~So I felt like Goten, the little cutie, needed some love. So yes I created yet another OC to have him be adorkable with. This OC I created way back a coon's age ago when I was in my Freshmen year of college. That was...oh god...TWELVE YEARS AGO. I've reinvented her character a few times and at even one time had her paired up with Gohan. I create OC's because all of my OC's are created from good friends, relatives, and myself from throughout the years. They're so much fun to write. That and I try to make them slightly realistic with their own issues and flaws. Like for example my character Maeve whose in my Mirai Trunks story is a recovered drug addict with severe emotional issues. Than you have Merrilee who is an emotionally neglected introvert of a young woman who doesn't have any ambition. Ellie's character is going to develop throughout the story but she is based a lot off my best friend of 20 years who is shy, sweet, and lacks a lot of confidence and suffers from a bit of social anxiety. She's also an amazing artist. This story has been sitting on my computer FOREVER and its funny I received a couple of reviews on my other DBZ story, with Merrilee, loving my work but a bit miffed I hadn't wrote anything about Goten and I had to agree. I have neglected him. So hear you go my dear! Its funny you said something I've had this piece for a LONG time. Finally I got the push I needed to fine tune it and get it out there. ENJOY!~

** Maiko :3**


History & The Hybrid

Prologue


The paper was covered in what seemed to be nothing but red. Every line he had typed was inked to oblivion by crimson. You couldn't even hardly read what he had written at all it was so covered with color now. Not too mention the giant, not normal sized, but a GARGANTUAN, letter "F" written in what looked liked extra emphasis from the indent in the paper. You could actually feel the lines in the paper from the back from the point of the pen. He hadn't just failed his history report he had imploded it creating a black hole in his professor's grade book no doubt. His professor had felt enraged and took it personal reading this paper, he had too, why else would he put so much passion in destroying it with a red marker?

"Your mother is going to kill you." Goten looked at his best friend since infancy Trunks Briefs who was stating the obvious

"You think?" Goten groaned

"What the hell...I can't even read it there is so much red on here." Trunks chuckled leaning over Goten's shoulder to trying to make sense of the mess of a report.

"I know! I mean I get it, I failed, but did Professor Hoff have to do this?" Goten asked pouting he really had tried and worked hard on this report.

"I don't know I never had him." Trunks shrugged he was currently in his master's program having taken dual enrollment and advanced placement courses in school graduating sooner than Goten. Goten was currently just a junior in college.

"What am I going to do?! It's half way through the semester. We only have like two more tests and our final. This research paper was forty percent of our grade." He whimpered

Trunks rolled his eyes at his best friend. Honestly, it was ridiculous to see the six-foot-plus martial artist and son of the universe's strongest warrior whining like a little girl. He could feel for him though Chichi, his mother, was a harpy when it came to school and grades. Goten was smart but there were just somethings he couldn't quite comprehend. Math, science, and other subjects he usually made good grades in nothing less than a "B" most times. Literature and history were his weaker subjects he usually was able to scrape together a high "C" in both courses but this history course, in particular, was kicking his hind end.

"Well if you ace the rest of your tests and your final then you should be fine, that's sixty percent of your grade after all. I'm sure if you butter up your professor than they'll let you rewrite the paper with the highest score being a "C" most of them are good about that. You can even ask for extra credit that couldn't hurt either. Also, is your professor a woman, flirting never is a bad idea either." Trunks chuckled grinning

"No, he's not. He's a grouchy old bastard whose probably, at least, sixty! Extra credit are you kidding me? HA!" He said sarcastically.

"Oh, well that sucks for you. You'll just have to study your ass off and hope for a miracle." Trunks said with a shrug

"Gee, thanks, Trunks," Goten said scowling at him

"Don't blame me Goten." Trunks snapped back

"Well, a bit more sympathy would be nice." Goten shot back

"Sympathy! I gave you my best suggestions." Trunks argued again

"Well, they weren't good enough! Not everyone is born a genius!" Goten yelled this time

"I might be smart but I still have to study you, idiot!" Trunks yelled back

Both young men were so preoccupied with their argument they didn't see the young woman walking with a stack of thick books in her arms, a shoulder bag, and an art portfolio coming up behind them. The young woman, in turn, couldn't see them very well seeing as how the stack of books came just over her line of site. She had been trying to walk on the outskirts of the hallway traffic closest to the wall occasionally peaking around her books to keep clear of others. What she hadn't considered was the too broad shouldered warriors too distracted with their heated discussion to see her coming. She clipped Trunks' shoulder, lost her balance, bounced off the lockers next to her, and with a yelp dropped her books that landed with a slam and her portfolio fell to the floor flying open and several pieces of her art fluttered out. Both the Saiyan hybrids an the young woman stood frozen looking at the aftermath.

"Oh shit. Sorry." Trunks said automatically

"It's okay. It's my fault I wasn't able to watch where I was going, I was carrying too much." Came her flustered reply as she knelt quickly going after her scattered sketches and watercolors.

Trunks knelt down and started picking up her scattered pieces of art while Goten started gathering her textbooks. He was surprised at their weight as he gathered them. His dark brown eyes alighted upon the girl and he felt a smile tugging at his lips at the slightly outrageous appearance she had. She was wearing teal tights, mustard yellow flats, a faded jean skirt, a white and navy striped tank top and a teal vest top. It was really her hair that got him the most. It was a mousey brown cute in a chunky bob with a large section of bang dyed teal and she sported a nose piercing. There was no doubt she was artistic her clothes screamed bohemian, artsy, cool nerd. Her eyes were two different colors he noticed one an almond brown the other a hazel. He'd learned about this condition in biology but had never ever seen anyone in the physical person of it.

"That's fine. Here you go." Trunks said smiling handing her porfolio so she could the put rest of her artwork back.

"Thanks. Oh, thanks to you too." She said smiling a bit shyly as Goten stood up his arms full of her books. She reached for them to take the stack back but he hesitated.

"Hey, do you want some help? These are kind of heavy for you aren't they?" He asked quirking an eyebrow. Her smile dropped a little but she didn't falter too much.

"No. I'll be fine. Thank you, though." Without a second thought, she snatched her books from him with more force than he thought she could muster. She wasn't exactly tiny, average size, but didn't look super athletic or anything.

"You're welcome," He said as she spared once more glance to both men before hurrying on her way.

"Well, she was a little strange." Trunks chuckled

"No kidding," Goten said smiling

"Kind of cute, though. I saw you giving her the once over." Trunks said elbowing him

"Her? I mean she was, unique, but not my type." He said balking slightly

"Oh, that's right you like Paris, big boobs no brains?" Trunks laughed

"Paris isn't dumb. She's just a little, naive is all. And it's not just her boobs have you seen her legs?" Goten grinned sheepishly

"You're hopeless man." Trunks snorted

"Hey, your last girlfriend wasn't exactly the pick of the litter either, Trunks." Goten teased

"True, but it wasn't exactly her brain I was after either."

Ellie hadn't had the best of mornings as she came to her university classes. She had woken up late, missed the first bus to the campus, than realized she'd forgotten ALL of her textbooks at home and had to rent some from the library to make up for it. Than that disaster in the hallway where she had run into someone trying to hurry to class, not having time literally enough to put her books in her bag, and threw all her artwork and books all over the hall. Luckily the two young men she had ran in to were polite enough to help her pick up her disaster. One was sharply handsome, whom she recognized as Trunks Briefs, the school star student and Capsule Corp. Heir, everyone knew who he was. The other one was taller, and broad shouldered, with dark hair and equally as dark eyes.

She realized he was in her history class with Professor Hoff but she had never spoken with him and didn't know his name. He seemed to be Trunks' friend though and had a classically handsome sort of look. As he helped her with her books though she found herself getting irritated at him, a perfect stranger, for suggesting she needed help with her books. Ellie was a bit introverted and apprehensive towards most people because well, she was different. She wasn't your classic college girl, in fact, she hadn't really changed much since middle school and her friends back home picked on her about that. She never fell in the different cliques and descriptions set by the social caste system of her peers. She'd always been the dorky, nerdy, artsy, creative person with a bit of a natural athletic ability she nurtured through hiking, skating, and horseback riding. Her mother called her her little active dreamer. Ellie hadn't been without friends she just had a smaller circle growing up and now she had moved away to go to university a couple of years ago. Most of her social engagements now consisted of her art club and a few long distance friends she video chatted with. She was content to be by herself most of the time with her photographs, drawings, and books.

That guy who didn't even know her, even though she knew he was just trying to be nice, to act like she was some helpless little girl. If she ever needed help she asked for it. Ellie knew normally the gesture wouldn't have bothered her at all it was just because she was irritable this morning in particular. She blew it off and went back to making sure she got to class on time. A couple of hours later she practically had forgotten but would be reminded again as she walked into her history class and saw Goten. She took her seat in the middle row like normal and got ready for the lecture.

Goten adamantly tried to pay attention this lecture, more so than usual but honestly, it was like the professor was speaking another language. He spent half the class confused and the other half dazed by all the dates and names. Someone discovered something in this year and then traveled back and fifty years later another someone from a different country came back and established a colony that was named after some dead duchess. He groaned rubbing his temples as he walked to the professor's desk after class intent on trying to use some of Trunks' advice. He already knew the answer to some of Trunks' suggestions but it was worth a try. As he approached the desk he perked up realizing that the girl that had ran into Trunks this morning was standing there speaking to the professor.

"Ms. Petit I was impressed with the extent of your research and the resources you chose. Your content was on point. The only reason I didn't give you a perfect score was because of punctuation." Professor Hoff, a short and bald, aging man said to her. The girl smiled shyly but showed her gratitude.

"Its no problem Professor. I understand. My grammar isn't the best. I think a 95 is good enough, I won't complain." She said

"I hope not young lady, that is by far the highest grade I have given any paper this semester. I hope the rest of your work is as good or better. Its a shame your area of study is art, you have a wonderful mind for history, have you thought of minoring in it?" Mr. Hoff asked hopefully

"Here and there. We'll see I'm only a sophomore."

"A sophomore in an advanced history class young lady," He said pointedly

"Well, yes, that too. I'll think about it sir. Thank you." Ellie said

"You do that. Oh, what can I do for you, young man?" Professor Hoff asked seeing Goten standing there. Ellie spared him a glance before the recognition passed between them. He offered her a smile and to his chagrin saw her flush a bit.

"Professor I was wondering if I could talk to you a minute," Goten said holding up his report and Professor Hoff's demeanor changed in an instant

"Oh good lord. I remember that monstrosity." Professor Hoff snorted "I'm afraid I can't help you with that."

"But Professor you didn't even listen to what I was going to say..." Goten said desperately

"There is nothing to say, young man. That by far is one of the WORST papers that I have ever read. There was no subject, your facts were completely off point, I didn't even know where it began or where it ended, and your spelling is atrocious." Professor Hoff snapped making Goten wince

"D-do you have any suggestions on how I could improve my grade?" Goten stuttered

"Pray." Professor Hoff snapped "Now good day to you." with that the aged Professor turned his back on him heading to his office.

Ellie had stood in shock hearing the professor's tirade a few feet away gripping the strap of her shoulder bag. Goten sighed defeated before looking up seeing her. Ellie started quickly grabbed her books and about faced heading out of the room. Goten frowned sitting down on the stairs of the aisle leaning his forearms on his thighs. As Ellie almost made it out of the room she heard Goten.

"Ugh. This is great. If I fail this class I'll have to take summer classes and my mother will kill me and I'll lose my scholarship." He snapped

Ellie didn't know why she stopped but she did and spared a glance over her shoulder. Something in the tone of his voice probably. The worse thing though was the expression on his face, he looked like a kicked puppy. She sighed trying to remind herself it wasn't her problem turning to go once more but hearing his heavy sigh once more she stopped and turned again. She rolled her eyes walking up to him and he looked up at her surprised.

"Um. I'm sorry I stayed and overheard all that. I just was really surprised, I mean Professor Hoff is tough but I was just shocked at how kinda of, awful he was to you." She said to him

"Thanks." Was his irritable reply

"Um...if I were you, I'd consider a tutor maybe. It couldn't hurt." Ellie said next.

"Its really late in the semester. Most of the graduate students who tutor have already been assigned and I can't afford one." He said a bit more dismissively than he meant

"Oh. Well. Just a suggestion. Might want to ask to join a study group or one of our classmates might tutor you for cheap." Was her last words as she turned to leave.

Goten suddenly perked up hearing her last suggestion. Ellie had started to leave again when the idea hit him. He jumped up hurrying after her. "Hey! Wait a second."

Ellie gasped in surprise nearly dropping her books again until a large hand and strong forearm came past her and caught them easily enough and took them out of her grasp. Ellie turned looking at the young man as he grinned holding her textbooks in the palm of one hand as if they weighed nothing. "You!"

"Me? What about me?" she asked a bit startled by the sudden fact he was behind her and the quick change in attitude.

"You can tutor me." He said

"What? No, I can't," she said dismissing the idea quickly

"Awe, why not?" Goten asked disappointed at her dismissal

"I-I don't have time! I have five classes already that I have to study for on my own, and then art club. My schedule won't allow it. I'm sorry." She said and reached for her books but he literally held them out of her reach.

"Please! There isn't any other way." Goten said desperately

"No. Please let me have my books...um...whoever you are." She said

"Goten, Son Goten." He offered giving her his trademark grin that usually made girl's bashful and bat their eyelashes at him. On this girl in particular it made her annoyed.

"Right, Goten. Can I have my books?" Ellie asked frowning slightly

"I can carry them for you! In return for tutoring me." He offered

Ellie's frown deepened "No, thank you. I don't have them with me every day I was just late this morning and I had to borrow these from the library."

"Oh." Goten said a bit disappointed and lowered them to her grasp but as she reached for him he suddenly stopped and yanked them out of her grasp again. "Actually, let me carry them for you just today and you tutor me just once."

"No! Seriously give them back to me. This isn't funny." She snapped at him getting angry. She actually went as far as too jump up to grab them and Goten grinned holding them higher.

"Not giving them back until you agree to tutor me just once." He challenged giving her his playful smile.

Ellie looked at him flabbergasted "Y-you're serious?"

"Yep." He said determined his smile turning a bit mischevious

Ellie groaned "Fine! Just once. You're absolutely ridiculous."

He laughed lowering the books down and clutching them under his arm. "Maybe but you said yes. What's your name anyways?"

"Ellie, Ellie Petit." She huffed

"It's nice to meet you, Ellie, it was very nice of you to agree to help me," Goten said laying on the charm but Ellie glared at him flushing in irritation instead of embarrassment.

"I didn't Agree on anything! You blackmailed me by holding my textbooks, hostage." She snapped at him.

"Blackmailed is such a harsh word. I'm doing you a favor ma'am." He laughed.

Ellie rolled her eyes "How are you going to get to your own classes and make sure I have my books for mine for the rest of the day without being late anyways?"

"You let me worry about that Ellie. Now come on let's go." Goten said giving her that annoying lopsided grin again and walking out into the hallway. Ellie sighed hard and trudged unwillingly after him wondering how she had gotten herself into this. Oh that was right, because he looked like a pathetic puppy, and she happened to have a soft spot for puppies.


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