Trunks Goes to High School

By: Megami-sama

Megami-sama: Ossu! This is my first fic writing under Megami-sama. ^_^ I hope you all enjoy this story. I don't know how long it would be, but hopefully I get a chance to update soon with Chapter two. I still have decided with class would be next. So I'll ask you. Which class should be next? English? Science? History? Etc? I've got a thing for each class or just about each class but I can't decide which class to put next.

Trunks: Megami-sama? What kind of name is that?

Megami-sama: It means Goddess which is exactly what I am.

Trunks: What? I think your name should be Youma or Shinigami.

Megami-sama: Why?

Trunks: Youma means demon or monster and Shinigami means God of Death! That's more like you.

Megami-sama: Trunks you'll regret that! I don't have to humiliate Gohan in this fic. I can always change it around . . .

Trunks: What? Don't do that! Don't you like humiliating Gohan?

M-sama: Yes . . .

T: You don't want to ruin your chance at doing that, now do you?

M-sama: No, but . . .

T: So on to the fic!

Chapter one: Math Class

Life was boring. The purple hair boy stared at the ceiling in his bedroom. His father was training all day for a little spar match with Gohan--to help improve the brat's strength. His mother was always in her laboratory. And his best friend was helping Gohan train so he couldn't come over to put a stop to this boredom that had taken hold of him, and ChiChi grounded Goten--another reason why he couldn't play with him. Trunks sighed. He didn't even have his grandparents here to help him. They had on a little vacation last week and weren't due back until three months later. Trunks sighed again and turn to look at the pictures on the wall. One was a baby picture taken the same day he was born with the tail still attach. Another one was of his mother holding him in that ugly outfit Bulma had chosen for him. The next picture was his favorite. Bulma wanted to get a picture of him and his future self--no one Trunks knew of could claim that when he was one, his seventeen-year-old self held him.

Trunks' eyes lit up. Maybe he could use his mother's time machine to bring his future self back to play with. The seven-year-old hopped out of bed and race through the halls of Capsule Corporation to his mother's lab for the time machine. Trunks never made it. His mother just happened to be coming out of her off, located next to the lab, and stopped to talk to him.

"Trunks, I have a surprise for you."

The boy looked at her. "What is it?"

Bulma smiled at her son. She couldn't wait for his reaction. "I'm sending you to school."

"School?" he whispered.

"Yep, school, but not any old school but to Gohan's. Since you're too smart of elementary school, Orange Star High School has placed you into Gohan's grade. I've made a special request that you'll be in all of Gohan's classes. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Trunks thought about it. At the first mention of school, he was ready to get his mom to ditch the idea but that was before she said he would be with Gohan. An evil smirk found its way on his face. Bulma was afraid of what her son could be thinking but as long as he went to school, it was fine by her for whatever scheme he could be thinking of. "When do I start?"

Bulma smiled happily as she grabbed his hand. "Now!"

* * * * *

Gohan made it to school on time for once. He sat down just as the bell rang. The seat next to him was empty. He frowned. The teenager looked over at Videl Satan and raised an eyebrow as he pointed to the chair.

"She's sick," Videl whispered before the teacher started his morning announcements.

"Morning class, today we have a new student. He scored perfect scores on all of the entry tests." The teacher walked over to the door and opened it. The class could faintly hear the conversation.

"No, I don't want you to come with me Mom! I'm not a baby any more, you don't have to hold me hand."

The woman, the mother the class guessed, replied back. "Okay, sweetheart. I wished you luck! Oh, remember your promise and behave, got that mister?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just go now!"

"Here's you lunch. I packed you all your favorites."

"Thanks."

"Have fun!"

"I will when you leave."

Gohan thought the two voices were familiar but he couldn't place a finger on the why.

"That guy must be a total dork!" Sharpener said loudly. "I bet he'll take your title, Gohan. No one let's their mother takes them to school. At least he knew better than let her into the classroom."

The teacher, Mr. Shiro, walked back into the classroom leading a very short, purple hair boy. Everyone blinked in surprise. This was their new classmate? Gohan was in shock. Now he recognized those two voices. Why didn't he realized it sooner? He was such an idiot. "Class, this is Trunks Briefs. Trunks, why don't you tell us a little about your self?"

"I'm Trunks Briefs and I'm seven years old. My mom is Bulma Briefs and my dad is Prince Vegeta. That makes me royalty, so stay out of my way and I'll try to remember not to kill you all for being such idiots. Of course Gohan is excluded from the last part."

The class and Mr. Shiro was taken back by the serious note in the boy's words. Mr. Shiro cleared his throat. "Y-yes, yes. Well, you may take Erasa Rubber's seat, right next to Son Gohan."

Trunks took the steps to Gohan's row and sat down. "Hi Gohan."

"What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like? I'm going to school."

"Shouldn't you be in second grade or something?"

Videl glared at Gohan. "You know Bulma Briefs? And her son?"

Gohan nodded. "I some times baby-sit Trunks."

"Why didn't you say something before?"

"About what?"

"Knowing the richest woman in the world!"

Gohan rubbed the back of his neck as he gave the Son grin trademark. "I didn't think it was big deal."

"Not a big deal?" asked Sharpener. "Why ever would you think that?"

"I knew Bulma all of my life. She was my babysitter several times." Although she wasn't never good at it because I was stolen from her several times or I got lost. I wonder how she never lost Trunks before? Gohan looked at the shook faces of his friends.

"Bulma Briefs babysat you?"

Gohan nodded. "She wasn't very good at it. She was always working at a gadget or something. My mom really didn't want her to watch me because of this one time."

Videl raised her eyebrow in question. Gohan shook his head. "Oh, it was nothing really."

Trunks smirked as he saw his opportunity. "Videl, I know why ChiChi didn't want my mom to watch Gohan. Do you want to know why?" Videl nodded eagerly. "While my mom was watching him one time, his uncle kidnapped him. Then when Piccolo killed his dad and his uncle, he took Gohan to train him for a year. I heard ChiChi didn't talk to my mom for six months."

"Getting kidnapped is nothing?" demanded Videl.

"Train for what?" Sharpener asked like he only picked up that information.

Mr. Shiro rapped his pointer on the wooden stand he was standing at. "Gohan, Videl, Sharpener," he said, ignoring the fact that Trunks Briefs also was talking. "Is there a reason why you three are disrupting my class?"

"No, sir."

"Next time, I'll make you all hold buckets of water for the rest the period. Get it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, 3x square multiplied by 5x cubed + 9xyz divided by . . ."

"I'm going to get answers, Gohan," Videl told him. "You better be ready to give them to me at lunch."

"I will," whispered a dishearten half saiyan who was wondering what he would say.

Mr. Shiro didn't get the chance to take the three teenagers out of class but he was tempted to take his newest student out of class. The purple hair boy was having the time of his life. Several students had looked back at him so Trunks made threatening gestures at them. When Mr. Shiro had asked the boy a question, Trunks just said back to him, "Why are you asking me? You already know the answer." Gohan just shook his head, ready to chastise the boy when class was over.

Finally, much to the relief of Mr. Shiro, the bell rang signally the end of the period. The students happily left their seat to go to their lockers. Trunks followed Gohan to his locker, not bothering to get his book for the next class.

"Trunks, what do you think you are doing?" Trunks rolled his eyes and waited for the older boy's lecture. "When the teacher ask you a question, you're suppose to answer back. What is your mother going to say when I tell her about it?"

"What? Your not going to tell Mom, are you?"

Gohan got a glint in his eyes that was rarely there. "If you keep this up, I will."

"Please don't! I promised her and Dad I'll behave. They promised me they would take me to the park this weekend," he pleaded. Trunks inwardly smirked as he remember something else he promised his father.

"Boy, I want you to promise me that you will humiliate the brat at every chance you get. If you do, I'll take you and Goten to the Zoo."

"Of course I would, Dad. I am, after all, your son, and since Mom mentioned it, all I've been thinking of are ways to embarrass Gohan."

"Good."