A/N This chapter introduces Videl and her friends. I took some liberties with their personalities to fit the vibe of a University AU. I read from the DBZ wiki that Videl's mother Miguel was a singer or liked to sing, so to add to the religious element, Videl's mother was once a church choir singer. It's also relatable to myself as well, since I grew up in church singing myself, and singing all throughout middle and high school. I even took a semester of choir in college haha. But enough about me, pls enjoy the chapter. Happy reading :)

Gohan had been surprised at how many students joined the martial arts club. He didn't think it would be a very popular club, but the amount of people proved him wrong. Luckily, the number of people didn't scare him. He had been looking forward to the first meeting all week, and the Friday finally came. Hopefully they'd do some sparring today, or at least some training.

Gohan looked around the room. For the most part, it seemed like only boys joined the club, but he thought he could spot someone with long hair from afar that could have possibly been a girl. He didn't know a lot of boys that wore ponytails and spandex shorts, so it had to be a girl. He continued to watch her from afar, watching as she bent down to grab something from her bag, and watching her spandex shorts ride up her thighs.

"It's a lot more people here than I thought."

Gohan pulled himself away from the distraction and focused on his roommate's voice. "You said it's a lot of people? I was thinking that too."

Sahir glanced back at his roommate. "You were? You seemed more distracted by that girl's butt rather than being lost in thought."

"I-I was just making sure it was a girl." Gohan stammered, as a light pink blush spread across his face.

"Right, because most boys wear spandex and ponytails."

Gohan felt his face heat up more. "I was just surprised to find a girl in the martial arts club. From the looks of it, she's the only girl here." It was surprising to say the least. Being someone that came from a family with both parents as martial artists, he would have expected more than one girl. Perhaps martial arts simply wasn't that popular among women. Perhaps his father just got lucky marrying a girl trained in martial arts. Gohan sat down on the mat and started stretching. "Do you think she's any good?"

Sahir sat down across from him, and began stretching as well. "She has to be. This club isn't for beginners, and I'm sure she knows that. Besides, being the only girl here she has a lot to prove."

"What do you mean?" Gohan asked, stretching his arms.

Sahir stretched to grab the tips of his toes. "Well I'd think it would put a lot of pressure on her to show that she's good, being in a martial arts club full of boys. I've already heard some boys saying some rather harsh things about her."

Gohan switched his arms. "What else have you heard?"

Sahir pushed up his glasses. "I heard some students mention her father, I think he fights as well. He must be a famous fighter if people know of him. Perhaps that's where her interest in martial arts came from."

Gohan looked over at her again, catching her side profile. "Well, she looks pretty cute."

"What?"

"I-I mean tough." Gohan corrected quickly. "She looks pretty tough, I'm sure she can handle herself."

Gohan's roommate shook his head. "You're in over your head my friend, but I'll be supporting you regardless."

Gohan sighed. "Sahir—"

Sahir held his hands up. "I know you're just going to say you don't like her, but you cannot convince me that you don't. My apologies."

Gohan continued his stretching exercise. "You don't have to apologize. She's a girl. Boys are supposed to think girls are cute, right?"

Sahir shrugged. "I suppose, but that's not always the case. She's the first girl you seem interested in since we've been on campus, so I wasn't sure at first. The only person you talk about is—"

Sahir's words were cut off by the sound of a gong ringing out across the room. Students cleared the mat, filling in the outskirts as the martial arts teacher made his way to the center of the floor.

"Welcome students to the Martial Arts Club! I'm Yamcha, I'll be your martial arts master. You don't have to call me 'Master' if you don't want to, 'Yamcha' is fine with me. Today, we're gonna start small, to see where everyone is. I was thinking of a battle royale to make things more interesting. We'll start with two people. Whoever is knocked out loses, and the winner will take on the next opponent. Would anyone like to volunteer to go first?"

"I'll go."

The only girl in the room stood from her spot on the floor, and walked into the center of the ring. "Ladies should go first anyways, right?" She asked.

Yamcha shrugged. "I guess so. Can you tell us a little about yourself?"

"I'm Videl, I'm a first year. I'm studying Criminal Justice." She looked over at Yamcha. "Anything else?"

Yamcha shook his head. "No, that's perfect. Nice to meet you, Videl. We're excited to see your skills. Would anyone like to volunteer to fight Miss Videl?"

No one seemed interested in being a volunteer.

Videl smirked. "There's nothing to be scared of guys. I'm just a girl."

One student stood from his spot and walked to meet Videl in the center of the mat. "I'll fight her. She can't be as strong as her daddy, I'll send her home crying." He spoke confidently, earning a few laughs from other students.

Videl frowned, looking up at the boy that towered over her. "We'll see who's crying at the end of this."

Yamcha stood between the two students. "We will be following official world tournament rules. If you are knocked out and can't recover after the ten count, you lose. Ring-outs count as a knockout, so if you fall out outside the white lines on the mat, you lose. No weapons or protective body gear unless they're natural. No poking in the eyes, or hitting the groin. And I hope this goes without saying, but killing is forbidden. Failure to obey the rules will result in disqualification. Are you ready fighters?"

Videl slid into her fighting stance in response, and the male student did the same.

Yamcha backed away from the students, standing on the outskirts with the fellow onlookers. He lifted his hand. "Begin!" He spoke and brought his hand down quickly to signify the start of the match.

The male student charged forward towards Videl. Before he could attack, Videl jumped over him, clearing the one foot difference between them. She attacked from behind with a hard kick. The male student went flying outside of the mat, and over unsuspecting student's heads.

Videl pulled herself out of her stance, straightening up in a triumphant manner.

The room was quiet enough to hear a small whimper come from the male student who was now on the other side of the room. He pulled himself up from the floor, his eyes brimming with tears. With a quiet sniffle he dismissed himself from the room.

"I didn't think he'd actually leave crying." Videl muttered before looking back at Yamcha, who was still as stunned as everyone else in the room. "I win by ringout, right?"

Yamcha shook himself out of his stunned state before nodding quickly. "Uh, y-yeah! Videl wins by ringout! Good job." He said before giving her a round of applause, other students joining in on the applause.

"So, who would like to go next?"

Every student in the room raised their hand.

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Videl remained undefeated during the battle royale. Most of her wins came by ring-outs, though some of them were by knockouts as well. Only two students were left in the room, Gohan and his roommate Sahir.

"We're down to our last two contestants! Videl has truly proven herself this battle royale, but will she be defeated by either of our last two fighters, or will she prevail as the winner of our first battle royale?" Yamcha announced with a fake microphone in his hand. He stood over Gohan and Sahir, who were the only two left on the edge of the mat. "So which one of you boys are up against Videl next?"

"He can go, I'll go last."

Gohan and Sahir turned to each other after speaking simultaneously.

"I appreciate your politeness Gohan, but I'd rather go last." Sahir spoke.

"I'm still watching her fight, you can go." Gohan said next.

"She just fought over thirty people and you're still watching her? What will my fight with her matter to you?"

Gohan leaned close to his roommate, speaking in a quieted tone so other students wouldn't hear him. "You grew up fighting just like me. If anyone has a chance at beating Videl it's either you or me. If I watch the fight between you and her, I'll have a better chance of knowing how to beat her."

Sahir scoffed at his words and crossed his arms. "I'm not being your guinea pig, I'm going last."

Gohan pouted. "Why are you being so mean?"

Sahir looked back at his roommate and sighed. "If you want to go last so badly, then I'll play you in rock, paper, scissors for it."

Gohan grinned. "Okay."

Sahir and Gohan turned to each other ready to play their game.

"One, two, three, shoot!"

Sahir pulled rock, and Gohan pulled paper.

Gohan smirked. "Guess I'm going last."

"Best two out of three?"

"Sahir—"

"Fine." Sahir stood up from his spot on the mat and went to the center to meet Videl.

"After a fascinating game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, we finally have our next opponent. Please tell us a little about yourself." Yamcha announced.

"My name is Sahir, I am a first year. I'm studying international relations."

Videl stretched her arms slightly. "Nice to meet you Sahir. I'm gonna kick your butt." She slid into her stance.

Sahir inwardly winced. He hoped she didn't mean that literally. Sahir took his own stance. He didn't like fighting women, but he couldn't go easy on her. She definitely wouldn't go easy on him, but he also didn't want to hurt her. Perhaps he could win on a ring out?

"Ready? Begin!"

Videl rushed her opponent, locking them in close combat. She sent a series of punches towards him, which Sahir blocked with ease. She continued to send punches his way, trying to find an opening for a new attack. Before she could change her mode of attack, Sahir caught both of her hands, and head butted her; stunning her and breaking their close combat lock.

Videl stumbled back as she held her head, trying to brush off the swimming feeling. Sahir took the time to charge forward while she was still stunned, ready to attack head on. Videl prepared to defend herself.

Gohan watched the fight attentively. Sahir had been the first to actually counter, and have her on the defense. It was impressive to say the least. In her previous battles he's seen, Videl attacked more with her legs, and from behind. Sahir seemed to have picked up on her fighting style as well. He kept her from countering with her legs, and made sure she stayed in front of him. Gohan winced as he watched her counter his attack with a swift elbow to his face, right in between his glasses.

Sahir groaned at the hard metal smashing into his face, holding his aching nose. Surprisingly they weren't broken. If he didn't turn into an invalid without them, he wouldn't be wearing them at all. Sahir didn't notice Videl taking the time to rush him from behind while he recovered, and landed a spinning kick specifically to his backside, which sent him sprawling to the ground.

Videl pressed her boot in the small of his back and crossed her arms. "You give up?" She asked, looking down at him.

Sahir squirmed under her heel. He was sure his nasal bone was pushed up to his brain, and his butt was aching. He definitely underestimated how much strength he should use when fighting her. Videl was strong, and could take a hit better than any other girl he's seen. Giving up seemed better than risking his glasses being broken by a girl. His father would never let him hear the end of it. Maybe his roommate could avenge him in his awful defeat.

"I give up."

"Videl wins by forfeit! Great job Videl!" Yamcha announced.

Sahir rolled over and sat up with a sigh. What an embarrassing loss, and no different from any other student here either.

"I told you I'd kick your butt."

Sahir looked up, finding Videl extending her hand. Strange, she hadn't helped anyone else she defeated. Perhaps she respected him for some unknown reason. Nevertheless, Sahir took her hand and pulled himself up. "You're a very worthy opponent." He complimented shaking her hand.

Videl shook his hand back. "You too. We'll rematch soon." Sahir was strong; that headbutt gave her a headache. But, the boy sitting next to him; she was almost excited to fight him. And from the way he couldn't take his eyes off of her, he seemed excited too.

Sahir crouched down to his roommate to speak privately with him. "If you can't tell, she has quite a way with embarrassing men. I would almost call it her signature."

Gohan thought for a moment. "I could see why you'd say that, but it still seems a bit exaggerated."

Sahir narrowed his eyes. "Fine, don't heed my warning, but at least understand this: don't underestimate her. Everyone has been holding back, and she's not. Take her seriously, and don't pull your punches."

"But—"

"She can take a hit. Trust me."

"That just leaves one last opponent! Will you please step into the ring?"

"I know you've got it, just win for my sake please." With a supportive hand on his shoulder, Sahir dismissed himself from the mat to sit with the other disqualified students.

Gohan stood from his spot on the mat and stepped to the center of the ring.

"Will you please tell us a little about yourself?"

"My name is Son Gohan, and I'm a first year student. I'm studying biology."

"Nice to meet you Son Gohan. You're the last opponent to go against the undefeated Videl, so we're all excited for the outcome." Yamcha spoke.

Videl slid in her stance. "You know 'undefeated' sounds good next to my name. I hope you know I won't be giving up that title very easily."

Gohan smiled as he slid into his stance as well. "I was hoping you wouldn't."

Sensing the two fighters were ready, Yamcha counted off. "Ready? Begin!"

Gohan and Videl faced off in a flurry of rapid movements, their bodies flowing with practiced precision. Gohan launched a series of lightning-fast punches and kicks, each one aimed with pinpoint accuracy. Videl countered with agile dodges and well-timed strikes, matching Gohan's speed with her own.

As the battle intensified, Gohan attempted to grab Videl's wrist, but she expertly twisted away, delivering a swift elbow strike to his ribs. Gohan winced but quickly regained his composure, retaliating with a spinning kick aimed at Videl's midsection.

Videl narrowly avoided the kick, ducking under Gohan's leg and sweeping his feet out from under him. Gohan somersaulted backward, landing gracefully on his feet. With a determined expression, he charged forward once again, determined to gain the upper hand.

In a sudden move, Gohan reached out and grabbed Videl's ponytail, yanking it backward with surprising force.

"Ow!" Videl shrieked, instinctively reaching back to grab Gohan's arm.

Gohan instantly released the grip on her ponytail hearing her cry out. "Oh I—"

With a swift motion, she delivered a powerful kick to Gohan's groin, causing him to double over in agony onto the floor.

With that, Videl left the mat and went to collect her things, muttering curses under her breath as she made her quick exit.

After a moment of silence, and disbelief, Yamcha spoke. "Ah, after breaking a tournament rule, Videl is disqualified, leaving Gohan the victor." He announced, though no one cheered or congratulated; simply gossiped amongst each other. "I'm gonna go get some ice for our winner, we'll meet again on Tuesday for training. Everyone is dismissed."

Sahir went over to help his roommate off the ground once they were dismissed. "Are you okay?"

Gohan stood with the help of his roommate. "I'll be fine."

Sahir pushed his glasses up, still feeling the pain at the bridge of his nose. "I told you she had a way with embarrassing men."

"To be fair, I did pull her hair first." Gohan sighed as he walked around slightly. "I should catch up with her before she gets too far. To apologize."

Sahir looked at Gohan with both confusion and astonishment. "Apologize? You are truly a saint, Son Gohan."

Gohan shrugged. "I don't see a point in holding a grudge. Besides, I want us to be on good terms the next time we fight. I don't want her holding a grudge either."

"Well you should go. I'll see you later."

With a nod Gohan collected his things and headed out of the room.

…

Videl kept her head down as she walked swiftly across campus. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that maybe she should have stuck around to apologize. Kicking someone in the groin for hair pulling left her feeling bad, but going back would just embarrass her; and chip away at her pride even more.

She didn't know how to feel about today. Videl loved being able to beat everyone in the room, but she hated knowing they were all holding back. She was proud to be the only girl there, but hated being the only girl there. She was glad the cute boy's friend gave up so she could finally fight him, but hated her reaction when he pulled her hair.

Videl gripped the straps of her backpack tightly. For Son Gohan to be so cute he was really...weird. He stared at her the entire time. Granted, she had a full audience staring at her, but he looked at her like he knew her or something. She's never seen him before in her life, but maybe they had a class she didn't know he was in? Maybe he lived in the same dorm as her? …Maybe he was checking her out?

"Hey Videl!"

Videl looked back and saw Gohan running to catch up with her. She was hoping she wouldn't run into him so soon, but he was surprisingly persistent.

"Boy do you walk fast, I didn't think I'd catch up with you." Gohan said, walking beside her.

Videl glanced at him. For him to complain about how fast she walked he certainly had no problems keeping up with her stride. "You're supposed to walk with a purpose. Besides, I'm a girl. Don't you know that—?" She stopped herself before she could even start ranting about college statistics. "Nevermind, what do you want?"

Gohan just shrugged in response. "I wanted to apologize to you."

Videl looked over at him again, now with confusion. "For pulling my hair?"

"It wasn't a very fair thing to do in a fight, I'm sorry."

Videl was still in disbelief. "You're the one that got kicked in the groin and you're apologizing to me?" She asked before shaking her head. "I should be the one apologizing. Kicking you was a bit of an overreaction. I'm sorry too." She admitted, looking away in embarrassment.

Gohan smiled at her. "I forgive you. May our next fight be fair and even."

Videl held back her smile. Son Gohan seemed different. Weird, but different. She wasn't sure if she liked 'weird,' but she definitely liked 'different.' Maybe they could be friends. "I'll be looking forward to it." She replied before looking back over at him again.

Gohan looked over at her as well, smiling at her reply. "Me too. You're really strong."

Videl scoffed. "Right, I'm strong for a girl, huh?"

"Strong for a girl?" Gohan repeated before shaking his head. "No, you're strong because you have skill and experience. I can tell by the way you fight you take your training seriously. You're a good fighter Videl, you're not just good for a girl."

No one seemed to ever notice the hard work she did to achieve her goals, not even her father. She was even used to compliments being backhanded most times. Being constantly complimented on her strength 'for a girl' was tiring and annoying. It was nice to be complimented as a fighter, not as a girl. "Thanks. You've got a lot to prove when you're the daughter of a world champion."

Gohan glanced at her. "You're the daughter of a World Martial Arts Champion?"

"Yeah? Hurcule Satan? The current world martial arts champion? You've never heard of him?" It was a surprise to find someone that's never heard of her father. So far everyone she's met has heard of him. Though, at the same time, it was refreshing.

Gohan tapped his chin in thought. That explained her apparently popular father. "The name sounds familiar, but I don't think I heard it as much where I'm from. He's more popular in the city I think."

"Where are you from?"

"The south east district. I live in Mount Paozu."

"No wonder you haven't heard of him, you live in the sticks." Videl teased with a small laugh.

Gohan smiled slightly at her teasing. "So, Videl Satan? That's your full name? I'm sorry your name is so misfortunate."

Videl raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? What do you mean my name is misfortunate?" Videl asked defensively.

"I-I mean like, your last name being Satan. I would think you'd get teased about it all the time." He stammered.

Videl shrugged. "Kids called me 'Devil Girl' growing up. People thought I worshiped the Devil. People thought my dad ran a cult. We were judged constantly, by complete strangers, for our family name." She shook away the thoughts. "But I've grown out of letting any of that affect me. People will believe what they want, why should I stop them?"

"Well, what do you believe in?"

Videl looked over at Gohan. "I don't believe in anything. Heaven, Hell, Angels, the Devil. I don't believe in any of it anymore." Religion wasn't her favorite topic to discuss. Every time she told someone she didn't believe in religion, it was met with an unwarranted spill of the gospel. People looked at her with judgment and disgust, and often forced invitations to Sunday services on her. It made her feel like her free choice in her beliefs were wrong. She encountered a religious freak on campus already, surely Gohan couldn't be the same, could he? "Do you believe in anything?"

Gohan was not one to push religion on anyone, but since meeting Dende, and learning about Dragon's Temple, he had been curious about religious backgrounds. As a child, it was either meeting people that attended King's Castle for Sunday services, or they did not attend Sunday services at all. "I grew up going to King's Castle in East City. Religion is pretty big in my family. Even now in University, I still give prayers and offerings on Sunday." He said before looking over at her with a small smile. "I'm happy to hear you've grown beyond the negativity and teasing of others. Everyone's religious journey is different, we should respect the path that everyone chooses to take."

Gohan wasn't taken aback by her beliefs. He didn't forcefully offer to take her to Sunday services. He didn't even look at her with disgust and judgment like so many others did. For the first time, she felt comfortable talking about the subject. "I'm glad religion is a family value to you. It seems to keep you structured."

She remembered that structure. Being humble, and at peace. Gohan carried it well, he seemed more graceful than most boys she's seen these days. Videl often wondered what having that structure would be like again at her age. To be humbled by a higher power, to be at peace with her spirit again. She almost missed the feeling.

"So, what happened?"

"Huh?

"Well, you said you don't believe in anything anymore. Did someone or something make you stop believing?"

Videl went quiet.

Gohan's eyes widened. "Oh, was that too personal of a question? I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry—"

"You were just curious, I know." She replied. Usually people didn't ask what happened, just shamed her for turning her back on it. "I used to go to King's Castle when I was little, in West City…My mom was in the choir. I went to services with her every Sunday until she passed. My dad offered to go with me, but I just couldn't bring myself to go anymore; so I haven't been back since."

Gohan listened intently to her story. He couldn't imagine the chaos in her teasing, but he could imagine the peace from attending Sunday services. As a child, he understood attending King's Castle as a weekly activity. Like studying or training being a daily occurrence, Sunday services were a weekly occurrence.

But at his current age, where attending Sunday services has helped him gain a rather close friend, he could now appreciate the importance of its structure. He understood the religious teachings, and could apply them to his everyday life.

How tragic to hear that same peace ripped away from Videl, he could almost see how it's troubled her over the years. He was always at peace knowing his ancestors were watching over his family. He couldn't imagine his life without it. Gohan quietly replied, "I'm sorry for your loss, but I get where you're coming from. Sounds like going to services with your mom was special to the both of you, and it wouldn't be the same without her."

Even if she was comfortable talking about religion with Gohan, she still felt weird; moreso emotional than anything else. She didn't know this boy from Adam, yet she was sharing things she wouldn't share with her own friends; let alone a boy she liked. Gohan kept getting weirder, but Videl was still intrigued. "Thanks for understanding, sometimes it feels like no one does."

Gohan smiled at her. Videl seemed nice outside of martial arts, and he liked the conversation they were having. He was happy to be the one to listen to her vent about her experience with religion. It was more interesting than he thought, but he didn't want to overwhelm her on a topic she no longer believed in. Then again, one more question couldn't hurt. "So did you ever go out to eat after services? I know that's my favorite part about Sunday."

Videl was so relieved that Gohan kept the conversation light, that her sigh of relief came out as a small laugh, not even expecting the question he asked. Gohan didn't press the issue of returning to religion, but questioned her more fond memories of it. She liked that. "Ah, no actually. I'd go to the grocery store with my mom and she'd make dinner at home."

Gohan's eyes widened at her words. "What? Your mom made dinner on Sundays?"

Videl laughed more at his reaction. "Yeah. I thought everyone had Sunday dinner at home."

Gohan shook his head. "No way. My mom never cooks on Sunday, unless it's a special occasion. We always go out to eat after services." It was the most rewarding thing to receive after sitting through hours of service. Although his mother cooked everyday, he'd be willing to skip one dinner in the week for dinner on Sunday.

Videl thought for a moment. "Moms always cook when their kids visit home from University. Maybe visit on a Sunday?" She offered.

"That's not a bad idea." He could call that morning to let her know he was visiting, travel home, and make it right around the time service ends. He'd miss service, and get home cooked meal, it was a brilliant plan. "Then again, the buffet we go to is pretty good too. We always take home food for later." Gohan thought aloud.

"You sound hungry."

"How'd you know?"

Videl rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. "Just a guess. I'm meeting my friends at the dining hall. You wanna come?"

Gohan smiled, feeling as though he just made a new friend. "I'd love to."

…

Gohan followed the girl through the dining hall, stopping at the table with two waving friends. Two blonde haired students, Gohan briefly wondered if they were related.

"Videl! What took you so long? We've been waiting forever!" The blonde girl spoke first.

Videl rolled her eyes as she put her backpack down. "Ten minutes isn't long, Erasa. Besides, I was making a friend." She said before pointing to Gohan. "This is Gohan, he's in the Martial Arts Club. Gohan, this Erasa and Sharpner."

Gohan bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you both."

Erasa smiled. "Wow, you're so traditional. I can't remember the last person that bowed during an introduction." Erasa spoke before she looked over Gohan slowly, observing his physique and composure for a moment. She hummed slightly before looking back up at Gohan. "Can I see your palm?"

Gohan curiously held out his hand. "Like, for a hand shake?" He asked.

Erasa took his hand gently. "No, like, for a palm reading."

Gohan seemed even more confused. "Palm reading?"

"I wanna get something to eat before you start reading palms." The other blonde student, Sharpner, spoke next. "I'm starving, I haven't eaten all day." Gohan thought Sharpener was tired, his eyes were low, red, and glossy.

Erasa turned back to Sharpener with a frown. "You were just eating snacks before you came. Did you forget?"

Sharpener thought for a moment before laughing slightly. "Oh yeah, that's right. I did forget, my bad." He stood up from the table and stretched slightly. "Either way I'm still starving, the munchies kicked in forever ago."

Gohan hung his backpack off one of the chairs at the table. "I don't mind you looking at my palm, but maybe we should get something to eat first?"

Erasa huffed. "Fine, I guess we waited long enough."

...

Erasa and Sharpener were very friendly, and easy to talk to. He enjoyed the conversation with them when he wasn't stuffing his face with plates and plates of food. The dining hall was the only place on campus that Gohan could go to and eat without a limit. It was either that, or spending all of his money on the fast food options in the Student Center, and he didn't have enough money for that.

"Looks like you've met your match on plate stacking, Sharpener." Videl commented as she observed the short stack of dirty plates next to Sharpener and then the taller stack of plates next to Gohan.

"Yeah, you must have the munchies too, Gohan." Erasa commented with a laugh.

Gohan looked up from the current plate he was working on. "I don't think I do. I always eat like this."

"Boys and their stomachs. I'll never understand." Erasa said, shaking her head. "So you live on campus, Gohan? I'm sure you do, all freshmen live on campus."

Gohan nodded. "I stay in the all boys dorm."

"Oh okay. We stay in the mixed dorm. Videl and I are roommates, and Sharpener stays on the same hall as us."

"Do you guys hang out all the time?"

Erasa grinned. "Pretty much. We all met on moving day and have been inseparable ever since."

Gohan looked over at Videl. "I'm surprised you don't have more friends, Videl. I know you said your dad was famous, I thought more people would know you."

"A lot of people know me, but they aren't my friends." Videl explained. "When school first started people tried being my friend all the time, but they were only interested in me because they thought I could offer them something. The more time I spent with Erasa and Sharpener, the less people tried being my friend."

"Really? Why is that?"

Videl shrugged. "I guess people didn't expect me to spend all my time with a fortune teller and a stoner."

"A fortune teller and a stoner? That's all you think of us? We're people with feelings Videl." Sharpener commented.

"Exactly. Out of all the things you could have said, you chose to be offensive in this day and age? How lame." Erasa spoke, folding her arms.

Videl rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, and what do you think would have made me more 'politically correct?'"

"I think 'outcast' is more politically correct. That, or maybe 'misfits?'" Gohan offered.

"Ooh, I like misfits. See? Gohan gets it Videl." Erasa said and turned to Gohan. "Speaking of which, can I read your palm now? You've eaten like twenty plates, surely you're done by now, right?"

Gohan shrugged. "Well I could have eaten a few more things, but since you waited." He offered her his palm.

Erasa squealed as she took his hand. "It won't take long at all, promise." She spoke as her fingers delicately followed the lines in the palm of his hands.

Gohan glanced over to Videl. "So what exactly is 'palm reading?'"

Videl shrugged as she watched Erasa study Gohan's palm, secretly curious of the results. "I don't really know, it's mostly Erasa's thing—"

"It's an ancient practice that involves interpreting a person's hand, specifically the palms, to gain insights on their personalities, character traits, and life events." Sharpener explained.

"Hmm, interesting."

"What?" Gohan and Videl asked simultaneously.

Erasa looked up at the two of them, a slightly startled look on her face. "I-I, ah, nothing, I just…Gohan's hands are pretty interesting is all." She looked down at Gohan's hand again before gasping. "Hey! You have the same line as us!" She exclaimed.

Gohan seemed bewildered at her sudden excitement. "Is that a good thing?"

"Erasa thinks because we all have the same small, little line in our hands means we've met in a 'past life' before." Videl explained.

"The same small little line that's the same shape, in the same place, on the same palm line. That's not a coincidence."

"I could believe it. We're all in the same biology class, and we didn't even know each other when we made our schedules." Sharpener commented.

"That's true. Gohan, you wouldn't happen to be in a 1:15 to 2:30 biology class on Monday and Wednesdays, would you?"

Gohan blinked. He was surprised she knew that. "Well um, yeah I do. It's with Professor—"

"Professor Thompson? We have the same class. Where do you sit?"

"Probably down in the front where he blends in with everyone else." Videl guessed.

"We like to sit close to the top, you should come sit with us in class, we'll save you a seat." Sharpener spoke next.

Gohan still couldn't quite believe these three students that he only met today just happened to have the same biology class as him. Only one way to see if it was true. "Well I guess I'll see you guys in class on Monday."