Blue Cross High
(Jumps into the air excitedly) MINNA!
ML: Hello everyone-chazu.
I'm so happy to be here with you all again! If any of you had put up alerts for my profile, you would know that I have already updated one of my stories. Dealing with a Teenage Squirrel Girl if you heard about it.
ML: Took you long enough to do it.
Sssh! Yes, but that won't be all. You see, I've been going through what I've written for my old stories: Little Setsu-chan, Blue Cross High, and Hetalia Meets Wikipedia: Italy. And going through them, it was really telling how different my writing style was back then to how it is now. With that, I've decided that they all needed some major revamping.
ML: That's right. Blue Cross High was simply the first and somewhat easier for her to do.
Yep! All the chapters of Blue Cross High have been revamped and I'm going to post them all tonight! Excited?!
ML: The readers more than likely wants some new content, Taiyo-chan.
This is somewhat new content. But yeah, I see what you mean, sis. Oh yeah, by the by, this will probably be the only note that you'll get from me through these chapters until I create a new one. But don't worry everyone, I'm going to post Chapter 4 of Blue Cross High later this week, after I'm done revamping the rest of my older stories. And if not, I have the entire week of from school next week for Thanksgiving to get it done.
ML: You'll more than likely get it done this week. You're just going to stay up until 2 in the morning and sleep for 4 hours.
Don't divulge my horrible sleeping habits to the readers! They won't take me seriously if you do that!
ML: They don't take you seriously now.
OKAY! We're moving on to the story! ML, disclaimer!
ML: Taiyo-chan does not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its related series. They are the intellectual property of Akira Toriyama.
The lucky guy… Well, see you guys later!
Chapter 1: A Really Bad Day
The sun was shining brightly over the skyscrapers as the day winded on. The hissing of the cars as they made their way down the streets of West City. The citizens marched their way down the concrete jungle, doing whatever business they had to attend to. Children rode all over the sidewalks on their skateboards and bicycles. Businessmen talked on their phones and tourists snapped their cameras at the foreign sights shown. Neighbors from the apartment buildings frequently greeted each other, just enjoying this fine weekend. Yep, everyone in West City was most proudly having a good day.
"WHAT?!"
…. Except for him.
Trunks Briefs was having a bad day.
No, scratch that. He was having a crappy day. It was one of those days that he wished he had stayed in bed and slept the entire time. And he would have done exactly that if his little sister hadn't rushed into his room and jumped on top of him.
He could have ignored Bulla. Really. All he wanted to do was catch up on the sleep he lost from hanging in his workshop for most of the night. But then Bulla, devious little four year old that she was, worked her way into his face and used the Puppy Dog Look on him. Doe eyes and all.
One day that look is going to stop being so damn effective.
But that day wasn't today. So Trunks spent the next few hours carting her around with piggyback rides and serving as her human-sized dress up doll. It wasn't that bad actually. Trunks loved his baby sister to pieces and anyone who dared to even look at her funny would find themselves choking on their own teeth. And it was cute what she would do to his hair sometimes. Trunks rather liked the messy hair bun she had done last week. So for the most part his day had been going fine.
That was until his mother made the Announcement.
Then his day starting turning crappy.
"No. Freaking. Way." he stated defiantly, crossing his arms. A black tank top hung off his slim frame while a pair of green cargo pants decorated his legs. His long, near waist length, lavender colored hair partially covered his face. His hair was out of its usual ponytail so it was draped slightly over his shoulders like a curtain. Sapphire blue eyes were set in a fierce glare, trying to intimidate his opponent.
Bulma just stared right back at him with an equally fierce expression on her pretty face. "Now Trunks, this could prove to be really good for you. It would be a really good idea if you go." she said calmly, trying to calm down her son.
"What kind of good is there in sending me to high school?!" Trunks said irately.
Ah, High School. The bane of every regular teenager's one place where young people are tor- I mean taught the basic means for getting through life. To become the future leaders of the planet, leading the world into a new golden age.
And maybe pigs will start doing the Macarena.
Trunks had a big problem with this. You see, he had never attended a public school before. As far back as he can remember, he has been tutored by various professors and academics that his mom had found through her Capsule Corp connections. And every single encounter ended in the tutor running out of the building after several weeks, swearing to everyone in hearing range that Trunks was the spawn of Satan or some type of creature sent to this plane of existence to test them for the coming of the Rapture.
Trunks was vaguely amused by the processions. His father was definitely amused by the processions. His mother was most certainly not amused by the processions.
Trunks was sure that there was a lengthy file regarding him in the Department of Education's database. One with several epithets of holy figures used sacrilegiously and several warnings to take him on at their own risk. Any loss of sanity was not to be held against them. Okay, so Trunks added that last part when he hacked into their files, but the big picture was there.
"For one, you would meet people your own age! All you ever hang out with is Bulla, Me, your Father, your Grandparents or Toma. Who is a cat. Secondly, you need some kind of stimulation. Live your life! I don't want you to be cooped up in the house all day, doing Kami knows what in that lab of yours! Make friends your age and learn new things! I went to high school and I turned out just fine!" she ended her mini speech with a flourish of her hand, a cheery look on her face.
Trunks raised an eyebrow at her. "Mom. You skipped your classes daily when you thought they were boring. Saying that you knew the stuff already."
Bulma grimaced when she heard that. Damn it, she needed to stop telling him stories from her childhood. She knew they would somehow come back to haunt her. And at the worst time too.
"Moving on. You will be going to that school. For your mental health! You need to learn some things that you can't learn by just reading books!"
His glare had come back. "Mom, I know you mean well, but I won't go to that school and be tormented by people I will barely remember once I graduate. Secondly, there is the fact that I would be starting in the middle of the semester. It's the middle of May. Classes started in April. And third, I probably know more about every single subject they could pull up than half of the student body. So, to repeat, I am not going to that school. Not now, not ever." Trunks complained.
After he finished that sentence, Trunks realized his mistake and clamped a hand over his mouth. He looked at Bulma and noticed some subtle changes in her demeanor. Even though she was still smiling with her eyes closed shut (reminding him a bit of his grandma), he noticed that one of her eyes was twitching. Her smile looked a little strained as she thought over his response. Then she opened her eyes, which had turned into a steely blue and the smile was quickly vanishing and being replaced by a scowl. His eyes widened and he backed away from the furious woman, but realized that his escape was being blocked by the couch.
Crap.
"TORUNKSUA VEGETA SAIYA BRIEFS! YOU WILL GO TO THAT SCHOOL AND YOU WILL LIKE IT! OR SO HELP ME KAMI I WILL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE!"
Trunks shivered when he heard that. He could just imagine the kinds of threats that his mother was implying. She could mean she would make sure that every tutor he might have would be hell. Or worse….SHE would teach him herself. He cringed at that thought.
That would be worse than hell. That would be…. He couldn't think of a place to describe it. Dante himself wouldn't be able to describe it.
"Y-Y-Yes Ma'am." He stuttered, trying to appease her before she truly started her rampage.
"Oh goody! I knew you would see it my way! Now, I just need to call the school to get the forms. Oh, and then I have to get your uniform! And some supplies!"
The poor boy just watched as his mother planned out all the things needed if he was going to public school. Not for the first time, Trunks wondered if the natural Briefs genius facilitated other mental issues.
Suddenly, a weight attached itself to his back and he nearly fell over from it. He looked behind himself and spotted a bright blue tuft of hair. He figured out who it was pretty quickly.
"Bulla, why did you try to break my back in two?"
Bulla giggled as she climbed onto Trunks' shoulders. "Silly Onii-chan! That's impossible! You would need something heavier then me to break your back."
'But you are heavy, Bulla.' He sighed a little, still staring at an excited Bulma.
"Onii-chan? Why is Momma acting so happy? Did something happen?" the four year old asked as she looked over her brother's head.
Bulma turned towards Bulla, hearing her question. "Why yes, sweetie! Something did happen! Your big brother is going to attend Blue Cross High!" she exclaimed as she clapped her hands together.
Bulla looked on with wide eyes "Really? Wow, sugoi! That sounds like fun! Ne, Momma? Can I go to school like Onii-chan too!?"
Bulma shook her head as a no. "Sorry, sweetums. You're not old enough to go to school yet. Especially your big brother's school." Bulla made a pouty face at the answer. "But, you could help me and your brother buy some stuff for when he goes."
Bulla squealed in joy while Trunks groaned as if struck by physical pain. There was no turning back now. He was going to go to this Blue Cross High, either willingly or forcefully. And now he was gonna have to endure a shopping trip that could last for hours.
Yep, Trunks Briefs was having a really bad day.
He shouldn't have got up this morning.
No break for you folks! Onto the next chapter!
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