Chi-Chi's eyes fluttered open under the light of the morning sun. Slowly sitting up, she glanced at her alarm clock, more than pleased that she'd awoke a minute before it was to go off. Smiling, she reached forward, turning it off as she stretched. That's when she suddenly felt a stab of pain in her nether regions. Of course, she'd had sex before, a number of times, but Goku was, well… Well-endowed, and she could expect to be a bit sore.
Ox-King smiled as his daughter entered the kitchen, wearing a lovely pink nightgown trimmed in pink feathers, "Morning, Chi."
"Good morning, Daddy." Chi-Chi answered, stepping through the room, making her way to the bathroom, where her clothes she'd picked out the night before were hanging.
After a quick shower, she brushed her teeth, then proceeded to dress in a white blouse and a long light blue skirt.
Making a quick trip back to her bedroom for her book bag, she slipped her feet into a pair of white sandals and hurried downstairs.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" the large man questioned as his daughter made her way to the door.
Chi-Chi turned on her heel, grabbing a doughnut off the table, "This will have to do. I'm going to be late for the bus."
"Bye, have a good day!" the Ox-King called, but it was too late. Chi-Chi was already hurrying down the sidewalk, where the bus was waiting.
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"Where's Son-kun? Late again?" Bulma asked, taking a seat at the back of the room.
"Yeah, he was pretty sluggish this morning." Krillin said, concerned for his friend.
"Poor guy." Bulma said, leaning back in her seat, slightly suspicious of her best friend's motives two nights ago.
Yamcha hurried in the room, knowing full well that their first period teacher was quite strict. Upon entering, though, he couldn't help but smile. Bulma looked as beautiful as ever, wearing a sleeveless violet blouse, a tight little black miniskirt, and a pair of matching violet sandals. Somehow, he felt a bit inadequate, wearing only a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, much like Krillin.
"Well, are we going to stand there and gawk all day?" the instructor said, hands on his hips.
As his student made his way to his seat, the teacher glanced at the source of the boy's staring, "Bulma, don't you think that skirt is a bit short?" With that simple statement, the entire class was whistling and laughing, "I think you need to go to the principal's office. Have them measure it to be sure."
Growling and red-faced, Bulma rose from her desk, marching out of the room more than infuriated.
Just as things quieted and class began, Goku barged in, wearing his usual gi and looking a little less than happy.
"Son Goku, what have I said about being late?" the instructor said, nearly yelling, "Go get a tardy slip."
"Aww, come on! One more and I'll have detention." Goku whined, on edge, but the teacher remained silent, hands on hips.
"Fine!" Goku exploded, turning and slamming the door in his wake, marching to the principals office.
The class stared in awe, one of the hinges of the door having broken away from the frame, splintering the wood, "Ugh, Goku." Krillin and Yamcha groaned in unison, both slapping a hand to their foreheads.
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"Goku, you know tardiness is unacceptable. Why are you always late?" the principle questioned, his hands folded together in a single fist, resting his elbows on his desk, and his chin on his fist.
Goku simply shrugged. He was more than confused and didn't feel like talking, let alone pleading.
"And I just got buzzed that you slammed the door on your way out, breaking a hinge or some such nonsense. Why on Earth would you do something like that?"
Goku simply shrugged again, refusing to give the pudgy little man the satisfaction of pleading for forgiveness. For some reason, he was acting totally unlike himself. He was never rude and never behaved with such violence.
"Well, I'm giving you a two hour detention after school today. I'd say you need to spend the rest of first period holding pales of water so that you know the weight of your actions and their consequences, but I'm afraid your grades won't allow it."
"I can't-" Goku began, speaking low.
"What?" the principle interrupted, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "I said, I can't go to detention, I have practice after school." Goku said with a scowl on his face.
"Very well, tomorrow then. Now get back to class." The principle said in annoyance, watching as the boy rose from his seat, marching out of the room.
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"Ms. Briefs, what have I told you about wearing such revealing clothes?" The redheaded secretary said in a squeaky voice, shaking her head, then, pushing her green-rimmed glasses back up onto her nose.
Bulma nearly lost control; she wanted so dearly to slap the annoying woman, "Is it too short or not?" she said through clenched teeth.
Just then, Goku stalked through the room, heading for the exit, and as he left, the janitor entered, "Mrs. Tipotto?"
"No, it's not too short, but I suggest you re-think your wardrobe. Dressing this way isn't very becoming of a lady."
Not waiting around for the woman to lecture her further, Bulma headed for the exit just as a plump round woman stepped in her way,
"Oh, sorry my dear," the woman said, continuing past.
"Mrs. Tipotto, that door was secured quite well, I don't know how he did it." The janitor said, her small voice giving away the fact that she was foreign.
"I see. Well, let's try and get it fixed, okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
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"Have a seat, we're taking notes, so get out some paper." The instructor said upon the return of his blue-haired student.
"What the Hell did Goku do to the door? The ladies in the office were talking about it." Bulma whispered, looking from Chi-Chi to Krillin to Yamcha. All three giving her a shrug in answer.
"Where is he anyway? He left before me." Bulma said, still whispering. Again, she got nothing but shrugs in reply.
"Ms. Briefs, am I going to have to send you back to the office? Get out some paper and something to write with." The instructor said, nearly yelling.
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Finally, lunch had rolled around and everyone but Goku was sitting on the steps, including Maron and Rio Senshu.
"I don't see how she gets away with it." Bulma whispered, gesturing to Krillin's on/off girlfriend, who was apparently on at the moment, since she was sitting rather close to him, a hand on his knee. However, Bulma was referring to her clothes. The aqua-haired girl was wearing nothing more than a combined green tube-top and miniskirt and matching high heels.
Chi-Chi, who was sitting between Bulma and Rio chuckled, "Maybe she sleeps with the principal." Both girls erupted into laughter. Chi-Chi couldn't have been in a better mood. Rio was more than interested in her, and taking on a flirtatious mood, she let a hand rest on the blonde-headed boy's knee.
"Hey, Goku! Held up in fourth period again?" Yamcha questioned through a smile, knowing full well that his friend was unable to keep out of trouble. All he got in reply, however, was a nod.
Goku quickly approached Chi-Chi, "I need ta talk to you." was all he said, waiting patiently for her to finish what she was eating and walk with him a ways away from everyone.
"What's this all about, Goku?" the raven-haired girl said, whose hair happened to be pulled into a high bun.
"I just wanna know what happened at that club." Goku said, his voice sounding no where near as in control as it had moments ago.
"Nothing. It was nothing. Why? You haven't told anyone have you?"
"No, well, I did tell Kril-"
"What?" Chi-Chi interrupted, slightly upset, "He's not going to tell anyone is he?"
"No, he's not I just wanna know what we're gonna do now? I mean, are we goin' out now?"
"Oh, Goku, I wish you could understand." Chi-Chi said, putting on a mask that spelled out sadness, faking that she was on the verge of tears.
Goku glanced up, eyeing the soccer captain, "I think I understand." He said, his voice returning to that cold, in control tone.
"Hey, where are you going?" Chi-Chi called, watching as he turned, walking at first, then jogging, and finally running full speed in the opposite direction. Shrugging the whole matter off, she returned to her seat along side her friends.
Krillin suddenly sprung to his feet, "What the Hell is he thinking?"
All eyes quickly went to Goku, who was now flying full speed away after jumping high into the air, "Kami, is he flying?" Rio questioned, rising to his feet as well.
"Something's not right. What's bothering him?" Yamcha said, looking to the others.
"Something's not right, all right, the dude's flying!" Rio said, squinting when the orange clad "dude" was out of sight.
"Chi, what did you say to him?" Bulma said, looking to her friend with concern in her voice.
"He…He asked if we were going out-" she began.
Krillin quickly approached her though, "Kami, Chi-Chi what the Hell's wrong with you? How could you have done this to Goku of all people?" he said, interrupting.
Chi-Chi didn't say a word, instead picking up her books and her bag, and leaving everyone to wonder in silence. Rio Senshu followed, however, still going on about how "the dude" had been flying.
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"Hey, Chi-Chi, wait up!" Bulma called, running to catch up with her friend. The bell had finally rung, setting them free.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Bul." Chi-Chi said, continuing to walk.
"I just wanted you to know that I think I know what's going on. And I don't like it, but you are my best friend. How can I stay mad at you?" Bulma said, smiling wide.
Chi-Chi smiled as well, her thoughts suddenly lost on her as a loud vehicle passed. Both her and Bulma looked up to see a black, old style motorcycle pass with a rather handsome fellow riding upon it.
"Hey, that's the same guy I saw outside the club Saturday" Bulma said, narrowing her eyes to see that he still had the same scowl on his face.
"He's pretty hot." Chi-Chi said as her bus pulled up.
"You!" Bulma said, punching her friend in the arm, both of them laughing, "Well, see you tomorrow?"
"Yup! Bye!" Chi-Chi said, climbing onto her bus, waving out the window as it pulled away.
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"Hey, Krillin, do you know what's going on with Goku?" Yamcha whispered, stepping over to his friend. They were in the boy's locker room now, getting dressed for after school practice.
Krillin looked up to see that Goku was quite a ways away, quickly removing his shoes and shirts. It seemed he'd forgotten his clothes, again.
"You know he and Chi-Chi… Right?"
"Yeah." Yamcha said, speaking in a voice just above a whisper as he finished dressing.
"Well, she told him she-"
"Krillin, I don't really want everyone knowin'." Goku said, suddenly standing right beside them.
"Uh, Sorry." Krillin said, pulling on his sneakers. Like all the other varsity boys, he was wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of black shorts, both reading: Athletics Dept.
"Come on, guys! Five minutes!" the coach yelled, stepping out as quickly as he'd stepped in.
"What were you thinking at lunch today?" Yamcha said, hoping to change the subject, "Chi-Chi told Bulma that she'd convinced Rio not to say anything, but man, that was risky."
"Really, Goku, you're going to get yourself killed like that, especially if people figure it out." Krillin said in a hushed whisper. Without saying a word, Goku nodded, then, turned and headed out the door.
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"Son, where the Hell are your clothes? How are you going to practice in pants?" the coach said, his brows meeting naturally. Goku simply shrugged, he just didn't care anymore. What was the point of arguing with the guy anyway? He'd go away with a headache, nothing else.
"Ah, get in there. Maybe you can work your troubles off on the field."
Goku looked up at the man, slightly surprised. It was the smartest thing he'd heard in a while, and for it to be coming from the ill-tempered man was an utter shock. He was just going to have to work it off. Training. Suddenly, he had a strong urge to train; train like he'd never trained before, however, soccer was going to have to do for now.
"What's coach thinking, he never let's anyone practice unless they're dressed out." Yamcha said, watching as Goku ran out onto the field in nothing but his orange gi pants, tied with a blue sash.
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Many goals later, they were all panting, sweating like farm animals, all except Goku that is. They'd been practicing for nearly an hour longer than usual, yet the coach refused to end it. He'd never seen such an outstanding game.
Goku's eyebrows furrowed together, slanting in concentration. They'd just switched teams and Rio Senshu was opposite him. The guy was just too perfect. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, muscular, popular. No wonder Chi-Chi was all over him. Of course, why did he care? He didn't even like Chi-Chi like that. Something wasn't right though. He hated this guy. He really hated him.
"What's wrong with Goku?" the coach asked, having blown the whistle to begin moments ago, "Has he finally had enough?"
Suddenly, Goku was running forward, the ball just before him, and with one swift kick, the ball was flying forward. It made contact with Rio's face with a slam, sending him flying at least ten feet back. Everyone's mouths were hanging open. It wasn't possible.
"G--- Goku, what are you thinking?" Krillin asked, running up to his best friend.
"I dunno. I have ta go." He said, turning on his heal and heading for the locker room.
"Er…Right, that's enough for today. See you guys next Monday," the coach said, watching as the boys headed off for the locker room, "Hey, Brewer, give me a hand with Senshu."
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When they'd gotten to the locker room, they'd found that Goku had already left. Yamcha and Krillin ignored all the whispers and gossip as they got dressed. Luckily, none of that gossip suggested the truth. That there fellow student was in fact an alien. Otherwise, they'd have a much bigger problem on their hands.
"Well, see you tomorrow!" Krillin called, taking off in his Capsule aircraft.
Yamcha, waved, pulling out of the parking lot in his white Capsule sports car.
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Goku leapt into the air, flying at top speed. He had to get away from them. If he stayed a moment longer he might do something else he'd regret.
