Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ High School Love Hurts ❯ Love Hurts ( Chapter 1 )

Love Hurts

(A/N: Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, and Chi-chi are REALLY out of character in this fanfiction!!!! I had to switch their personalities sort of because Vegeta is short so he just wouldn't work for what's going to happen an once I switched Veggie and Goku, why not their wives? They are in high school and human. BTW, I don't own DBZ, so before you decide to give a lawyer your business, take this claim to mind!!!)

Goku woke up to his grandfather yelling in his face.

"Time to wake up, GOKU!!! It's time for HIGH SCHOOL!!!"

Oh god, does the old coot have to remind me?

"Wake up, GOKU!!"

"I heard you the first time, old man. Get out of my way!" Goku was in a foul mood because the year before his girlfriend of many years - since 3rd grade - broke off their relationship. He had no friends except her, so he'd been pushing the thought out of his mind with rock music and stolen beers.

Now, he had to face her again. Dana. The girl of his dreams that had left him for dead in a parking lot at liquor store to get caught for a burglary, shot in the leg by a "good Samaritan". Good, right. He shot someone in the leg and got away with it because it helped the cops. If he ever got a hold of the bastard he'd rip him to shreds for tearing off his relationship. Also, he should've been the one breaking it off, not Dana. She's the one that left him, not the other way around. But, she just *had* to go get pregnant while drunk off some guy who was twice her age.

Well, long story short she had to choose between skipping out of high school, marrying the guy, having the baby and being a housewife or getting tossed out of her house and making her own decisions. She chose her own. So she tried to mooch off Goku and when he refused (as was his right) she broke it off. She stayed with some other friend, had an abortion and returned to high school. Why she bothered showing her face, he had no clue. But hey, that was just typical Goku.

5 minutes later…

"Bye, Grandpa!" Goku called. He tried to make the best of a bad situation, but it wasn't working very well so far.

"Bye, GOKU!!!" the old coot called back.

"When I get old, I'm NEVER going to wear hearing aids," Goku muttered.

He reached the high school. Grande Mustachio High School. He stepped inside the doors and the first period bell rang. So much for a good day.

"GET INTO YOUR CLASSROOM!" the hall monitor yelled at him.

"I just got here, I need my schedule!"

"GO GET IT THEN!!!"

He ran into the office only to be reminded that he was late. He ran to his classroom (which turned out to be the health room and not the homeroom he was supposed to be in - after that experience he forever had bad memories of the first day of high school) only to once again be reminded that he was late for class. He ran back into the hallway to get a detention ticket to once again remind him that he was late for class (which he tore up and threw into the garbage as soon as he turned the corner). He got to the homeroom he belonged in only to ONCE AGAIN be reminded that he was late for class.

"What is your excuse Son Goku?"

He tuned him out and put on his headphones.

"I HEARD YOU WERE A TROUBLEMAKER!!! YOU GET THOSE HEADPHONES OFF YOUR HEAD NOW!!!!!"

"No."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????"

"No."

"You need the silent treatment. We won't talk to you until you talk to us. OK?"

"Fine with me, old man," he mumbled. "That just means a year of freedom for me."

"Now, class - notice I said CLASS, not GOKU - CLASS, let us get on with OUR assignment. Not GOKU's, OUR's!"

Some silent treatment, Goku thought. BOOM! As the teacher's back was turned, his pattern of thought was interrupted by a paper airplane to the back of the head. He scowled at whoever threw it and picked it up. He opened it to read:

"Hey, you really stand up for yourself, man. I like that."

Big whoop, he thought. Yahoo, someone likes how I handle my temper, I'm so thrilled! Can you see me running in circles like some happy-go-lucky idiot?

He snarled at the note and threw it into the garbage can. He didn't have any friends and he didn't need any, or so he thought. (A/N: He thinks a lot more than usual in this fic! )

At lunch…

"Ha-ha-ha!" one of the girls sitting next to him giggled. "That is so weird!"

Everything went quiet.

"Look," the blonde girl whispered. "It's Dana."

Goku looked up. So that was Dana now. She looked so smug, so irritated. Then again, after all the whooping and hollering people were doing about her and the bye-bye baby, it was really no surprise. Then, she looked his way.

"Hello, Goku," she said, more like a statement than a greeting.

"Hello, Dana," he growled, looking at his lunch. He had no desire to meet her eyes. Once again, big surprise.

"And how have you been, Goku?" she asked in mock sweetness.

"Peachy. Just peachy. You know, why do you even bother asking? Like you care! Like you ever fucking cared! Get away from me and stay away, you bitch!"

Everyone gasped. Dana was stung as Goku ran from her. Left in the dust, she meekly replied, "I did care, once."