Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Where Angels Fear to Tread ❯ The (Almost) Perfect Dinner ( Chapter 5 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lady Foeseeker 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.11.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 411 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.11.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 411 | Status: Work In Progress
Where Angels Fear to Tread
Part 5
The (Almost) Perfect Dinner
Disclaimer: Right, I own it all...in my dreams, where I am also the supreme ruler of the universe and pigs fly.
Chibi Beji: No, it's German, trust me. That's why he says stuff like wunderbar and his last name is pronounced vaugner.
This is dedicated to all my wonderful reviewers out there! ^_^ I love getting all sappy!
Anyways, ENJOY!!!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was heading into the first week that grades would be given and the teacher and her helpers would be stopping by for a meal one day a week. Gohan had explained the finer points of the dinner to Kurt, which would be happening Tuesday of every week until the project ended and stressed best behavior (something neither Gohan nor Videl regarded highly most of the time since kids will be kids) and began to get everything ready for their special guest.
Kurt was the most nervous, what if he messed up? His foster parents weren't inclined to hit him and he didn't want to start over a dinner. In fact, now that he spent a bit more time thinking about it, they hadn't raised a hand to him while he was here in anything but a sparing session. This was greatly comforting, but it also confused him. Kurt was beginning to think that they might be different than everyone else he'd known in his short life. Well, no matter right now. He really had to get to school before he was late.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Kurt! Over here! Kurt!" Goten shouted from the school's front steps, jumping up and down in joy. Trunks was next to him, twirling a finger around his temple to indicate that Goten was crazy. Kurt nodded in agreement and joined the duo on the stairs to the school.
"Have a good weekend?" Kurt grinned, knowing what the answer would be from both of them.
"Yeah! Me and tousan went fishing and then we trained and then we went fishing again cuz kassan didn't was us around the kitchen..." Goten rattled on and on and on.
"No. After our get together, that was the fun part, Otousan drug me into the GR to train. I was stuck in there for EVER!" Trunks made a face. "I'm still sore!"
"He's always like this on Mondays, but he likes spending time with his Tousan. You can tell." Goten whispered loud enough for both boys to hear. Trunks made another face and slowly got to his feet.
"Whatever, Goten." He rolled his eyes. The school bell rang.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
School passed by both Monday and Tuesday without any problems partly because Kurt stuck close to Trunks and Goten so the bullies had no chance to pick on him. The two demi Siaya-Jins were careful to watch out for him, the evidence of the last two beatings still pretty obvious to their trained eyes.
Tuesday he went straight home rather than going to Bulma's so he could help Gohan cook the dinner. Videl wouldn't get home till nearly time to eat and have barely enough time to get ready, so Gohan did the cooking that night. He wasn't a bad cook, but he wasn't as good as his mother or Videl either. So, the food would be pretty simple.
They had turned some music on while they got dinner ready and Kurt was happily dancing around the table to set it. He was careful not to drop anything and succeeded with full success. Gohan clapped and whistled when Kurt ended his dance with low bow, and the two laughed as they got the food ready.
When Videl walked in, they were ready to eat and waiting only for their guest to arrive. The woman got a quick shower, dressed and then shooed the two from the kitchen to change. It was a casual dinner that night instead of the normal, wear your gi to dinner so it doesn't take so long to get outside and fight, and so Gohan and Kurt were both dressed in similar button down shirts, both blood red, and khaki pants. Videl, flatly refusing to wear a skirt, was in black pants and a sky blue shirt.
The door bell rang.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Gohan, get that for me, please? I have to get the food on the table!" Videl called over her should as she hurried to the kitchen.
"No problem!" Gohan walked calmly to the door, smoothed down his shirt and opened it. A small woman with mousy brown hair stood in the door way.
"Is this the Son residence?" She asked. Her voice was slightly nasal in pitch and it was only strict discipline that kept Gohan from covering his ears.
"Hai, come on in, madam." He bowed, stepping away from the door, and allowing the woman to enter.
"You may call me Hokiko-san." The woman told him haughtily. "If you address me any other way, I'll lower your grade five percent."
"Hai, of course, my wife has the food on the table, Hokiko-san, if you would follow me, please." Gohan said stiffly. Kurt, catching Gohan's not-so-great mood, scurried to the table.
"Otousan?" Kurt tugged his sleeve.
"What?" Gohan glanced down and smiled.
"I don't like her, Otousan." He whispered to his father, face taking on a fearful expression.
"She won't hurt you, Kurt. Don't worry, okay?"
"If you promise she won't."
"Promise."
"I won't worry."
"That's my boy."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Dinner would have been a calm sober affair with the way Hokiko-san acted towards the group, as though she were better then they, and it pleased none of them. But it was no somber affair, like both Kurt and Gohan would have liked when Hokiko-san asked Gohan one tiny question. "Why did you call that girl your wife?"
"We've been married for six months." Gohan shrugged, eating his food at a normal, albeit quick, human pace.
"You're too young to be married." She snapped. Gohan's face darkened and it was only Videl sending calming thoughts through their bond that prevented her demise.
"We love each other and so we got married." Videl said stiffly.
"What do you know about love?" The woman sneered.
"Enough." Gohan half-barked, to Videl's dismay. He was getting angry.
"Where do you work?" Hokiko-san ordered.
"Capsule Corporation. I help invent things and get the test models out." Gohan replied evenly, trying to reign in his temper.
"And I work at my father's gym, teaching classes." Videl grit her teeth.
"Who's your father?"
"Hurcule Satan." Videl snapped.
"Really? Is he aware of what an insubordinate daughter he has?"
Gohan growled. "Don't talk of her in a disrespectful manner, Hokiko-san."
"Yeah, you big meanie!" Kurt stuck his tongue out. Gohan glanced at him, and mouthed, that Kurt should say her name. "Hokiko-san."
"Why you demon child!" She yelled, rising in her seat.
Kurt gave a small whimper and backed away from the table, eyes filling with tears. He bumped the table hard enough to tip his glass over. His drink landed in her lap. Hokiko-san gave an angry shout and sprang for him, hand raised.
Kurt squeaked and backed up. She lunged and Kurt tensed, waiting for a blow that never came. Gohan had grabbed the woman by the back of her blouse. "You will not hit my son." He ordered softly, setting her down. "I will tolerate you in my house, I will answer your questions, but I will not tolerate you being disrespectful to my family nor using physical violence towards them. Get out of my house."
"You can't order me any where-!" She began.
"Let me rephrase that then. You will leave on your own accord or I will throw you out. And if I am throwing you out, it will not be through the door." Power seemed to radiate from him, his eyes flashing turquoise for several moments.
"I could fail you!" She snapped.
"It makes little difference. My job isn't on the line with this class. My family comes before my grade. Get out of my house."
The woman gave a huff, grabbed her purse, and left.
Gohan then turned his attention towards Kurt, who winced. "Gomen nasi Otousama, but I didn't like how she was talking to Okassama." Kurt cowered.
Gohan's eyes softened. "You know I'm not going to hit you, Kurt. I'm not upset that you defended your Kassan, but you should have left it to me."
"Hai, Otousama. Gomen nasi."
"It's okay. I bet I would have done the same thing at your age." Gohan grinned and knelt down, opening his arms.
"Really? I was acting like you?" Kurt asked, voice muffled by Gohan's hug.
"Yeah. You're okay, aren't you?"
"Hai, tousan. She can't hurt me."
"Words can hurt just as much as any physical attack, you know."
"But not from her. She doesn't know a thing about me."
"Of course."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Like all children, Kurt got over the attack fairly quickly and was in a good mood for school the next day. He happily related the adventure to Goten and Trunks, both looking amazed that Gohan had actually gotten mad.
It was their topic all during the day and they even told Bulma afterwards what had transpired. She was rightfully angry and drug Vegita away from his training (by the ear no less) so he would watch the children while she had a little "talk" with both that woman and the teacher of the class.
~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~
Gohan and Videl, after a rather tiring day of classes, were finally ready for their last one. Gohan was working that day and he was hoping Bulma would give him a little time to kick Vegita's butt so he could get the frustration of the past few days from his system. He walked into his last class, Skills for living, and took his usual seat between Sharpner and Videl.
"Did you hear about last night? Someone actually failed the dinner!" Sharpner said excitedly. "The rumor is that the helper was kicked out of their house! Who would do that?"
"I know about it, yes." Gohan shrugged. "Actually, I was there. I kicked her out."
"NANI!? Are you mad?" Sharpner's eyes widened.
"She was disrespectful towards both Videl and Kurt, and she tried to hit Kurt." Gohan explained. "I kicked her out."
Sharpner, knowing what the demi Saiya-Jin was capable of and how protective he was of his family blinked in surprise. "She's still breathing? Wow. I am impressed with you."
"Thanks oh so much, Sharpner." Gohan replied sourly, and turned to face the board.
"Well, I am pleased to announce that most of the dinners went well and I have chosen a few of you, that either did very well or very poorly, to tell us about your night." The teacher smiled. "This will be a part of your final grade, but remember that it is less that half your grade. Sometimes things go wrong and we understand that. If you didn't do very well this time, I'm sure you'll do better next time. Theresa and Derrin, if you two will kindly go first?"
There were eight couples presenting in all, four were good marks, four were bad. The first five went smoothly and the next two were a little shaky but only due to the couples' nerves about speaking. Then Gohan and Videl were called to the front.
"Well, I guess you've heard we got the worst grade in class, ne?" Gohan grinned at them. "But there was nothing WRONG with our dinner, it was the person. First, she was meddling in our privet affairs, like our marriage, and she had the never to disrespectful my wife. Kurt, the child we have for the project, didn't like that, and told her off. She then proceeded to try to hit him, so I kicked her out of my house." Gohan told the group. "I told her that my family was more important than my grade and she could leave."
"Bravo, bravo!" Class had ended but the teacher pulled both him and Videl aside and was talking to them privately. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear! You two didn't really get the worst grade, but I wanted to see if you regretted what you did because of your grade! The way you treat your family," she was speaking to the class now, "is very important. If your grade, or job, or anything else, is put before your family and you don't regret it, you shouldn't have a family. That was exactly what I was looking for! Bravo!"
"Lady, I nearly hurt her and you're CONGRATULATING me?" Gohan felt shocked.
"You bet!" The teacher grinned and Gohan shook his head. She was a bit of a fool, but at least her heart was in the right place. "I hadn't planned that, mind, but it doesn't matter. It happened and you aced that test!"
"Great. I feel so honored." Gohan said with missed sarcasm. This lady was REALLY dense. It rather made him wonder how on earth she became a teacher anyway.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt was all ready for his lessons that night, evening finishing his homework before dinner and changing into his gi as well. He was so excited, Gohan would be teaching him a kata first, then he would be learning some better moves. Then, Trunks and Goten had promised to see what he could do the next day and then they thought maybe it'd be Goten and Kurt against Trunks.
He raced to the roof, excited and nearly ran into Gohan in his haste. The boy let out a slight laugh and rubbed his hand behind his head, like a true Son family member. Videl sighed Kurt had been spending far too much time around Gohan and Goten lately. And even Trunks. They were starting to rub off on him.
She stood to the side as Gohan began with the kata, first showing it to the boy and then walking him through it and correcting him on occasion. His body memory was excellent and so was his balance. His tail partly attributed to that and Gohan was also telling him why it was important to keep that particular body part close to him. Kurt didn't really take that to heart until Gohan gave said appendage a sharp tug. Kurt gave a cry of pain and shot his teacher a glare.
"I did warn you, you know." He pointed out.
"I still don't see why it hurts so much." Kurt whined, still rubbing his smarting tail.
"Your tail is an extension of your spine, er...backbone, and it's connected to your central nervous system." At Kurt's confused look, Gohan hastened to explain. "Your central nervous system is like a big this of messengers that tell you when you're in pain. It's very sensitive and so when I pull your tail, you feel it more than if I pinched you or tugged your ear."
"So, it hurts you too?"
"Sort of. My tail is more sensitive than your because it not only helps my balance, but it helps to compensate for my speed and is almost like another muscle if used correctly. It was more sensitive than yours, but I got Vegita and Piccolo to help condition it until that weakness went away. I still don't like it pulled, though, so I keep it as close as I can, usually around my waist."
"Oh! Okay. I can't do that though. I can't walk that way." Kurt grinned. "My feet won't let me."
"I know. Now, let's try that last movement again. And this time, keep your tail where you can protect it!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt practically ran to school then next day and was almost to hyper to settle down for class. Trunks, never really a morning person, sat by and shook his head in exasperation as Goten and Kurt both talked very animatedly about something or another and Trunks really wanted sleep. Goten, trying and failing to get the boy's attention for the past few minutes, finally gave up and drug him up the stairs. Trunks gave an indignant shout and toppled over into the well waxed floor of the school. Kurt snickered helplessly and both he and Goten raced to class before Trunks was recovered enough to retaliate.
Trunks got them both back at lunch though, and all three knew the fight was on once they got to Bulma's. All of them wore a very evil smirk the rest of the day.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
All Kurt would say about their sparring session when Gohan picked him up was that the fight was spectacular and that he and Goten won. Gohan shrugged, he probably wouldn't get anymore from the boy, and gave up on getting information. Trunks smirked. He'd corrupt them both yet!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
(A/N) New chapter! Yay! I am GOOD! I figured I'd get one out this weekend since I have Monday to do my homework. Don't know when the next will get here, I'm sorry to say, but It'll be good! That's all I'm saying!
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~
Part 5
The (Almost) Perfect Dinner
Disclaimer: Right, I own it all...in my dreams, where I am also the supreme ruler of the universe and pigs fly.
Chibi Beji: No, it's German, trust me. That's why he says stuff like wunderbar and his last name is pronounced vaugner.
This is dedicated to all my wonderful reviewers out there! ^_^ I love getting all sappy!
Anyways, ENJOY!!!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was heading into the first week that grades would be given and the teacher and her helpers would be stopping by for a meal one day a week. Gohan had explained the finer points of the dinner to Kurt, which would be happening Tuesday of every week until the project ended and stressed best behavior (something neither Gohan nor Videl regarded highly most of the time since kids will be kids) and began to get everything ready for their special guest.
Kurt was the most nervous, what if he messed up? His foster parents weren't inclined to hit him and he didn't want to start over a dinner. In fact, now that he spent a bit more time thinking about it, they hadn't raised a hand to him while he was here in anything but a sparing session. This was greatly comforting, but it also confused him. Kurt was beginning to think that they might be different than everyone else he'd known in his short life. Well, no matter right now. He really had to get to school before he was late.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Kurt! Over here! Kurt!" Goten shouted from the school's front steps, jumping up and down in joy. Trunks was next to him, twirling a finger around his temple to indicate that Goten was crazy. Kurt nodded in agreement and joined the duo on the stairs to the school.
"Have a good weekend?" Kurt grinned, knowing what the answer would be from both of them.
"Yeah! Me and tousan went fishing and then we trained and then we went fishing again cuz kassan didn't was us around the kitchen..." Goten rattled on and on and on.
"No. After our get together, that was the fun part, Otousan drug me into the GR to train. I was stuck in there for EVER!" Trunks made a face. "I'm still sore!"
"He's always like this on Mondays, but he likes spending time with his Tousan. You can tell." Goten whispered loud enough for both boys to hear. Trunks made another face and slowly got to his feet.
"Whatever, Goten." He rolled his eyes. The school bell rang.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
School passed by both Monday and Tuesday without any problems partly because Kurt stuck close to Trunks and Goten so the bullies had no chance to pick on him. The two demi Siaya-Jins were careful to watch out for him, the evidence of the last two beatings still pretty obvious to their trained eyes.
Tuesday he went straight home rather than going to Bulma's so he could help Gohan cook the dinner. Videl wouldn't get home till nearly time to eat and have barely enough time to get ready, so Gohan did the cooking that night. He wasn't a bad cook, but he wasn't as good as his mother or Videl either. So, the food would be pretty simple.
They had turned some music on while they got dinner ready and Kurt was happily dancing around the table to set it. He was careful not to drop anything and succeeded with full success. Gohan clapped and whistled when Kurt ended his dance with low bow, and the two laughed as they got the food ready.
When Videl walked in, they were ready to eat and waiting only for their guest to arrive. The woman got a quick shower, dressed and then shooed the two from the kitchen to change. It was a casual dinner that night instead of the normal, wear your gi to dinner so it doesn't take so long to get outside and fight, and so Gohan and Kurt were both dressed in similar button down shirts, both blood red, and khaki pants. Videl, flatly refusing to wear a skirt, was in black pants and a sky blue shirt.
The door bell rang.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Gohan, get that for me, please? I have to get the food on the table!" Videl called over her should as she hurried to the kitchen.
"No problem!" Gohan walked calmly to the door, smoothed down his shirt and opened it. A small woman with mousy brown hair stood in the door way.
"Is this the Son residence?" She asked. Her voice was slightly nasal in pitch and it was only strict discipline that kept Gohan from covering his ears.
"Hai, come on in, madam." He bowed, stepping away from the door, and allowing the woman to enter.
"You may call me Hokiko-san." The woman told him haughtily. "If you address me any other way, I'll lower your grade five percent."
"Hai, of course, my wife has the food on the table, Hokiko-san, if you would follow me, please." Gohan said stiffly. Kurt, catching Gohan's not-so-great mood, scurried to the table.
"Otousan?" Kurt tugged his sleeve.
"What?" Gohan glanced down and smiled.
"I don't like her, Otousan." He whispered to his father, face taking on a fearful expression.
"She won't hurt you, Kurt. Don't worry, okay?"
"If you promise she won't."
"Promise."
"I won't worry."
"That's my boy."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Dinner would have been a calm sober affair with the way Hokiko-san acted towards the group, as though she were better then they, and it pleased none of them. But it was no somber affair, like both Kurt and Gohan would have liked when Hokiko-san asked Gohan one tiny question. "Why did you call that girl your wife?"
"We've been married for six months." Gohan shrugged, eating his food at a normal, albeit quick, human pace.
"You're too young to be married." She snapped. Gohan's face darkened and it was only Videl sending calming thoughts through their bond that prevented her demise.
"We love each other and so we got married." Videl said stiffly.
"What do you know about love?" The woman sneered.
"Enough." Gohan half-barked, to Videl's dismay. He was getting angry.
"Where do you work?" Hokiko-san ordered.
"Capsule Corporation. I help invent things and get the test models out." Gohan replied evenly, trying to reign in his temper.
"And I work at my father's gym, teaching classes." Videl grit her teeth.
"Who's your father?"
"Hurcule Satan." Videl snapped.
"Really? Is he aware of what an insubordinate daughter he has?"
Gohan growled. "Don't talk of her in a disrespectful manner, Hokiko-san."
"Yeah, you big meanie!" Kurt stuck his tongue out. Gohan glanced at him, and mouthed, that Kurt should say her name. "Hokiko-san."
"Why you demon child!" She yelled, rising in her seat.
Kurt gave a small whimper and backed away from the table, eyes filling with tears. He bumped the table hard enough to tip his glass over. His drink landed in her lap. Hokiko-san gave an angry shout and sprang for him, hand raised.
Kurt squeaked and backed up. She lunged and Kurt tensed, waiting for a blow that never came. Gohan had grabbed the woman by the back of her blouse. "You will not hit my son." He ordered softly, setting her down. "I will tolerate you in my house, I will answer your questions, but I will not tolerate you being disrespectful to my family nor using physical violence towards them. Get out of my house."
"You can't order me any where-!" She began.
"Let me rephrase that then. You will leave on your own accord or I will throw you out. And if I am throwing you out, it will not be through the door." Power seemed to radiate from him, his eyes flashing turquoise for several moments.
"I could fail you!" She snapped.
"It makes little difference. My job isn't on the line with this class. My family comes before my grade. Get out of my house."
The woman gave a huff, grabbed her purse, and left.
Gohan then turned his attention towards Kurt, who winced. "Gomen nasi Otousama, but I didn't like how she was talking to Okassama." Kurt cowered.
Gohan's eyes softened. "You know I'm not going to hit you, Kurt. I'm not upset that you defended your Kassan, but you should have left it to me."
"Hai, Otousama. Gomen nasi."
"It's okay. I bet I would have done the same thing at your age." Gohan grinned and knelt down, opening his arms.
"Really? I was acting like you?" Kurt asked, voice muffled by Gohan's hug.
"Yeah. You're okay, aren't you?"
"Hai, tousan. She can't hurt me."
"Words can hurt just as much as any physical attack, you know."
"But not from her. She doesn't know a thing about me."
"Of course."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Like all children, Kurt got over the attack fairly quickly and was in a good mood for school the next day. He happily related the adventure to Goten and Trunks, both looking amazed that Gohan had actually gotten mad.
It was their topic all during the day and they even told Bulma afterwards what had transpired. She was rightfully angry and drug Vegita away from his training (by the ear no less) so he would watch the children while she had a little "talk" with both that woman and the teacher of the class.
~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~
Gohan and Videl, after a rather tiring day of classes, were finally ready for their last one. Gohan was working that day and he was hoping Bulma would give him a little time to kick Vegita's butt so he could get the frustration of the past few days from his system. He walked into his last class, Skills for living, and took his usual seat between Sharpner and Videl.
"Did you hear about last night? Someone actually failed the dinner!" Sharpner said excitedly. "The rumor is that the helper was kicked out of their house! Who would do that?"
"I know about it, yes." Gohan shrugged. "Actually, I was there. I kicked her out."
"NANI!? Are you mad?" Sharpner's eyes widened.
"She was disrespectful towards both Videl and Kurt, and she tried to hit Kurt." Gohan explained. "I kicked her out."
Sharpner, knowing what the demi Saiya-Jin was capable of and how protective he was of his family blinked in surprise. "She's still breathing? Wow. I am impressed with you."
"Thanks oh so much, Sharpner." Gohan replied sourly, and turned to face the board.
"Well, I am pleased to announce that most of the dinners went well and I have chosen a few of you, that either did very well or very poorly, to tell us about your night." The teacher smiled. "This will be a part of your final grade, but remember that it is less that half your grade. Sometimes things go wrong and we understand that. If you didn't do very well this time, I'm sure you'll do better next time. Theresa and Derrin, if you two will kindly go first?"
There were eight couples presenting in all, four were good marks, four were bad. The first five went smoothly and the next two were a little shaky but only due to the couples' nerves about speaking. Then Gohan and Videl were called to the front.
"Well, I guess you've heard we got the worst grade in class, ne?" Gohan grinned at them. "But there was nothing WRONG with our dinner, it was the person. First, she was meddling in our privet affairs, like our marriage, and she had the never to disrespectful my wife. Kurt, the child we have for the project, didn't like that, and told her off. She then proceeded to try to hit him, so I kicked her out of my house." Gohan told the group. "I told her that my family was more important than my grade and she could leave."
"Bravo, bravo!" Class had ended but the teacher pulled both him and Videl aside and was talking to them privately. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear! You two didn't really get the worst grade, but I wanted to see if you regretted what you did because of your grade! The way you treat your family," she was speaking to the class now, "is very important. If your grade, or job, or anything else, is put before your family and you don't regret it, you shouldn't have a family. That was exactly what I was looking for! Bravo!"
"Lady, I nearly hurt her and you're CONGRATULATING me?" Gohan felt shocked.
"You bet!" The teacher grinned and Gohan shook his head. She was a bit of a fool, but at least her heart was in the right place. "I hadn't planned that, mind, but it doesn't matter. It happened and you aced that test!"
"Great. I feel so honored." Gohan said with missed sarcasm. This lady was REALLY dense. It rather made him wonder how on earth she became a teacher anyway.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt was all ready for his lessons that night, evening finishing his homework before dinner and changing into his gi as well. He was so excited, Gohan would be teaching him a kata first, then he would be learning some better moves. Then, Trunks and Goten had promised to see what he could do the next day and then they thought maybe it'd be Goten and Kurt against Trunks.
He raced to the roof, excited and nearly ran into Gohan in his haste. The boy let out a slight laugh and rubbed his hand behind his head, like a true Son family member. Videl sighed Kurt had been spending far too much time around Gohan and Goten lately. And even Trunks. They were starting to rub off on him.
She stood to the side as Gohan began with the kata, first showing it to the boy and then walking him through it and correcting him on occasion. His body memory was excellent and so was his balance. His tail partly attributed to that and Gohan was also telling him why it was important to keep that particular body part close to him. Kurt didn't really take that to heart until Gohan gave said appendage a sharp tug. Kurt gave a cry of pain and shot his teacher a glare.
"I did warn you, you know." He pointed out.
"I still don't see why it hurts so much." Kurt whined, still rubbing his smarting tail.
"Your tail is an extension of your spine, er...backbone, and it's connected to your central nervous system." At Kurt's confused look, Gohan hastened to explain. "Your central nervous system is like a big this of messengers that tell you when you're in pain. It's very sensitive and so when I pull your tail, you feel it more than if I pinched you or tugged your ear."
"So, it hurts you too?"
"Sort of. My tail is more sensitive than your because it not only helps my balance, but it helps to compensate for my speed and is almost like another muscle if used correctly. It was more sensitive than yours, but I got Vegita and Piccolo to help condition it until that weakness went away. I still don't like it pulled, though, so I keep it as close as I can, usually around my waist."
"Oh! Okay. I can't do that though. I can't walk that way." Kurt grinned. "My feet won't let me."
"I know. Now, let's try that last movement again. And this time, keep your tail where you can protect it!"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt practically ran to school then next day and was almost to hyper to settle down for class. Trunks, never really a morning person, sat by and shook his head in exasperation as Goten and Kurt both talked very animatedly about something or another and Trunks really wanted sleep. Goten, trying and failing to get the boy's attention for the past few minutes, finally gave up and drug him up the stairs. Trunks gave an indignant shout and toppled over into the well waxed floor of the school. Kurt snickered helplessly and both he and Goten raced to class before Trunks was recovered enough to retaliate.
Trunks got them both back at lunch though, and all three knew the fight was on once they got to Bulma's. All of them wore a very evil smirk the rest of the day.
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All Kurt would say about their sparring session when Gohan picked him up was that the fight was spectacular and that he and Goten won. Gohan shrugged, he probably wouldn't get anymore from the boy, and gave up on getting information. Trunks smirked. He'd corrupt them both yet!
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(A/N) New chapter! Yay! I am GOOD! I figured I'd get one out this weekend since I have Monday to do my homework. Don't know when the next will get here, I'm sorry to say, but It'll be good! That's all I'm saying!
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~