All characters, places and names are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama. Without this absolutely amazing man, we wouldn't have ever experienced the epic and beastly world of Dragon Ball.
For a while now I wanted to do a really cliché type of fanfiction. Perhaps something that may have been done in the past, but I'm not quite too sure. I haven't yet found anything like it yet when it comes to Truten. I have read many fanfictions and may have found a few that slightly touches upon a plot like this...But, I won't be telling you how this is cliché, you'll have to find that out by yourself. That's the point of reading isn't it?
A few A/N before a start:
Please note that things DO make a turn for shounen ai, which means boyxboy love. It's subtle at first, but it's there. You'll see.
Now, I normally like to explain a few things before I start a story. There is confusion as to when Goten and Trunks are born. I'm not meaning the year, I'm meaning the actual month.
I follow DaizenshuuEX (Now named Kanzenshuu) religiously, so I decided to use the information they have given us.
So that being said, Goten is born Age 767, somewhere between June to December. And Trunks was born Age 766... The month isn't exactly known... Some say before May while other says in the latter half of the year. So really, it's all up to you. Not that I'll go into detail any more than that.
This is set in Age 784. The year Goku leaves with Uub during the Budokai in May. It is said that the boys are 17 and 18. That means they were at the time still in high school, but in their latter years. Although, any logical person would probably know Trunks has probably already graduated and I highly doubt he'd go to college either... I mean he's a genius! He doesn't really need to!
I ask you a big favour in order to understand my story a bit better. I am working this in the Japanese School System. I didn't want to use my own, nor the American system. I wanted to hit it right at home for them.
So, here are a few things to take note. They are in what is known as an "Upper Secondary School."
I would think they're in a private institute, so they are guaranteed to have entrance to University/College, but for the sake of Goten and others, I have decided to make it a normal public high school.
Upper Secondary School, the way I researched it, has 3 grades. 1,2,3. It works pretty much the same as Sophomore, Junior and Senior. The years we're worried about though is grade 2 and 3. Grade 2 you are 16 turning 17 and Grade 3 you are 17 turning 18. This matches to Goten and Trunks pretty well in my case.
Now, for how their school year works. A new school year starts around April 1. They go on until July and then have their 6 week summer holiday. The second semester starts early September until December. Then they have their winter holidays. And finally, third semester is January to March. I would think this is when examinations are taken, since graduation is normally around March?
Of course, I am no expert on the matter... it's just what I found out by a bunch of research. It doesn't really have anything to do with the story, but I thought I'd explain myself before people start questioning the weird holiday breaks and all.
Other than that, enjoy the story. I hope this will be enjoyable to all.
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"Wait, what?" I ask as I come out of my day-dream. "Can you run that through with me again?"
The dark haired young man sitting across me sighs. I can tell he isn't too happy that I just asked him to repeat everything he's been explaining in the last half an hour.
"Trunks were you even listening? Please, you got to be serious about this," he complains, running a hand through his wild raven hair.
To anyone in the public, we look like normal teenagers. I can quite easily explain in detail that we are are more than what meets the eye. We're both half aliens thanks to our fathers. But that's all I'll say for now. I would go into detail - but if you haven't gathered already - I wasn't listening to my best friend as he tried speaking out his need of help. So maybe this time I should actually listen to him.
"Come on Trunks, I never ask for any favours from you," he groans once more as he shifts his legs nervously. I can tell this is a subject he isn't particularly confident in. Heck, I should know this by now.
"Goten, have I ever failed you?"
"Yes. Numerous times," he states with an emotionless face. I laugh nervously at his sarcasm.
"Well sorry. My mind is just elsewhere today... You know how it is, lots of assignments and all,"
"Lies! School just started nearly two weeks ago," he snorts. He had a point... I guess.
"Get to the point already," I push him over slightly with my hand. He laughs, shoving me a bit too. I shuffle a little ways backwards on the bed. This isn't exactly the right time to not start another play-fight-spar-type of game. I don't think my bed can handle the pressure.
"So... there's this girl... Paresu,"
"And?" I ask, grabbing a handful of leftover chips.
"She's really hot and all... You know how it is, she's popular, always has boys going after her and all... But she's really sweet too. A lot of people say she's really innocent for such an age and for the amount of boyfriends she's had,"
I just nod in response.
"So um... I was just wondering if you could... you know... give me a few pointers. Maybe help me out to... get with her?" He stutters, fiddling with his fingers. Good-Kami, he's that nervous?
See, this is my life-long best friend, Goten. We've known each other since we were in diapers. We've been through thick and thin and whatever else is in the middle. Whether it be fighting a ridiculous pink alien or trying to go about our daily routines, with the added pranks of course. Goten and I are like brothers. We're a special kind and we share one of the greatest friendships I have ever seen.
Goten is an interesting case though. Cream-skinned with thick, wild black hair. Dark chocolate eyes that can light up any person's day no matter how awful it was. A ridiculously childish face and smile that is shared by two other men in his family. A body that many would kill for, and of course big powerful ki from our alien genes. I know him like the back of my hand. He's very happy-go-lucky. He can be a bit of a child at times, but that's just Goten. He knows when to be serious and when to just have fun with life. Maybe that's why I'm still friends with him. I just can't imagine my life without him being there. I'm sure the feelings are mutual.
See, Goten lives in the East distract that's out by the mountains named Mount Paozu. He's been mostly home-schooled like his older brother and then once high school came up, he was forced to go. But here's the catch. My mother, named Bulma Brief. Yeah, yeah, THE famous Bulma Brief; owner and president of the most famous and richest company that all of the Earth have come to know and love, has given Goten an option to join me and my daily life at West City High. Even though he is a year younger than I am, we still hang out. We've formed quite of a routine out of it too.
Of course his mother insisted that he accepts the offer since everything will be paid for thanks to my mother. Neither of us complained. I knew when the offer was accepted our lives at high school was going to be epic. Just the only sad thing is that Goten has to travel everyday, which leads to why we are now sitting in my room.
He tends to stay over a lot during the week. It's easier for him and which is fine by me at times. It's just annoying currently though because of well... I'm currently a third upper class student while he's a second. Yes, yes, I'll repeat, I am 18 and he's 17. No big deal. But the thing is I'm going to be spending my year trying to get into universities - even though I am already pretty smart. Okay, scratch that, I'm a genius... but don't worry about my lack of ever-lasting big words in this. There is a difference between work and leisure. I'm still a teenager. I'm allowed to be lazy. I'm allowed to have a bit of street talk.
Anyway, back to Goten. He's never had a girlfriend. Yes, I do feel sorry for my best friend, but then it is sort of his own fault. Many girls like his, eer what's the word they use... "Cute" charms and "hot" body, but can't really commit to him since he's such a handful at times. Fair enough. Let's just not mention his lack of style. Seriously. The guy wears baggy jeans and T-shirts that must be twice his size. Thank Kami that we have a school uniform – Eh, except on Fridays. Last year they recently allowed everyone to start wearing "home clothes." Of course everyone uses it to their advantage. Well, not Goten. He just rocks up with his baggy T and baggy jeans like it means absolutely no shit to him at all. Eh, but that's Goten. Got to love him like that.
Anyway, what were we talking about again? Oh yes, that's right. Girlfriends. Well, his lack of girlfriends. Alright, now this is pretty much the opposite to my never ending list of girlfriends. Heck, I get love letters daily. Anything to get my undivided attention. How boring. In all honesty I gave up with girls by the time I got to the end of my first grade in high school. They're all the same. I've gone from sexy, slutty, big boobs to bookworms, nerds and the list goes on... I have yet to meet an original. Someone who will literally knock me off my feet. Okay, I'm not meaning the big and bulky type... I'm meaning someone who will love me for who I am and not my money or good looks.
"Since you're really good with the girls... I thought you could you know, maybe help me out?" Goten breaks my train of thought for the second time tonight.
We are currently sitting in my room watching some bad action movies like usual. It's a school night and we're up late. Typical. Mum doesn't come in anymore and tell us off. She's given up on that. Apparently being tired during the whole day is a good enough punishment. Although, I'll admit, I like it when Goten stays over. It's a whole lot better than visiting his place with his over bearing mother and dumb folded father who is still currently training for the Budokai Tenkaichi that is being held next month.
I'm not going to tell you yet how amazingly good we are at fighting nor how, dare I say it, hot we look. No, steroids were not used in the process to achieve our looks or power. It's all raw. Just the way I like it... Eeer, well use to. See, I stopped training years ago; much to my father's disgust. Yes, this is the time where I tell you that I have one hell of a father. Not only is he the Prince of an extinct alien race (known as the Saiyans) but he is also a man of pride, power and a massive ego that can hit you in the face if you ever dare to start questioning it. I tried once. I didn't last five seconds because he ripped a Super Saiyan Two on me instantly and knocked me out. I have yet to pay him back for that. Maybe later, I'm too lazy now.
Anyway, what was I talking about again? Oh yes...
"Why her though?" I ask. I'm trying to remember who Paresu is. I've heard her name recently within a group of girls I once dated... But I can't put a face to it.
"She's in my homeroom...You know the light brown haired one. Really innocent, sweet personality... She dorms here in West City... Her family is back in Satan City I think?" Goten looks up to the roof, his speech becoming a bit mumbled. Is he still nervous?
"So, just ask her out? If she's sweet then it should be no problem,"
His face instantly falls and stares at me in disbelief. Yeah... I just made it pretty obvious that I wasn't listening to his half an hour ranting about this girl. Oops. Great friend I am.
"Are you kidding me Trunks? Haven't you been listening at all?" He growls, raising his voice just a bit higher than normal. Geez Goten, calm the fuck down.
"So why are you making such a big deal of it? Girls like it when you act like *yourself*," I quote with my fingers, "plus anyway, you're a sensitive guy, I'm sure you could-"
"Don't say that. Trunks look at me! I'm a second grade high school student. Never been kissed. Never even had a girl friend. I think it's-"
"So, why does it matter? You out of all people should know by now that girls at high school aren't that good," I budge in quickly.
"That's because you're picky," he snorts, grabbing a hand full of chips.
"See, you're a sensitive guy. They like that,"
I was greeted with awkward silence at that moment. By the looks of it he was deep in thought. I sigh, knowing that I should probably just give him a few good hints. Maybe I could help him out if he's really that desperate.
"Have you ever spoken to her before?" I ask. Goten's the type to like girls from afar. Sure, he's very loud and childish, but generally if there's a girl he likes, he tends to stay away from them. I don't think it's confidence issues. Goten is over confident if anything. I think he's just worried he's going to make them hate him somehow.
"Once or twice... not really," he blushes behind his drink. Thought so. What am I supposed to do? Generally you talk and become friends with the girls you want to date... Unless they just hand themselves over to you; which in Goten's case isn't happening.
What could I do to help my friend? I could give him hints and tips in hopes that he makes his move on girls... but is that enough?
I look him up and down. No, maybe he needs a bit of work. I don't know, like one of those cheesy make-overs people go through during those pathetic romance-comedy movies. I've seen my fair share, trust me. You wouldn't believe how many girls, of all types, dig that shit. I find it boring as hell. But maybe, just maybe, I could weave in something for Goten. Of course, I can't change his personality and stuff. Goten will always be Goten. But maybe I could make him look more... attractive. Give him a bit more experience in areas when it comes to girls too... Maybe give him a few porn magazines while at it.
I nod in agreement as a few ideas pop into my head. Yes. I could do this. I could help him. Somehow, I'll make him get Paresu, if he really wants her.
"Okay, how about this... What if I make you suitable for girls? You know, like one of those cheesy ones that you see in romance-comedy movies,"
I get greeted with a confused face. He furrows his brows and slows his chewing. This isn't going to be easy.
"Like... you know... Change your style a bit... Give you lessons on attracting girls, going out with them and all of that,"
"But I don't have problems with talking to girls... They may not like me in that way, but I don't have problems with them? And what the hell Trunks! My style is fine!" His eyebrows lower into something that looks a bit frightening.
"No, I'm not meaning it in a bad way. I'm meaning that I could give you a few tips, showing you what girls like and you can decide whether you like it or not,"
"How's that supposed to work? We have school uniform..."
"Fridays. Fridays are your days to shine!" I get up on my knees, getting really excited as more ideas form in my head. "We can make Paresu your main goal. We can make her your trophy,"
"That doesn't sound very nice," he complains.
"I can get us to go on a few double dates. I could lend you a hand and maybe a few girls might get into you and bam! You got a few trail girlfriends,"
"No Trunks, that's not being fair to them at all!" He growls. Like he should know, he doesn't know much about girls in the first place... I think? As far as I know, and expect, he doesn't know anything. If I remember correctly he thought the bumps on girls' chests were an extra pair of ass cheeks up until the tender age of 15. Yeah, I better lend him some porn mags. He has a lot to learn. If he wants Paresu, a *popular* girl, then he'll need to know his stuff...err anatomy too.
"Look, do you want Paresu or not?" I ask for the final time.
He bites his bottom lip. A habit I'll need to get him out off too. Silence lingers between us for a few minutes and he finally looks up and nods slowly. The uncertain smile on my face turns into a bright grin, knowing that I have won. This is going to be awesome!
"Alright, we can try," he agrees. "Starting tomorrow, it's Project Son Goten," he adds, holding his hand out.
"Project Son Goten," I nod in agreement, shaking the slightly sweaty palm.
If someone told me at that moment when we decided upon this stupid deal that things would end up the way it did; then I wouldn't have even shaken his hand. I would've told him that I was joking. But all things happen for a reason. Some good, some bad. Whether or not you think it ended up good or bad will be up to you.
I am Trunks Brief; the son of Bulma Brief and Vegeta. And I am fully responsible for changing both my life and my best friend's.
And this is how Project Son Goten came to be.
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