Okay guys, this is my first fic ever so please be nice. Also, I'll take some constructive criticism, but don't flame me because its yaoi. If you're uncomfortable with this stuff then don't read it. Easy enough, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different.

Trunks- Soooooo, you're seriously gonna go through with this, huh?

Kaiser D. - And why shouldn't I?

Trunks- Because you can't write for shit!

Kaiser D. –Hey, that's mean!

Goten- Yeah, Trunks, your writing sucks just as much.

Trunks- Heh shows what you know! I got an A+ on the last seven papers I wrote.

Goten- So if Kaiser's and your writing is the same then--?

Trunks- Kaiser's writing is good?

Goten- And they call you the smart one.

Trunks- Hey! What's that supposed to mean.

Goten- I'll give you three guesses.

Trunks- Oh, you're good.

Kaiser- You done yet?

Goten and Trunks – YES!

Kaiser- Jeez! No need to get testy.

Trunks- Can we just get on with this?

Kaiser- Fine, fine.

The Test

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Trunk's P.O.V.

'Well, another wonderful day in the life of Trunk's Briefs. Wait, did I just refer to myself in the third person. No, Trunks, you're not psycho at all. Oh, crap I did it again. Okay, are we in first per-- Oh crap now I've got a split personality. What the hell is wrong with me? First it's third person, then this we crap comes in. Now, back to my regularly scheduled life. First I fail a math test because I'm distracted by thoughts of Goten, then I can't focus on what my friends say because I'm distracted by Goten, and then Goten asks me something and I can't focus because I'm distracted by Goten. Now, above all that, I have to go back home and be schooled on running C.C. Then dad's probably going to want to train me for the upcoming tournament, and I just can't take all this pressure anymore.'

Okay, here's the full story. I was eighteen years old, I was in love with my best friend Goten but was too afraid to admit it, and I was faking that I was completely lost with the whole C.C. thing because I wasn't ready to run it just yet. I was under a lot of stress basically. That day, however, would be the start of my new life, whether I knew it or not, and it changed all because of one little decision.

'Maybe I should just accept my fate. I'm destined to run C.C. sooner or later, and I'm doomed to be single forever. Maybe it's time to stop playing dumb with mom, time to show her what I can do.'

I walked into the house slowly, hoping to at least make it up the closest flight of stairs unnoticed. However, as soon as I stepped through the doorway I was tackled by my nine year old little sister, Bra. She was a bit pesky sometimes, oh who am kidding, she was pesky all the time, but she was still pretty cute. I shoved her off me with ease and headed towards my room, Bra trailing close behind.

"Sooooo, what'd ya do today?" my little nuisance of a sister asked me.

"I woke up, I went to school, I came home, I got tackled," I responded in a monotonous voice.

That was the same answer I gave her every day, partially because I thought it was funny but mostly because it was true. I could never tell, though, if it annoyed her or entertained her. Either way, it worked for me.

"Me too!" she replied excitedly as if us having the same basic day was something to be relished.

"You got tackled by your little sister?" I asked her, somewhat sarcastically.

"Yup."

"Uhhhh, women."

"Yup."

"Alright, Bra, Go bug someone else. I've got to go take mommy's test okay."

"Yup."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Yup."

"Are you a boy?"

"Yu-- HEY!"

"So you can talk."

"Yup."

"Dork."

"Yup."

After my very in depth conversation with Bra, I went down to talk with my mom. She was the one that was giving me the C.C. lessons. I needed to get these things over with because with my stupidity act I had only managed to delay the lessons' end by three months so far. It was the moment of truth. My mom was either going to break out, extremely angry, or she will be completely understanding. She's kinda random that way.

"Hey Mo-om!" I screamed to the blue haired woman practically at the top of my lungs.

"Hun, I'm right here. You don't need to scream. Besides, I'd prefer you didn't because I prefer having ears that work."

"Oh, sorry mom."

"What do you want, hun?"

"I want to take your C.C. final."

After that there was a fairly long uncomfortable silence as mom stared at me with eyes of confusion and an 'are you serious' look. When she realized I was all that came out was--

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha, trunks you've been failing my class practically the entire time. I can't just give an unprepared student the final exam."

"Mom, I'll make a deal with you. If I fail the final, I will never question your judgment again, promise. However, if I pass with 100, I'll never hear another word about these classes again."

"Deal. From now on though, don't question my judgment at all."

"Oh ... err ... okay."

With that said I followed her into the study where she gave me the final, and, for once, I didn't think about Goten.

trunksisonehornylittlegaybastardainthe.ofcourseicantsaymuchaboutgoteninthatrespecteithernowcani.oh,butwaityoudontknowanythingaboutthatyet.

Trunks- My life isn't that complicated, really. I'm just your average everyday multibillionaire genius.

Kaiser- Oh, you're too modest.

Trunks- Shut it you ass hole

Kaiser- Why don't you, bitch

Trunks- Oh you did not just call me that. Goten, did he just call me what I think he called me

Goten- Yes, and personally I think you're both right. Kaiser you're an ass, trunk's you're a bitch, and me, well, I'm a perfect little angel.

Kaiser- Should we kill him now or later

Trunks- Oh, now, most definitely.

Goten- Okay, I'm running now.

Well how was it? Be brutally honest, I don't care, as long as somebody reviews. I need confidence people. Without it, I'm just your average, everyday, psychotic writer. BBFN (Bu-bye for now.)