Authors Notes I have not been able to post up here before, just becoming a member and all. I would like to thank you all for reading this story, the story that I have been spending my time with. Although this story, I believe, is not the best of my work at the moment, I hope it will meet your standards and get you reading into it more and more. The story line will progress, I just felt as though I wanted to ease into it. This will not follow any of the previous DBZ plotlines, but will still have action in it. And as a side note; I do not own any of the characters names in this story except for a choice few, the creators of the DB(Z)(GT) stories, and shows, own all rights to those names and I do not intend to take those rights away.

Just Another Day in the Life

Written by: Taylor Zell

Chapter 1: Rude Awakenings

Goten was looking at his watch as he sped down the street, not paying attention to where he was going, he kept chanting "Oh my god, I'm going to be late again!" over and over. He took a corner, the way the curve went and the speed his feet were moving, made him stumble a little. Gaining balance once more, he heard what he was dreading, the loud sound of the school bell went off, echoing through the empty streets of Satan City. "Damn it!" he said, quickening his pace a little more, "The teacher is going to call home again, my mother is going to have my head!"

He slowed, stopping abruptly and leaning against a wall, the thought of his mother finding out he was neglecting his school work seemed to take all the energy out of him. He pulled the school bag off of his back and reaching inside he pulled out a small rectangular box, opening it he pulled out a cigarette. "Yeah, she'd kill me for this too..." He placed the cigarette into his mouth, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, clicking the light a couple times it finally lit. He took a long drag off of it, and blew the smoke out through his nose. Around five minutes passed and he felt as though he could no longer put off going to school, and being late once more.

He slowly drew himself up, fixed his clothing and through the smoldering cigarette butt on the ground. Beginning to walk, he forcefully shoved his bag on his back and then shoved his hands into his pocket. "I wish there were some way of getting out of this." he thought silently to himself. Finally after around ten minutes he reached the school, making his way up the stairs he heard the bell ring again, this was to signal the end of home room.

Goten had finally worked his way to his locker when he ran into his childhood friend, Trunks, who was sitting there snickering to himself. "What's so damn funny, eh?" Snarled Goten as he put in his combination, Trunks lowered his head, the grin growing ever wider.

"Oh nothing, just trying to think of what your mother is going to hit you with this time, wasn't it the kitchen table last time?" He broke into a slight chuckle, the thought of Chi-Chi, the small hotheaded woman who even frightened the great Gokou, getting so angry for her son misbehaving in school just made him feel like his life was a little better.

"I don't know, you know sometimes that woman really gets under my skin, she just doesn't understand what it's like to be a teenager anymore. You know, I wish that Piccolo would take me sometimes, you know, like he did Gohan." He leans up against the locker, laying his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I just don't know why she gets like that, Gohan may have wanted what she wanted, but I want to be like my dad..."

Trunks threw his backpack over his shoulder and glanced over at Goten, "Well, you'll never be like him if you keep up that smoking, it is interfering with your training, that and your mother" He chuckled silently to himself again, trying to hide the smug look on his face. "Well, we better head off to class, the bell will ring soon."

"Yeah, don't want to be late twice in the same day...she might throw the house at me." With that comment, Goten finally showed some hint of his spirits rising, knowing that it can't be all that bad. The two went off to class, Math, one of their best subjects, mainly because of the teacher.

The two boys walked through the door, threw their bags into their seats and sat down, waiting for the bell to ring. Once the bell had rung, the door cracked open a bit and the two sat forward in their seats, waiting for Miss Bareay to come waltzing through the door. The smiles became shallow frowns as the teacher came into view, not the lovely young energetic teacher they came to like so much, but it was a woman, with black hair, placed up into a bun, she looked the same as she had so many years ago. "Mom..." The words fell from Gotens mouth as if he had no control over his voice.

The class began to chatter amongst itself, pointing at Goten and making comments he could only catch bits and pieces to. "Oh God..." He thought to himself, "Why have you done this to me," he slouched into his chair, trying to become less noticeable, trying to hide amongst the other students.

"Dude, what and the hell is your mother doing here, where is Miss Bareay." Trunks said as he was slouched over whispering to Goten. The day had seemed as if it couldn't have gotten any worse.

"Good morning class," Said Chi-Chi with an extremely positive attitude, "Miss Bareay is unable to make it here today, she has the flu or something to that measure, so I will be your substitute until she is well enough to make it to school." She turned and began to write her name on the chalk board, spelling in big clear letters: Chi-Chi. "I am Chi-Chi, as you all can see, I am Gotens mother, yes the very Goten sitting there in the front row." Goten sank even further into his seat, his face turning red.

After the initial shock of his mother being his new substitute, replacing the teacher he looked forward to the most everyday, he felt as though he was being watched. He walked through the rest of the day with the strangled thought of his mother finding out about what he had been doing in school.

Once the final bell rang, he collected up his books off his desk and shuffled his way to his locker. Throwing the books forcefully into his locker and slamming the door, he waited for Trunks to meet him there. After several minutes, he finally arrived, "Hey, sorry I'm late," he said "your mother asked to speak with me real quick, she asked about you." A look of shock came upon Gotens face, his mouth falling open after hearing this news. "She asked if I could talk to you about your school work, she said she had noticed your grades falling."

"What does she mean, 'My grades are falling', my grades are fine, I mean sure I have been late a couple times, but that's because we live so far out." Goten made his way to the front doors, dodging other students as he made his way through the hall. "Well, what did you tell her?"

Trunks looked at his feet, his eyes focusing on the movement of his feet. "Well?" said Goten, becoming more anxious every step he took.

"Well, she wanted me to tutor you." He kept eye contact with his feet. "She also asked if I could come over everyday after school, making sure you come home soon." He continued to walk, making his steps a bit quicker. Goten looked as though his day had gotten a bit better.

He began speaking again, his voice seemed to be a bit happier. "And you told her that you couldn't and she said alright, right?" Trunks didn't answer and the look on Gotens face faded again, his eyes sinking, "You did tell her no, didn't you?" Still no answer, Goten became agitated, "You told her YES! Oh my God! Why did you tell her yes!"

"She just wouldn't take no for an answer, and you know that look she gives you, the one that makes your dad cringe." Trunks finally had looked at Goten, a look of sheer terror on his face, he began to feel as though he was going to be sick.

No one spoke again until they were halfway down the road from the school and Goten had lit his second cigarette. Trunks finally broke the silence, "You really need to quit that. It will end up killing you." And with that no one spoke for the remainder of the time they had walked to Gotens house. It took a while, at the pace they were moving, and made both of them seem to become a bit uneasy around each other.

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