfits he could find.

"Just my luck. . .that's what I get for overworking myself so hard yesterday!" Kuzuku complained loudly as he bolted towards the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him, he quickly stripped down and turned on the shower before scrubbing frantically. The cold water caused him to shiver but he had no time for the luxuries of warm water now did he? Once he was clean enough, he rinsed down and hopped out before drying off with a burst of ki. Deodorant was applied quickly and clothing was thrown on in record time before exiting the bathroom in a hurry towards the door while frantically texting Ace.

"Shit! I overslept! Thanks for the wake-up call!"-Kuzuku

"Haha, no sweat. I'll see you at school, sleepyhead"-Ace

Even though he wasn't there to hear him say it, he could feel the mockery behind the message. He growled, muttering a single curse, "Ass" Shoving his phone into his pocket, he slipped it into his black pair of shoes containing a yellow star on the side that matched his blue sweats and yellow sweater covered by a black, baggy jacket. With no further time to waste, he booked it the moment he stepped out the door and slammed it shut, his figure already taking flight and soaring through the skies at top speed.

He looked down at his watch and frowned deeply, "You've got to be kidding. 7:59!? I only got two minutes!" With the self-consciousness of time on his mind, he pushed himself to move faster than what was recommended for others' safety. A sonic boom echoed and people who happen to look up at the right time only saw a white blur that flew over them. They were in awe, curious as to what sort of vehicle could produce that speed. If only they knew it was just a high school running late for class.

Once the school was in sight, the young Saiyan took a nose dive toward the roof and landed with just the right amount of force to not stir up any suspicion. Then, he bolted towards the door that lead down to the top floor which was lucky for him considering that's where his first class is located. He looked down at his watch while entering the main hallway and quickly paced himself toward his homeroom as humanly as possible. Still, 8:00 AM, and the classroom was just a few steps away. He could make it, "Looks like I'm right on time. Suck it, Ac—wait where's my ground-to-ground contact?"

With only one step closer, Kuzuku went from claiming victory to questioning his defeat in mid-air. He looked around though no one was on site. Even if there was, he was far too powerful for a human to cause him to lose his balance. However, his eyes eventually did catch the very cause of his current predicament: a perfectly placed banana peel just right in front of the homeroom door. Mentally, his jaw dropped but his face said it all. Surprised yet absolutely done, "Son of a—"

*Bang!*

Comically, his but hit the ground first and on cue, the bell rang as he looked at his watch. . .8:00 AM. Sighing, he got up while kicking the banana peel across the hall out of spite before opening the door. Of course, he was greeted by the eyes of pretty much everyone in the classroom but more importantly, the teacher herself. Though thankfully, he was lucky enough to have English as his homeroom instead of Biology. Otherwise, he'd be dodging scalpels for half the period.

" , late today I see," said eying him up and down, "Do you have an excuse?"

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he scratched his head, "Hehehe, uh no. I sort of woke up late. I think I need to get a new alarm." The English teacher stared at him for a moment before giving way to his pardon.

"Very well, then I will leave you off with a warning for today since you are normally well-behaved. But next time, try and be on time," warned.

Kuzuku nodded before heading up the stairs of the lecture hall to take his seat. The eyes on him eased a bit with Ace giving him a morning wave and a hint of silent teasing much to his dismay. He made a mental note to get back at him later but for now, he simply took his seat and sighed with relief. But of course, his mornings weren't that simple.

"Wow, Studious over here waking up late for class? The apocalypse must be drawing near," A voice noted behind him.

Brow twitching, he turned to the person who made the remark, one that he had easily come to dislike since day 1. A girl with long, wavy blond hair, part of it tied into a ponytail, and deep blue eyes. She seemed rather well off considering the expensive embroidery of her clothing and several pieces of jewelry to boot. He was refraining from intent–he means accidentally making a mess of her white, button-down shirt that clung to her body and tearing her nicely patterned tie on top of it. Though, while she gave him a smug smirk, Kuzuku responded mutually.

"Funny you should say that, Ryusika. Seeing you here almost gave me the impression that I entered the wrong school. Hath the time finally come? That you realized you needed to further that intellect of yours?" Kuzuku retorted, earning a gasp from her while another student sitting beside her glared at him threateningly.

However, Kuzuku only glared at him back, almost daring him to try something but considering they were all in class, he was reluctant to do so. Knowing this, Kuzuku merely turned back to his own business and began taking out his books for class. Through his peripherals, he could see Ace giving him the thumbs up and trying to hold in his laughter.

"Nice one," Ace snickered.

Kuzuku smirked, only adding, "Thanks, I am to please those who want my attention so bad." This little rivalry between him and those two had been going on for approximately two or three months from what he could remember. During the time everyone was attending the Universe 6 tournament, Kuzuku had been wasting his life away getting accustomed to school life. However, during his first week of school, things simply didn't go smoothly. Ryusika was a daughter of a famous fashion designer that had monopolized a great deal of the clothing market. There weren't many fashion industries that could rival them and it was well-known that she was the queen madonna of Orange High School. Many viewed her as the pinnacle of what every other girl in the school should strive to be but to Kuzuku. . .she was spoiled and needy as one can imagine.

It also didn't help that her boyfriend was as predictable as he can be. The star player of the Orange Star High's football team, Glade. A large, muscular jock who had a sharp jawline and scruffed, spiky green hair, and emerald eyes. A duo that didn't have him on their radar until one moment during lunch. An accident in which Kuzuku applied a little too much pressure and caused his bowl of soup to splatter all over the popular girl's expensive sweater. Ever since then, it's been pretty much bad blood between the three of them and every altercation was on-sight with no warrants. Well, a one-sided instigation to be exact considering the young Saiyan could sneeze the wrong way and send them to the afterlife if he felt like it.

Sighing, he attuned himself to the lecture at hand. English was a lenient subject for him and much easier to pretend to listen in comparison to his other classes. The only drawback was that he was bored out of his mind.

"If only I could move the clock forward. . .," Kuzuku thought to himself. But, he knew that was wishful thinking. His attention couldn't stay on the nuances of stories and literature dating back to medieval times. Sure, he loved to read from time to time but that was because the modern age had improved on simplifying things instead of speaking in rhymes and riddles.

He looked up at the clock as his hand worked the job of getting the notes down on paper, "40 minutes to go. . .damn it all."

[- - - -]

(Fast-Forwarding On Planet Earth, Orange Star Highschool. . .)

Two, grueling periods had finally passed for the young Saiyan with lunch finally approaching around the corner. If it was down to anything, this was the only time of day that he actually looked forward to on his school days. The only downside was that due to separate schedules, he would be attending lunch alone due to Ace being too damn popular for his own good. Large crowds of ogling girls over a charming boy? Nope, he refused to be stuck in the middle of that. It'd draw too much attention to himself that he would want.

Knowing this, he waved Ace a temporary farewell considering they have the same class together again the following period. Though, as soon as Ace had left, a sensation of malice intent didn't go unnoticed. Painfully right as he was, Kuzuku turned around as the sound of footsteps grew louder until he found himself confronted by two students who looked to be part of some sort of club. More specifically, athletic activities. He recognized them quite easily and could already deduce what was happening.

"Let me guess, Glade paid you guys again with his girlfriend's money? Typical," Kuzuku assumed, struggling to hide a smirk.

One of the bullies that he recalled was called Utaba stepped forward, his physic reminding him of a certain prince in terms of height and muscle ratio, though his hair was brown instead of the common black "Don't get cocky! All those other times were simply because of your insane luck!" The other student who doubled his height cracked his knuckles in agreement, his name rather difficult for him to pronounce so Kuzuku opted to call him Boara as he looked like a boar.

"Yeah, it has run dry as of today so prepare for a beatdown, Studious," Boara added with venom.

Kuzuku shrug at how oblivious they could be. If all the other times were luck as he labeled it, then how come he has come out unscathed pretty much every single time? Humans like these are the reason why makes so much money off false fame. Not that he could complain. He DID graciously help him get enrolled into Orange High School so that's a bonus, "Fellas, fellas, trust me. You don't want to do this today. My luck is at an all-time low and wound up making me late to my morning class." Smirking sinisterly, with Utaba laughing away.

"You hear this guy, Boara!" Utaba asked jokingly.

Kuzuku's eyes widened, "Oh damn. . .so I wasn't alone on the nickname. . ." Regardless, the surprised look on his face was taken as a misconception to provoke the two bullies to puff their bravado even further.

"He's vulnerable now. We can finally get him back!" Utaba grinned with Boara right behind him.

The two began to walk toward the Saiyan in an attempt to corner him. However, Kuzuku was still fixated on the fact that his nickname for the Boara was common in which he stood there long enough for the remaining dust from a chalkboard to seep through and tickle his nose. His face churned, the itchy sensation causing him to take several breaths as he tried to hold it back. The two bullies stood frozen in confusion, a mistake they would quickly regret making.

"AAAAACHOOOOOOOOO!"

With his last bit of restraint broken, the young Saiyan unleashed the sneeze. His focus wavered, and he had absentmindedly lost a bit of control over his capabilities. As a result, a powerful gust of wind filled the hallway and startled all the students passing by while the bullies who had been at the forefront were taken aback. Both of their eyes widened in shock, the feeling of being connected to the ground revoked as they flew down the hall, and skidded against the floor before finally crashing into a locker that had already been invented before and looked oddly suspicious from the gecko. Whatever substance was in there had smelled terrible and no one dared to open it but now: upon collision, the locker's top door was forced open to unleash devastation on anyone unfortunate to be underneath. What could be presumed as the remains of an expired milk carton proceeded to drench the two bullies and their screams of confusion and disgust filled the hallways while Kuzuku scratched his nose.

It didn't take him long to realize what happened and now he found himself looking around frantically. Luckily for him, everyone was scratching their heads with one boy commenting, "Anyone felt that powerful gust of wind? I wonder where it came from." Everyone else shrugged but Kuzuku, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to admire the dismay of Utaba and Boara's panic.

"Well, I did warn them. . ." Kuzuku muttered before turning and walking away to go find a quiet place to enjoy his meal with a snicker, "I am unlucky today. . ."

[- - - -]

(Forwarding Time On Planet Earth, Orange Star Highschool. . .)

It was already nearing the last period of the day and the young Saiyan was making his way down the lower floors to attend one of the classes that he had to watch out for the most. He'd skip but after repeatedly doing so for so many weeks, the faculty of Orange Star High had managed to tighten up their "security" specifically for him. Whether someone had it out for him among the staff or they genuinely didn't want to see their second coming of a "Golden Child" fall from grace simply because he didn't want to work a sweat, Kuzuku couldn't care less. If anything happens, they'll be held accountable. Sighing, he slowed his descent down the stair out of spite before noticing a face that he honestly wished he didn't see.

Glade was impossible to miss for those who cross paths with him through the school. His appearance stood out like a sore thumb and to be frank, he was the one that Kuzuku didn't like the most ever since he came here. This was why when the two made eye contact, they both respectively signaled a silent death threat that only they can understand.

"Must ask, how're your lackeys doing? I bet showering with a bar of soap won't be enough to remove that gunk's smell," Kuzuku asked, deciding to have a little fun. Considering his dislike for the guy doesn't come anywhere close to him actually feeling hatred. He tried to mitigate and squash their beef multiple times but the football player was far too adamant. Something about him really must have ground his gears as Glade was determined to make his school life a living hell. Granted, Kuzuku could ignore him but in the famous words that Vegeta had told him about such a matter.

"If they try to give you hell. Then you show them what hell really is."

Although Kuzuku was more about instilling humility, he too had his limits in comparison to Goku. So Vegeta's advice was also an option depending on his mood. An option that he chose at this moment but didn't decide to act fully on it. No, he'll show him how pathetic he was being.

"Why are you asking, Studious?" Glade said. Kuzuku's eyebrow twitched a bit. He could never understand it but the way that nickname rolled off his tongue specifically pushed his buttons. But he held his cool as Glade continued, "You should mind your own business and concerns about my friends. Just know, next time you insult my girl the way you did this morning, I'll personally punch your lights out."

Kuzuku rolled his eyes, "You mean your 'wallet'? Cmon Glade, stop acting as if you care. But anyways, you're welcome to try but considering you have yet to do so either means you are aware of how dumb it is to try in a school setting or you are scared my 'luck' will embarrass you too." The two stopped dead in their tracks with Kuzuku now standing above the football jock who was still climbing the steps below. It was dead silence but Glade soon broke it with a snarl and proceeded to walk past him.

"You're not worth it right now, just consider my warning, worm," Glade growled.

As he climb the stairs, Kuzuku responded kindly with one of his own, "Sure, just heed my warning as well, Gladey." He chuckled at the sound of what could be presumed to be a garbage can being kicked. Antagonization, especially when inflicted on that one in particular, never ceases to be funny. Although, with that settled, Kuzuku redirected his thoughts back onto the main issue. It didn't take him long to reach his next class, even if he was walking as slowly as he could. Now, he was face to face with the most daunting class.

Physical Education. . .also referred to as P.E

It wasn't like Kuzuku was incapable of scoring high in this class. In fact, he was more than capable and if he did utilize his true abilities then everyone would probably write stories of him being some "God of P.E." or something. Though, it was because he was this strong among those who don't even have a lick of the same training he had. That strength would draw too much suspicion upon his normal, guy facade. He had power but he could already imagine the labels that everyone would say. . .they happened once already. Hiding his powers was a task instilled into his head for as long as he could remember. Even though it was long ago since he began doing that, even now he was still told to do so. People of Earth don't believe in aliens capable of erasing planets on a whim. They even go as far as to deny their existence entirely despite experiencing so many phenomena and Earth being destroyed twice. Nevertheless, hiding one's true self in a common crowd. . .it was mentally tiring.

Kuzuku took in a breath and opened the locker room door, his eyes darting around for a vacant spot to change. Multiple boys of different appearances were doing nothing but hanging and messing around in one section of the locker room, thus leaving a more vacant part for those who desired privacy. Kuzuku, glad that everyone else was distracted, took the chance to slip through and make his way over to the said spot. Opting to keep his tail sometimes made trivial things inconvenient but he could never part with it. It served as a reminder and for personal reasons, he kept his tail. Though, this meant that he had to be quick in changing his clothing and he started by swapping his pants for a pair of baggy gray sweats. Once that was done, he removed his jacket and hung it on the rack nearby, and waited patiently for class to start.

"Hey, have you heard the rumors. . .?" One kid said, his voice garnering the young Saiyan's attention. Eavesdropping to pass the time? Why not? Kuzuku turned away and pretended to be minding his own business, even pulling out his phone in the process as the kid continued, "I heard that Ace Sojiro, the one that is friends with that Kuzuku kid, has a secret lover."

Kuzuku raised an eyebrow but continued to listen as another responded, "Huh, oh, I think I heard the same thing. But I thought it was made up because there wasn't any proof."

"Well, you're right about that. The one who started it was some obsessed chick who coincidentally saw them together though she couldn't describe who it was cause she was wearing a hood. Whoever it was, they sure are stirring up a storm," the other kid explained.

Gaining enough information he wanted to hear, Kuzuku tuned out the rest of their conversation and delve into his thoughts, "Ace found someone, huh. . .?" Kuzuku never really cared for the relationship aspect of things. Romanticized high school drama was far too confusing and the very concept of liking someone intimately was alien to him. Granted, he never had the best role models for such a complex topic but he could get the gist. He felt happy for him if the rumors were true but at the same time, Kuzuku found that it'll be a lot more lonely to attend this school if his only friend will have their time preoccupied with the one he loves. What right did he have to intervene? They found happiness. Knowing that was more than enough reason for him.

Out of respect for the friend that had offered to be in his company since his first week here, that was the least he could do. Soon enough, the alarm buzzed briefly and Kuzuku along with all the other students in his gym class began to flood out of the lockers and make their way toward the field. End-of-the-day classes weren't as big, thankfully enough, but the boy-to-girl ratio was equivalent to 1:3. Everyone wore their Orange Star badges at their waist as they waited for the coach to take center stage and explain what they were doing today. A man of tanned skin, his height a bit shorter than Piccolo's while having short brown hair and a bushy mustache. His clothing only consisted of two things despite the cool weather: A pair of shorts to show off his leg muscles and a tank top to show off his upper body.

This was , the most well-known Gym teacher who coaches all of the extracurricular activities regarding athletes. Kuzuku didn't know what to think about him. He's had a kind, lady who is passionate about stories as an English teacher. He had a rather threatening Biology teacher who he could swear had some form of dark history with one of the drama teachers. A topic that he chose not to delve into otherwise he'd uncover something heinous. But no, this one was the most confusing to decipher his feelings for. Sometimes, he can see him as a cool guy but other times. . .he was the absolute bane of his existence.

"Good afternoon class!" greeted before noticing the young Saiyan's presence, "I see we finally have a returning student to this class. One filled with nice potential."

Kuzuku kept his poker face but internally, he shivered at the way he said: "nice". Whatever he meant by it, he wanted him to rephrase the way he said it. Regardless, continued with his class introduction, "But that's beside the point. As you know, we are gonna have to do physical testing this month. You know, the standard push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups tests. Etc, etc. But for today, we'll be knocking out the hardest test that you all would love: the mile run!" At the mention of the test itself, every single student present started to kick the ground and complain.

"Suck it up, you were gonna have to do it eventually. Now make your way over to the track and wait for your name to be called for your heat!" interjected. Everyone begrudgingly walked over to the track field while Kuzuku was trying his hardest not to laugh. Truthfully, he had almost forgotten about these tests, and thankfully, they are easy to fake. All he had to do was run slow enough to get a passing time and he'd be on his merry way for the rest of the day. Since it wasn't his turn yet, he decided to hang out to the side and watch, his eyes immediately picking up on two individuals who he had recognized. They were friends with Ace, though they hadn't spoken much considering he'd distance himself from making any more associations. Especially since one of the two was the class's number one running back for the football team: Vincent Aldreno. A foreign exchange student from a country that he had forgotten about. He stood out with, his short, spiky orange hair, tanned skin a pair of honey-gold eyes while his unique lean build for speed was evidence of his hard work. But his ties to the football team itself were an instant no-go. From what Kuzuku could tell from observing him, he was a serious athlete and not much of an outgoing person in contrast to the other one. Kize Kagami was the more outgoing and cheerful one of the two. Though his stature was shorter than Vincent, he is widely known as the number-one rank track athlete in the city. Whatever event there was, he'd always excel in it and was no slouch to be disregarded.

Some even started giving him the nickname the "Yellow Blur" due to his dominance in the sprints with his blond hair and emerald eyes as the basis for the name. There was no coincidence that the presumed two fastest students in the school would be facing off in the first heat. As inhuman as Kuzuku may be, he was kind of excited to see how a race would unfold between these two, and judging by the rivalry glance between them, they certainly were aiming to put on a show. It wasn't an everyday occurrence after all.

Once the row of students for the first heat lined their way up at the starting line, all that was left was for the whistle to be blown and the test could start. For what was supposed to be an exercise, Kuzuku couldn't help but wait with anticipation. He was always a sucker for sports events as much as he avoided this class. In reality, the only thing holding him back from showing his love for physical activities was the need to stay incognito to everyone else. A task that he was barely doing correctly. After a moment of tense silence, the whistle blew and all of the students were seen dashing out of the blocks. Though only two stood alone at the front. Vincent and Kize were moving at a pace of their own while everyone else lagged behind. From start to finish, the gap only widened with each stride until they found themselves on the opposite side of the track and their competitive natures clashing with one another.

Kuzuku had no experience with human sports but for one, he could feel the passion when watching from afar. He could relate somehow, considering he does train and practice the arts of fighting in his own time though that was with a crowd that he thought of as family rather than other people outside the bubble. Thus, he could understand the wide grins on both competitors' faces despite the exhaustion they were likely feeling. One lap, two laps, three, and then four. Each one ran with all their heart and soul until one claimed victory.

"Alright, that makes me the winner Vincent! You owe me a latte!" Kize cheered, his time finishing at an impressive four minutes and fifteen seconds. For a sprinter, that was pretty insane in the eyes of many.

Vincent, still gasping for air though begrudgingly accepting his defeat, finished only about thirty seconds behind after gassing out in the middle of the fourth lap, "Fine, you win this round. But be rest assured that I'll come back with some vengeance." Feeling their thriving spirits Kuzuku was having trouble restraining himself. Saiyan urges were difficult to control. If they weren't fighting or watching one, the only other thing would be activities such as these to spark a competitive spirit in them. Kuzuku was no exception.

Group after the group went by until eventually, it came his turn. The whistle blew and he still came out with the intent of trying to pass. However, his goosebumps were getting the best of him. All he could think of was the feeling they must have felt. The rush of the wind whipping against their face when facing one another. It was almost like they were fighting, a form of communication that disregarded the use of words. It made him reflect on yesterday during his spar.

One Lap. . .

One step forward at a time. That was what he decided. To live what he felt was truly him. Throughout the entirety of the training session, Kuzuku was doing exactly that. Of course, he couldn't simply reveal his powers for the whole school to see. However, his true self still is in glimpses. He was already doing that with his friend, Ace.

Two Laps. . .

His pace picked up a bit, a smile creeping upward as the rush of wind increased. It was normal for him but more importantly, he wanted to fit in without having to change forcefully. To conform to others around him, even just a little. One second. A brief moment of freedom per day. He'd be content with just that. . .

Three Laps. . .

The young Saiyan was beginning to relax, his arms free-flowing and the world around him merely becoming a blur. No one else mattered and it was just him alone. Rush filled his lungs with air, his face grinning widely as he was coming alive. To continue down this path is to learn to live without the worry of being too different and ostracized for it. That was his next step. . .a battle that he had to overcome on his own. Only time will tell. . .

Four laps. . .

Kuzuku slowed down once he had passed the finish line, his breathing calm and controlled after the short exercise. For someone like him, he knew that running just a mile with no additional weights was nothing more than a stroll through the park for him. However, he was slowly realizing where may have messed up. He had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice the stares he was getting from every single one of his classmates. He raised a confused eyebrow until he notice walking up to him with the stopwatch in hand. The coach looked at the watch and then back at the young Saiyan a few times and nodded his head as if he were trying to reconnect with reality.

Then, to Kuzuku's horror, he grinned, "Well now, young Ayoma! I think you should try out and join the track team this year! You're quite the runner!" Kuzuku wryly smiled, his face becoming increasingly pale out of nervous fear.

"Wh–what do you mean sir. . ." Kuzuku asked, failing to realize that the rest of his heat was just NOW finishing their last lap.

Without a word, showed him the time on the stopwatch and his eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets. Four minutes flat. . .Four. Zero. Zero. If it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't who he is, then he wouldn't have believed it. Zoning out so much and getting all caught up in his own emotions had lifted a few of his intentional restraints enough to screw him over. He was lucky this was a test but rumors around the school were sure to spread like wildfire after this. His resolve before still stands but dealing with this during his school life? Now that was a whole other ballpark he didn't want to mess with.

As he internally groaned, he suddenly felt an added weight over his shoulder. He nearly jumped and on reflex, kick the hell out of the one who dared test their luck with an alien capable of leveling the whole area. However, once he realized he was face-to-face with Kize and Vincent, Kuzuku tensed.

"Damn, you're really fast! Faster than me! You're that Kuzuku kid, right? The one Ace hangs around sometimes when he's not with us!?" Kize said with enthusiasm.

Kuzuku's mouth twitched as disappeared into the background to conduct the last group's test while answering, "Ye-yeah. . .that's me. Kuzuku Ayoma to be exact." Vincent stepped forward with an oddly suspicious look on his face.

"So, Kuzuku, why don't you do any sports? That time you just got is right behind that of the high school world record and helps you compete in other sports. Perhaps you should join the soccer or Football team even." Vincent questioned.

Stuck in his thoughts, Kuzuku searched through numerous responses and excuses he could use to cover up what had happened. Saying that he was just lucky and got into a good mood was a no-go. A good race of that caliber doesn't happen unless you had prior training. After sorting through that, he answered with a feigned, nervous laugh, "Uh, you know. Gotta keep up those grades, am I right? Besides, I'm pretty sure my mom mentioned that her side of the family had really good genetics for fast-twitch fibers and whatnot."

"Mhm, right. . ." Vincent said with skepticism. Kuzuku, only interacting with this guy for a few minutes, was already putting him on his "to-watch-out-for" list. He seemed to be very perceptive. . .too much so for his own good in his own opinion.

Luckily for him, the bell rang, thus signaling the end of the school day as the last heat finished in a nick of time. Kuzuku, taking the opportunity as they both were distracted, bolted towards the gate and ignored Vicent and Kize's call for him to come back. Whatever reason they had, he didn't care. He wasn't prepared for a situation where he'd slip up and stir some form of suspicion. He absolutely refused to repeat what Gohan did. He promised he'd do better or Chi Chi would cease all deliveries of her bento entirely. Then what will he eat for lunch? The schools? He refused after finding a literal hairball in his soup that one time.

As his steps quickened, he notice a corner that lead to the back of the school, a place where not much traffic was through which was perfect for him. He took out his phone, giving Ace a quick text about him not being able to walk home with him today before taking the sharp turn that he needed. As soon as his figure was out of sight, he shot to the skies at speeds he was sure no one human would be able to perceive.

It didn't take him long to reach high enough for no one to see, his bag flowing in the winds. He had left his jacket but screw it. He can always go for a later, "Sorry, Ace. . ." Kuzuku muttered to himself knowing full well he was going to get an earful later. But, this time was for a good reason. There was somewhere he needed to be.

However, as he turned as he prepared to fly West from where he was, he couldn't help but pick up something odd. . .a sharp spike in a Ki that he didn't recognize. He stopped mid-air, his body twisting and turning to pinpoint where it went. It was dark yet. . .he could feel that it was in great turmoil with itself. A strange feeling washed over him and part of him was telling him to go figure out what it was. However, as quickly as it came, the Ki dialed down, thus leaving Kuzuku in a perplexed state. Was he imagining it? He shook his head, "Whatever it was, it's gone now. Not my business, I guess."

That said, the Saiyan wasted no time and dashed forth toward his next location in hopes to direct his mind away from his school troubles. . .Yes, school days were always a pain. But little did he know, someone was watching. . .

A/N: Chapter Complete! Not much going on in this chapter. From the original, I intended this one to be a more chill and casual chapter into the main OC's school life at this point of the story. Likewise, what I did for the remastered version was to add more reasonable interactions as well as more character analysis while introducing some minor characters. Nothing special really and honestly this chapter could have been neglected but I want to aim to improve every chapter overall whether they hold weight or not. Anyways, thanks for reading, and until we meet again!