I've had this story in my head for a while and apparently the fates were with you all. I had nothing to do in S.Studies so I pulled out my handy dandy notebook and wrote the first thing that came to mind, this!
Disclaimer: DBZ is one of my all time favorite anime/magna so I enjoy writing fanfictions. Get it?
Little Trickster
She sat in the front of the class with her long black hair facing towards the back of the room to those who sat behind her. When she got up at the end of class, her eyes looked around at those who sat watching her, envying her. Her eyes always seemed to linger longer on one certain boy. However she never noticed the someone who stared at her. Not out of envy; this person stared at her out of rage, jealously. This person hated her for liking him.
Chapter 1
"Goten!" A hand came out of a nearby door and yanked him by the hair. "Come here!" He was dragged into an empty classroom with shock overwhelming every part of his body. His books flew out of his loose grasp as one hand tried desperately to yank off the offending hand. His attempts at freedom failed and his books were left in the hall on the verge of being trampled by oncoming walkers. "Look at this!" A piece of paper was shoved in his face as the door shut behind him.
Dances? Forget them! For all of you who don't wanna spend your Friday night at the Spring fling than head over to my place. That's right. It's another sure to be amazing party at the King's palace. 7 o'clock till the cops come!
"Stupid, huh?" A face appeared in place of the flyer; bright blue eyes shown with laughter.
"Well, not really." He pushed the boys face away. "Some people actually like to have fun, ya know Trunks.
"What're you saying? That I can't have fun? His face contorted with anger as he leaned onto a nearby desk.
Running a hand through is already messed up hair (courtesy of Trunks) he looked at the flyer once more and smiled. "So are you going cause I sure am."
"You say that I can't fun but if you ask me ever since you've came to this school, you're been having too much fun."
Goten rolled his eyes. "I take that as a no." Mischief suddenly made its way to the raven haired boy's eyes, darkening them. "Bet I can get you to go," He said through an ever growing smile.
The desk skidded back making a loud rasping sound as Trunks made his way over to his best friend with the word challenge written all over his face. "Yeah right."
"I can Trunks! Just you watch. On Friday night you're going to be at that party with tons of girls begging for your attention."
"More the reason not to go my friend," the lavender haired boy mumbled.
"You're going, just you watch. He turned away from him heading back out into the halls where his books laid completely ruined. "And while I'm at it," he called into the room, "I'll get you back for this too." He gathered up his books walking away from Trunks' laughter of mockery.
Pardy! I've always imagined Goten as the boy who likes to go out and have fun and I see Trunks as the type who likes to have fun but is more reserved. It's kinda short but reviews will give me the encouragement to post another chapter and give you all more to read.