HOME | DD

Description
Prince of Orange Star: Kamehameha

I don't own a damned thing

---------------

He absolutely detested the fact that he had a History class this semester. What were the possibilities of that happening? Seriously, he couldn't have much worse luck. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a change in plans due to his sudden appearance in the class.

Trying to find the class seemed like quite the task. He was on the fourth floor of the large building where he assumed classes in the 400 range were at. Class 492. Gohan roamed around the halls for a little bit going back and forth to make sure he didn't miss a class. He was almost certain that he had passed by every single class on the fourth level and there was no 492. Maybe his schedule was wrong?

"Might as well ask around again. Jeez, it's going to be like this all day isn't it? This place is huge." He wandered around until he found a security guard checking the halls for students that were late for class. "Excuse me? Miss?"

The middle aged woman with blond hair wearing a baseball cap turned around to the face the boy dressed in white. "Your late for class. The second bell has already rung. By the time I turn my back you better start running to your class before I have to write you up."

"Huh? Late? No actually, the thing is I'm lost. I don't know where my next class is and I was wondering if you could help me find it." He quickly showed her the paper. "It says my next class is in 492, but I'm up here on the fourth floor and I don't see it anywhere."

After a quick laugh the security guard gave the schedule back to the boy with the odd hair. "Yup, you're definitely a new kid. Ya see, here's the thing with that History class. It's actually back on the first floor. Mr. Marx will surely explain it to you when you get there. I'll write you a pass that will allow you in class even though your late." Taking out a small sheet of pink paper, she scribbled something down on the paper and looked back up the child. "Umm, kid? I need your name so when he checks his attendance sheet he'll be able to excuse you for being late." She explained.

"Oh, my name?" He didn't know what to do now. From what had happened in his first class he found out his Royal name was being used, but he really wanted to avoid the issue. "Son Gohan." It wasn't a lie. But to the school system it might have been.

After filling in the blanks she ripped off the paper and handed it to the Prince and pointed him back towards the stairs. He quickly ran down 4 flights and was back on the first floor of the school. Now to find room 492 and find out why it was on the first floor.

He wandered around until he finally found himself feet away from the front entrance to the school. There were still reporters outside awaiting his arrival. They were persistent and really wanted a story. He pondered the thought of opening the door and telling them to leave, he knew they weren't allowed on school grounds during operation hours, so he could just tease them if he wanted to. Jeez, Goten was really rubbing off on him wasn't it? The little tyke was always seen messing around in the Castle.

Shaking his head and continued his search for the room and stopped at the first door. In big bold numbers unlike the rest of the school was the number 492 smack right on the top of the door. He mentally scolded himself for missing this on his search for his first period class earlier in the day.

He stood outside the door for a minute and took in a deep breathe. Raising his right arm he was just going to knock on the door light enough to keep it on it's hinges. He exhaled, and...

"Yes? Maybe I help you with something?" Without him noticing Mr. Marx, the history teacher opened the door and greeted him. Gohan lowered his arm and bowed.

"Oh yes, sorry. I'm new here and according to my schedule this is my second class." Once again he pulled out his schedule just to be sure. 'Something about this guy just tells me I'm not going to like History very much.' Gohan couldn't help but put his right foot back, the way this guy was staring at him was quite intimidating and nothing like what he thought a teacher was supposed to be like.

"Your name?" Mr. Marx pulled out the newspaper he had laid out on each student's desk for today's discussion. Just as Gohan feared, it was the report on him from the previous day.

"M-my name?"

"Yes, Son, your name. you do have one, don't you?" The tall teacher kept his eyes scanning the paper, reading the report the department had done on his newest student.

"It's, uh, Gohan sir. Son Gohan." Hopefully he wouldn't run into the same problem he did in his first period class. Mr. Marx lowered his newspaper and held it to his side before readjusting his glasses.

"That's what it says. Welcome to class 492. Now, seeing as your late, I assume no one told you before hand that my class was down here on the first floor. Now let me explain something about this room and why it's down here. Now come inside so I can explain.

Gohan was a bit suspicious about what was written in that report as he never got the chance to read it, but he assumed that somewhere in there was a picture of him using his real name, and not 'Oxford', the name he's referred to by his grandfather's subordinates.

He entered entered the room behind the teacher who walked up the board and started writing on the board. "Floor. 1." He recited as wrote it on the left. "Room. 4, 9, 2."He wrote on the right.

"Now class, we have a new student joining us today, and I don't think I have to tell you what that means. We must inform Mr. Son here about how important History is. Now, Mr. Son, is there anything about what's on the board that looks of even the slightest importance?"

"Hmm, I find it odd how you worded the first part. 'Floor 1.' When you could have written 'first floor', with just words and no numbers. So that's the first thing that jumps out. Next there's the room number for this class and where's it's located. It's on the first floor, but it's classroom Four Hundred and Ninety Two. Very strange seeing as every other class I've walked by is numbered in correct order by floor and placement." He put his hand to his chin as he thought this out some more.

"Ah, you're very quick. So it is true what they say about you after all. Not much gets past you Mr. Son, does it? Now, have you figured out the connection between where this class is located and the number of the room yet?" He raised an eyebrow as the boy started walking up to the board and picked up the eraser and marker. He began to erase the word 'First' and 'Room' from the board.

"One. Four Hundred Ninety Two." Gohan recited.

"Now put them together." Gohan looked back his new teacher with a look of confusion. "Put them together." He reiterated while gesturing with his hands to the board.

'Put them together? How? Should I add them? 493? Can't be. Has to do with where the class is. I'll start with the one. Maybe if I rearrange the numbers somehow? 1942? 9421? 2194? These can't be it. There's more to what he said then what I'm thinking.'

Gohan stood at the board thinking as he stared at the board intently. "Just put them together. It's quite simple." Mr. Marx repeated.

'Just put them together?' He looked to the left side where the number 1 was. Then to the right where the number 492 was. 'Can it be? Is it really that simple?' He took another moment to ponder the thought before he erased both sides of the board and turned to face the intimidating teacher.

"You've figured it out I assume?" Gohan nodded. "Tell me what you found out."

"Well, Where do I begin? Actually, begin being the key word. You said to put them together. At first I thought you meant to put them together by some sort of math procedure, by adding them. But that didn't make any sense. But you mentioned that the numbers have something to do with where the class is located. It's on the first floor. 1. And it's the first classroom in the building. The beginning." He paused to take a breathe.

"Now that leave the number 492 to question and putting it together with the number 1. After some thought I figured you meant that in a literal sense. You had them arranged on the left and right side for a reason. So I put the numbers together and got Fourteen Ninety Two."

"And what significance does that number play in history? Class, if you will?"

"In 1492, Columbus Sailed The Ocean Blue." The class recited in unison.

"Good class. Now, Mr. Son. I expect you know the significance of this poem?" He eyed the young boy who seemed to be enjoying himself at the expense of killing time for class.

"Of course. That's the year Columbus discovered the new world."

"And?"

"And what?

"You see Gohan. May I call you by your first name? You see, everything has to start somewhere. Whether it's the building of a new landmark, starting of a war, or finding a new land. Everything has a beginning. 1492 was the beginning of a New World." Gohan had an idea where this was going with the whole beginning shtick.

"You know now why this classroom is located where it is, right?" Gohan nodded and added the trademarked Son Smile. "Good. You've passed your first test."

Gohan titled his head to the right. "A test?"

"Yes. Everyone who enters my classroom must first understand the importance of history before I can teach them anything about it. So I give them a test to see how many people are yearning to learn about history. The test is usually on a sheet of paper, but none the less it is very similar. I give them a copy of what I wrote here on the board for you and they have the entire first class they have with me to figure out the same question I presented to you. And if they don't pass the first time, they have to take it over until they get it right." He took a moment to pause and examine the boy over some.

"I'm quite pleased that the Ox Kingdom raises such intellectual children. How you begin your school career is entirely up to you and I look forward to being your History teacher, I can see there's much promise in you. But I am curious about something. Why is it that you are not wearing your usual attire for the weekdays? According to this paper, your formal attire for this day is a yellow tunic with green sleeves." He tossed the paper over to Gohan who looked as embarrassed as he possibly could have been, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

He held the paper upright masking his face as he bent it down in shame. 'They actually caught me wearing this thing? So embarrassing.' He lifted his head up and rolled the paper up in his hand. "I'm sorry to disappoint you Mr. Marx, but I don't even let any of my long time friends see me in that outfit. In all honesty, I only wear it at times to please my mom." The dark haired Prince looked just about flushed from embarrassment. But for some reason he didn't mind it. The teacher wasn't making that big of a deal over who he was and he treated him like he did the rest of his class.

"Ah, I see. You may be a Prince, but you're still a boy." The tall teacher turned his attention to his class and reached Gohan over to his side and pat his back. " Anyways I would like to once again say welcome to our school. Class! I'd like to introduce our newest student here at Orange Star, Son Gohan of the Ox Kingdom."

'Well, throw that first impression down the drain.' Gohan rolled his eyes. He waited for the 'oohs' and 'awes' and the whispers that usually came with that sort of introduction. He was confused but glad that they never came. The class just stared back at him with emotionless expression. Treating him like any other student.

"Now Mr. Son. Would you like to tell the class something about yourself?" It wasn't a moment later that he interrupted. "Actually, I have something I am hoping you can answer for me." said Mr. Marx

"Ok then, shoot."

"Well, you are near the age of 14 I assume as you are in this class. So, my question to you is this. Why is it that the first time the world hears of your existence was 3 years ago and not when you were born? You are of Royal Descent and I assume the birth of a Prince would be big news."

"I-I'd rather not say. I'm, I'm sorry." Mr. Marx as well as the rest of class noticed how the new kid's attitude just pulled a 180 and turned around. The History teacher knew he just strummed the wrong string.

"My my, it seems I've opened up a book tucked away. I'm sorry if something I said has saddened you your Highness. Please accept my apologies." Gohan wiped his dry eyes and looked up.

"It's alright, there's no need to apologize. It's my fault anyways. I'd like to take my seat now if you don't have anymore questions." He quickly scanned the room and didn't recognize a single person from his first period. That just meant he'd have to branch out and meet new people. He spotted one seat open in between to guys in the 2nd to last row.

"Oh yes, again I'm deeply sorry if I said something that upset you on your first day here. Go ahead and find yourself a seat wherever you can and we'll continue on with our lesson."

Gohan walked up the aisle, trying to get back into that excited mood he was in while solving the riddle. He didn't want to seem like an emotional wreck in front of his peers on his first day. He quickly found himself standing at the outside of the 2nd to last row. He found the seat between the kids boys and swiftly navigated his way to the seat.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked the two separated students.

"Yea sure whatever."

"Take it." Neither seemed to enthusiastic about Gohan being there. Nothing like the girl from his first class. They were quite the opposite.

"Thanks? I guess." Gohan sat down and didn't feel quite as ambitious as he was before. The aura around these two just seemed so, dull. Neither looked like they wanted to be there let alone be friends. Gohan decided to open up the newspaper that was laid out on everyone's desk and see what the press was saying about him.

'Hmm. Not much in here really. Prince 3 years ago. Blah blah blah. Little brother. Never seen with father. Jerks.' They didn't say many nice things about him, then again there wasn't much that was known about him. He read on.

'There is no known reason as to why the young Prince chose Orange Star as his school of choice, but we do know this. He had better bring his 'A' game if he wants to stand a chance at the premier school. Pfft. That math class is about 10 years too late to even grab my interest.' The newspaper as a whole wasn't very informative and didn't have many good sources to fill in the holes from. He crumbled the paper in his hand and made sure neither of the two kids next to him were paying attention.

With the ball of paper in his hand he rested his head on his chin to make it look like nothing was going on. He stared out the window and within a second the paper was reduced to ashes. He switches hands and leaned his head on the hand that burned the paper. He looked on and listened in to the teacher talk about the Ox Kingdom and random 'facts' about it's history.

Gohan figured he could sleep through this period seeing as he knew everything that was being talked about. In his 3 years as the Prince his grandfather had given him quite the History lesson about the land he ruled over. He was just about to doze off when the subject of something particularly recent came up.

"And so the Ox King was trapped outside of his castle for a number of years. It is said that out of a pit of anger the Ox King used his mighty axe and out out the flames, all the while destroying his castle. So, what have we learned from this little piece of history class?"

Gohan, hefted himself up from his seat and proudly called for the attention of the class. "Excuse me sir? If it's not a problem I'd like to correct you on what you just went over." Everyone turned their eyes over to the new kid, the person they were supposed to be head over heals by the fact that he had chosen their school.

"Oh, and what is it exactly you would like to revise?"

"Well for one, my grandfather doesn't have a temper and wouldn't ever do something so reckless. Two, he's not strong enough to destroy his castle just with his axe. I don't think he ever was that strong come to think of it." Gohan explained

"Really now? And just what did your grandfather tell you about how the fire was put out and how his castle was destroyed?" Mr. Marx lowered his glasses over the bridge of his nose and put down the paper in his hand.

"Actually no. My dad told me what happened."

"Hmm. That is interesting. You're father has not been seen in a very long time as I recall. It's been how many years since the 23rd Budokai Tekaichi? Almost 15 years now if I'm not mistaken? How is your father doing by the way?"

"Wh-bu-How? How do you know all of that?" Gohan was at a loss for words. How this man knew so much about him was unfathomable. Not many people knew so much about him. Only a select few knew this much about him, let alone his late father.

"Please your Highness. Give me some credit. I am a History teacher after all. There's not one bit of information out there that isn't interesting to me. I like to know about my students before hand. Usually I schedule a meeting with the family of the student during the summer or during one of the breaks where we often get some new students. But that seemed like a highly improbably situation with you. So I did all the research I could on the name 'Son.' Now if you don't mind. Please go ahead and say what you were going to say before I jumped in."

'Who, who is this guy? There's no way he can know that much about my family. Well, at least he didn't blow the whole 'Your dad won the 23rd Martial Arts Championship and was a great fighter' thing out of proportion. No one seems to have any clue what we're talking about.'

"Right. As I was saying. My grandfather couldn't have put out the fire because, well plain and simple he couldn't. Only one person at that time had the ability to do that. Master Roshi."

The whole class gasped all in unison as the teacher had to shake his head out of shock. Had they heard that right? The turtle hermit put out the magical fire? Why did no one know of this?

"Dude. You're kidding me right? The Turtle Hermit was born like a couple hundred years ago according to his biography. How could he have possibly done that? He should be dead by now shouldn't he?" It was one of those two gloomy kids he was seated in between. He had wavy black hair that came down to his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? I saw him not too long ago?" He thought for a moment. "Well, actually it's been like 3 years since I last saw the old guy. But he's definitely not dead. He's alive and well."

"Ok ok ok. So even if The Turtle Hermit was still alive, and I'm not saying he is. How could he have possibly put out the magical flames around the Ox King's castle?" Everyone honed in on Gohan as he was about to reveal what really happened.

"One word. Kamehameha."

------------

A/N: Wow. I can't express how much I appreciate all the support this story has gotten from a single chapter! That one Chapter alone got me as many alerts as Reviews I have for A Fight For Trust, which has 8 Chapters. That's insane. I'd like to thank everyone who supports this story. I don't want to disappoint and I only hope this story can live up to the standards set by you readers.

I was thinking of adding more to this chapter or at least quicken the pacing up but I think this was just fine I got in a lot more than I thought I would be able to. I'm proud of his chapter. I want it to be original. Unlike every other fan fic that has the 3 Amigos in every one of Gohan's classes (Guilty as charged for A Disturbed Savior), They are not in every one of his classes. I think I'm only going to make them in two of his 4, maybe 5 classes total. Switch things up some ya know

Well I await hearing from you all. Till next time.

Description
Prince of Orange Star: Kamehameha

I don't own a damned thing

---------------

He absolutely detested the fact that he had a History class this semester. What were the possibilities of that happening? Seriously, he couldn't have much worse luck. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a change in plans due to his sudden appearance in the class.

Trying to find the class seemed like quite the task. He was on the fourth floor of the large building where he assumed classes in the 400 range were at. Class 492. Gohan roamed around the halls for a little bit going back and forth to make sure he didn't miss a class. He was almost certain that he had passed by every single class on the fourth level and there was no 492. Maybe his schedule was wrong?

"Might as well ask around again. Jeez, it's going to be like this all day isn't it? This place is huge." He wandered around until he found a security guard checking the halls for students that were late for class. "Excuse me? Miss?"

The middle aged woman with blond hair wearing a baseball cap turned around to the face the boy dressed in white. "Your late for class. The second bell has already rung. By the time I turn my back you better start running to your class before I have to write you up."

"Huh? Late? No actually, the thing is I'm lost. I don't know where my next class is and I was wondering if you could help me find it." He quickly showed her the paper. "It says my next class is in 492, but I'm up here on the fourth floor and I don't see it anywhere."

After a quick laugh the security guard gave the schedule back to the boy with the odd hair. "Yup, you're definitely a new kid. Ya see, here's the thing with that History class. It's actually back on the first floor. Mr. Marx will surely explain it to you when you get there. I'll write you a pass that will allow you in class even though your late." Taking out a small sheet of pink paper, she scribbled something down on the paper and looked back up the child. "Umm, kid? I need your name so when he checks his attendance sheet he'll be able to excuse you for being late." She explained.

"Oh, my name?" He didn't know what to do now. From what had happened in his first class he found out his Royal name was being used, but he really wanted to avoid the issue. "Son Gohan." It wasn't a lie. But to the school system it might have been.

After filling in the blanks she ripped off the paper and handed it to the Prince and pointed him back towards the stairs. He quickly ran down 4 flights and was back on the first floor of the school. Now to find room 492 and find out why it was on the first floor.

He wandered around until he finally found himself feet away from the front entrance to the school. There were still reporters outside awaiting his arrival. They were persistent and really wanted a story. He pondered the thought of opening the door and telling them to leave, he knew they weren't allowed on school grounds during operation hours, so he could just tease them if he wanted to. Jeez, Goten was really rubbing off on him wasn't it? The little tyke was always seen messing around in the Castle.

Shaking his head and continued his search for the room and stopped at the first door. In big bold numbers unlike the rest of the school was the number 492 smack right on the top of the door. He mentally scolded himself for missing this on his search for his first period class earlier in the day.

He stood outside the door for a minute and took in a deep breathe. Raising his right arm he was just going to knock on the door light enough to keep it on it's hinges. He exhaled, and...

"Yes? Maybe I help you with something?" Without him noticing Mr. Marx, the history teacher opened the door and greeted him. Gohan lowered his arm and bowed.

"Oh yes, sorry. I'm new here and according to my schedule this is my second class." Once again he pulled out his schedule just to be sure. 'Something about this guy just tells me I'm not going to like History very much.' Gohan couldn't help but put his right foot back, the way this guy was staring at him was quite intimidating and nothing like what he thought a teacher was supposed to be like.

"Your name?" Mr. Marx pulled out the newspaper he had laid out on each student's desk for today's discussion. Just as Gohan feared, it was the report on him from the previous day.

"M-my name?"

"Yes, Son, your name. you do have one, don't you?" The tall teacher kept his eyes scanning the paper, reading the report the department had done on his newest student.

"It's, uh, Gohan sir. Son Gohan." Hopefully he wouldn't run into the same problem he did in his first period class. Mr. Marx lowered his newspaper and held it to his side before readjusting his glasses.

"That's what it says. Welcome to class 492. Now, seeing as your late, I assume no one told you before hand that my class was down here on the first floor. Now let me explain something about this room and why it's down here. Now come inside so I can explain.

Gohan was a bit suspicious about what was written in that report as he never got the chance to read it, but he assumed that somewhere in there was a picture of him using his real name, and not 'Oxford', the name he's referred to by his grandfather's subordinates.

He entered entered the room behind the teacher who walked up the board and started writing on the board. "Floor. 1." He recited as wrote it on the left. "Room. 4, 9, 2."He wrote on the right.

"Now class, we have a new student joining us today, and I don't think I have to tell you what that means. We must inform Mr. Son here about how important History is. Now, Mr. Son, is there anything about what's on the board that looks of even the slightest importance?"

"Hmm, I find it odd how you worded the first part. 'Floor 1.' When you could have written 'first floor', with just words and no numbers. So that's the first thing that jumps out. Next there's the room number for this class and where's it's located. It's on the first floor, but it's classroom Four Hundred and Ninety Two. Very strange seeing as every other class I've walked by is numbered in correct order by floor and placement." He put his hand to his chin as he thought this out some more.

"Ah, you're very quick. So it is true what they say about you after all. Not much gets past you Mr. Son, does it? Now, have you figured out the connection between where this class is located and the number of the room yet?" He raised an eyebrow as the boy started walking up to the board and picked up the eraser and marker. He began to erase the word 'First' and 'Room' from the board.

"One. Four Hundred Ninety Two." Gohan recited.

"Now put them together." Gohan looked back his new teacher with a look of confusion. "Put them together." He reiterated while gesturing with his hands to the board.

'Put them together? How? Should I add them? 493? Can't be. Has to do with where the class is. I'll start with the one. Maybe if I rearrange the numbers somehow? 1942? 9421? 2194? These can't be it. There's more to what he said then what I'm thinking.'

Gohan stood at the board thinking as he stared at the board intently. "Just put them together. It's quite simple." Mr. Marx repeated.

'Just put them together?' He looked to the left side where the number 1 was. Then to the right where the number 492 was. 'Can it be? Is it really that simple?' He took another moment to ponder the thought before he erased both sides of the board and turned to face the intimidating teacher.

"You've figured it out I assume?" Gohan nodded. "Tell me what you found out."

"Well, Where do I begin? Actually, begin being the key word. You said to put them together. At first I thought you meant to put them together by some sort of math procedure, by adding them. But that didn't make any sense. But you mentioned that the numbers have something to do with where the class is located. It's on the first floor. 1. And it's the first classroom in the building. The beginning." He paused to take a breathe.

"Now that leave the number 492 to question and putting it together with the number 1. After some thought I figured you meant that in a literal sense. You had them arranged on the left and right side for a reason. So I put the numbers together and got Fourteen Ninety Two."

"And what significance does that number play in history? Class, if you will?"

"In 1492, Columbus Sailed The Ocean Blue." The class recited in unison.

"Good class. Now, Mr. Son. I expect you know the significance of this poem?" He eyed the young boy who seemed to be enjoying himself at the expense of killing time for class.

"Of course. That's the year Columbus discovered the new world."

"And?"

"And what?

"You see Gohan. May I call you by your first name? You see, everything has to start somewhere. Whether it's the building of a new landmark, starting of a war, or finding a new land. Everything has a beginning. 1492 was the beginning of a New World." Gohan had an idea where this was going with the whole beginning shtick.

"You know now why this classroom is located where it is, right?" Gohan nodded and added the trademarked Son Smile. "Good. You've passed your first test."

Gohan titled his head to the right. "A test?"

"Yes. Everyone who enters my classroom must first understand the importance of history before I can teach them anything about it. So I give them a test to see how many people are yearning to learn about history. The test is usually on a sheet of paper, but none the less it is very similar. I give them a copy of what I wrote here on the board for you and they have the entire first class they have with me to figure out the same question I presented to you. And if they don't pass the first time, they have to take it over until they get it right." He took a moment to pause and examine the boy over some.

"I'm quite pleased that the Ox Kingdom raises such intellectual children. How you begin your school career is entirely up to you and I look forward to being your History teacher, I can see there's much promise in you. But I am curious about something. Why is it that you are not wearing your usual attire for the weekdays? According to this paper, your formal attire for this day is a yellow tunic with green sleeves." He tossed the paper over to Gohan who looked as embarrassed as he possibly could have been, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

He held the paper upright masking his face as he bent it down in shame. 'They actually caught me wearing this thing? So embarrassing.' He lifted his head up and rolled the paper up in his hand. "I'm sorry to disappoint you Mr. Marx, but I don't even let any of my long time friends see me in that outfit. In all honesty, I only wear it at times to please my mom." The dark haired Prince looked just about flushed from embarrassment. But for some reason he didn't mind it. The teacher wasn't making that big of a deal over who he was and he treated him like he did the rest of his class.

"Ah, I see. You may be a Prince, but you're still a boy." The tall teacher turned his attention to his class and reached Gohan over to his side and pat his back. " Anyways I would like to once again say welcome to our school. Class! I'd like to introduce our newest student here at Orange Star, Son Gohan of the Ox Kingdom."

'Well, throw that first impression down the drain.' Gohan rolled his eyes. He waited for the 'oohs' and 'awes' and the whispers that usually came with that sort of introduction. He was confused but glad that they never came. The class just stared back at him with emotionless expression. Treating him like any other student.

"Now Mr. Son. Would you like to tell the class something about yourself?" It wasn't a moment later that he interrupted. "Actually, I have something I am hoping you can answer for me." said Mr. Marx

"Ok then, shoot."

"Well, you are near the age of 14 I assume as you are in this class. So, my question to you is this. Why is it that the first time the world hears of your existence was 3 years ago and not when you were born? You are of Royal Descent and I assume the birth of a Prince would be big news."

"I-I'd rather not say. I'm, I'm sorry." Mr. Marx as well as the rest of class noticed how the new kid's attitude just pulled a 180 and turned around. The History teacher knew he just strummed the wrong string.

"My my, it seems I've opened up a book tucked away. I'm sorry if something I said has saddened you your Highness. Please accept my apologies." Gohan wiped his dry eyes and looked up.

"It's alright, there's no need to apologize. It's my fault anyways. I'd like to take my seat now if you don't have anymore questions." He quickly scanned the room and didn't recognize a single person from his first period. That just meant he'd have to branch out and meet new people. He spotted one seat open in between to guys in the 2nd to last row.

"Oh yes, again I'm deeply sorry if I said something that upset you on your first day here. Go ahead and find yourself a seat wherever you can and we'll continue on with our lesson."

Gohan walked up the aisle, trying to get back into that excited mood he was in while solving the riddle. He didn't want to seem like an emotional wreck in front of his peers on his first day. He quickly found himself standing at the outside of the 2nd to last row. He found the seat between the kids boys and swiftly navigated his way to the seat.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked the two separated students.

"Yea sure whatever."

"Take it." Neither seemed to enthusiastic about Gohan being there. Nothing like the girl from his first class. They were quite the opposite.

"Thanks? I guess." Gohan sat down and didn't feel quite as ambitious as he was before. The aura around these two just seemed so, dull. Neither looked like they wanted to be there let alone be friends. Gohan decided to open up the newspaper that was laid out on everyone's desk and see what the press was saying about him.

'Hmm. Not much in here really. Prince 3 years ago. Blah blah blah. Little brother. Never seen with father. Jerks.' They didn't say many nice things about him, then again there wasn't much that was known about him. He read on.

'There is no known reason as to why the young Prince chose Orange Star as his school of choice, but we do know this. He had better bring his 'A' game if he wants to stand a chance at the premier school. Pfft. That math class is about 10 years too late to even grab my interest.' The newspaper as a whole wasn't very informative and didn't have many good sources to fill in the holes from. He crumbled the paper in his hand and made sure neither of the two kids next to him were paying attention.

With the ball of paper in his hand he rested his head on his chin to make it look like nothing was going on. He stared out the window and within a second the paper was reduced to ashes. He switches hands and leaned his head on the hand that burned the paper. He looked on and listened in to the teacher talk about the Ox Kingdom and random 'facts' about it's history.

Gohan figured he could sleep through this period seeing as he knew everything that was being talked about. In his 3 years as the Prince his grandfather had given him quite the History lesson about the land he ruled over. He was just about to doze off when the subject of something particularly recent came up.

"And so the Ox King was trapped outside of his castle for a number of years. It is said that out of a pit of anger the Ox King used his mighty axe and out out the flames, all the while destroying his castle. So, what have we learned from this little piece of history class?"

Gohan, hefted himself up from his seat and proudly called for the attention of the class. "Excuse me sir? If it's not a problem I'd like to correct you on what you just went over." Everyone turned their eyes over to the new kid, the person they were supposed to be head over heals by the fact that he had chosen their school.

"Oh, and what is it exactly you would like to revise?"

"Well for one, my grandfather doesn't have a temper and wouldn't ever do something so reckless. Two, he's not strong enough to destroy his castle just with his axe. I don't think he ever was that strong come to think of it." Gohan explained

"Really now? And just what did your grandfather tell you about how the fire was put out and how his castle was destroyed?" Mr. Marx lowered his glasses over the bridge of his nose and put down the paper in his hand.

"Actually no. My dad told me what happened."

"Hmm. That is interesting. You're father has not been seen in a very long time as I recall. It's been how many years since the 23rd Budokai Tekaichi? Almost 15 years now if I'm not mistaken? How is your father doing by the way?"

"Wh-bu-How? How do you know all of that?" Gohan was at a loss for words. How this man knew so much about him was unfathomable. Not many people knew so much about him. Only a select few knew this much about him, let alone his late father.

"Please your Highness. Give me some credit. I am a History teacher after all. There's not one bit of information out there that isn't interesting to me. I like to know about my students before hand. Usually I schedule a meeting with the family of the student during the summer or during one of the breaks where we often get some new students. But that seemed like a highly improbably situation with you. So I did all the research I could on the name 'Son.' Now if you don't mind. Please go ahead and say what you were going to say before I jumped in."

'Who, who is this guy? There's no way he can know that much about my family. Well, at least he didn't blow the whole 'Your dad won the 23rd Martial Arts Championship and was a great fighter' thing out of proportion. No one seems to have any clue what we're talking about.'

"Right. As I was saying. My grandfather couldn't have put out the fire because, well plain and simple he couldn't. Only one person at that time had the ability to do that. Master Roshi."

The whole class gasped all in unison as the teacher had to shake his head out of shock. Had they heard that right? The turtle hermit put out the magical fire? Why did no one know of this?

"Dude. You're kidding me right? The Turtle Hermit was born like a couple hundred years ago according to his biography. How could he have possibly done that? He should be dead by now shouldn't he?" It was one of those two gloomy kids he was seated in between. He had wavy black hair that came down to his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? I saw him not too long ago?" He thought for a moment. "Well, actually it's been like 3 years since I last saw the old guy. But he's definitely not dead. He's alive and well."

"Ok ok ok. So even if The Turtle Hermit was still alive, and I'm not saying he is. How could he have possibly put out the magical flames around the Ox King's castle?" Everyone honed in on Gohan as he was about to reveal what really happened.

"One word. Kamehameha."

------------

A/N: Wow. I can't express how much I appreciate all the support this story has gotten from a single chapter! That one Chapter alone got me as many alerts as Reviews I have for A Fight For Trust, which has 8 Chapters. That's insane. I'd like to thank everyone who supports this story. I don't want to disappoint and I only hope this story can live up to the standards set by you readers.

I was thinking of adding more to this chapter or at least quicken the pacing up but I think this was just fine I got in a lot more than I thought I would be able to. I'm proud of his chapter. I want it to be original. Unlike every other fan fic that has the 3 Amigos in every one of Gohan's classes (Guilty as charged for A Disturbed Savior), They are not in every one of his classes. I think I'm only going to make them in two of his 4, maybe 5 classes total. Switch things up some ya know

Well I await hearing from you all. Till next time.