Disclaimer: I have a job now. A real life job that pays real money.
*starts rubbing her hands gleefully* Do you realize what this means?
Someday I shall have enough money so that I can TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Or, failing that, I'd gladly buy DBZ. ^_^ I don't own
DBZ yet, but someday... someday... *trails off into another bout of
On another note, credit goes to my sister for the professor's name.
Thanks a lot, sis!
High School? But I'm an Alien!
Straightening out a few imaginary wrinkles in Radditz's shirt,
sighed happily. "You look really handsome in those clothes, Radditz.
I bet that you'll have to beat the girls off with a stick! If only
let me cut your hair..." she trailed off longingly, fingering a lock of
his spiky black hair.
"No, thank you," Radditz muttered sourly, deftly snatching his hair
away from his sister-in-law. "I like my hair just the way it is, so
off!" Dressed in a neatly pressed, white button up shirt that sported
school badge, black slacks, and shiny black shoes, the Saiyan male
the spitting image of what every mother wished their teenage son looked
like on the first day of school. Except, of course, for the hair.
"But it's so long!" protested Chi-Chi, despite the fact that they'd
already had this argument. "It makes you look like some kind of
"Mom, it's a little late to be worrying about Radditz's hair."
one hand on his mother's shoulder, Gohan held out his other wrist so
mother could read the time on the watch he was wearing. "School's about
to start and he needs to get to class." He and Chi-Chi had accompanied
the young teen on his way to school to make sure he didn't get lost and
that everything went smoothly. Looking his mother in the eye, Gohan
added, "You wouldn't want him to be late, would you?"
"Of course not!" Chi-Chi fumed. "It's the first day of school! He
to make a good impression on his teachers, Gohan. How could you even
such a thing?! Radditz, you get into that school right now, young man!
And Gohan, you go with him to make sure he finds his classroom."
Radditz suppressed an amused smile at the skill with which his
manipulated Chi-Chi into ending her last minute fussing. "Yes, ma'am,"
he sighed, adjusting the shoulder strap on his book bag. He didn't
feel like fighting with Chi-Chi today, despite the fact that he didn't
appreciate being ordered around like some stupid chibi. It just wasn't
worth it, especially when going into the school meant that he would be
getting away from her that much sooner.
"Don't worry," said Gohan as he led his young uncle into Orange Star
High, weaving in and out of the horde of students who were all heading
to advisory. "It's not so bad once you get used to it." He paused to
one of the several lists posted on the walls that sorted students into
rooms alphabetically by their surname. "Let's see... Son... Son... Here
we go. Tenth grade, Q through T, room 215. That'll be on the second
Son Radditz. Since Saiyans didn't have surnames, Chi-Chi had decided
that Radditz and Bardock that it was only logical that they share
family name. Radditz shook his head. It felt weird having two
when, for all his life, just one was sufficient. "Yeah, yeah. Let's
get on with it," he grumbled, following the demi-Saiyan up the nearest
flight of stairs.
By the time they reached the classroom Radditz was supposed to go
his ears were ringing from the noise created by hundreds of chattering
teenagers thundering through the halls. Don't any of these baka
know how to walk quietly?! Rubbing his poor, sensitive
the irritated teen paused outside the door to room 215 to peer warily
the classroom. Gohan had explained that advisory wasn't actually a real
class, just the place where students would receive their schedules so
know which class they were supposed to be in. He probably wouldn't see
most of these students again, but there was still a chance that some of
then would be his classmates for the rest of the year. Seeing the crowd
of gangly, pimple faced, loud mouthed teenagers, Radditz couldn't help
but make a disgusted face. Kami, I'm going to have to go to school
these whey faced whelps?
"Now remember, Radditz," Gohan said in a low voice, pulling his
aside into a relatively isolated spot. "Try to keep your power
check. I know it's hard, but you really don't want to cause a panic or
draw too much attention to yourself. Remember that humans can't jump
than a few feet into the air, they can't fly, they can't use ki, and
can't hit much harder than a Saiyan toddler. At least, that's what
says, anyway. I wouldn't know, since the only Saiyan babies I've ever
were Trunks, Goten, and Bra, and they're not exactly typical kids."
"I know, I know!" Radditz growled impatiently. "We went over this at
least half a dozen times already!" Folding his arms across his chest,
teenage Saiyan scowled in the direction of the students in room 215. He
didn't much like the idea of having to keep a low profile by pretending
to be a pathetic weakling like the rest of his fellow students. So he
strong. So what? He was a proud member of the strongest fighting race
the universe. He was supposed to be strong! It wasn't his
problem that most humans were naturally inferior....
Except that it was his problem. Even he had to admit, grudgingly,
he didn't really want to have a bunch of students either screaming in
every time they saw him or constantly pestering him about his inhuman
Ignoring Radditz's bad attitude, perhaps even empathizing with it
a degree, Gohan smiled encouragingly. "Better go take your seat before
the bell rings. Good luck, Uncle Radditz." The nineteen year old Saiyan
stuck out his hand.
Radditz sighed, then clasped the hand briefly. "Bye, Gohan," he
not bothering to watch as the other boy walked out of the room.
he took a deep breath and turned to face the tiered rows of desks and
filled with boys and girls who didn't seem to know how to shut up. Half
of them were standing up talking to old friends, leaning against the
on the next step up the tier, while others were sitting in their
on the desk, or on the floor. Well, sitting was more of a relative
since some of the kids had their legs propped up on their desk or were
hunched over so they could lay their heads on the table top. A couple
them were even outright snoring. Radditz cracked a smile at that. Obviously,
I'm not the only person here who doesn't like getting up early, he
thought with an ill concealed yawn.
Shouldering his book bag, the wild maned teen headed for the nearest
available seat and plopped down in it. He was tempted to follow the
of the other sleepy students and rest his head on the desk, but the
chose that moment to go off, killing any ideas he might have had about
catching a few more minutes of sleep with a few well timed, annoying,
loud rings. Loud to his ears, anyway. "I could quickly learn to
dislike that thing," he growled under his breath, giving the little
fixture on the side of the wall an evil look.
"If you think that's bad, wait'll you hear the buzzer they use over
the P.A. system whenever they want to make announcements to the
a black haired boy sitting to his left laughed ruefully. "Man, that
is obnoxious!" The teen thrust his hand out and grabbed
hand without permission, giving it a hearty shake. "Tape, Scott. I take
it you're new to Orange Star High." The kid laughed again, giving the
that liked to laugh a lot. "You'd have to be, or you'd already be used
to the bell."
Radditz quickly disengaged the unsolicited handshake with a grimace
of distaste. "Son, Radditz," he muttered, quickly turning to face the
of the room to avoid any more invasions of his personal space. He had
desire to socialize with anyone right now, thank you very much. What
the hell is a 'P.A. system'?
"Radish?" Scott chuckled loudly. "That's funny. You don't look like
a radish to me!"
A low growl rumbled in the back of Radditz's throat and his eyes
dangerously. If he wasn't in the mood to socialize, he certainly wasn't
in the mood to have his name mocked!
"Oh, stop teasing him, Scott," a lilting soprano interrupted
visions of bloody vengeance. Scowling, the fifteen year old alien
around to see who had spoken. The fact that it turned out to be a
blond girl with bright blue eyes didn't lessen the dark expression on
face one bit. From her seat in the next row up the blond leaned over
desk and winked conspiratorially at Radditz. "Don't mind him. He's
like that." She held out a delicate hand for Radditz to shake, only to
have the other boy completely ignore the gesture. Seemingly unfazed by
his rudeness or by his intense, irritated stare, she sat back in her
and flashed a dazzling smile. "My name's Rubber, Sementa, but you can
Though he had absolutely no interest in responding to this girl,
Radditz was relieved by her apparent decision to be on a first name
basis with him. The practice of referring to people by their family
name was, to him, awkward and impractical, especially if more than one
person from that family was present or well known. If someone called
out "Son" or "Mr. Son" or, heaven forbid, "Son-kun", they could easily
be referring to Goku, Gohan, or even Goten! Best encourage the girl to
call him by his first name, too. Maybe others would pick up on it and
follow suit. "Fine," he grunted. "So long as you call me Radditz."
For some reason, this response caused Sementa's eyes to light up and
a flurry of giggles to erupt from both her and the two girls sitting to
either side of her. Wondering what exactly it was he'd said that was so
funny, Radditz scowled at the trio of teenage girls, then abruptly
turned away with a loud "hmph!" Unfortunately, this only sparked off
another bout of titters and giggling whispers that, for the
most part, were indecipherable, except for the repeated mention of his
name and the letters "Q" and "T"... probably referring to the letters
that had been used to sort this particular group of students. Deciding
that ignoring them was the only way to deal with them, the long haired
Saiyan folded his arms and concentrated on pretending his gaze alone
could burn holes into the blackboard in front of him.
At that moment the door opened and in tottered what must have been the
most ancient creature Radditz had ever seen. The bent and wizened old
man was leaning heavily on a knobbled wooden cane, looking as though he
was about to keel over and croak on the spot. The whole class quieted
down and the young Saiyan watched, wide eyed, as this specimen of
living decay shuffled over to his desk and fumbled for a sheaf of
papers laying on top of it. How in the world did someone manage
to get so old
and still be
"Good morning, students," the aged teacher wheezed, then abruptly broke
out in an alarming fit of coughing that had Radditz convinced that
they'd be burying him before the end of the day. "Sorry about that," he
apologized. "Allergies." One hand dipped into a pocket in his
brown tweed coat and retrieved a white cloth which he used to wipe his
nose. Before Radditz had a chance to wonder what "allergies" meant, the
old man continued. "My name is Professor Gerry Atric. I apologize for
being late. These old bones of mine don't handle stairs as well as they
used to. Now then, before we get on with advisory, I will call role.
When I call your name, you will answer by either saying 'here' or
'present'. And do not mumble. Just because I have an expensive piece of
technology in my ear," he tapped his ear, "doesn't mean I will either
understand or tolerate unclear speech. Quest, Chun?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here."
"Over here!" the bubbly girl announced with a happy little wave to the
teacher. To Radditz's surprise and horror, the old man actually blushed!
Fossils that old shouldn't
have any hormones left worth speaking of! At least... he thought
that was the case. He
hadn't ever actually met
someone as old as Professor Atric before, after all. What was he, two
hundred, three hundred years old? How long did
it take to lose
all the color
in your hair and get that many wrinkles? For that matter, how did a
person live that long without being killed? With an uneasy feeling in
the pit of his stomach, Radditz realized that this man must be a very
great warrior, despite his seeming infirmity. He would need to keep a
close eye on this Professor Gerry Atric. Resolving to watch his step
around this elderly teacher and do his best
to remain in his good graces, Radditz turned his attention back to what
the decrepit man was saying just in time to hear Professor Atric call
out his name.
Much to his annoyance, Scott Tape leaned over and nudged him in the
side with his elbow. "That's your cue, Son," the other boy whispered
with a grin and a wink. Radditz glared back. Every time Scott opened
his mouth he managed to drop Radditz's opinion of him lower and lower.
If he had his way, no one
would call him "Son". Besides which, the annoying teen didn't seem to
know how to stay out of people's personal space, and it was becoming
more and more tempting to... return the favor. With interest.
"Is Son, Radditz here?" the teacher asked, interrupting Radditz's train
The Saiyan teen shot off one more warning glare at Scott, then calmly
raised his hand. "I'm here."
Professor Atric adjusted the pair of glasses that were perched on his
nose, then focused his rheumy eyes on Radditz. "Ah, yes, there you
The pencil in his hand darted quickly across the piece of paper in his
other hand, no doubt to make a mark next to the Saiyan's name to note
his presence. "Sors, Dulsiz?"
"Just Siz, please," came a meek reply from somewhere in the back of the
The professor made a mark on his sheet, but otherwise ignored her
request and moved on to the next name. There were only a few names
left, including Strait,
Tedge, who apparently hadn't bothered to come to school today, Tape,
Scott, who laughed when he said "I'm here!", and Text, Latina, whose
nose remained firmly planted in the book she was reading, simply
raising one hand to indicate that she was present. Reaching the end of
the list of students, Professor Atric placed a final mark on the sheet
of paper with his stubby pencil, then set the attendance chart down on
"Right, then," he began, allowing his watery eyes to travel around the
room, resting only briefly on each student. "Most of you probably know
the drill, as this is your second year at this high school, but there's
usually at least one person who has never attended Orange Star High
before, for whatever reasons. For starters, this is only an
advisory period. You will not be coming here on a regular basis, but
only on days when special announcements or instructions need to be
given, such as your class schedules." Another bout of wheezing coughs
wracked his frail body, making Radditz's eyes widen with alarm. Was
this it? Was Professor Atric about to die? "Blasted allergies,"
Professor Atric muttered, too quietly for anyone to hear him unless
they had a Saiyan's acute sense of hearing, then quickly straightened
as much as his stooped frame would allow. Apparently Professor Gerry
Atric wasn't quite as on the verge of death as Radditz had first
believed. The old man broke out in another fit of coughing-
-then cleared his throat and reached for a brown packet lying on his
desk, seemingly oblivious to his approaching hour death. "When I call
your name, please come up and get your schedule."
Once again, the aged professor started calling out names, leaving
Radditz to puzzle over why he hadn't handed out the schedules the first
time he called their names. One by one the students made their way up
to the front of the room, where Professor Atric handed them a sheet of
paper, then returned to their seats. When Radditz's turn came, he stood
up and approached the white haired man at a respectful pace, still
determined not to do anything to raise this man's ire. Taking the
proffered schedule from the teacher's unsteady hand, the Saiyan teen
bowed deeply before walking back to his seat. Although he didn't see
the startled expression on Professor Atric's face, he did hear the
snickers that came from several of the students. What was so funny?
"Brown noser," one boy whispered loudly, eliciting a few more snickers
from several nearby kids.
Confused by the
comment, Radditz quickly rubbed his nose and examined his finger for
evidence of dirt, which only seemed to increase the laughter coming
from the teens. Sensing that he was being made the butt of some inside
joke, Radditz scowled at the offending teenagers. "My nose is not
brown," he declared fiercely.
Apparently this response was too much for them to handle, because they
promptly burst out in laughter. There were even a few chuckles from
some of the other students who hadn't laughed earlier at Radditz's bow.
"Yeah, maybe it's not now
but if you keep kissing people's butts it won't stay that way for
long!" another boy jeered. Radditz's face flushed with an uncomfortable
mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"Son, Radditz, stop clowning around and return to your seat at once!
Professor Atric barked
sharply, snapping Radditz out of his thoughts of killing or severely
maiming his mocking classmates. It was only respect for the venerable
old professor (and maybe a little fear of the consequences of
disobeying) that kept the Saiyan boy from acting on those impulses.
Instead, he glared darkly at the other teenagers, then quickly sat down
at his desk. He could contemplate their bloody murder after school.
"Good one, Son!" Scott whispered upon Radditz's return, clapping the
other boy heartily on the back... or on his hair, since Radditz's long
spiky mane pretty much covered his whole back. He made a poor attempt
to hush his laughter so as not to attract the teacher's attention, but
even at the reduced volume it still grated on Radditz's nerves. "'My
nose is not brown,'" he chortled, doing a fairly good impression of
Radditz's voice. "I'll have to remember that one."
"Just. Shut. Up," Radditz growled. He was not
in the mood to
put up with any
more of Scott Tape's annoying attempts at conversation.
With a twinkle in his eye, Scott nodded sagaciously and said, "Right.
Gotta keep it down for the prof. We can talk about it after advisory."
Apparently this guy didn't know how to take a hint. Radditz had
absolutely no intention of talking to Scott after class, or after
school, or ever again in his whole life
if he had anything to say about it! In fact, the only interaction
Radditz was even considering having with Scott at this point was
extremely physical and guaranteed to permanently end the problem of the
other boy's constant pestering.
"You all have your schedules," Professor Atric started speaking again
after passing out all the schedules. "Once the bell rings, you're free
to go. You'll have ten minutes to find your classroom, but I'd suggest
you go straight there to avoid being late. Your teachers are likely to
be lenient, seeing as it's the first day, but don't count on that being
the case for the rest of the year. For now, you're welcome to sit and
talk to your friends, so long as you keep it down." With what looked
like an expression of relief, the frail old man sat down behind his
desk, the joints of his bones making audible noises that made Radditz
Someone abruptly snatched his schedule out of his hand, causing
Raddit'z head to whip around to find the perpetrator. He growled when
his eyes landed on the person holding his schedule. Scott Tape again!
"Give that back!"
"Sweet!" Scott exclaimed excitedly, shoving both Radditz's schedule and
his own practically into the Saiyan teen's face. "Look, Son! We have
exactly the same schedule! Isn't that great?!"
Just a reminder that almost everything
in this story is solely from Radditz's point of view. The motives he
perceives people to have may not necessarily be their real motives.
Interpretations of appearances and actions are severely skewed and
My biggest problem while writing this chapter was the fact that I would
to use Original Characters.
I do not like stories with
prominent original characters, mostly because those OCs tend to be
poorly written and start taking over the main character's role in the
story. I particularly
OCs who become romantic interests! They are almost ALWAYS badly
characterized, thinly veiled author inserts. When I first started
writing Sementa's character, I realized I had a big problem on my hand.
By virtue of her character type and description, she seems like the
perfect Mary Sue. I hate
Sues. And besides which, Sementa isn't supposed to be anything like
one, anyway. So I ended up having to spend quite a bit of time and
thought figuring out ways to subtly indicate to the audience that she
was not going to be one, that she was merely a pretty, slightly ditzy
blonde. I sincerely hope I succeeded.
Now, if you all would be so kind as to review... ^_^