Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Redirection ❯ Flight ( Chapter 9 )

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CHAPTER 9

IN WHICH SOMETHING IS REVEALED.

After Gohan's little scuffle with Drahyrt, he wandered around aimlessly.

He kicked a few rubbish bins across the world, and blasted a few innocent trees, trying to get rid of his frustration and anger.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning hit him. (Not literally).

He was supposed to be in class.

A few minutes later, he burst through the door of his first class.

Everyone stopped what he or she were doing to stare at the late comer.

Gohan smiled sheepishly, (no he did not look like a sheep).

He flashed a cheeky grin to the teacher, and quickly seated himself in a chair at the back of the room.

A textbook lay on his desk, the pages they were supposed to work out of was written on the board.

Gohan absentmindedly flicked to the correct page, and quickly finished the work he was supposed to do, and stared at the roof.

The teacher, who happened to be in a particularly bad mood, noticed this and stormed up to the daydreaming teenager.

"YOU!" She half yelled, half screamed at Gohan.

The demi-saiyan jumped visibly.

He stared at the person who had interrupted his thoughts, a mask of amusement and anger on his face.

"WHY… ARE… YOU… NOT… DOING… YOUR… WORK?" The teacher said through gritted teeth.

"Is that a trick question?" Gohan said, trying to act serious, but he was having a hard time.

The result was a smirk and a teacher that was about to explode.

"YOU ARE TRYING MY PATIENCE BOY…ANSWER THE QUESTION!" The teacher shouted deafening half the class.

The poor semi human was trying not to laugh, and managed to choke out between breaths, "I've finished already."

If it was possible for the teacher's face to get any redder, it did.

"YOU ARROGANT LITTLE BRAT! FIRST YOU ARRIVE LATE TO MY CLASS, NOT EVEN OFFERING A DECENT EXPLANATION AS TO WHY, INTERRUPTING MY HARD WORKING STUDENTS IN THE PROCESS! THEN YOU GET SMART TO ME, NOW YOU CHALLENGE MY INTELLIGENCE! YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL ME YOU COMPLETED THE MOST DIFFICULT WORK THAT THIS COUNTRY HAS TO OFFER IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES? YOU DON'T HONSETLY EXPECT ME TO BUY YOUR LIES DO YOU?"

The teacher screamed, in one breath.

Gohan raised an eyebrow.

"Fine check my book if you have to, I've completed your simple set work, I did not copy my answers from anywhere, I have been doing these equations since I was old enough to read, anyone with half a brain should be able to complete them with no problems, and I expect you to control your temper regardless, because not everyone wants your germs, and you have a terrible habit of spitting when you shout." Gohan said calmly.

The teacher opened and shut his mouth like a confused goldfish, as he examined the annoying student's book.

Then the tutor's voice took on a dangerous softness.

"Gohan, does my class bore you? Do you think you are to good to be in our presence?"

The teenager's smirk deepened to an evil grin.

He slowly packed up his books as he answered.

"Yes, your class bores the pants off me, and I've only been here for a few minutes, I pity the poor souls who have to listen to your constant babbling, and stare at your ugly face.

I do think I am to good to be in your presence, anyone is, you belong in the gutter."

A vein throbbed in the teacher's head.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BRAT?!"

Gohan laughed, and walked towards the door.

"I'm Gohan Son." Then he walked out.

A session of destruction followed after Gohan's exit, mainly by the teacher.

The smart-ass teenager flew around for a while, checking his watch every now and again.

`Huh, if all teacher's are as much fun as that ignoramus, then I think I'll attend all of my lessons,' Gohan thought.

Finally, Gohan descended in the school field, and made his way to his next class.

His next class was on the third floor, and it was a long and tiring climb for a normal human, but for Gohan, it was a walk in the park.

He reached the top of the staircase at about the same time as a group of out of breath teenagers.

He'd walked as slow as he could, he couldn't believe that normal people actually travelled at that pace.

A few students who'd been in his previous class threw him scared and curious glances, there were even a few suggestive ones.

He ignored them, and walked swiftly into the classroom.

He sat himself at the back of the room, just like he did before, except this time he sat closer to the window, so he'd actually have something to look at if and when he got bored.

Within a few minutes of the beginning of the lesson, Gohan had decided that it wasn't worth listening to, and had closed his eyes and began to meditate.

To all students who had seen the new boy do this, it looked like he was sleeping, and had a death wish.

But, they happened to have a substitute, who was old and droned on and on, so the rest of the class had to fight the urge to succumb to sleep.

Half the lesson passed without incident, and the teacher continued talking oblivious to the snoring teenagers around him.

Suddenly, a gloved hand burst through the window and grabbed the front off Gohan's shirt.

Screams and drowsy yells were sounded from the rest of the class, when they heard glass break, and realised that one of their classmates were under attack.

Gohan yawned.

His hands holding the offending hand at bay.

"Nice try Vegeta," the teenager said without opening his eyes.

A growl was heard from outside, and the hand withdrew.

Gohan stood up and cleared the rest of the glass from the windowpane, and stuck his head outside.

"What do you want Veggie?" Gohan asked almost sweetly.

The rest of the class listened intently and stared with bugged out eyes.

"Brat, I need someone decent to spar with, I'm sick of those annoying robots that `The Woman' keeps making." The spiky haired alien said.

"Vegeta, you do realise that Bulma is going to kill you right? You're out in public flying! You're going to get all of us in trouble if you keep doing stupid things like this." Gohan said changing the subject.

The rest of Gohan's class took a while for part of the new kid's conversation to register.

Flying?

Then they remembered that they were on the third floor.

A couple of them fainted.

"I don't care what the pathetic humans think, and you shouldn't either, you're half saiyan after all! As for `The Woman' she'll get over it. Will you fight me or not? Spawn of Kakarott!"

"Vegeta, I'm busy now, why don't you go teach Goten and Trunks to fight?"

"No boy, I want to fight, not to teach, I'm not one of your stupid earthling adults who have nothing better to do then teach snot nosed runts how to do things."

"Fine then." Said Gohan as he huffily threw his stationary into his backpack, muttering something about disrupted lessons and murdering stupid saiyan princes who didn't know when to quit.

He pulled on his bag, and launched himself out of the glassless window.

The class gasped, and stood to see where Gohan was, and was surprised to see the fourteen year old hovering next to an angry looking short man.

Their jaws hit the floor, GOHAN KNEW HOW TO FLY!

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