The General

Chapter 1 – First day of School

A/N: Just so you guys know, this is my first fic and I am not the best of writers. Some other things to worry about, Gohan is 15, so are all his friends from school. Goku is still dead, but he will come back afterwards. Goten is still 7, I like the idea of their ages being closer, rather than 12 years apart. Gohan and his family are living in the Ox kingdom with the Ox King. Gohan is also neither socially inept nor naïve. There will also be no Buu or Sayaman or Gold Fighter. There will, however, be a villain of my own and a plot of my own. There will also be a superhero that is not retarded. So without further ado, on with the story …

It was a calm morning, full of sunshine and chirping birds, the peace only marred by explosion-like noises and very loud groans. Wait, explosions? Loud groans? What's going on here?

Gohan was enjoying a very short but dreamless sleep, that is, until something small and very hard started bouncing up and down on his stomach. He groaned, loudly, but for a while, he ignored the bouncing. The bouncing, however, was hell bent on ruining Gohan's short, but sweet, sleep, so it started bouncing faster. Still, Gohan ignored it. Now the bouncing thing was getting annoyed, it seemed, because the bounces became even faster, harder and a lot more insistent. Finally, Gohan could no longer ignore the building pain in his midsection, so he slowly fluttered his eyes open with a groan to find out what the incessantly bouncing object was.

Gohan was startled to find that the bouncing object was not an object, but a person. As his eyes flew open and his brain started waking up after sleeping for a short time, he realised that this person was in fact a small child. What the? Goten? Gohan thought, his brain still foggy from sleep.

"Nii-chan, wakeupalready!" young Goten was hyper as ever, even though it seemed to be very early in the morning.

Goten was dressed in an orange gi, a fighters attire, which was unusual for a child of his age and size. A navy belt was wrapped around his waist, tied into a tight knot at the front of his trousers. The trousers themselves seemed dirty and muddy, as if he just ran through a field.

For the time being, Goten decided to stop his torture on his older brother's stomach, seeing as he was already awake. He climbed off of his brother and sat down on the floor.

"Jeesh, squirt, you didn't have to jump on me to get me to wake up. You could have just called me." Gohan sat up in his bed and swung his leg off the edge and onto the floor. He scanned his large, neat room for any pieces of clothing lying around. There seemed to be none, which seemed to satisfy the young teen.

"ButItriedtocallyouandyoudidn'twakeup!" Goten spewed out his words a million light years a second.

(A/N: "But I tried to call you and you didn't wake up" is what Goten said. In case someone was confused :P)

"Okay kiddo, I get it. Now if you don't mind, I need to change so I am presentable for the day. God knows what Mom would do to me if I wasn't. Probably ten whacks on the head with The Frying Pan of Doom, but you never know; it can always be more." Goten cringed at the prospect of such brutal punishment and promptly left the room in silence.

Gohan stood up, revealing his sleeping attire: a midnight blue pyjama top with stars and moons etched on and a matching pair of trousers. He slowly walked over to his bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair and do whatever he does in the morning.

A few minutes later, after his teeth were brushed and his hair was combed, he walked out of the bathroom with a thoroughly soaked shirt-front. Apparently, he spilled something on his pyjama top while he was brushing his teeth, but what he spilled, no one will ever know. It most definitely wasn't water. It shall always be one of those things mankind wondered about.

Deciding to change out of his very comfortable sleeping attire, he walked over to his closet and pulled out his favourite clothing: a long-sleeved, white button-down shirt and a pair of bright orange trousers.

Gohan pulled his pyjama top over his head, revealing a very well defined torso and back. A tattoo of a green, spiralling dragon could also be seen on his back, accompanied by 7 balls of the brightest orange. The balls themselves were etched with dull red stars, ranging from 1 to clusters of up to 7. The dragon seemed to be crying out a battle cry of utmost ferocity, a battle cry fierce enough to shake the heavens and crush the underworlds.

At that moment, a strong and cold breeze decided to flow in from the open window, ruining the mood and reminding Gohan that it was the middle of January. Not a very good time to remain topless and admire his tattoos.

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Gohan walked into the dining room minutes later, to find his brother wolfing down a breakfast that seemed to be large enough to feed an army for days. Gohan joined his little brother in a hurry, scared that nothing will be left for him, and started to wolf down the breakfast at twice the speed that his brother was eating at. Surprisingly, nothing was spilled and no dishes were broken.

Within minutes, the humongous breakfast became non-existent and several servants came in to take away the dishes. After the dishes were taken away, the Son brothers sat there, patting their stomachs. Until their mother walked in, that is.

Chi-Chi was wearing one of her favourite yellow Chinese dresses and her hair was done up in a tight bun. As soon as the beautiful woman walked in, both boys sat up in their chairs and paid rapt attention. They knew what happened when their kaa-san was peeved and being one of the Universe's strongest warriors did not save you from the wrath of Son Chi-Chi. You incur the wrath of Son Chi-Chi, you pay the price.

"I see you have finished your breakfast. Goten, you have studying to do. Go to your room and finish your Trigonometry and Biology homework. I want you to tell me the name of every single vein and artery in the human body and the body of a Tyrannosaurus Rex before Noon, or you get no lunch." Goten scampered off to his room as fast as his small body would allow upon hearing this news, the idea of missing a meal was inconceivable to the young glutton. Gohan wasn't too worried for his brother; he knew his mother would never deprive her little baby from a meal. She might, however, do something a little bit more painful. Whack him with The Frying Pan of Doom, for example.

"Gohan, I have very good news for you. Your ojii-san and I have decided that you need to get some time off from your duties as a Prince and make some friends." Chi-Chi was being unusually cryptic, her normal blunt nature getting overshadowed by her lust for dramatics.

"What do you mean, kaa-san? I have friends. Krillen, Yamcha, Tien, they're friends, aren't they?" Gohan was confused, very confused. His mother was scaring him, though that wasn't a very rare occurrence.

"Yes Gohan. They are your friends, but they are all over twice your age. It's about time you were introduced to people that were not either twice or half your age. I am becoming old, you know. I want to see my baby happy." Chi-Chi was still being cryptic, overdramatic and something that wasn't seen of the usually strong and stern woman. Son Chi-Chi was being sentimental. Gasp.

"Okay kaa-san, you have lost me. I don't know what you are on about anymore. You are not getting old mom, you're only 35, though you look like you're still in your early twenties." Gohan said, trying to compliment his kaa-san out of her teary state. It was not working, though.

"I know Gohan, but it's old enough. I want to see my baby happy, and I want GRANDBABIES!" The exclamation at the end from Chi-Chi was loud enough to be ear-shattering to a normal person, but to a certain young demi-sayin with very sensitive hearing, it was not pleasant. Blood trickled out of both of Gohan's ears.

"Okay, fine kaa-san. I get what you mean. Just tell me what you want me to do without yelling." There she goes, on about Grandbabies again Gohan thought miserably. He walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a stack of paper towels. Picking one out, he wiped the blood from both of his ears. Gohan was no stranger to neither blood nor pain, it seems.

"Well I was getting to that. We thought it would be good for you if you went to high school. It's the beginning of the year, and you are just old enough to go to high school." Chi-Chi explained, seeming to have calmed down and returned to Earth from Cloud Nine.

(A/N: I thought I would explain this right away. I don't know what the semesters and stuff are in Japan, and I don't want to be using the ones for England. The only other one I know is of Bangladesh. So, I am using a mix of what I know from the place I am in now, England, and my home country, Bangladesh, and created a semester timeline unique to me and this story.)

Wait, what? High school? Is she kidding me? I already finished all my college and university modules. Heck, I already finished PhD in 5 subjects Gohan thought, completely and utterly baffled.

"But kaa-san-" /CLANG/ Gohan was interrupted by a very sharp pain in his cranium. It appears that his kaa-san had pulled out her weapon of mass destruction, the very same weapon that was deemed to be more dangerous than a Nuclear Bomb, more dangerous than 1,000,000,000,000,000 metric tonnes of TNT. The Prying Pan of Doom!

"No buts young man, and you will not argue with your kaa-san. That is final!" Chi-Chi yelled. She handed Gohan a slip of paper that appeared in her hand out of thin air.

"Here is the school's address. There is a map on the paper. It is now 6:45am, if you leave now, you will make it for classes today. The school has no uniform, so you can wear anything you like. Remember, I will accept no bad reports from the school. Now, leave for school, get a good Princess and make me some GRANDBABIES!"

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Gohan walked through the main entrance doors at 7:15am. The official starting time for the school was at 7:45am, but he liked to be early. He fixed the position of his book bag on his hip and walked over to the receptionist slowly, deliberately.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" The ever gloomy receptionist asked. She was an average looking woman in her mid-twenties. She was dressed in crisp clothing, consisting of a red blouse, black trousers and a green blazer. Her face was literally caked in make-up. Disgusting Gohan thought, catching a look of the overly powdered face of the receptionist.

"Hi, I am a new student here and I am a bit confused as to where I am supposed to go and what I am supposed to do right now." Gohan replied in his overly polite voice, reserved only for the politicians that appear at his ojii-san's meetings.

"Name?" the receptionist asked, curious as to who the new, handsome boy was.

"Gohan Oxford" Gohan replied, ignoring the lustful glint in the eyes of the female. His kaa-san had entered him into the school with the surname of his ojii-san and his ancestors rather than that of his otou-san. His otou-san was famous, so using his name was out of the question. Gohan's ancestral name was, however, less well known.

"Here." The receptionist handed him a slip of paper, the lustful glint lingering in her eyes. "The rooms are ordered according to the floors. 1-99 are on the ground floor, 100-199 on the first floor and so on."

"Thank you." Gohan took the paper and walked off hurriedly, leaving the receptionist befuddled. Was he not affected by my beauty? the receptionist thought in anguish. (A/N: .)

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Gohan was currently waiting outside his first class. He heard the teacher introduce him to the class.

"We have a new student in our class. That's your cue, m'boy." The teacher said, unnervingly cheerful for a Chemistry teacher. Gohan walked in quickly. For the first time in his life, Son Gohan was nervous. Seeing as it was Gohan, that was saying something. He had faced Frieza, the most terrifying tyrant the Universe had ever seen. He had faced Cell, a crazed bionic monster hell bent on killing him and his family. Gohan had been terrified, he had been petrified, he had been traumatised, but never in his life had Son Gohan felt the emotion called nervousness. That was something new.

"Erm … Good morning, everyone. My name is Gohan Oxford." It felt weird calling himself Oxford and it felt weird saying is first name first and last name last. (A/N: erm lol?) "I have many interests. Reading and writing are two of them." Gohan said, still managing to not stutter, despite the massive amount of nervousness he felt.

A sudden outburst of murmuring annoyed the teacher. Although the murmuring was quiet enough for the teacher to not hear what was said, Gohan heard everything perfectly with his sensitive hearing.

"Nerd," one jock burst out.

"He has no muscles," said another.

"He's so cute," muttered a girl.

Oh god, why do I get the feeling I am going to hate every minute of my life from now on? Gohan thought, once again, miserably.

A/N: Well that's it for the first chapter. I had to reign myself in and stop myself from writing anymore. I will be writing larger chapters as I go along. To my first readers, expect another chapter or two in a few hours.

Question of the chapter: How old do you think I am?

Hint: I am not an adult.