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"Did you make any new friends?" Gohan asked with a smile as he cleaned off his glasses.

Trunks rolled his eyes at the older half saiyan. "No. All of the kids there are stupid."

Gohan readjusted the unnecessary accessories back onto his face. "I'm sure that's not true."

"They're all obsessed with dating," the twelve year old made a face. "I mean, who goes around falling in love at twelve? It's stupid."

Gohan cracked a loose smile at that. He could remember when he was twelve. His situation had been different from the average twelve year old's. Back then he had still been grieving for the father he had barely known. He had also been helping to take care of and raise Goten. Plus he hadn't needed to look around to find someone to fall in love with. You'd been there for him; why look around for girls his own age when the perfect one had been in front of him all along?

Unfortunately you hadn't stayed in front of him the whole time. You'd run off going on four years ago now. And he'd spent the better part of three years trying to find you. Nothing. It was like you vanished. He knew why too - he'd done something that ruined everything. Not that Trunks needed to know any of that.

"You'll see when it happens to you," Gohan smiled good naturedly. "When you fall, you'll fall hard. Trust me. I did."

Trunks made a face, "I don't want to hear about you and Videl."

The older halfling faltered for a moment. The lack of truth in his smile had been barely noticeable. He hadn't really meant Videl. She was a great girl - a great woman. She really was. She challenged him and didn't back down from a fight. She even had a good heart and wanted to help everyone! But...she wasn't you.

"Where's Goten? He was supposed to come over today."

"He's probably with dad. Mom wanted him to help keep dad on track."

Gohan felt that the short laugh Trunks gave in response was appropriate.

"I promised to look in on them after I was done with classes for the day."

The amusement on Trunk's face faded. "You have more classes?!"

"Sure do," Gohan nodded. "I have an introduction to early childhood education in an hour. I just stopped by to get something to eat and say hi."

"...you're taking way too many classes."

This time it was Gohan's turn to laugh. His was more of a chuckle as he and Trunks started to clean up the late lunch plates.

"I want to graduate early. This will be my last year before I have my bachelors. Then I'll get to move on to my masters."

"You study too much," Trunks critiqued. "This is your second year at university and you're already almost done. When do you have time for fun?!"

"Studying is fun. Because I know when I'm done with school I'll be able to do whatever I want. My teacher Naomi taught me that."

Trunks blinked as he looked up at Gohan. Gohan didn't notice the look of surprise and confusion mixing in his eyes. A teacher named Naomi...Huh, what were the odds?
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You smiled as you looked around the class. As you watched the students get sorted into the theatre seating, you continued to chew on the meal bar. You'd gotten there a little early all things considered. Which was why you were able to see as all of the young college students filed into the smaller lecture hall. By the time the clock said that it was time to start, you'd finished your snack and took to center stage behind the podium.

"How many times have you been told 'Welcome' this week?" You asked with a smile as you looked into the crowd. "Too many times I'm guessing right?"

You grabbed a couple of stacks of paper. The stacks quickly added up to a level that you should have at least struggled to carry with one hand but you didn't. You passed out a handful of syllabus to each row as you passed and then back down the other side as you continued back to the podium.

"For those who chose this class just because it fit into their schedule—"

You stopped when the back door to the lecture hall opened up. From the way the student slowly crept into the class you could tell that they knew that they were late. So you purposefully waited for them, staring at the late college student which ended up making half of the class stare at the young adult. When you saw the face, however, you stopped breathing.

Four years and you still knew the face that had been above you; the face of the child who forced himself to grow up too soon.

Gohan.

He was so much...smaller...than you remembered him being that day. Even so, everything inside of you started to panic but you held it together as best you could. You swallowed and squeezed your eyes closed, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. The students that had been following your gaze eventually returned their attention back to you. You cleared your throat more than once trying to get your nerve back up.

Mentally you willed yourself to go through the obligatory introduction, "My name is Naomi Zendara. You can call me Miss Zendara, Professor Zendara, or Professor Z if you'd like. This is my second semester teaching at the college level and I only teach a couple of classes throughout the week here so unfortunately my office hours really are limited to what you'll find on your syllabus. Does everyone have one by now?"

A hand shot up into the air, the one hand you really didn't want to see given the circumstances. Unfortunately as the responsible professor you were supposed to be...

"Yes?"

"I don't have one," Gohan said as he looked at you with wide eyes behind his equally large glasses.

"That's because you came in late, to the first day none the less," you slightly admonished him as you grabbed for one of the extra copies you had at the podium. You held out to the side and looked at him with more confidence than you really felt, "Come on, come get it."

As you internally panicked, Gohan stood straight up. Somehow you got the feeling that there had been a desk in front of him, it would have gotten over turned or broken. Thankfully he hadn't maneuvered the small table attached to the side of his chair to rest in front of him yet. His footsteps down from the back thundered in your ears as you continued to talk.

"As you can see, the fifteen weeks have been split up into different age groups. After today we'll get started on the prenatal stage as it affects the development of the brain. We'll spend three weeks on prenatal and infant development just so there's a basic understanding for the bulk of this class."

By the time you'd finished saying that, Gohan was right beside you. He reached for the paper with the same sort of deer in the headlights you felt internally. You shakingly looked at him while trying to keep your composure. The moment you did, you felt his fingers brush your hand and he took in a breath that, to anyone else, you prayed looked like he was just nervous. To you it almost looked like it was filled with some sort of awe and relief at the same time. His touch lingered longer than necessary as he slowly took the paper from your hand. The funny thing was that even though you'd let go he hadn't really moved back.

Licking your lips nervously you turned your gaze back to the majority of the student body and continued the introduction of the class that you'd practiced. "For...for... ten weeks we'll work our way up all the way to the end years of what's considered early childhood. That's usually the ages three to eight for normally developing children. Then for the last week before the finals week, we'll also cover middle childhood and adolescence just for the fun 'what if' questions that may arise over early development."

He still hadn't left.

"Uh...okay, I know this is a later class and that it's the first week back to school for most of you. I can pretty much hear all your stomachs rumbling and the yawns you're trying to hold back. So for today, we'll get out early. Just remember to review your syllabus and pick up the needed supplies and textbooks if you haven't already gotten them. If you have any questions about what to expect from the class, you can find my email on the first page. Class dismissed."

The majority of the students hurried out. A couple of them frowned at the fact that you weren't going to start immediately. Which meant that they were slower than those that were happy to get out early. You hurried back over towards the desk in the corner where you'd put the majority of your things. Unfortunately the one person you wanted to get away from at the moment was the one person not moving.

Unless you counted catching your wrist as moving. In which case he did that very well. You were practically yanked off your feet by how sudden the motion was.

"Teacher..." he finally breathed out in surprise.

"Gohan, let go," you hissed at him quietly, hoping that the passing students hurried out before they overheard anything.

"It's...it's really you!"

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp, much to his utter surprise. Instead of raging at him over such an inappropriate action you simply turned your back to him. Thankfully by the time you'd gotten to your desk and started to pick up your things, the rest of the students had pretty much filed out. It wasn't that big of a lecture hall after all.

When you stood back up you pretty much felt Gohan standing right behind you. You straightened your spine as your heart hammered in your chest.

"What do you want?" you asked him quietly without turning around to see his expression.

"What?" he seemed so confused, the tone sounded younger than he was by now.

"I asked you what you wanted. What can I help you with?"

"I..."

He cleared his throat as he swallowed. His tongue felt like it was made of lead. When you started to turn around to stare up at him he seemed completely surprised by how dark your irises were now. Something that had taken a long time for you to get used to as well.

"Yes?"

"Why did you leave?" Gohan asked in a whisper as he searched your face.

"You know why. Now if there's something that I can help you with as your professor, we can keep talking. Otherwise I'll see you in the next class."

You'd started passed him when he stopped you again. This time he'd moved so that his hand was around your upper arm. You could see him taking in deep breaths. He was probably shaking inside at the same rate you were. You felt like his hand was going to burn your arm from how warm his palms had gotten. Reaching across your chest, you used the other hand to start removing his own.

"Gohan?"

Gohan looked up towards the back of the lecture hall where Videl was standing, waiting for him.
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