This is my second fic to write. I was inspired to write this after reading the story Just Like You by SugarAddict. If you even somewhat like this story, you should check out her story. Hell, you should check out her story anyways. Well, I hope you enjoy my story. I have the first few chapters written, and I will update every couple of days, so keep checking back. As always, reviews are always appreciated. To clear up a few things, everyone is about the same age (Trunks, Pan, Goten, Marron, & Bra). Well, that is they are all seniors in high school. Their parents don't really apply in this fic, or at least I have no plans of them too. My Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters mentioned in this story, and the idea for the story was inspired. If you have any thoughts or complaints, don't hesitate to review and tell me. I try my best to incorporate the wishes of my readers. Well thats it, so I hope you enjoy!
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Trunks slowly strode through the hallways of Damascus High, carrying himself with confidence. And why not, he was on the top of the world. The school basketball team was having a dream season, and Trunks was carrying them most of the way. With still over half the season yet to be played, many had Trunks as National Player of the Year. On top of that, he was being recruited by some of the premier colleges in the country: Kentucky, Kansas, Duke, Connecticut, UCLA, USC, North Carolina, Texas, and many others. Some journalists even speculate that Trunks may skip college all together and enter the NBA Draft. But on top of all of that, all the women swooned over him. And was he ever appealing to them.
Trunks stood at 6'2" tall with shaggy lavender hair that resembled that of a surfer bum's hair. Which probably had influence on his hair style since he had spent the previous summer at a special basketball camp that was held in Hawaii. Trunks had always wore his hair long, just usually parted down the center. Trunks had a well built physique, which resembled more to a grown man's build than to that of a high school senior. His skin was lightly tanned, also due to his summer in Hawaii. He had a engaging sapphire eyes, and sparkling white teeth which contributed greatly to his overall charisma.
Damascus High was situated with the Science, Math, English, and History halls on the first floor, from left to right. The second floor contained two Elective hallways and the Library. And the third floor contained the practice Gymnasium, work-out facility, and the showers. A cafeteria was created adjacent to the History hall some years ago when the old cafeteria was converted in to the present day library. The main Gym, or what the students referred to as the Performance Gym was located behind the school, between the tennis courts and indoor practice facility. Which was used by the Football and Soccer teams. The football field was located across the street from the school. With an auditorium located across the football stadium parking lot.
Trunks gazed down the bustling hallway before heading towards his locker on the Science hall. His stride exhibited great confidence and charm which was noticed by more than one admirer. The Science hall was located on the far left side of the three-story building, and the main entrance was situated between the Math and English halls. And since the halls were especially wide, the walk to Trunks' locker was quite time consuming. However, Trunks didn't seem to mind all that much since he gained a great deal of female attention on his way.
When Trunks finally reached his locker, he picked up his Calculus book and black spiral notebook. He had used that spiral notebook for two years, and it was running out of empty pages. And it had the wear and tear of the past two years to boot.
"Hey Trunks, what's up man?" cried out a black-haired boy from across the hall.
"What's up Goten? You ready for Cal?" Trunks replied.
"Hell no, I hate that class. Man, school is so much bullshit. I can't wait until we get out of here," Goten answered. Trunks just chuckled before patting his friend on the arm as they made their way to class.
Goten had known Trunks all his life, they had been friends growing up. Their parents were friends before the two of them had even been born. And when they both found out that their sons had been accepted to Damascus private school, they were ecstatic. Not to say the two friends weren't, but they would have both been uneasy going to private school some hundred miles away by themselves. Which made both of their acceptances all the sweeter. Goten also played basketball with Trunks, but was a little taller. He was just as physically imposing as his friend, though. He had short black hair and black eyes as well. Goten was 6'4" tall and weighed about 220 pounds of practically all muscle. Goten played the small forward position, and was more than effective. Trunks and Goten on the court were a tandem to be reckoned with. Their high-low game wasn't just deadly, it was devastating. Goten averaged 21.3 points per game, 14.7 rebounds per game, and 4.3 blocks per game. While Trunks on the other hand averaged 29.4 points per game, 8.9 assists per game, and 6.5 steals a game. A local newspaper stated that if the two of them went to the same college, that that college would become an instant contender for the NCAA championship.
Trunks and Goten slowly made their way to the Math hall. Neither one of them to terribly excited about having to sit through Mr. Sharp's Calculus class. The two conversed with each other about the upcoming game versus Colleyville Prep.
"So what do you think? Do you think its true about this Aaron kid from Colleyville?" Goten questioned nervously.
"Which part? His deadly range from beyond the three point line, or his perfection at the charity stripe?" Trunks replied with obvious mockery.
"I'm serious Trunks. If either one of us gets in foul trouble, and this kid gets on fire, our perfect season goes down the proverbial drain." Goten cautioned with obvious unease.
"Goten, you worry to much. Especially since the game is four days away," Trunks said in attempt to calm his friend.
"Exactly, its only four days away." "Alright, alright. I'll ask the coach for some of Colleyville's game film and we can look it over at my house when we get out of practice. Okay?" Trunks said as this seemed to be the only way to get the big guy to calm down.
"Okay. I can live with that."
The duo walked into Mr. Sharp's class right as the tardy bell rang. "Goten. Trunks. Good of the two of you to grace us with your presences here today," said Mr. Sharp as the two headed for their seats in the back of the class.
"Why Mr. Sharp, we wouldn't miss your class for the world," Trunks retorted to his instructor's statement. Goten just shook his head and sat down, not wanting to get in to any kind of verbal battle. Not that Goten wasn't intelligent, because he was quite brilliant, he just liked to avoid any sort of confrontation. Unless it involved a basketball.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that Trunks. Because how sad it would have been to miss the joys of Calculus," Mr. Sharp responded.
"Yes, it would have been quite the tragedy sir," Trunks said, doing his level best to frustrate his instructor. Which seemed to be occurring as Mr. Sharp's brow began to furrow. Accepting that he had been bested, Mr. Sharp began class.
Forty-five minutes and two naps later, class was interrupted by a knocking on the door. The abrasive knock woke both Trunks and Goten from their slumbering states. Mr. Sharp went to the door to see whom it was, and stepped into the hall. "I wonder what's up?" Goten said asking Trunks.
"Who cares, but they woke me up. I was in the middle of reliving last Saturday night with Sarah," Trunks said with a wide grin.
"You know what? You need yourself a girl."
"And I had myself one. Over and over again," Trunks said with a chuckle.
"No! I mean like a girlfriend."
"Ah yes, Mr. One-Girl Guy over here. Just because you found yourself someone special, doesn't mean we all will. So instead of wasting my time looking for her, all have fun with all the other girls."
"Whatever Trunks. It's your loss buddy, not mine."
Just as Goten had finished that statement, back in walked Mr. Sharp and whom accompanied him nearly made Stephen fall out of his chair. 'Pan!' Trunks thought.
"Hey Trunks. Is that who I think it is? Is that Pan Son?"
"Yes, unfortunately I believe it is," Trunks said with disdain.
Of all the people, in all the world, it was the one girl that Trunks hated the most. Trunks, Pan, and Goten had all been friends when they were little, but as soon as they got to High School that all changed. Trunks and Pan say it was the other who started the feud, and it just built to hatred for both ends.
"Class," Mr. Sharp began, "may I introduce our new student, Pan Son."
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Pan looked around the classroom slowly trying to familiarize herself with the faces. That is until she came upon two faces in particular. 'Trunks? Goten? Here? But how?' Pan thought to herself, very confused. Her confusion however quickly turned to anger realizing that she would again have to deal with Trunks. She thought that she had finally lucked out when he moved away. But now, by some oddity, has been reunited with the one individual she cannot tolerate. Her expression quickly turned from one of excitement to that of pure disgust.
"Is their something the matter?" Mr. Sharp asked curiously, noticing the change in her facial expression.
"Oh no, nothing at all," Pan answered coolly, hoping to throw him and avoid further questions.
"Okay then Ms. Son. Well, you may sit wherever you like," Mr. Sharp replied.
There was a thud in the back of the classroom as Trunks laid all of his things on the empty desk beside him. Giving Pan the clear message that there was no way in hell she could sit next to him. However, Mr. Sharp noticed the demonstration and had a thought.
"Actually, Ms. Pan, if you would take a seat in the back there, that would be fine. It would do Trunks good to have a studious influence while in my class," Mr. Sharp said staring down Trunks, while wearing a smile on his face.
"Mr. Sharp I think I would rather sit.." Pan started before being interrupted by Mr. Sharp.
"Ms. Son, I said take a seat in the back," Mr. Sharp said sternly.
Pan walked back to the desk Trunks had laid his things on. When she reached the desk she said, "Will you remove your things from my desk?"
Trunks gave Pan a dark look before grabbing his things off the desk. Trunks waited for Mr. Sharp to begin teaching again before saying, "Of all the schools, why did you have to come to this one?"
"I could ask you the same question," Pan replied with the same disrespect.
"If I remember correctly, I've been going here for nearly three years. So, you're the one who came unwelcome," Trunks said harshly.
"Unwelcome, huh? That must be why they gave me a full scholarship to come here," Pan retorted.
"They have to give out a few handouts each semester so that they can meet their quota," Trunks replied cruelly.
"Oh, are we speaking from first hand experience," Pan replied callously.
"No, some of us are actually worthy of being here."
"I know. But that still doesn't tell me why you're here," Pan said before shifting her body so she could hear Mr. Sharp's lecture over Trunks.
"You're such a bitch Pan!" Trunks retorted before turning away from Pan as well.
"Well, its better than being a pitiful no talent sack of shit like you," Pan said spitefully.
Trunks then stood up and headed for the door. "Trunks, where do you think you're going," questioned Mr. Sharp. But Trunks didn't respond, instead he just walked straight out of class. While Pan sat back there with a huge grin on her face.
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Trunks slowly strode through the hallways of Damascus High, carrying himself with confidence. And why not, he was on the top of the world. The school basketball team was having a dream season, and Trunks was carrying them most of the way. With still over half the season yet to be played, many had Trunks as National Player of the Year. On top of that, he was being recruited by some of the premier colleges in the country: Kentucky, Kansas, Duke, Connecticut, UCLA, USC, North Carolina, Texas, and many others. Some journalists even speculate that Trunks may skip college all together and enter the NBA Draft. But on top of all of that, all the women swooned over him. And was he ever appealing to them.
Trunks stood at 6'2" tall with shaggy lavender hair that resembled that of a surfer bum's hair. Which probably had influence on his hair style since he had spent the previous summer at a special basketball camp that was held in Hawaii. Trunks had always wore his hair long, just usually parted down the center. Trunks had a well built physique, which resembled more to a grown man's build than to that of a high school senior. His skin was lightly tanned, also due to his summer in Hawaii. He had a engaging sapphire eyes, and sparkling white teeth which contributed greatly to his overall charisma.
Damascus High was situated with the Science, Math, English, and History halls on the first floor, from left to right. The second floor contained two Elective hallways and the Library. And the third floor contained the practice Gymnasium, work-out facility, and the showers. A cafeteria was created adjacent to the History hall some years ago when the old cafeteria was converted in to the present day library. The main Gym, or what the students referred to as the Performance Gym was located behind the school, between the tennis courts and indoor practice facility. Which was used by the Football and Soccer teams. The football field was located across the street from the school. With an auditorium located across the football stadium parking lot.
Trunks gazed down the bustling hallway before heading towards his locker on the Science hall. His stride exhibited great confidence and charm which was noticed by more than one admirer. The Science hall was located on the far left side of the three-story building, and the main entrance was situated between the Math and English halls. And since the halls were especially wide, the walk to Trunks' locker was quite time consuming. However, Trunks didn't seem to mind all that much since he gained a great deal of female attention on his way.
When Trunks finally reached his locker, he picked up his Calculus book and black spiral notebook. He had used that spiral notebook for two years, and it was running out of empty pages. And it had the wear and tear of the past two years to boot.
"Hey Trunks, what's up man?" cried out a black-haired boy from across the hall.
"What's up Goten? You ready for Cal?" Trunks replied.
"Hell no, I hate that class. Man, school is so much bullshit. I can't wait until we get out of here," Goten answered. Trunks just chuckled before patting his friend on the arm as they made their way to class.
Goten had known Trunks all his life, they had been friends growing up. Their parents were friends before the two of them had even been born. And when they both found out that their sons had been accepted to Damascus private school, they were ecstatic. Not to say the two friends weren't, but they would have both been uneasy going to private school some hundred miles away by themselves. Which made both of their acceptances all the sweeter. Goten also played basketball with Trunks, but was a little taller. He was just as physically imposing as his friend, though. He had short black hair and black eyes as well. Goten was 6'4" tall and weighed about 220 pounds of practically all muscle. Goten played the small forward position, and was more than effective. Trunks and Goten on the court were a tandem to be reckoned with. Their high-low game wasn't just deadly, it was devastating. Goten averaged 21.3 points per game, 14.7 rebounds per game, and 4.3 blocks per game. While Trunks on the other hand averaged 29.4 points per game, 8.9 assists per game, and 6.5 steals a game. A local newspaper stated that if the two of them went to the same college, that that college would become an instant contender for the NCAA championship.
Trunks and Goten slowly made their way to the Math hall. Neither one of them to terribly excited about having to sit through Mr. Sharp's Calculus class. The two conversed with each other about the upcoming game versus Colleyville Prep.
"So what do you think? Do you think its true about this Aaron kid from Colleyville?" Goten questioned nervously.
"Which part? His deadly range from beyond the three point line, or his perfection at the charity stripe?" Trunks replied with obvious mockery.
"I'm serious Trunks. If either one of us gets in foul trouble, and this kid gets on fire, our perfect season goes down the proverbial drain." Goten cautioned with obvious unease.
"Goten, you worry to much. Especially since the game is four days away," Trunks said in attempt to calm his friend.
"Exactly, its only four days away." "Alright, alright. I'll ask the coach for some of Colleyville's game film and we can look it over at my house when we get out of practice. Okay?" Trunks said as this seemed to be the only way to get the big guy to calm down.
"Okay. I can live with that."
The duo walked into Mr. Sharp's class right as the tardy bell rang. "Goten. Trunks. Good of the two of you to grace us with your presences here today," said Mr. Sharp as the two headed for their seats in the back of the class.
"Why Mr. Sharp, we wouldn't miss your class for the world," Trunks retorted to his instructor's statement. Goten just shook his head and sat down, not wanting to get in to any kind of verbal battle. Not that Goten wasn't intelligent, because he was quite brilliant, he just liked to avoid any sort of confrontation. Unless it involved a basketball.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that Trunks. Because how sad it would have been to miss the joys of Calculus," Mr. Sharp responded.
"Yes, it would have been quite the tragedy sir," Trunks said, doing his level best to frustrate his instructor. Which seemed to be occurring as Mr. Sharp's brow began to furrow. Accepting that he had been bested, Mr. Sharp began class.
Forty-five minutes and two naps later, class was interrupted by a knocking on the door. The abrasive knock woke both Trunks and Goten from their slumbering states. Mr. Sharp went to the door to see whom it was, and stepped into the hall. "I wonder what's up?" Goten said asking Trunks.
"Who cares, but they woke me up. I was in the middle of reliving last Saturday night with Sarah," Trunks said with a wide grin.
"You know what? You need yourself a girl."
"And I had myself one. Over and over again," Trunks said with a chuckle.
"No! I mean like a girlfriend."
"Ah yes, Mr. One-Girl Guy over here. Just because you found yourself someone special, doesn't mean we all will. So instead of wasting my time looking for her, all have fun with all the other girls."
"Whatever Trunks. It's your loss buddy, not mine."
Just as Goten had finished that statement, back in walked Mr. Sharp and whom accompanied him nearly made Stephen fall out of his chair. 'Pan!' Trunks thought.
"Hey Trunks. Is that who I think it is? Is that Pan Son?"
"Yes, unfortunately I believe it is," Trunks said with disdain.
Of all the people, in all the world, it was the one girl that Trunks hated the most. Trunks, Pan, and Goten had all been friends when they were little, but as soon as they got to High School that all changed. Trunks and Pan say it was the other who started the feud, and it just built to hatred for both ends.
"Class," Mr. Sharp began, "may I introduce our new student, Pan Son."
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Pan looked around the classroom slowly trying to familiarize herself with the faces. That is until she came upon two faces in particular. 'Trunks? Goten? Here? But how?' Pan thought to herself, very confused. Her confusion however quickly turned to anger realizing that she would again have to deal with Trunks. She thought that she had finally lucked out when he moved away. But now, by some oddity, has been reunited with the one individual she cannot tolerate. Her expression quickly turned from one of excitement to that of pure disgust.
"Is their something the matter?" Mr. Sharp asked curiously, noticing the change in her facial expression.
"Oh no, nothing at all," Pan answered coolly, hoping to throw him and avoid further questions.
"Okay then Ms. Son. Well, you may sit wherever you like," Mr. Sharp replied.
There was a thud in the back of the classroom as Trunks laid all of his things on the empty desk beside him. Giving Pan the clear message that there was no way in hell she could sit next to him. However, Mr. Sharp noticed the demonstration and had a thought.
"Actually, Ms. Pan, if you would take a seat in the back there, that would be fine. It would do Trunks good to have a studious influence while in my class," Mr. Sharp said staring down Trunks, while wearing a smile on his face.
"Mr. Sharp I think I would rather sit.." Pan started before being interrupted by Mr. Sharp.
"Ms. Son, I said take a seat in the back," Mr. Sharp said sternly.
Pan walked back to the desk Trunks had laid his things on. When she reached the desk she said, "Will you remove your things from my desk?"
Trunks gave Pan a dark look before grabbing his things off the desk. Trunks waited for Mr. Sharp to begin teaching again before saying, "Of all the schools, why did you have to come to this one?"
"I could ask you the same question," Pan replied with the same disrespect.
"If I remember correctly, I've been going here for nearly three years. So, you're the one who came unwelcome," Trunks said harshly.
"Unwelcome, huh? That must be why they gave me a full scholarship to come here," Pan retorted.
"They have to give out a few handouts each semester so that they can meet their quota," Trunks replied cruelly.
"Oh, are we speaking from first hand experience," Pan replied callously.
"No, some of us are actually worthy of being here."
"I know. But that still doesn't tell me why you're here," Pan said before shifting her body so she could hear Mr. Sharp's lecture over Trunks.
"You're such a bitch Pan!" Trunks retorted before turning away from Pan as well.
"Well, its better than being a pitiful no talent sack of shit like you," Pan said spitefully.
Trunks then stood up and headed for the door. "Trunks, where do you think you're going," questioned Mr. Sharp. But Trunks didn't respond, instead he just walked straight out of class. While Pan sat back there with a huge grin on her face.