A/N: Yep, starting another story! I am waiting for more reviews before I update the other one. Hopefully this one will be a hit! I have been thinking about this one for a while now, and decided I'd give it a shot and see how it goes.
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High School fic. Trunks is 18 and Goten is 17, but they are in the same grade as Seniors. For the sake of the fic, Bra and Pan will be 15 as Sophmores. Marron is 16 as a Junior. The story starts off on the night before school starts.
Enjoy it!
West City High – Chapter One | Red Lobster
"On my mama, on my hood, I look fly, I look good, touch my swag, wish you could, I look fly, I look good, I look good, I look good . . ." Charlie Boy sounded through Trunk's cell phone when he received a text from his best friend Goten. Trunks really wasn't the person to listen to rap music, but he couldn't deny a song that described him to a T.
"Do U want 2 go eat? I'm starvn."
It was about seven thirty in the evening and Trunks was starting to get really hungry as he had not eaten in at least three hours. "Ya, give me 10. Meet at Red Lobster?" Trunks text back quickly.
"Ya." Goten sent back. He walked down to the kitchen where he found his mom chatting on the phone with Chichi. He mouthed silently to his mom, "I'm going out with Goten." And pointed to the door. She nodded as she continued with her conversation. He passed by the gravity room where his dad was just stepping out from another long day of training.
"Where are you going, son?" Vegeta grunted.
"To go eat with Goten." Trunks replied not stopping.
"Be home early, you needn't be out late on a school night." Vegeta said very parent-like. Receiving a mere thumb up as an answer from Trunks, he turned and walked into the kitchen. Apparently he did something to annoy his wife, because Trunks heard a loud sigh followed by. . .
"VEGETA, USE A GLASS, DON'T JUST DRINK OUT OF THE JUG! OTHER PEOPLE DRINK THAT MILK TOO YA KNOW!
"Woman, I have been doing this for years. A little late to reprimand me now, don't you think?" Vegeta smirked evilly, pleased to have successfully pushed one of his wife's buttons. It was his favorite pastime after all. Well, other than training of course.
On the way to the restaurant Trunks began reflecting on his last eleven years of school. They have been crazy, stressful, fun, long, short, and everything in between all at the same time, and he was sure his senior year would be no different. Being a senior, one would expect him to have a short schedule full of easy classes he would just breeze through, but being the son of a blue haired genius, he was forced to pack his schedule with difficult AP classes. The only class he knew would be his "break" so to speak would be his athletics class. As captain and quarterback of the football team, he has made quite a name for himself at school. His teachers loved him, he had all the best friends, and the girls could not get enough of him. Ah, Goten beat me here.He thought as he pulled into a vacant parking space in front of the restaurant.
"Shit, dude, you drive fast!" Trunks shouted to his friend who was standing close to the door with his hand shoved in his pockets.
"Oh, I just rode Nimbus. My car is in the shop!" Goten grinned. Goten and Trunks have been inseparable since the moment they first met in diapers. Bulma and Chichi agreed, one way or another, they wanted them to be in the same grade regardless of the one year age difference. Since Goten was not allowed to start school early, Bulma decided there would be no harm in letting Trunks start a year late since he was already exhibiting how truly smart he was at a young age. Goten was also on the varsity football team with Trunks as a wide receiver. While most of his peers at school would beg to differ, Goten was almost as smart as his lavender haired friend. Surely not by natural talent, but because of his mother who made him study very hard at home. She knew football would pay for his college, so she saw to it that her youngest maintained a strict 4.0 grade point average so that he would qualify for the best.
"Dude, this was a bitchin' idea. I think my stomach was starting to eat itself by the time you text me." Trunks said as they were seated by the hostess. He bent over to the side, making a fake "ouch" hiss, "And now it's starting on my spleen!"
"I know, mom refused to cook for some reason . . . which is very odd. I think she is reaching menopause. Ugh." Goten rested his head on his fist as the waitress approached them to take their drink orders.
"Hi, my name is Kambryn. I'll be your server today. What would you like to drink?" she asked routinely.
"I'll take water please."
"And I'll have tea." Trunks answered.
"Okay, I'll have that right out."
"So anyways, seniors dude, we are almost done with all these high school shenanigans. I feel old as fuck, and yeah. It's just nuts!" Trunks stammered, while Goten's eyes lit up.
"Oh man, I am so ready for it to be over with! Then you and I can go get a place together and be roommates and live college life the right way! Not that we don't party now, but we'll actually be able to throw the parties. It will be so sick, dude. And not to mention the hot college mamacitas we'll be able to mac on. Come on. Please tell me you are looking forward to the mamacitas!" Goten winked while rubbing his hands together.
"Oh dude. We'll own the clubs. Like that guy from the "My new haircut" video on the internet." Trunks laughed and putting on a fake "jersey" accent he began to imitate the video. "Not now chief, I'm in the fuckin zone! Jager bombs, Jager bombs, fuckin' Jager bombs, Jager bombs."
"Yeah this collar's popped, 'cause I'm the man and everyone should fuckin know it!" Goten joined in. The boys erupted with laughter as their drinks arrived.
"Are you ready to order?"
"I'll just have one of everything" Trunks said.
"I'll have the same." Goten followed suit.
The waitress laughed and replied, "Alright, that will be right out!" before she giggled again. "But seriously guys, what will you be having."
"Oh we were quite serious, ma'am." Trunks beamed, "You really don't know how much we can eat. Don't worry, we can cover the cost. My mom runs Capsule Corp." Goten simply nodded in agreement. "But you might want to move us to a bigger table; I forgot to mention that earlier."
"For real, boys? You're not going to let me ring up all that food, and then tell me you were joking." The skeptical waitress sweatdropped.
"Scouts honor! And we'll eat it all, too!" Goten covered his heart with his right hand, and held up his left as if swearing an oath in court.
"Ehh," the waitress paused, her eyes darting back and forth between the two Saiyans. "Okay then, I guess we'll move you to the back room. Please, this way." She escorted the boys to a room clearly made for large grouped tables. Trunks sat at one end of a grand dining table, while Goten took his place at the other. The waitress went to the kitchen and informed her cooks of the order. Trunks and Goten knew this because they heard an eruption of, "What the fuck!?"-esque type phrases explode from the kitchen.
"Excuse me, sir. Would it be at all possible for you to pay for your meal first? Sort of an insurance policy we have for such large orders, we do it all the time." The restaurant manager tapped Trunks on the shoulder. The manager was a tall, fat man with a brown and grey handle-bar mustache. He was slightly balding on the top, with streaks of grey hair combed through what hair he had left. Trunks looked up at him, and reached for his wallet.
"Don't worry, Goten. Dinner is on me tonight."
Instantly the manager's eyes seemed as though they were going to pop out of his skull. He did not think such a request would go over as peacefully. Taking the credit card out of Trunk's hand, he managed to stutter, "That was one of everything, correct?"
"One of everything for each of us." Trunks nodded, and the fat man bowed as he made his way to the cash register.
"Okay, that means I can leave the tip." Goten laughed, clearly amused by the situation. Things like this happened all the time in the world of Trunks and Goten, but each time, it was still hilarious.
"Alrighty. I hope they at least hurry, now that my spleen is gone, I fear my stomach is about to go after my brain. Then what would we do?" Trunks whined in hunger as he hugged his stomach.
"I don't know, I think mine has eaten half of my brain already! I'm starting to hallucinate tiny unicorns everywhere in a specific assortment of colors." Goten pretended to point one out on a nearby table.
"What colors?"
"Sky blue, burnt sienna, spank-me pink, and neon purple." Goten responded without missing a beat. "And over there, look at the tiger about to pounce upon the poor unsuspecting fat guy. What a tragedy."
"Oh no! If he's as large as that manager guy was, the tiger will be good on food for months." Trunks was cracking up by now, nearly forgetting about his hunger pains.
Soon, floods of food began to pour out of the kitchen. Shrimp, crab, lobster, chicken, steak, and everything else cooked to perfection swamped the table while Trunks and Goten dug in. Slowly, people began to stand around and gawk at the two Saiyan's enjoying their meal. The boys were used to it by now. Having been starving, Goten and Trunks couldn't shovel the food in fast enough as the plates cleared almost as quickly as they were set on the table.
"Oh my god, it's so fucking good!" Trunks practically moaned with pleasure of finally filling his bottomless pit of a stomach. Goten simply nodded. After finishing their food, ending with dessert and tipping the entire restaurant two hundred dollars, Trunks and Goten were standing in the parking lot with their hands on their bellies.
"That was amazing; we need to come back here sometime. Anyway, I'll see you at school tomorrow, Goten!" Trunks waved. Just as Goten waved back, Trunks spotted something stopped at a street light that made his blood boil. His sister. On a bike. With a boy.
"BRA! What are you doing with him!? I told you no more!" Trunks shouted at her from across the way. Bra simply looked at him and wrapped her arms tighter against her bad boy boyfriend. Trunks was not afraid of him, nor afraid of what he would do to his baby sister, but he knew she could do so much better than a long blonde haired boy with face piercings, tattoos, leather jackets and gloves, and a bad attitude. This boy's name was positively stupid as well; Snake. Trunks did not know whether that was his name given to him by his parents, or some silly nickname, but it was ridiculous in Trunks' opinion. The light turned green and the teenagers sped off down the street. "I wonder if mom and dad know who you are with. . .´Trunks thought as he got in his car, and made his way back to Capsule Corp. Morning was coming fast, and Trunks wanted to make sure he got his beauty sleep.
A/N: Alrighty, there is chapter one! I think it's pretty cute. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue with it. Thanks!