A Saiyan's Prison Ride:
Chapter 1: First Day At Hachimitsu Academy, Part 1: Arrival
It was a beautiful and sunny day up on Mount Paozu in Japan. It was an early Saturday morning, around eight, when the sound of a proud mother yelling at the top of her lungs could be heard for miles.
"GOHAN! GET DOWN HERE FOR BREAKFAST BEFORE GOTEN EATS IT ALL! I'VE GOT SOME GREAT NEWS!" Said mother was none other than Chichi, the matriarch of the Son family.
In response to Chichi's ecstatic squeal that reverberated throughout the household, Gohan let out a startled gasp, as he awoke and fell out of his bed in shock, hitting the floor of his room on the side of his head-first with an audible thud.
"Ughn…" The boy groaned, as he rubbed his temple soothingly, while steadily rising back up to his feet. His lack of any Ki being up in that moment ensuring that he felt actual pain from the fall, though it was quick to start receding. "Why did she have to wake me up like that?" He lightly grumbled under his breath, before letting out a yawn, as he rubbed at his eyes. "Wonder what's got mom so excited, today?"
With that question asked, Gohan massaged his neck, as his reflection showed within the mirror near his bed. Something that his mother had put there as far back as when he was five for conveniences sake, so that he could better fix his appearance before even coming out of his room.
It showed him a young man of about sixteen years of age with black spiky hair, coal black eyes, and a muscular body toned to near perfection from years of constant training, standing at a height of about 5 foot 9 inches tall. On his person, was a simple, sleeveless, white shirt which left his extremely toned and bulging biceps exposed, along with blue shorts that fell down to the middle of his thickly-muscled thighs.
Deciding to do some stretches to better wake himself up before he headed downstairs to his mother – and breakfast, of course – he idly took a look around at his room. The space being comprised of white walls on all sides with his bed up next to the wall vertically just under a window that displayed the beautiful scenery of Mount Paozu on the outside. His room was filled with books ranging from fictional stories to educational ones that covered pretty much every subject one could think of.
There was also a working desk a short way's away from his bed, just below where his mirror was, funnily enough, which was for his studies during his home-schooling. It was kept well-maintained with his most recently finished material in the form of books and papers being stacked on top of it neatly.
Just above it on the wall, right next to his mirror, was a large poster for the Tenkaichi Budokai. A martial arts tournament where what was believed to be the best martial artists in the world gathered to decide who the best is.
It had been a gift from master Roshi, the turtle hermit, for his sixteenth birthday about a month ago.
Well, that, alongside his actual gift from his father's former mentor, which had been a porn magazine that he'd slyly had rolled and wrapped up within the bound poster, so as to conceal it from anyone else, other than Gohan himself, whom he'd whispered its presence to beneath the poster. The martial arts masters telling him to 'keep it to himself' and enjoy a 'different kind of study' whenever he felt like it, while giving that patented, perverted laugh that the half-breed had heard more than a few times, as he warned him not to tell his mother about it. The old man worried she'd come find him and pummel him for giving her son such material, after confiscating it from him.
The warning was for nothing, of course, as Roshi had spent so little time around his family since his father's sacrifice against Cell, that he was unaware of how his mother had changed over the years following that, with her protective streak having calmed down greatly, amongst… other things.
Regardless, seeing as it'd been a gift, Gohan had kept it, though he'd yet to actually glance at any of its contents, other than the near-naked woman who'd been on the cover, posing provocatively in her black, frilly lingerie. Something that'd gotten a blush of embarrassment out of him at the time, but little else, as he had it stored away in one of his drawers.
Once he'd gotten in what he'd felt was a suitable amount of stretches to get his body feeling a bit more limbered up, the boy then called back out to his mother, as he made his way out of his room.
"Coming mom!"
As Gohan made his way down-stairs then, he soon spotted his seven-year-old brother Goten already sat at the table in their dining room scarfing down his breakfast as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. This wasn't surprising though, considering he was half-Saiyan. That meant he had an incredibly large appetite due to having a much higher metabolism than normal humans, though this was usually only the case after they had done something like intense training or fight to burn through the energy given from the nutrients.
Goten could best be described as looking exactly like their deceased father Goku had, with his spiky hair that went out in every direction like a palm tree, and with a face that was the splitting image of his father, especially when he was a kid, as their mother had said.
The little guy was wearing an orange gi that was almost exactly the same as the one their deceased father Goku had worn too, adding to the uncanny resemblance.
Gohan couldn't help but idly wonder what his father would've thought, having a literal mini-him running around, were he still alive and not in the Other World right now, as he had been for the last seven years. Knowing him, he'd have likely been amused by it, but also much more interested in seeing what kind of potential Goten had, when it came to fighting.
"Hey Goten! How's it going, little bro?" The older half-breed couldn't help but ask his younger sibling with a kind smile and light laugh, as he saw him devour plate after plate of the delicious smelling and looking food their mom had made them in abundance.
Goten, hearing his voice, temporarily paused in his downing of the food on his plates into his mouth like a garbage disposal, as he glanced up and smiled at him.
"Fine Gohan! Was your sleep okay? You're usually up before me, after all." The boy thought to ask politely back, getting a small chuckle from Gohan.
"Yeah. It was all good, kiddo. Suppose my body just decided to sleep in a little extra, for today."
"Heh, alright then. Just meant more for me, anyway." The boy giggled cheekily, and he wasn't lying either. Gohan could tell the kid had more plates of various foods stacked on his side of the table than he normally did.
That was about all Gohan got out of his brother, as Goten immediately went back to scarfing down his food with reckless abandon. Plate after plate being stacked on top of one another every few seconds, opposite of his slowly dwindling stack of filled-up plates, almost spotless after his little brother was done with what had been on it.
Gohan shook his head in amusement at this as he took a seat across from his brother and waited for his mom to come in to tell him the news as he took his own plates of food to eat.
About two minutes later, and with six empty plates of his own stacked in front of him already, Chi-Chi finally came walking into the room from the kitchen with a face splitting smile adorning her beautiful features.
Chi-Chi, despite looking youthful enough these days to pass for being twenty, with delicate, roundish cheekbones, a high forehead and slim jawline without a wrinkle in sight, was a woman in her mid-to-late thirties with long, raven-black hair done up in a bun and falling down on either side of her pretty face. A pair of large, round, and mature-yet-cute looking black eyes sitting above a small button-nose, with the woman having a lighter skin colour than her two sons.
She was about 5 foot 4 inches tall and held quite the curvaceous figure despite her age, with perky C-cup breasts and a tight, round ass veiled underneath her moderately conservative attire, which still showed off her toned, but impressively thick thighs. Her attire itself being that of a purple dress that went down near her ankles with an orange cloth tied on the top and a yellow sash. To finish her ensemble, she had pink socks on and red shoes on her feet, with the white apron she wore for cooking being held in her left hand as she walked forward.
"Hey mom," Gohan greeted her with a wave and a grin, making sure he'd swallowed his latest mouthful before speaking, so that he didn't accidently choke himself. "What's this great news you've got to tell me?"
"I'll tell you once you've finished your food, Gohan. Trust me, though, I'm sure you'll love it!" The matriarch of the Son family replied back happily, as she took her own seat at the table, though she made no move for any of the plates herself, on account of having already eaten, before cooking up her boys' breakfast.
Gohan nodded his head at this and got back to eating his fill, finishing off his breakfast just after Goten, who chose that moment to ask Chi-Chi if he could go outside and train, which she allowed without an argument as his brother zipped out of the room like a lightning bolt.
With him gone, she turned to him as she got down to brass tacks.
"Alright then, with that out of the way, it's time I let you know the good news, Gohan."
"What is it, mom?" Gohan asked, now looking directly at his mom with a curious gaze.
"Do you remember how you told me before your 15th birthday about how you wanted to go to a high-school instead of being home-schooled?"
"Yeah I do." He nodded his head affirmatively. "But I recall that you said I would only be sent to one that you approved of, and since you have very high standards, you didn't think there'd be any worth sending me to."
"That's correct, Gohan, but that was then, and this is now."
"What do you mean?" Now he was even more confused. Did she actually find one she liked?
"What I mean is, I know of a school that fits my standards for you now, and your paperwork for it has already been signed by me and sent off about a week ago. I just got the notice back there today that you have been accepted dear, and will be expected to attend your first day there on Monday, two days from now."
The confusion left his face instantly upon hearing this, leaving only naked excitement in its place. "Wait, seriously? That's awesome, mom!"
"Hehe, I knew you'd like it." Chichi gave her son a beaming smile as she saw how thrilled he had gotten all of a sudden. The animated look he had on his face now reminded her of when he was a little boy, no older than four, playing around in the garden with the kind of glee only a child could muster.
They grow up so fast…
"Man, if only dad could've been around to see this." The half-Saiyan remarked, his tone gaining a tinge of sadness. "I know he never cared much about my studies, unless it had to do with fighting, but I know he'd have been happy to see me be able to live the life I want to, if he were here."
"He'd have been proud of you, too. Always was, and always will be, dead or not." Chi-Chi grinned back, remembering the lovable goofball that'd once been her husband fondly. "And I know that if he could've, he would've been around to see you right now, but we both know why that isn't the case."
Gohan let out a small sigh. "Yeah, I suppose we do."
His father had willingly chosen to stay dead, rather than come back with the use of the Dragon Balls, out of concern that his presence would just draw increasingly stronger enemies to Earth – and to his friends and family – putting them all in danger. It was a realization he'd come to, after the whole fiasco with Cell, and the androids before him, and even a returning Frieza before them, alongside his father, which he hadn't been there for to stop, though it was thankful that the Trunks from the future had been.
He'd made it clear to them all, especially to Gohan and his mom, at the time, when they'd tried to bring him back, that he'd never be returning to the land of the living again. Not just for their safety, but also so that they could all live their lives, without having to worry about another threat coming up and putting all their lives at risk, just because they had a bone to pick with Goku, for whatever reason.
He'd told them all to live their lives to the fullest without him, and despite what he'd said about 'running out of time' while speaking to Gohan himself and the other Z-fighters, he'd found one last moment to spare, in order to speak to Chi-Chi personally, according to the woman herself. He'd evidently repeated much of what he'd said to her, but had also added that she didn't have to remain 'alone' because of his absence. Apparently, even though they'd all be seeing each other again, in the Other World, when their times came, Goku had told her that it was alright if she 'found someone else', in order to help her move on, saying he'd hold nothing against her or who she chose, when they met again in the afterlife. He'd simply wanted her to be happy, rather than constantly sad over him being out of her life.
The young man was unaware of if his mother had indeed found someone else, in that sense, to replace his father, nor how he'd feel if that ended up being the case, but he did know she was in great spirits these days, and had been for a few years now, and that was all that mattered to him, right now.
"So then," He began again, seeking to return to their original topic. "what's the name of the school?"
"It's called Hachimitsu Academy, Gohan. It's a highly reputable institution, ranked as one of, if not the highest-ranking sports academy in Japan, along with being a boarding school for elite scholars!"
Gohan whistled. "Wow, that's impressive. Sounds really high class."
"Oh, it is." She nodded giddily. "I was made aware of it not too long ago by someone I trust, and upon looking into it myself, I just couldn't help but pick it for you, Gohan. I knew it'd be a perfect fit for your education. There is one thing I should tell you about it though…"
"Yeah? What's that?" He asked, as he caught his mother's intentional pause, and the saw the glimmer of something in her eyes.
"Up until recently, Hachimitsu Academy was a private school for young, promising girls exclusively. It's only this year that this was overturned by the current chairman, a wonderful man that I've had the privilege of meeting, and they are allowing boys to attend." She explained, and Gohan wasn't sure if his ears were playing tricks with him or not, but he could've sworn his mother's tone turned fonder at the mention of this school's chairman. He didn't get any time to think on that potential little tidbit though, as his mother went on. "Despite being overturned though, it didn't go over well with the rest of the faculty since it came on such short notice. So, in order to ease them in to the idea, he's made it so that only a handful of boys can attend this year. You being one of them."
This took Gohan by surprise. "Wait, so that means most of the student body, even in my year, is going to be female?"
"Yes." She nodded, as a mischievous glint showed in her dark pools. Something that Gohan had starting seeing appear in his mother's eyes since he'd properly hit puberty. "That shouldn't be a problem for you though, as while you're studying there it will give you plenty of choices for a few girlfriends… and maybe a future wife."
Gohan's cheeks turned a rosy hue in embarrassment at his mother's words, all the while she gave him a cheeky smile.
"Mom, please don't say stuff like that. It's embarrassing!"
"Oh, hush!" She waved her hand at him playfully. "I'm your mother, Gohan. It's my duty to make sure my little man is happy and working towards giving me grandbabies."
"Ughh…" Gohan let out a groan, his cheeks still stinging red. Not this again… Please, anything but the baby talk!
Seriously, of all the changes she'd made over the years, he wished this hadn't been one of them. She did nothing but make him uncomfortable every time she spoke about this, for the last few years.
She pouted at him for that. "Don't be such a baby, Gohan. Besides…"
Her pout turned into a knowing smirk. "You're at that age now where your hormones will be acting up. You might not believe me now, but just give it a little time once you're there. I guarantee you within a couple weeks, maybe a month at most, you'll find yourself attracted to a fair few girls. It's inevitable for boys your age."
Gohan let out a sigh this time as he hung his head in resignation, knowing that she wouldn't be swayed on this. "Whatever you say, mom."
She gave him a triumphant smile. "Again, it's inevitable sweetie. And when you get involved with any of them intimately, in a certain place, be sure to wear the proper protection, if you don't plan on giving me any grandbabies, just yet, because I don't want to hear anything about you 'making a mistake', dear!"
"Uggh! Mom, please stop!" Blush intensifying, Gohan could only sit there in further embarrassment at how brazen his mother was, a far cry from how she'd been years ago, as she giggled at his expense.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop for now." The boy breathed a sigh of relief at that, before she caught his attention again. "Oh, and before I forget, the uniform also showed up this morning. It's what you'll have to wear everyday while on campus. I made sure it fits you though. Don't want your uniform being torn apart on the first day because you were too big for it, now do we?"
"No, we don't." Gohan shook his head in the negative, now more relaxed, as he became slightly amused by the thought, before gracing his only living parent with a patented Son family grin that he'd inherited from his father. "Thanks again though, mom, I appreciate you doing this." He finished sincerely, referring purely to how she was sending him to school, like any other young man his age, as he went up to her and embraced her in a warm hug.
"You're welcome, son." She hugged him back, a tender, motherly smile painted on her face.
Two days later… early morning…
Gohan stood in front of his mother right beside the open front door to their house. He was now garbed in his new school uniform.
The uniform consisted of a blue blazer over a white, long-sleeved plain button-down shirt, a black tie on the collar, matching black trousers, and black dress shoes.
The button-down shirt, true to his mom's word, was doing a pretty good job of hugging unto his body while being malleable enough to not be too tight and tear on his muscular body.
If he was being completely honest though, he could really do without the tie. It just didn't feel right on him.
"Good luck out there, Gohan. I hope you have a good time over there." Remarked Chichi earnestly with a proud gaze. "And be sure to call or text in, if you ever need anything. It's about time you got some use out of that phone Bulma bought you for your birthday last year." She said, while her eyes motioned to Gohan's left pants pocket, where she knew said object was housed. "It has my number in it. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to respond to you right away, whenever you do, but I'll be sure to answer when I can."
"Thanks mom. And don't worry, I'll be sure to call or text you, if I do." Gohan gave her a quick hug as he said this, which she returned. "Heh. I hope I'll have a good time over there, too."
As they broke the hug, Chichi couldn't help but add in with a wry smile and cheeky wink, "And don't forget to find yourself some girlfriends while you're there, honey!"
Gohan couldn't help the sigh that came out similar to two days prior, or the eye roll that he gave his mother on that note.
"Sure, sure mom. I'll try."
"You'll do more than try. I can already see you being popular with the girls at your school. I'd even wager you'll be quite the stud." Her tone made it clear to him that she was convinced about what she was saying.
Talk about confidence in him…
"Uhh, thanks mom." Using his senses, he was alerted to the fact that his little brother was still in his room. "Is Goten not gonna come down and see me off, though?"
"He'll be sleeping in today. He and Trunks got rather intense in their little training session together yesterday, at Bulma's, so he'll need a bit more rest to recover. And you know how your baby brother is when he's sleeping. Nothing short of a natural disaster could wake him up." Chi-Chi explained with a good-humoured snort, gaining a nod and fond smile from her older son. "Don't worry, though. I'll be sure to give him your regards and let him know you'll be back here during the holidays, or whenever you might get a break at the weekend, which you'd prefer to spend here, rather than at school. Be sure to notify me beforehand, if it's the latter, okay?"
"Alright then, will do! If that's all, I think I'll be heading off now. I'll see you later, mom!"
As the words left his lips, Gohan was quick to leave the house with a wave and begin his trek towards Hachimitsu academy, the school he would be learning at, and living in for his schooling days for the next few years.
Before he was out of ear shot though, as he took to the skies, he heard his mother yell out one last thing to him, which almost made him falter in mid-air.
"DON'T FORGET ABOUT GIVING YOUR DEAR MOTHER GRANDBABIES EITHER!"
"Ack! Oh, for the love of… Ugh… I really wish she'd stop talking about that! I'm only sixteen! Does she expect me to impregnate some girl in my high-school years? Seriously mom, I'll have more important things to worry about when I'm there." Gohan muttered to himself in annoyance as he flew to his destination.
Meanwhile, seeing her eldest son off from the doorway, and becoming little more than a pinprick in the sky, Chi-Chi mounted her hands on her hips with a look of pride, knowing her son would go far, with how smart and educated he was, already. She had no concerns about him being able to become a great scholar, and excel at whatever else it was, that he wanted to do in life. She had faith in him, on that front.
All he needs now, is to get out of that shell I put him in, in his earlier years, and really enjoy the other aspects of life, which my prudish past-self did everything she could to keep him away from, and wanted nothing more than to keep him from, even in his adult years. Studying and staying over at Hachimitsu should be fantastic for him, on that front. The gorgeous mother of two thought to herself with a hum.
Soon enough, hopefully, her boy would share in the enlightenment she'd been given after a chance meeting four years ago. One which had woken her up from her previously held notions about a certain nature that near everyone held, and the severe lack of knowledge and experience she'd truly held, up to that point.
With that thought, the door closed behind her then, as Chi-Chi turned around and made her way into her living room, where a laptop, courtesy of Bulma, was sitting on the table by the couch. And upon making her way over and sitting down, she opened it up, causing the screen to become lit, as she quickly signed in, bringing her to the only tab currently open, which was an email site, where she saw the most recent email she'd received, along with the person who'd sent it. The name of the sender causing her to smile in a much different way compared to how she had before, as she clicked on and began reading the message to herself.
A short while later… With Gohan…
It took him no more than ten minutes to reach Nerima ward, located within Tokyo's metropolitan area. The massive structure that was the school coming into his sights quick as he made his descent discreetly into an alleyway just a little ways' away from the institute.
The school itself from what he had seen was indeed quite massive, with a square shaped, three story tall building that had a courtyard in the middle of it from what he could see that separated one side from the other. It also appeared to have a much smaller building in the centre of the courtyard, but he had no clue what it was for.
The main structure was also surrounded by plenty of foliage and other small buildings dotting around it, showing that it spared no expense in having as many facilities as it could. All of which he could tell, even from high up in the sky, held some level of importance.
A school as prestigious as this wouldn't want to screw around after all. They would be all business.
The main building was also connected to another building of equivalent, if not greater size right beside it, which was shaped like an 'H' for some reason.
This was just what he could see from the outside, and already it was visually impressive in his eyes. He almost felt star struck looking at the building his education would take place in. The inside most likely would only make it look even better.
He could tell that his education would be in safe hands here, if there was anything left to teach him that his mother hadn't already bolted into his head while he grew up.
He hoped there was. He honestly did. Getting to learn new things, no matter what it may be, was actually quite exciting for him. As silly as that may sound for the average person.
Gohan breathed in a quick gulp of air and exhaled as he made his way through the entrance with a grin.
The only thing he had to do now, was try and make some friends. Might as well start off by finding the other handful of boys attending like he was for a start. After all, they should be a little easier to get along with and find things in common to bond over.
Right…?
A little later that day… in the cafeteria…
This is… definitely not what I was expecting…
This was the thought most prevalent within the demi-Saiyan's mind, as he sat on the far side of the six-seated table within the cafeteria which was nearest to the dead-end wall on the other side from the counter to pick up lunch.
Seated around him, were the other five boys that would be attending this year with him.
To start off, there was the guy sitting right across from him, who currently was turned in his seat to look in the other direction. Like the other two boys sitting on his side of the table.
Takehito Morokuzu, or 'Gakuto' as he preferred to be called, was a tall and wiry young man with long, upper back length locks of black hair and black eyes behind the rims of his glasses.
The one next to him, was a young man whose face was mostly obscured by shadows due to the fact that he wore a white hood to hide his face for some reason.
Gohan guessed this was likely due to him having a sickly appearance, since, even from here, he could tell that the poor guy had a very weak constitution considering how frail he was.
His name was Jouji Nezu. However, he preferred to be called 'Joe'.
The third, and last boy on the other side of the table, was markedly the oddest in Gohan's mind, when it came to his appearance.
His name was Reiji Andou, but like the other two, he would rather be called by his nickname, which was 'Andre'.
'Andre' was an obese, tall young man with pale skin, black hair and eyes. His obesity being such that he quite literally had rolls of fat around his waist, which were visible even though he was wearing a uniform to conceal it.
These traits weren't what made him the oddest though. No, that would be the guy's facial features, which consisted of ear lobes that reached all the way down to his neck below his larger than normal head.
Speaking of his head, despite how abnormally big it was, it ended being contrasted rather sharply by his shrunken face, which was proportionally smaller than the average boy their age.
Certainly, it was an odd look that had made Gohan almost do a double take when he had first greeted the boy.
The second to last boy from the five, who sat across from Andre, had gelled up blond hair with one strand sticking out from the front and over his forehead. He also had brown eyes, light skin and an open collar and no tie. Being truthful, the way he was carrying himself combined with his 'look' made him look like some punk off the streets. Gohan didn't think that to be rude, it was just the first thing that popped into his head.
His name was Shingo Wakamoto, and unlike the previous three, he didn't have a nickname. He just preferred to be called by his first name instead of his last.
The final boy out of the five, and the one who sat beside Gohan himself, was in the demi-Saiyan's mind, outside of himself, the most normal out of the six of them.
His name was Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi Fujino.
He was, like Gakuto, a tall young man, with only two inches or so separating their height.
He had dark blue hair with black eyes and a lean build, choosing like Shingo to do without the tie and had an open collar. Unlike Shingo though, he didn't have gelled up hair, or the air of a delinquent.
Despite their appearances though, sans Kiyoshi of course, he really wasn't all that bothered by it, having been as friendly as he could to them when he sat beside them.
Kiyoshi had been the kindest of the lot, which was not surprising in the least, and had shook his hand when offered, whilst the others had given him a wave and quickly introduced themselves before going back to looking out across the cafeteria. Kiyoshi doing the same.
What was it they were looking at, you may ask?
The answer should've been obvious from the start, given they were surrounded by the lively female population.
"You know, I heard there were a lot of chicks here before I enrolled, and to be honest, that's why I signed up."
It was Kiyoshi who spoke up first, his tone calm and resigned as he admitted his real reason for coming here whilst his gaze wondered over to a number of girls, focusing in on their ample chests underneath their own unique uniform.
Unlike the boys, the girls wore a very different uniform from them, which consisted of a camel blazer over a white, long-sleeved plain button-down shirt, a red lace cravat on the collar, a red plaid school skirt, and black dress loafers.
Some of the girls he noticed however, chose to simply do without the cravat, while others chose to wear a cream-coloured jumper over the shirt in place of the blazer. Some even choosing not to don anything over the shirt, and leaving the collar open, either for comfort, or some other reason.
"Almost two hundred chicks for each of us…"
This time it was Joe who spoke, his voice coming out in a gruff way, sounding as if he had swallowed saw dust not even minutes prior. His gaze landing on a particular girl's white panties as her seated form lifted up her creamy skinned, lithe left thigh up just a little, her knee bending as she placed her foot on the rim of the seat she was on. Happily chatting with her friend, she was utterly oblivious to how she was inadvertently giving the guys a good peek at her alluring crotch as her leg movement made her incredibly short skirt move away enough to spot the glorious scenery underneath.
"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
It was Gakuto who spoke this time, his tone being that of a shocked man for all the wrong reasons as his, and the other boys' gazes caught another girl's light pink panties being exposed as she rose to her tip toes and bent forward enough over a table with friends, allowing her own tiny skirt to flap up and give them a good stare at her underwear.
The view also gave them some decent ass to gander at, as well, given the way she bent over and the angle they were watching from allowed them a front row seat to stare at her fine, cute little ass cheeks.
"I had so many dreams about this place before I even enrolled."
Shingo remarked honestly without a care in the world as his eyes caught a girl's legs moving underneath a table one row down. Her wonderful, porcelain-skinned thighs detaching from the hook-legged position they were in and spreading outward for a second, allowing him a perfect peek at her sexy pink panties underneath, which to his delight, fit so snuggly around her lower body that it showed some quality camel toe of her pussy underneath.
"Like losing your V-card before spring?" Asked Kiyoshi rather nonchalantly.
"Forget that. I haven't done so much as talk to a girl yet." He replied, sounding a little annoyed at the fact.
Gohan almost felt the need to facepalm at the current discussion they were having. These guys weren't here for the education or sports like he wanted to be, or to even make friends like he did.
No, like his mother wanted of him, these guys' main interest was the pretty girls.
Yes, even Gohan had to admit that each of these girls was rather attractive, even if he didn't really have an interest in pursuing any of them at the moment.
"Will you lot hold your tongues?!" Demanded Gakuto, turning in Shingo's and Kiyoshi's direction with a rather angry expression on his face.
If Gohan had allowed himself to think, even for an instant, that he was telling them off for what they were saying though, he'd have been dead wrong.
"You're making it hard to concentrate!"
Yep. He was angered by it, only because they were making it harder for him to focus on all the accidental showings of panties by a plethora of girls in the room.
"Hard to concentrate on what?" Questioned Shingo with an uncaring gaze, already knowing the answer to his own question.
"Do you jest? On watching for up-skirts and nip-slips!" Gakuto replied brazenly, confirming what Shingo had known from before, as had Gohan and the others.
"Have any of you guys talked to any of the girls yet?" Asked Kiyoshi curiously, changing the subject quick.
"Nary a one!" was Gakuto's reply.
"Same…" Said Joe in between coughs.
"M-Me too…" said Andre, a small blush on his face as he continued to stare out at the female population, spotting the add panty shot here and there of different girls' enticing crotches, their panties, in order from when he spotted them, being a lacy black, emerald green, and lascivious red.
Lascivious to him at least…
The only one who didn't speak up right away, was Gohan himself. This didn't go unnoticed by Gakuto or Kiyoshi as their attention turned to him.
"What about you Gohan? Have you talked with any?" Asked Kiyoshi. Gakuto nodding his head, wanting to know as well.
Gohan let out a sigh as he turned to meet Kiyoshi's gaze.
"No, I haven't yet. Surely, it's not that difficult, though? What's stopping you guys from going over and talking to some of them anyway? They're not gonna bite us or anything. So, what are you guys afraid of exactly?"
Gohan's response caught Kiyoshi by surprise. He did have a point…
Gakuto let out an indignant scoff. "Hmph! Well, Gohan-dono, if that's what you think, then go ahead and prove your point! Prove to us how 'easy' it is!"
"Fine then. I will." Replied the half-Saiyan, rising out of his seat as he prepared to make his point to Gakuto.
"I'm going in too." Said Kiyoshi with some confidence as he too stood up from his seat, taking the others at the table by surprise.
Gakuto didn't look amused by this in the least. "You fool! Just sit here and be content with watching from a distance! You don't want to end up like Gohan-dono will."
Gohan's eyebrow twitched in aggravation as he heard the casual dismissal from Gakuto. This guy really was convinced that talking to them was a lost cause, wasn't he?
"You don't wanna risk the girls hating you on day one." Remarked Shingo with concern, his gaze fluttering over to Gohan as well as Kiyoshi.
That only served to further annoy the son of Goku. While he appreciated the concern from Shingo, despite barely knowing the guy, the way he said it made it sound like it would be a forgone conclusion the two of them would end up hated by the girls if they tried.
"He's right. You two should hold off." Came the equally concerned voice of Andre chiming in his two cents.
Gohan felt his eyes roll at this point. Seriously, these guys had some confidence issues. They were just girls for crying out loud! With the way they were acting you'd think they were talking about the Yakuza or something. Not high-school girls!
Gohan had to sweat drop though when he heard Kiyoshi tell the guys to shut up, and how his dream was to get laid.
Talk about priorities there, man… was this really how guys his age thought? No wonder his mom was convinced he would be after girls within a month of being here at most.
"And step one of getting laid is finding the balls to talk to girls! Isn't that right, Gohan!?"
Gohan found himself caught off guard as he was asked this. "Uh, I guess so?" he responded awkwardly.
He really wasn't an expert, but common sense stated that that was most likely true.
Kiyoshi seemed satisfied with his answer as he turned to address the rest of their motley crew. "You only live once boys!"
With that poignant statement uttered, he nodded at Gohan as he walked around the table and made a bee line for two girls who were chatting amongst themselves and motioned for Gohan to do the same.
They both made their way side by side to the two girls chatting animatedly. Kiyoshi rose his voice and give a quick 'hey' to grab their attention.
The two girls turned in their direction. Both rather pretty in their own right with heart-shaped, youthful faces and ruby red lips. Both their eyes were brown as they stared at Kiyoshi.
Both also had black hair, but the one on the left had it short, with it not even reaching her shoulders as strands of her hair framed the far sides of her temples and falling down over her ears, obscuring them from vision. The other had hers held in a ponytail with it coming down in a fringe, covering her entire forehead along with two bangs coming down to frame the sides of her face, obscuring most of her ears from view as well.
Like the other girls here, they were in pretty good shape, with decent figures comprising of nice, shapely hips, good looking thighs and reasonably sized boobs too. In Kiyoshi's mind anyway.
Speaking of Kiyoshi, Gohan felt a little bad for the guy as he saw him struggle to speak to them. Stumbling and tripping clumsily over his words as he tried desperately to talk to them as his face flushed red.
He could tell from the awkward chuckles they gave that the girls were beginning to feel quite awkward right now. He didn't blame them. Kiyoshi couldn't get a single word out without croaking.
Dammit this was bad. Well, he supposed he'd have to save this before Kiyoshi embarrassed himself anymore. He didn't want to see the poor guy in this pitiful state any longer.
"Uhh, sorry about my friend here, hehe. If you couldn't tell, he's a little shy." Remarked Gohan, bringing the girls attention unto him now and saving Kiyoshi from further grief.
Gohan found himself getting a little confused when they looked at him though, as their cheeks turned a rosy hue upon turning to him.
The girls all of a sudden went from awkward to shy as their gazes roamed over Gohan, their eyes taking particular notice of his impressive muscles showing even from within his uniform.
Before they could respond to him though, another girl with near shoulder-length magenta hair came out of nowhere and stood in between the four of them, facing the two girls, quickly asking them if they had a minute before leading them away from Gohan and Kiyoshi.
What the heck? Talk about rude. She didn't even give them a chance to say anything back to me… Just what in the world was that all about? Thought Gohan in annoyance as he watched them walk off, the other two girls following her rather reluctantly, he noticed, as they stole a few glances back at him.
Gohan returned to the table after making another attempt, getting a similar reaction from the girls he tried to speak with, before they abruptly walked away without a word. Like the other two though, they were reluctant in doing so.
Kiyoshi joined him back at the table shortly after, having had similar luck to him, with the exclusion of blushing and roaming gazes that Gohan had gotten for some reason he couldn't discern. A defeated look plastered on his face as he placed his head on the table in shame for his failure.
Gohan simply tuned out what the others were saying, knowing that Gakuto more than likely was giving him his own rendition of 'I told you so' as he sat back in his seat.
His mind and thoughts right now, were more focused on the odd behaviour the girls were exhibiting…
Meanwhile… outside in the courtyard…
"So, what did you want?" Asked the girl with a ponytail as they finally stopped. Her tone being a tad annoyed from being interrupted when she was about to speak with, what was in both hers and her friend's opinion, a very handsome, muscular young man, after the other guy with him had weirded them out. "Because I don't know if you noticed, but that spiky-haired guy just now who was trying to talk with us was pretty cute, so whatever it was you had us follow you here for, it better be important."
Her friend nodded at this, fully sharing her annoyed sentiment at being led away from the attractive, muscular teen. "Yeah, it better. Did you see the muscles that guy had, even with that uniform on? I can only imagine what he must look like without it on."
The magenta-haired girl simply turned to them with a questioning gaze and a frown. "Forget about him, for a moment. Did you two see the notice that was being passed around yesterday?"
The girl with short hair blinked. "You mean the one about the Underground Student Council? I thought that was a joke." She replied, sounding confused.
The magenta-haired girl simply gave them a solemn gaze, her tone sounding ominous with a tinge of fear. "If only it were…" Her head turned as she looked upwards, noting how some crows had perched themselves on the railing of the roof tops whilst a few others flew around in circles close to them. All of them carrying a sense of foreboding as their beady eyes stared down at her with an uncanny interest.
"At the very least, don't talk to any of the boys, including the one with muscles, in a place where there are crows around. Not if you want to survive at this school."
Later that day… in class…
If there was one thing Gohan could say about these classes so far, now that he was in one, it was that he honestly wasn't shocked by how easy he found the work he was given.
In fact, given the question sheets he was handed, he could already tell his mom had overdone it on his home-schooling.
What they were supposed to do was use the other sheets they had been given along with the question sheets to figure out the answers to the history and maths questions present.
He hadn't even so much as looked at those sheets, and had practically breezed through the questions in less than ten minutes, leaving him an awful lot of time remaining in class to think to himself about what had happened in the cafeteria.
No matter what way he looked at it, the reactions from most of the girls had made literally no sense. At first, their faces went red when they looked him up and down, and it looked like they would be happy to talk to him.
But then, as if an epiphany had struck them, they decided against it and did their level best to avoid him.
While it sounded harsh, it made sense why they avoided Kiyoshi, considering how every girl he went up to he ended up turning into a bumbling, stuttering mess with his mouth hung open.
Him though? He'd like to think he had been perfectly normal, and had acted no different around them then he did with anyone else back home, or in here.
So, what was the problem then? Why did they get so anxious all of a sudden and leave him high and dry?
Once again, he recalled how they had seemed like they wanted to speak with him. They really had. However, something had stopped them from doing so. Something he couldn't see, and wasn't aware of.
One thing was for sure. Whatever it was that had them acting that way, he needed to find out about soon.
Call him crazy, but he was starting to get a sinister vibe from whatever was keeping them at bay. It certainly couldn't have been anything good, given how they acted…
Gohan was brought out of his thoughts awhile later as the bell rang, signalling the end of class.
As he got up from his seat to leave, his papers having been collected by the teacher, alongside everyone else's just before the bell had rung, he noticed Kiyoshi hadn't made a move for the door. Instead, he was actually chatting it up with a girl from their class, with shoulder length brown hair, eyes the same colour and a cute, heart-shaped face like every other girl in Hachimitsu.
"Heh, guess I'll see you later Kiyoshi!" Said Gohan with a raised voice, catching the two's attention as he waved goodbye while walking out the door.
"O-Oh! See ya man!" Was all Gohan heard from Kiyoshi as he got out of the classroom.
Gohan smiled to himself as he heard the excited tone Kiyoshi had. It looked like he'd been able to find some confidence, and was now quite thrilled to finally be talking with a girl.
Whatever her name was, she had undoubtedly just made Kiyoshi's day.
Heh, looks like things were beginning to look up! Now, they just had to stay that way…
Later… in the boys' dorm room…
"You guys can't be serious…" Said Gohan in disbelief at what he had been told the guys were about to try.
"Oh no Gohan-dono, we are very serious! Not long from now, we shall be peeping into the girls' bathhouse!" Remarked Gakuto seriously, his face set into a tooth baring grin.
It was time to see some real action!
