Disclaimer: I don't own anything from DragonBall/Z/GT/Kai
Author's Notes: Sorry i didn't like how it was coming along so i decided to do another rewrite. Hope you like this version too.
Trunks POV
I've been living in Florida and I'm label as troublemaker, emo, and scene kid. I've been push around for my hair and for being who I am. I beg my adoptive parents to let my dye my hair black but they say I look handsome with lavender. I never knew my parents they gave me up since I was born. When I was a kid I believe that those people were my real parents but once I was 9 they told me I was adopted.
I'm leaving Florida to California. My parents told me that they were sending me away for a better education. They also didn't like how I was treated in school. They believe that I'm mature enough to live on my own and they are paying the rent until I get a job. I hope this goes well and start m life over and get friends, start a band, and maybe a girlfriend who understand my pain in life.
Pan POV
School is gonna start soon and I don't want to go. People say things behind my back like slut, whore, scene girl, emo, and dark nerd. My parents died in a plane crash when I was 12. They were on their way to Japan for a business meeting. I never been the same again.
I was a happy and cheerful girl and now I'm not happy and I'm always down. I've been living with my grandpa Goku, grandma Chichi, and my uncle Goten who is only few months older then me. Me and Goten once went to different High School. But I couldn't stand the people in my old school so I transfer to Goten school. I wasn't being picked on but I was still being call names. This year better be good.
Normal POV
"Today is the first day of school I better not screw this up," thought Trunks.
"Alright Pan just clam down and you'll get through this. Just this year and one more year to go then I'm out of here," thought Pan.
"Goten can I ask you a question," asked Pan. Goten nodded. "Do you thing this year will get better for me?". "I do feel that this year will be the best so don't worry about it,". "Thanks Goten that means a lot to me,". Then she yawn and stretch her arms up in the air. Goten notice something. "Pan when will you stop with the self-harm. I know it still hurts but cutting is not the answer. Please just stop before it becomes an addiction,". She looks down and walk away saying "I can't promise you that,".
Pan POV
I walk into my new homeroom and I saw a new kid sitting in the back corner. "Well the usual seat in the back corner is taken which is usually isn't. Well I guess I'll seat next to him he seems an awesome guy. Shoulder length purple hair, dark clothing, and he's listening to music being lost in his own world. I think he was looking at me because I looked around and nobody was looking at him. I look ugly does he think I'm cute oh god he's so hot. Ok Pan just calm down and walk over to him.
Trunks POV
This must be my homeroom. I only been here for maybe about 30 mintues and already people are talking about me. Looks like I'm the only "emo" kid in class. Great there's an empty spot in the back corner. Guess I'll just listen to my music until…the end of school. I was so lost in my own world when I look up I notice a girl near the class entrance. I know she was into rock by what she was wearing. She was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, all black converse, slipknot shirt, a black sweater which was open, and I see a vest with maybe patches. She looks cute. I wonder which genre she was into hard rock, soft rock, alternate, or heavy metal. I've been staring at her for a while now she probably think I'm a creep.
Normal POV
Pan walk closer to Trunks. "Hey name Trunks I just came from Florida,". "Hi my name is Pan and I like your shirt but who is Marilyn Manson I remember that I was going to buy a CD of him but my grandma made me put it back. So I never once heard one of his songs my grandma made sure of that,". "You got one strict grandma,". "Yea but she's not bad at least she let's me be myself,". "Awesome oh here listen to his song,". Pan grab a chair and sat close to him. He gave her an ear bud and she put it in her ear. "This song is call The Beautiful People" then he press play.
And I don't want ya and I don't need ya
Don't bother to resist or I'll beat ya
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
And you can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that's in your way
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that's in your way
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean?
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
"What this song means to me the outcasts and the ones with pretty faces walk around in tank tops and mini skirts are always the popular ones, and that whatever your idea of beauty is, as you like it, it doesn't matter what other people think," said Trunks. "I know exactly what you mean," said Pan. The bell rang and the teacher walk in.
"Ok class settle down first I'll do attendance and then we'll introduce ourselves and thats it,". When that was say Pan stay close to Trunks listening to his music so they didn't hear anything. They way they were sitting was Trunks was facing forward and they were sitting hip to hip and Pan was facing the other side and she had to lean back her head to talk to Trunks. "Pan Son….is there a Pan Son,". Some of the students turn around to call Pan. "Hey emo freak the teacher is calling you". That got her attention. Pan turn around to face the class.
"I'm sorry what happen,". "Pan Son today is the first day and you're already asking for trouble,". "Uhh here," she said raising her hand. Then a few more names "Trunks Quinn here,". Trunks raise his hand "here". Then a few more names. "Alright class let's the introductions starting from the back to the front. We talk about our names, our goals in life, and your likes and dislikes,". Pan was up first. "Well my name is Pan Son, my goals in life is I don't have a goal, my likes are you can tell from what I'm wearing, and my dislikes are them girly bitches," she smile and sat back down. All the other girls glare at her.
Next was Trunks. "My name is Trunks Quinn, I don't have a goal in life, you can tell what I like by what I'm wearing, and my dislike are the swagfags," he sat back down and the guys that consider to have "swag" glare at him. "Oh and one more thing this is my natural hair color it's not some hair dye gone wrong,". it went on like that till class was over.