A/N: This is a sad T/P fanfic, based on something that happened to me today at school. The ages for Trunks, Pan, Marron, Goten, Bra, and anyone else are all the same - 17.
Well, enjoy.
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Trunks was taking up for Goten. Goten had said something, and Pan had differed with her uncle.
"No, Goten you said you were leaving Marron!"
Trunks stepped in. " No he didn't Pan, he said he was thinking about it."
Pan snapped back at him. "SHUT UP TRUNKS BRIEFS! YOU ARE SO EXTREMELY ANNOYING!"
Trunks acted like he could care less, but, inside, he felt hurt. He shuffled his way to his locked, then on to his 3rd period class. His taecher passed out papers from the last six weeks. He was laying with his head against the wall to his left, his arm resting his head, as he looked miserable.
"Feeling bad Trunks?" asked his teacher, Mrs. Kojiima.
"Tired..." he lied, knowing he was crushed inside.
She nodded and went on about her buisness, and Trunks sat there, then did his work, writing unusually small. He watched as Pan talked with Bra, and Marron. He looked over to Uubu, and then the bell rang. He went upstairs to his science class, making it just as the bell rang. He silently worked on his poster about the Reproductive System, outlining an X-Rayed photo of a woman's reproductive system. He half-heartedly shaded in the poster, then threw it on the table with the other completed ones. He shuffled to his desk, grabbed up his yellow backpack and walked out as the bell rang. On to his History class, he drew in the drawing assignment, his arm resting against his forehead. As lunch came around, he skipped sitting with Goten and Uubu. Instead he went and sat by some exchange students from America. After lunch, and in band class, himself and an American named James began a fight as James grabbed his drumstick and tried to yank it away. Pan watched the entire thing from the flute section, as him and James tugged at the stick, Finally Trunks freed it and went to sit down.
In Pre-Algebra, Trunks sketched up a picture of Vegeta hitting his Gay Math teacher with a ki ball, making him scream for mercy. (A/N: I really drew this, but it was Trunks and not Vegeta.) In his last class, Computers, he halfheartedly typed through the lessons, finishing two by the end of class. The long walk home was full of thoughts of Pan, and his annoyance. As he got home, he watched some T.V. and when Vegeta came for a snack, he called to his father.
"Dad, am I annoying?" Trunks asked.
"Brat, of course you are." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"Dad, what if you were called Extremely Annoying but everyone besides that person said otherwise?"
"First off, I will kick their ass, but in your case, I would not worry about it." Vegeta replied, capping off a Dr. Pepper.
"What if it was someone you loved deep down?" Trunks asked, lowering his head to his hands, which were fumbling with each other.
"Then, I would probably become heartsick, and get very depressed, and start living in my gravity room. Now boy, that is all. I must continue to train.
Trunks nodded, and continued his thinking.
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There, that was Chapter One. Hope you liked, please Review. Comments and Suggestion, even flames are allowed. themonkeyinthejungle@hotmail.com
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Trunks was taking up for Goten. Goten had said something, and Pan had differed with her uncle.
"No, Goten you said you were leaving Marron!"
Trunks stepped in. " No he didn't Pan, he said he was thinking about it."
Pan snapped back at him. "SHUT UP TRUNKS BRIEFS! YOU ARE SO EXTREMELY ANNOYING!"
Trunks acted like he could care less, but, inside, he felt hurt. He shuffled his way to his locked, then on to his 3rd period class. His taecher passed out papers from the last six weeks. He was laying with his head against the wall to his left, his arm resting his head, as he looked miserable.
"Feeling bad Trunks?" asked his teacher, Mrs. Kojiima.
"Tired..." he lied, knowing he was crushed inside.
She nodded and went on about her buisness, and Trunks sat there, then did his work, writing unusually small. He watched as Pan talked with Bra, and Marron. He looked over to Uubu, and then the bell rang. He went upstairs to his science class, making it just as the bell rang. He silently worked on his poster about the Reproductive System, outlining an X-Rayed photo of a woman's reproductive system. He half-heartedly shaded in the poster, then threw it on the table with the other completed ones. He shuffled to his desk, grabbed up his yellow backpack and walked out as the bell rang. On to his History class, he drew in the drawing assignment, his arm resting against his forehead. As lunch came around, he skipped sitting with Goten and Uubu. Instead he went and sat by some exchange students from America. After lunch, and in band class, himself and an American named James began a fight as James grabbed his drumstick and tried to yank it away. Pan watched the entire thing from the flute section, as him and James tugged at the stick, Finally Trunks freed it and went to sit down.
In Pre-Algebra, Trunks sketched up a picture of Vegeta hitting his Gay Math teacher with a ki ball, making him scream for mercy. (A/N: I really drew this, but it was Trunks and not Vegeta.) In his last class, Computers, he halfheartedly typed through the lessons, finishing two by the end of class. The long walk home was full of thoughts of Pan, and his annoyance. As he got home, he watched some T.V. and when Vegeta came for a snack, he called to his father.
"Dad, am I annoying?" Trunks asked.
"Brat, of course you are." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"Dad, what if you were called Extremely Annoying but everyone besides that person said otherwise?"
"First off, I will kick their ass, but in your case, I would not worry about it." Vegeta replied, capping off a Dr. Pepper.
"What if it was someone you loved deep down?" Trunks asked, lowering his head to his hands, which were fumbling with each other.
"Then, I would probably become heartsick, and get very depressed, and start living in my gravity room. Now boy, that is all. I must continue to train.
Trunks nodded, and continued his thinking.
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There, that was Chapter One. Hope you liked, please Review. Comments and Suggestion, even flames are allowed. themonkeyinthejungle@hotmail.com