Note: Yes, yes, I know I’m ment to be working on “Learning To Be Evil” but this idea won’t leave me alone so I’ll post this chapter and any others I happen to write but I’ll concentrate on my other fic so this one might not be updated very often (unless I get heaps of reviews telling me to hurry up).

Prologue:

It had been four and a half years since the legendry Goku Son had died at Cell’s hands. Four and a half years since Cell had died. Four and a half years since Gohan Son had killed him. Four and a half years since Hercule Satan had stolen Gohan’s credit. And four and a half years since Lime had befriended Gohan.

…

Once again Lime had dragged Gohan to Satan City Shopping Centre so she could ogle some guys while her best friend ‘snacked’ (gorged himself by anyone else’s standards). This time there was no one worth checking out so she just stared around.

He entered and immediately caught Lime’s eye. How could he not? If you looked up playboy in an encyclopaedia, his picture would be right beside it. On his arms were two stunningly beautiful girls. Gohan suddenly went quite and Lime turned to check on him. Gohan knew he was staring but he didn’t care: the girls were stunning.

“I wish I was that good with girls,” he said to Lime, not realizing just how bored she was.

The moment the words were out of his mouth, Lime knew how to relieve her restlessness. She leaned back and surveyed her drooling best friend. He had potential to be handsome but he had such a ‘good boy’ attitude that no girl would ever fall for him. It would be hard to fix but she knew she could do it.

“Hey, Gohan?”

“Mmm?”

“Do you want me to teach you how?”

“How what?”

“How to be that good with girls.” He looked at Lime as if trying to stare right into her brain.

“Can you?” Lime rolled her eyes at him.

“Of course I can otherwise I wouldn’t have offered.”

“Uh, okay.”

…

Six months later, a check-in girl at the airport eyed off the hottest guy she had ever seen, including models from various ads. He had his arm slung around the shoulders of a brown-haired girl. The blond bimbo felt a surge of jealousy: what was a guy like him doing with a girl like that. For heaven’s sake, she didn’t even have any make-up on!

Gohan and Lime ignored the expressions of jealousy and lust on the faces of every girl who could see Gohan. This was the last time they would see each other for a long time; they didn’t have time for their favourite game: ‘spot the girl drooling over Gohan the most’. Lime sniffed, trying to hold back tears.

“Aww, come on, Limey, don’t cry. It’s only two years and we’ll call each other all the time.”

“I suppose,” she answered.

“Come on, Lime!” called the old man standing behind her.

“I’m coming, Grandpa.” She turned back to Gohan. “Don’t you dare let you’re mother turn you back into the mama’s boy you used to be.”

“Don’t worry: I like being the way I am now.”

“Lime!”

“I’m coming. Bye Gohan.” She suddenly hugged him and, to the surprise of those who couldn’t see past his womanizing exterior but not to her, he hugged her back.

“Bye Limey.”

…

Lime rushed off the plane, glad to be back at last. She pushed her way into the throng at the arrivals hall.

“Lime!”

She turned to try to see who had called her name but, before she could, she was pulled up into a hug against the hardest chest she had ever felt (and she had felt a lot). She tried to squirm but the arms that held her were just as steely as their owner’s chest. Suddenly, they let go and a hand tipped her chin up so she was looking straight into the eyes of the person who had called out to her, the grin spreading over his face making her heart speed up and a blush spread across her face.

“Hey, Limey. Long time no see.”

“Gohan?” Lime could barely believe it was him; he was just so, well, HOT. Not hot, nor hot but HOT. His hair was pretty short but long enough to stand up, almost unnaturally, just like Vegeta’s. His high cheekbones and strong jawbones were only enhanced by his sharp nose. But his eyes were the most dangerous thing about him. They seemed to draw you in and not let you go. Lime, not used to them, would have fallen if Gohan hadn’t reached out to steady him. His low, deep chuckle was almost as bad.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he joked.

“Somehow, I think you probably get too many and I will have to bring your ego back down to size.”

“Lime.”

“Yes?”

“There’s no one I would rather have doing it than you.”

They both burst out laughing. After two years, things were finally back to normal.

…

“Alright, pencils down,” announced the examiner and the two teenagers doing the entrance exam complied. They both seemed almost scarily smart so he had no doubt that they would get into Orange Star High even though one of them had never been to school before. He watched as Lime Osate (A/N: I just made up her last name) and Gohan Son left the room, chatting happily.

Orange Star High didn’t know what it was in for.