Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ School ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Mark suddenly realized they were talking about him. He silently ran out of there, not wanting to face anymore questions, and went up the stairs he conveniently found next to the room, and down the vast hallway filled with countless rooms. He randomly picked one, threw open the door, and locked himself inside.
He flicked the lights on to reveal a bedroom. It was very tidy and comely. The bed was king sized with a balcony. To the left of the bed was a bathroom complete with a shower and bathtub. Curiously, he went threw the wardrobes and found nothing.
'Must be the guestroom.' He thought to himself. He went over and sat on the soft mattress on the huge bed. He had had a bed like this once, his mind told him. He was beginning to pay less and less attention to what his head told him every time it spoke. Then a single thought flew across his mind, there was a woman next to him, lying in a bed as big as this. Her hair was black and silky, her skin smooth and flawless and her eyelids, closed in peaceful slumber. He suddenly awoke from this dream to find himself strangely tired. He lay atop the covers of the bed, and drifted to sleep...


A planet came into focus. The beings that inhabited it were strong and prosperous. He was watching as the planet became populated only to have it explode in his face. There, a giant ape, black in color was glowing red eyes, lead the people from that planet to another, then to see the black ape abandon his people to live on there own. He then saw the people live chaotically with one another. They eventually calmed down and formed government. A being came out of no where, his hair was long, spiked and white. he had hair on his body, white as well. He kicked away some sort of attack, then the planet exploded from behind him.
Suddenly, two fiery eyes exploded in front of him. He stepped back, trying to get away from the visage with no avail.
"You're son's soul, is mine!" He declared. He screamed a horrible war cry of sorrow and of hatred as he grabbed his head...


Mark screamed as he sat up in his bed. He was in a cold sweat, panting as if he had just ran fifty miles. He rolled off the bed onto his knees, then onto all fours. Still panting he slowly stood up and took off his drenched shirt. He heard voices outside the door, but it mattered not to him. It was about eight in the evening and the sun was just going down.
Suddenly the door opened. Bulma stood at the entryway, seeing what the disturbance was all about.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mark! I didn't know you were in-"
"It's alright." He interrupted.
"We've been looking for you."
"I know."
She looked over him, sweating like a pig and panting like he had just ran a marathon.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing of your concern." Mark responded.
"Leahanna wanted to talk to you."
"I know it."
"She thinks-"
"I know what she thinks." He interrupted again.
"Do you think-"
"I don't know what to think. I have absolutely no memory of the past. It's all a blank. I couldn't even tell you my name." He said angrily.
"It is possible that amnesia-"
"Don't be stupid. That's impossible and we both know it."
"How so?"
"Do Saiyans ever forget?"
"Uhhhh.. No, I guess not, well at least Vegeta remembers everything of his past, but Goku is a little messed 'cause he landed here as a kid."
"Exactly. We're like elephants, we never forget, but I was made to forget, as if someone purged my memory. All day, little words like, school and the name Mark, even Leahanna and things like this bed have been triggering my head, telling me I've heard this, or I've seen this before."
"I see. Well, my purpose in finding you was to ask you if you would like to go with Gohan to school tomorrow. Chi-Chi and I are willing to arrange it."
"Chi-Chi?"
"Oh, you haven't met Goku's wife yet."
"Oh, well, I suppose. Uhh.. May I-"
"Yes, you may stay here. Leahanna will be sleeping next door."
"Bulma."
"Yes?"
"When you get the chance, could you ask her if the name, Lexan, means anything to her?"
"Uhh, sure."
"Don't tell her it was me though. I have a strange attraction to her."
Bulma giggled and said, "Alright then, I'll see you in the morning."


Mark tried sleeping, but more dreams would come to haunt his every attempt. So he sat awake watching the dawn as it spread it's red light across the horizon. He felt a tingling sensation in his eyes as he felt something in the back of his mind, waiting to jump at him. Another memory hit Mark, this time, with tremendous force. He closed his eyes violently, and grabbed his head as the thought gave him pain.
He saw a vast valley, with a river flowing at the base. The sun was setting in the west and he had in his arms a beautiful angel. That memory set off a chain of others as it poured into his head like a cascade of agony. He saw the angel yet again, standing before him, She dropped to the ground at the shot of a weapon.
He was digging into the ground and suddenly pulled someone out from under it. He put a small bean into the mouth of the cadaverous being, as he watched slowly as the person gained life.
He was sleeping within a small group and saw a huge, ape-like creature flying to them. It asked for him to follow it as it lead him off into the night.
Mark suddenly came back into reality. He was again drenched in a sweat and again he was panting wildly. His body dripped with the salty fluid, but he felt someone against his back. He removed his hands from his head and reached behind him, to feel a slender female body...


She was startled as suddenly he switched their positions, placing her beneath him. She had heard his moans of pain and decided to investigate to find him kneeling with his hands clamped on his head. She had ran to him and begun to shake him when he suddenly flipped her. When he saw it was her, he quickly got up and turned around to have his back facing her.
"I'm sorry." He said coldly.
"It's okay. Are you alright..." She trailed off. His body was absolutely amazing to her. Even his back was defined as hell. She let her eyes linger as they trailed farther and farther down...
"I'm fine." He said turning to face her. She looked to his eyes, his deep, tormented eyes. They told of countless years of pain and sorrow.
The door suddenly opened and a stalwart being's outline filled it.
"Trying to get some action, Leahanna?" Vegeta said with a strange tone.
"Vegeta, don't insult her! Get out of here!" Mark spat into his face
"How dare you raise your voice to me!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
"No, but you will be, my friend, you will be." Vegeta said as he turned and closed the door. They heard footsteps as he continued down the hall, and eventually to the stairs.
Markl turned to Leahanna and said, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower before I have to leave for school."
Mark turned to the bathroom and shut the door. Leahanna could do nothing as she heard the sounds of running water fill the room and she was left there to ponder.
'He must be Martek, his voice is exactly the same! But no definite proof yet. I'll have to wait longer, perhaps until he remembers himself.' She thought.


Mark and Gohan finally arrived at the school building. I was considered a pretty large school as it had about one thousand students. The front was graced with Corinthian styled pillars and a bell tower. In front of the building and across the vast, green lawn, there stood an incredible visage of the school's mascot, The Warrior. It was a bronze statue of a huge, barbarian looking man with a sword in one hand and in the other an axe, forming an 'X' in front of his grimacing face. Students swarmed around the entrance of the building, not wanting to be late.
Mark was wearing what he was yesterday, baggy black pants and his skin-tight muscle shirt, though it had been washed. He stood next to Gohan saying nothing, just wondering what the day would hold for him.
The bell sounded and everyone poured into the halls. Gohan and Mark waited a bit for the mob to die down before attempting to enter into the school. Eventually, they made it inside, Gohan introduced him to the Headmaster of the school, though it was not a very good first impression. Apparently, what Mark was wearing was deemed inappropriate for school wear, namely the shirt. He also suggested that Mark wear more color instead of a black, but he paid no attention to that comment. He liked the color and that was one thing that was not going to change.
Mark soon learned that there were worse things in this school than sticklers to the dress code. As he walked the halls, following Gohan to the first class, he heard people talking about him.
"Whoa, did you see that kid?"
"What the hell is he wearing?"
"Is he gay or something?"
Simply a few things his sensitive ears recieved. One of the particularly arrogant people walked right into his face, despite what he saw, or didn't see due to his dark sunglassed inside the building.
"So, how you doin'?" He said with a heavy lisp.
Mark paid him no heed and continued to walk.
"Come back here, my dear!" He said again with the lisp. He came right behind Mark and grabbed at his butt. Mark ripped around and nailed him right in the jaw with his heavy foot. The poor boy spun several times in the air before smashing his sunglasses on the hard floor. His mouth was bloodied and his nose and jaw were broken. A crowd soon formed around the two as Mark continued to glare at his foe. A bigger opponent stepped into the circle. He looked down to the guy on the ground then looked right into Mark's eyes, matching his glare.
"Dude, you mess with my brother, you mess with me!" He said pointing his finger right into Mark's face.
"You take your sorry, gothic, gay, punk-ass outa here before I kill you!" He demanded sticking his finger inches away from Mark's face.
'Shotius...' His mind said. He grimaced and looked away, crossing his arms.
"Oh my God, he IS gay!" Someone from the crowd yelled.
Mark suddenly looked up, trying to find the culprit of the remark. The bulky man in front of him was all he was able to see, him and his fat finger in Mark's face.
'Don't mess with me!' A memory screamed.
'I'll kill you! I'll beat you! I'll surpass you!'
"SHUT UP, SHOTIUS!!" Mark yelled at the top of his lungs.
Silence filled the hallway, everyone was a little shocked at his explosive words.
"Dude, who the hell is Shotius?" The young man said.
"His gay lover!" Someone else from the crowd yelled. Laughter erupted from the crowd as Mark found himself getting very, very angry. He bent his knees and clenched his fists at the side of his body, only to be pulled back from the crowd and put to the side. It was Gohan.
"Mark, I know you can easily beat those guys up, but you can't. You need to stay at this school, man, just ignore them." He coaxed.
Mark slowly lessened the tension throughout his body and breathed normally.
'It's gonna be a long fuckin' week.' Mark told himself.