Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For the Saiyan Race ❯ Back at School ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 10

Tifa felt really embarrassed. No, she felt totally and completely embarrrassed. Well, she couldn't blame the whole school for staring at her. It wasn't like she wore a skirt often.

Hell, she hadn't worn a skirt since she was three. And she'd fought her own, true, biological mother over that.

Saiyan pride keeping her head held high, Tifa marched herself to her locker and looked over, trying to spot Goten at his locker. The crowds of gawking students were blocking her view, so she turned back to pull a book from her locker.

She had to check the instinct to react when warm arms reached around her waist. Instead, she tensed and turned slowly, calming marginally when she saw Goten's smiling face.

"Goten?"

"You look good today." He whispered raspily.

Tifa blushed. Well, that had been the point of dressing up for him. Pink, she turned around and watched him look her over.

Goten had to admit he liked what he saw. She was dressed hot, and it was much better than the gis she normally wore. His eyes roamed her body in appreciation.

Her feet were covered with soft, brown leather boots with white fur on top. No hosiery covered her smooth, lithe legs. A small, jean skirt was held against her waist by her tail, which had been added like an accessory or a belt. A white, silk tank top barely kept her naturally perky breasts decent. Over the tank top she wore a miniature faux fur jacket, which had a high collar and ended at the base of her spine. Her unruly saiyan hair had somehow been wrangled into a ponytail with a hair tie that had sparkly gems on it, and now hung at her back.

"We should get to class." Tifa motioned towards Physics. Goten nodded, the roar of the gossip reaching a level that made his ears ache.

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Tifa waved bye to Goten as he went to Foreign Language, and headed to her next class, which was Biochemistry. Knocking back a stray hair that had returned to its natural shape, she looked up and saw three jocks in front of her, wearing letter jackets and everything.

The blonde was on the football team--possibly the quarterback? The smaller guy had the look of a wrestler: stout and muscular. The last jock was tall and lean, with a few odd muscles here and there. She figured him for a basketball player.

The football player grinned at her, and walked her way. "Hey pretty thing, why don't you date a real man, and dump that Goten guy." He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist.

She was officially outraged. Remembering her own strength, she reached out and caught his arm, flipping him over her arm with ease. He grunted as he landed on his back on the floor. She figured him a lucky bastard for not breaking any bones.

The other two jocks charged her, pissed that she'd flipped their friend. She smirked, and they landed next to their buddy.

"Go ahead and tell the teachers if you want, I'll just hit you with sexual harrassment and assault. Jerks." Angry, she stormed off to her class, waiting impatiently for lunch, so she could tell Goten.

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Goten, meanwhile, was having less luck.

The officially popular girl of the school, Joseiki, had heard about the commotion earlier that day, and she was pissed that the boys of the school had thought that Tifa was sexier than her, even for a moment. Intent on proving otherwise, she had spent the day trying to find Goten.

When she found him, she reached up to his face and pressed her body against his. "Come on, Goten, surely you don't want a baby like that over me..." She cooed. She was sure this would be delicious. First she would have him agree, and then she would dump him. It would be embarrassment all around, and then they would dump each other, which would stop that little bitch from looking sexy ever again. She almost laughed from the spitefulness of it all.

Goten's eyes were a mass of flames. His head dropped so that shadow covered them, and he pried the girl off his frame. "Go away, Joseiki. I don't want you. I want Tifa. Just leave, before you make a mistake." His voice was like death, chilling her and pissing her off at the same time.

"You BASTARD! How dare you! We'll see if you EVER get an offer like this again!" She screeched as she fixed her clothes, which she had intentionally mussed beforehand. Rejected, she gathered her friends and stormed off, leaving an angry and tense Goten rubbing his sore ears.

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The mates met at lunch, and sat under a tree outside the school. Neither knew how to approach the subject of what had happened.

Tifa took a shot. "I had to flip three jocks today; they tried to hit on me."

Goten, who had just taken a bite out of his sandwich, choked. "You didn't? Oh, man, you did. Well, I guess that's about as bad as what happened to me."

There was a pause. "What?"

"Joseiki hit on me. Told her to go away 'cause I have you. She was pretty mad."

Tifa frowned. That bitch. She should have known. Then a smile washed over her face. Goten gulped. First she looked scary as hell, and now she was smiling.

"Tifa?"

"You really said no, because you have me?" Goten blinked. That was why she was smiling? She wasn't going to hurt Joseiki?

"Yea..."

"Hm, then I guess it doesn't matter, really. As long as I get to keep you, I don't care WHAT she does." The saiyan purred and held onto his arm. Goten laughed and kissed her.

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When school let out, Goten ran up to Tifa, who was waiting in the parking lot.

"Hey, where have you been?" Tifa was referring to how Goten was five minutes late.

"Trunks wanted to meet you, but I told him he could wait. There's something we gotta talk about first."

"Oh, okay. Well, do you want to come with me somewhere?" The saiyan had a coy smile on her face.

"Where?" Goten was confused.

"Well, today is one of my last meetings with my therapist if she says I'm sane, and I wanted you to come. Pleeaasee?" She was blushing slightly.

"Therapist?" Now Goten was worried. His mate went to a therapist? He really didn't know anything about her.

"Oh, don't worry, Goten, I'm not crazy. It's just that I was a little messed up when I landed here, and I didn't really understand anything. The courts that deal with adoption and all that sent me to a therapist for free because they thought something was wrong with me. I wouldn't tell them I was an alien, even after I figured out the language, and they couldn't understand why a little girl would want to beat people up and climb things and eat raw meat. The only reason I still go to Doctor Roshman is because she hasn't declared me 'sane' yet. She thinks I'm repressing memories and a whole other lot of nonsense, and the way my parents act sometimes, I'm sure they've convinced her that I'm doing drugs or something. It probably doesn't help that I write Saiyan down to confuse her. I just can't help it; it's hard to be there when I know I'm not crazy, so I tease her. But that should stop soon. I think she knows I'm not insane, and that I'm being difficult. I'd like you to go with me to prove to her that at least I'm partly normal."

Goten watched her as she turned and stared at the sky as she told him all this. At least she wasn't insane. Of course, he doubted that she was insane. And she'd told him what happened, so he knew she wasn't repressing memories. She was right- she shouldn't have to go to this therapist.

"Yeah, I'll go. When is the meeting?"

"In about ten minutes."

"So soon? Hold on, I gotta call my mom." Goten whipped out a cell phone he rarely used and called his mother, who told him not to stay out too late and make Tifa's parents worry, and to make sure he came home in time to eat or at least do his homework.

Hanging up his cell, Goten nodded to his mate, and the two blasted off to the psychology center in the middle of the town, where Tifa's therapist worked.

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P.S. Joseiki means cunt in Japanese