Tails and Full Moons

Chapter 3: Back to School

Gohan and Videl had been training for 6 days now. On the second day of the training, Videl and the Sons returned to the son home. Videl learned to control ki, ki blasts, flying and powering up. Currently both were sparring as they flew in the air. Gohan was trying his best to stay at Videl’s level, but it was tough. His sai-jin blood kept screaming at him to beat Videl.

Videl was having her own problems though. Gohan was moowerowerful and had a larger reserve of ki. Videl had just learned to use her ki, but she could feel her power level raise after every spar, meditation or exercise. Gohan also had a few more advantages: experience, techniques and skill with ki. Videl had none of this, but she did know hand-to-hand combat very well. A decade of no ki skill or training forces one to learn hand-to-hand fighting. With this in mind, Videl was keeping close, not giving Gohan a chance to fire ki blasts.

Gohan was getting frustrated at the way Videl just kept close to him. She was using her own abilities to their fullest. Gohan could also tell that thought Videl’s speed and strength were staying the same or increasing, her ki level was at a third of it’s maximum. He knew she could not sustain this level of exertion for long.

After several more punches form Videl, Videl flew back and held up her hand. “That’s enough for now,” she said. Videl landed on the ground and collapsed onto her back. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. Her blue combat suit and white armor were covered in damage, sweat and blood.

As Videl calmed her body, Gohan landed next to her. He was exhausted as well, but not physically. Forcing his body to stay at such a low level was mentally straining, but he did not mind. Such forcefulness with his power will help him control it better. Gohan laid his body down next to Videl’s. He turned his head to look at Videl’s face. He saw that Videl had a smile on her face.

“That training felt very good,” Videl said.

“I bet,” Gohan said, “sai-jin blood has the desire for fighting, even if it is just training.”

“Yeah, but the fact that you are teaching me is what makes me happiest.”

Gohan smiled at the thought, Videl was happy to train with her mate.

“Gohan,” Videl asked.

Gohan turned back to Videl and spoke, “Yeah?”

“I remember Vegeta telling me about the ‘Oozaru’ form and you need to control it or you go on a rampage.”

Gohan was curious as to where Videl was going with this. Over the past few days, both had learned to block their thoughts from one another. “Continue,” Gohan said.

“I was wondering if we should have Vegeta teach us how to control our selves as Oozarus.”

Gohan thought about that, If we could control our Oozaru forms, the both of us could reach new levels of power that Vegeta could never with out his tail. The only problem would be Vegeta willing to teach us. But we should learn how to control the Oozaru from. “Ok,” Gohan said, “we’ll talk to Vegeta about teaching us to control the Oozaru form.”

Videl smiled and closed her eyes. Gohan followed by closing his own eyes. They fell asleep like that, just basking in the sun.

* * *

“What am I going to do about that boy,” Chi-chi asked. “He is so much like his father. All he wants to do is train, eat, sleep and be with Videl. Goku I wish you were here so you could help me out. But then again you probably would like what Gohan wants to do. Ooh, this is too much for me. My baby is growing up, he has a mate, he is now training AGAIN, and Gohan’s mate is a sai-jin as well!”

Goten was watching his mother while she ranted. He was waiting for lunch, but his mother had not started on it! This is bad, Goten thought, mom has forgotten to fix lunch! What am I going to do!? I’m gonna starve! Goten’s stomach then rumbled to show it’s hunger.

Chi-chi stopped ranting when she heard Goten’s stomach. “Sorry,” she said, “I’ll go fix lunch now. Go get Gohan and Videl. Tell them that if they are not here for lunch, they will have to wait till dinner to eat!”

Goten nodded to his mother and ran out to find is brother. His arms were back as his hair and gui were whipped by the wind. Goten laughed at the feel of the wind. In seconds he capon pon Gohan and Videl. Goten saw that they were asleep on the ground. Goten smiled and jumped full force onto Gohan’s stomach.

* * *

Gohan’s eyes burst open as all the air in his lungs was force out. He looked up to see Goten smiling innocently at Gohan while standing on Gohan’s stomach. Gohan groaned and spoke, “Goten, what you do that for?”

“Kaa-san said that if you don’t eat lunch, you and Videl won’t get to eat until dinner,” Goten responded.

Videl shot up at the knowledge food would be withheld from her. She looked to see Goten sitting on Gohan and smiling at the terrified older sai-jin. “What’s with the food being taken away,” Videl asked.

Goten turned to Videl and explained. Her eyes became the size of saucers. Videl suddenly grabbed both Sons and began fly at top speed to the Son home. Videl burst through the door once she was at it.

Chi-chi looked up to see Videl with Gohan over her left shoulder and Goten under her right arm. Chi-chi almost laughed at the sight as she spoke, “Sit down and I’ll get the food.”

Gohan’s face was embarrassed, Goten had confusion written on his face. Videl then set the two boys on their feet and sat down at the kitchen table. Goten sat across from Videl while Gohan sat next to Videl, with only a few inches to spare. All three looked to Chi-chi who began to serve up lunch.

It took a few minutes to get the food all on the table. The three sai-jins’ mouths were watering. Chi-chi saw this and sat down. She served herself and then spoke, “Eat.” All hell brokose.ose. Goten went for the chicken and rice. Gohan dove at the fish and fruit. Videl began to devour the rest. It took just ten minutes to clear the dishes of edible food.

Once the food was gone, Gohan and Videl stood up. But before they could leave the kitchen, Chi-chi stopped them. “Hold it you two,” she said, “tomorrow you will be going back to school. I let you take 6 days off, but you will be going back tomorrow, Monday morning.”

Both teens groaned as they left to go train more before dinner. Gohan was intent on trying to teach Videl the ‘Kamehameha’ before they had to go to bed.

* * *

Gohan was nervous about returning to school. He and Videl had not been there in a week. Couple that with the fact they both disappeared at the same time. Not only that, but Hercule himself had publicly declared Videl to be missing. Now the two teens were flying at Videl’s maximum speed to Orange Star High. Considering that Gohan’s home was about 500 miles (800 kilometers) from the school, they would arrive in a total of 10 minutes.

Once they were both near the school, they landed on the roof. Videl looked to her mate and felt his anxiety. “I feel the same way,” Videl said to Gohan.

“I know,” he responded. Gohan reached out his right and took hold of Videl’s left hand. He gave her a squeeze and smiled softly. Videl smiled back. Gohan turned to the door and opened it. They entered the stair well and walked down the stairs to the first floor, their hands still together and their fingers intertwined.

At the bottom they were greeted by Erasa. Gohan gulped and Videl smiled nervously.

“Where have you guys been,” Erasa called out as she ran to the sai-jin mates. “You two disappeared at the same time a week ago. What were you doing? And what are you wearing?” Erasa’s questions were accompanied by an insinuating look and smile.

“Uh, what are you talking about,” Gohan asked nervously while laughing.

“These are special training clothes that are custom made,” Videl said, referring to the blue skin-tight clothes that looked like spandex. Videl then blushed at what Erasa meant by ‘doing’.

“You didn’t?!” Erasa looked at Videl’s blushing cheeks. “You did!”

“Hush,” Videl said, “this is a private thing.” Videl emphasized her point by holding her finger over her lips.

Erasa grinned and quietly asked, “Spill, how good and big is Gohan?”

The boy in question blushed and Videl answered, “That is for me to know.”

Erasa frowned and spoke, “If you won’t tell me, then lets get to class.”

Gohan and Videl sighed as Erasa left in the direction of their first class. As they were walking down the halls, both Gohan and Videl heard the whispers about their disappearance, rumors, speculation and the fact they were holding hands. Once they reached the door to their first class, ‘English’, Gohan opened the door.

Everyone turned to the open door when they saw Gohan and Videl enter the class. They were wearing blue spandex-like jump suits with white boots and gloves. What was truly surprising was the fact they both had simian tails wagging behind them and holding each other’s hands.

The female teach approached them. “Where have you two been,” she asked rudely.

“Taking care of personal business,” Videl answered with some anger in her voice.

“Why does Videl now have a tail,” one classmate asked.

“That’s complicated,” Videl answered.

“What caused you guys to disappear,” another asked.

Gohan looked to Videl and spoke through their bond, :What should we tell them?:

:I don’t know,: Videl responded.

:I tell a partial truth,: Gohan said. Gohan looked at the class and spoke, “I had a massive, and spontaneous, internal bleeding problem. Videl got me to a hospital that is run by a family friend.”

“Enough questions, take your seats,” the teacher said.

Videl and Gohan did so. As they walked up the stairs, they saw that Erasa was sitting in her seat next to Sharpner. Apparently she had snuck through the door and sat down in her chair while the entire class was occupied with Gohan and Videl. Once they reached their seats, Gohan and Videl sat down. Their tails were wagging slowly and lazily behind them and near the ground. The two put down their bags and grabbed the needed materials for the class.

Before the class started, the school intercom hissed, buzzed and screeched. “Attention students,” the speakers wailed, “you will all report to the school theater for a surprise assembly!”

Gohan and Videl heard the announcement, but both had been wincing through out the announcement. Their sensitive ears were hurt by the screeching speakers. As their ears calmed down, they got up and followed the class to the school’s theater.

Gohan had not been to the school theater so was a bit surprised at it’s size. He saw about 2,000 chairs, enough for the entire school body. The chairs were separated into four sections. The sections were arranged in a square. The sections were divided by the main isles. You entered right at the cross roads of the isles. In front of you were the front two sections. These sections were not very angled up at the back bec the the stage was above them. Two your left was the third section and the fourth was on the right of the entrance. Gohan and Videl went to the fourth section, all the way in the back. There, they were practically all alone.

It took almost 20 minutes for the entire student body to find seats. Once everyone was seated, the male principal, Mr. Fujimia, came out onto the stage. He walked up to a podium that was set up with a microphone. “Attention,” he s Th The entire theater quieted. “We have a new tradition for this school, an assembly to celebrate the Tenkaichi Boudokai. The reason behind this is in remembrance of those who died at the hands of Cell. Even though they some how came back to life, it only happened once Cell was dead, killed by the Tenkaichi Boudokai champion, HERCULE!!!”

Gohan groaned at where this was going, another publy sty stunt by the idiot Hercule.

:Don’t worry Gohan,: Videl said, :I will have a heart-to-heart with my daddy tonight.:

Gohan looked at Videl and replied, :I’m going too to, support you.:

Videl turned to Gohan and gave him a dazzling smile. She then turned back to the stage to see who was first to speak. What they saw made Videl curious and Gohan scared as hell. Bulma and Vegeta were on the stage.

* * *

Vegeta did not know why he had to come to this baka school. Everyone there was weaker than many of the Capsule Corp. employees. Yet, the reason he came along was simple: the onna threatened ‘no sex’ again. If fasting, no GR and the couch did not work, a lack of sex would break the proud Ouji. Vegeta growled at the thought of the power held over him.

“Good morning Orange Star High School,” Bulma said. Whoops, hollers, whistles and cat calls were heard. Vegeta stepped up behind Bulma and glared at EVERY guy that gave a whistle or cat call. Every one shut up. “As you know, this assembly is meant to commemorate the people tdieddied fighting Cell,” Bulma continued. “I was invited because I know several fighters that fought in past Tenkaichi Boudokais.”

Vegeta scowled more and closed his eyes. He pictured that weakling Yamcha. Then Vegeta pictured himself doing every kind of physical damage to the baka. Vegeta smiled at what his mental version of himself and Yamcha were doing.

“The fighters I know are Krillen, Tienshinhan, Yamcha, Master Roshi,” gasps were heard at the mention of Roshi, “and a deceased friend of mine, Son Goku.” The whole auditorium burst out into whispers when they heard that not only did Bulma know Son Goku, but that Goku was dead.

* * *

Gohan listened intently to Bulma’s speech. She talked about the history of the various fighters that she mentioned in detail. The only things that were left out involved ki, the dragon balls, aliens and other ‘abnormal’ activities. He was very pleased with the way Bulma was describing them. Gohan smiled.

“. . . and that concludes my presentation,” Bulma said. “Any questions?”

“Do you know Satan Hercule,” Sharpner asked. Gohan saw it was Sharpner and was not happy.

“No, I don’t know him, nor do I want to,” Bulma answered.

“Why,” a female student asked.

“He has berated my friends, who I consider brothers and sisters to me.” Bulma did not like where this was going.

“But they are fakes,” a random student said. Others began to murmur in agreement.

Gohan’s blood began to boil at what his friends, his FAMILY, frauds and weaklings.

“They are not fakes!” That shout was sby sby some one with a bigger ego then Hercule, Vegeta. “If anything, they have more honor, decency and wisdom then ‘Afro Man’.”

Gasps were heard around the room. Then random shouts were heard around the room, “HERCULE IS THE BEST”, “HE SAVED US FROM CELL”, “HERCULE WOULD NEVER LIE” and more were heard.

Gohan, Videl and Bulma all sweat dropped. Vegeta on the other hand was rolling around on the stage laughing. Bulma sweat dropped more.

“You actually think that moron is the best!?” Vegeta said while still on his back. “Hell, Bulma could knock that hairy ass onto his ass!” Vegeta began laughing again, he just sounded like King Kai!

Bulma began to snicker when she heard what Vegeta was thinking. “Ok,” Bulma said through giggles, “I think my husband and I have worn out our welcome.” With that said, Bulma grabbed Vegeta be coe collar and began to LITTERALY drag his ass across the floor and off stage.

“I don’t know if that was good or bad,” Videl said to Gohan.

“Yeah,” Gohan said. His tail had been wagging in agitation as the hair bristled during the entire ‘Q and A’ portion of Bulma’s presentation.

The principal then walked back out onto the stage. “Uh, ok,” he began, “now for our next guest, Satan Hercule!”

The entire school burst out into cheers as their hero came out the stage. “YEAH!!!” Hercule cried out, his arms above his head and hands in his traditional ‘V’. “I bet you are wondering why Mr. and Mrs. Briefs said I was weak, right?” The auditorium burst out into cheers. “That Vegetable guy may have looked tough, but he was weak.”

“If you want a weakling, look in the mirror,” a voice said from the crowd. Every one turned to see Gohan standing up, pissed as hell. He had changed though. Gohan’s short hair was now golden yellow, as was the fur on his wagging tail. Gohan’s eyes were no longer the pupiless black, but pupiless teal. To top it off, Videl stood to the left of Gohan, though not transformed, but just as pissed.

Hercule looked passed Gohan and right at his ‘missing’ daughter. “Where have you been young lady,” Hercule shouted out, still ignoring Gohan.

“I have been taking care of the man I love,” Videl said with a glare that made her father proverbially ‘shit-his-pants’.

“WHAT?! Are you ng tng that you have been staying at a BOY’S house?” Hercule was furious at what his daughter just said.

“Yes,” Videl calmly said, “I had to keep Gohan here from dying.”

Hercule then looked at Gohan and panicked. The big man screamed and began to cower behind the podium. The entire crowd saw this and looked at the new school ‘nerd’. What they saw made their small minds overload and shut down. Gohan was transformed into a Super Sai-jin.

Gohan began to walk down te coe cowering champion with Videl to his left. Both had their tails proudly displayed, heads held high and glares that could not be matched. Murmurs began to arise amongst the crowd. Many students noticed that Gohan looked like the so-called ‘gold fighters’ from the Cell Games. Others began to wonder if Gohan was sane. Some wondered why Hercule was cowering behind the podium. The last were a small group of several girls who were talking about how Videl got Gohan before they did, especially with the ‘cool’ hair that Gohan now had. They even wondered if ‘all’ of his hair was now gold.

Both teens now arrived at the stage. Gohan jumped up, followed by Videl. They walked over to the podium and around it to come face-to-face with the ‘Savior of the World’. They saw a sight that was truly pathetic, one that would even break Vegeta. Hercule had his right shoulder to the podium, face in his chest, arms over the left side of his head and legs bent and brought up to his torso with the cape acting like a blanket.

Gohan looked at the crowd with his glare and took the microphone from the podium. Gohan then proceeded to break, bend, mangle and crush the mic and every piece of it before dropping what was left to the ground.

“Daddy,” Videl said with venom and sarcasm, “come with us.”

Hercule looked through his hands and at both teens. He nodded dumbly and stood up. His body shook at the sight of Gohan, but owedowed both Videl and Gohan off the stage.