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// denotes thoughts //
Temper, Temper.
// It's not fair. //
// It's not my fault. //
// I'm a Saiyan //
// Blame genetics //
// Blame my father. //
Trunks sat sprawled in a chair outside the Headmasters' office, studying the cracks in the floor. He was going over the events leading up to his current situation, trying to come up with some sort of reasonable excuse. So far, he only had some unreasonable ones. Somehow, he didn't think that "He asked for it" was a valid excuse for breaking someone's jaw, however true it was.
// But it is true, he did ask for it. //
He was Tom Asoken, some moron who'd heard a rumour about his strength two months ago, and decided that it would be a fun game to tease Trunks into losing his temper, to see how strong he really was.
// Asshole. //
Trunks rolled his head back to stretch his muscles before looking down at his watch. He'd been sitting there for half an hour, listening the sounds of an hysterical Mrs Asoken drift through the door.
// Man, I'm glad that's not my mother. //
Trunks felt a familiar ache inside, even after all these years he still missed her, though he was too young when she died to remember her clearly. He was pretty sure that his dad missed her. Maybe.
Suddenly, a nagging thought reared its' ugly head in Trunks' mind:
// Shit, what if they phone home! //
// What if Dad's in! //
Trunks vividly remembered the first, and only time, school had phoned home to inform his father of his latest temper tantrum. Man, did they regret inviting Vejiita into school. It was almost worth the beating he'd got when they arrived home. Almost.
As these thoughts were passing through Trunks' head, Mrs Asoken had walked smartly out of the Heads' office, tight lipped and frowning, and had proceeded down the corridor, without even a glance in Trunks' direction. As she turned the corner she nearly walked into a short, surly looking man, who growled in responce to her mumbled apology.
Back down the corridor, Trunks' head shot up, as he recognised the approaching chi.
// Fuck!! //
He bowed his head forward, staring sightlessly at the floor, trying to rack his brains for a good excuse. He stayed like that even when a pair of scruffy black boots entered his field of vision.
// At least he didn't come in his armour this time //
He could feel his fathers gaze burning into the back of his neck, and he raised his head slowly, until he was looking at him.
"It looks like you have inherited my temper, brat."
Vejiita raised an eyebrow and smirked.
// Maybe he's not going to kill me after all // thought Trunks, as he followed his unpredictable father out the door.
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I usually write Buffy fanfic, so any pointers on this would be appreciated. If I get some positive reviews, then I might add another chapter or two. Thanks.