Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DBGT gang. I do, however, own Kumiko. She is a creation of my imagination and shall remain that way. (P.S. I couldn't think of a female Saiyan name so I went to a Saiyan name generator and it gave me that name, just so everyone knows. While the name isn't original, the character will be.)

Introduction: This is my second fanfic so far. I've started on one called 'My Kagome' so if you like this one, check out my other one. All the regular GT cast will be in here but the main characters will be Trunks and Kumiko. There will be a Trunk/Kumiko pairing, so it will be rated MA for mature audiences only, because of language, sexual situation, attempted rape, and maybe gore. I do have another fanfic I'm working on so it'll take some time for me to get more chapters posted. So for now, all I have is the first chapter, so enjoy!

To Live and Love: The Last Female Sayian

By Setsuai Sama

Chapter One: "Yeah, my hair is naturally purple."

Trunks drew in a deep breath and sighed as he walked down the street. His first day at Orange Star High and he was being forced to walk. He didn't even remember what he did, and yet he ended up grounded from his capsule car. He looked to Vegeta for support and all he said was, "Trunks, do as your mother tells you." He didn't even bother to look up from his news paper. So here he was, Z fighter, defender of earth, helping to save many lives, walking to school because he was grounded. He couldn't help but to chuckle. His mom was a very brave woman. This is the woman who, even knowing the training him and his father put themselves through, would walk up behind them casually and then grip when they pinned her to the wall, Vegeta yelling "How many times do I have to tell you, woman?! Never sneak up on a warrior!" Though after they always went back to their room and did who-knows-what, it was always funny to watch their arguments. One time, Bra, his little sister, caught them in the act. She promptly ran to Trunks and tugged on his sleeve, "Bubby, is mommy strong like you and daddy?" She asked the question in a very serious voice, so he wondered what was wrong, "No, why do you ask?" She gave a confused look then shrugged, "Well, if mommy isn't strong like you and daddy, why is daddy training her?" He knew this couldn't be right, he'd just gotten out of the gravity chamber and his dad wasn't in there. "Now why do you think dad is training mom?" She stuck her finger in her nose, "Because I opened the door to their bedroom and they were wrestling around on the bed." It took Trunks a few seconds to realize what she was talking about, then he fell to the ground laughing. Bra looked thoroughly confused as Trunks tried to catch his breath.

He started laughing again just thinking about it, and then he noticed a girl beside him. He cocked his eyebrow at her, and she looked away, a blush coming forward on her cheeks.

"May I help you?" He asked plainly, trying to ignore the giggles behind him. She glanced at him then looked back to the ground, unsure of herself. She opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again, trying to find her voice. She gulped heavily and said quietly, "How hard could it be?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Trunks said, trying to keep from grinning.

"M-my friends and I, we were w-wondering," she said slowly, "Is your hair naturally p-purple?" Trunks chuckled to himself. This isn't the first time he'd been asked this question. In fact he got it all the time, because it was unnatural for a boy to have purple hair without dying it. Not only that, most of the people that asked him was of the female gender. He knew what was coming next.

"Yeah, my hair is naturally purple. Why do you ask?" He asked with a gentle smile, trying to make it easier on her. She seemed to find a little comfort in his smile, then she drew in a deep breath, "Well, we were wondering b-because," she cleared her throat, making sure to grab the attention of the girls behind her, "We think you're cute." He laughed as she ran back to join her group. He'd hardly noticed Goten running up to him, "Whatcha chuckling for, bro? You finally gone crazy?" Trunks shook his head as he continued to laugh, "It happened again." Goten laughed and shook his head, "I was beginning to wonder why a cute girl was standing next to you. I thought you had finally found a girlfriend."

"Psh," Trunks shook his head again, "Nah, why would I want a girlfriend when I have such a good friend to keep me company." Goten laughed at this remark, then began digging around in his bag as they neared their school, "So, what's your schedule like?" Trunks dug around in his backpack for a few seconds then pulled out a little piece of paper, "Let me see, Calculus, Government, Biology, Freshmen English, Home Ec, and Choir. Man being a freshmen sucks."

"You think you got it bad," Goten said, finally pulling a piece of paper out of his bag, "Chemistry, Government, A.P. Calculus, Shakespeare, Home Ec, and A.P. English."

"Ouch," Trunks said, wincing, "Well, at least we have two classes together." He laughed and elbowed his friend playfully, "You must have turned yours in later than mine to get such sucky classes."

"Actually," Goten said, shoving the list in his pocket, "We got it turned in early. My mom made me take these classes."

"Man," Trunks said shaking his head, "But Shakespeare? Does she really think that later in life you'll need to rehearse a scene from 'Macbeth' to someone ordering fries with their burger?"

"Haha, very funny." He cleared his throat and imitated his mother, "One day, you're gonna find a nice girl, and it'll take a lyric from 'Romeo and Juliet' to win her heart." Trunks started laughing so hard he almost peed himself, then realized they were at the front doors of the school.

"You ready for our first year of High School?" Trunks said staring at the doors.

"Nope, but we don't have a choice." Goten said starting for the doors, "What I am ready for is all the girls we're gonna meet." Trunks laughed as he followed his friend into the school. Goten started talking about this girl he met at the burger joint he frequented, but Trunks was too busy looking around. The hall was busy with people, students and teachers alike. The girls were already in their cliques of friends, the guys either checking out the girls or displaying weird feats of talent, like sticking pencils up their noses and talking to girls to see how fast they ran away. The teachers were standing out in the hallway, constantly monitoring the activity, sending people to the office for different reasons, whether their skirt be to high or hearing a cuss word out a jock's mouth. All in all, it just seemed like a typical school. He was pulled out of his little world when Goten elbowed him, "Hey dude, you're getting eyed again." He looked over to see a band of girls, giggling and whispering to each other as they half stared at him.

"Oh no, not again." Trunks looked around and found his homeroom not too far away, "Well, Goten I hate to leave you hangin, but I just found my homeroom, so I gotta go. See ya next hour." And just as a girl started her way toward him, he ducked inside his homeroom, and hoped to Kami, that she didn't have the same class he did.