A/N: Thank you so much for reviews! I really appreciate them! In this chapter, it is the first day of school. There will be some subtle foreshadowing too. With that being said, I don't want to move this story too fast, so I will try my best to let it flow calmly but not too slow. Anyhoo, enjoy it!
West City High – Chapter Two | Purple Eyes
Upon returning to the Capsule Corp, Trunks did not go up to his room immediately. Out in the back yard, there was a decent sized detached garage that was set up with not only random things the Brief's family stored there, but a sizeable television, his gaming systems, and other things he used leisurely. Being a fan of music, Trunks picked up the acoustic guitar in his early pre-teen and teenage years, and after taking a couple hits off his weed pipe, he played. Having already passed his drug test for football, he knew it would be okay to smoke a little as random drug testing didn't start until after the first semester. He didn't smoke very often, maybe once or twice a month usually when he is feeling stressed or can't sleep, but in this particular occasion, he wanted to help out his creativity. Trunks loved to write his own songs for the guitar, but lately he has hit a bit of a creative dry spell. He played for what felt like an eternity in weed years, but in reality was only about an hour. Checking his cell phone for the time, he noticed he received a text from Goten.
"Dude I jus smoked bud w/ videl. . . Did U kno she smoked??"
Laughing out loud, Trunks replied, "No way Go-10! That's crazy? Does ur bro?"
"She told me not 2 tell him. So, I don't thnk so." Goten text back.
"That is so crazy! Y r u guys smoking 2gthr?"
"She found me outside so I guess she smelled it. C u at skoo."
"iight, later." Trunks flipped his screen back down and looked at the time displayed in the front. It was almost eleven. To make it to school by eight thirty, he knew he had to be up by seven which in turn meant Trunks needed to find his way to bed. He locked up the garage, and headed inside where he found his mom and dad passed out on the couch together. Trunks grabbed a throw blanket off the love seat and placed it over them. As he turned to walk up the stairs to his room, he heard the front door open in what was supposed to be a quiet fashion. He knew it was his sister, and just remembered the bike scene earlier. He found her in the kitchen, where he immediately began to interrogate her.
"Bra, please don't tell me where you've been all this time." Trunks said with his big brother instincts kicking into gear.
"Fine with me, I wasn't going to." Bra smarted off.
"I saw you with that Snake retard, and you really need to just not hang out with him. Do you really want me to kick his ass to kingdom come?" Trunks threatened.
"Oh please, just because I actually interact with the opposite sex and you don't doesn't mean you can tell me what to do. I am not some weird loser like you are." Bra accidentally slammed the refrigerator door.
"Well, how would you like dad to know that Pan magically turned into a blonde haired boy in my grade level." Trunks crossed his arms and leaned up against the kitchen door frame. Bra's eyes grew wide as she scowled at him. "Yeah, I know who you told them you have been with."
"You wouldn't tell them because I know you smoke pot! Dad would murder you." Bra attempted to bluff back.
"Yeah, except they found out about it in the beginning of the summer. So, nice try, but no cigar. Stay away from him, Bra. I mean it. You're about to be in high school with me, and if you are really into older guys, I'll introduce you to some nice ones." Trunks turned around and headed for his room.
Calling after her older brother Bra retorted, "I don't need you to introduce me to guys, moron! Leave me alone!"
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"If you feel, so empty, so used up, so let down/ If you feel so angry, so ripped off so stepped on/ You're not the only one refusing to back down/ You're not the only one, so get up/ Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot!" The song by Three Days Grace rang loud as the alarm on Trunks' phone stirred him to a new day. Groggily, Trunks rubbed his eyes with the bottoms of his thumbs and let out a great yawn. Turning off his alarm, he rolled up and sat on the side of his bed. At this point, the big debate going though his mind was whether he wanted to shower or go eat breakfast first. Being part Saiyan, the answer was clear – breakfast.
"Bra, you are not going to wear that your first day of class."
"But daddy! That isn't fair; I already told my friends I was going to wear this! I want to start the year off with a bang!" Bra whined as she stamped her foot angrily.
"I don't care what you told them, that outfit is entirely unacceptable, and I will not have my daughter parading her self as a low class tramp. You have better blood than that. Go change!" Vegeta demanded never uncrossing his arms as his scowl deepened.
Trunks rounded the corner into the kitchen to find his sister and father arguing in the kitchen, and now it was clear to see why. Bra was dressed in a white pleather halter top that stopped just below her bust line with rips on the sides exposing cleavage. The back was just tied into a knot bow. Around her waist sat a silver belt just above her belly button. On her legs she wore pale blue acid washed skinny jeans and black peep toe boots that she pulled up over her jeans to her mid calf. The boots had chains and buckles draped over them and zipped on the side.
"Bra, just go change." Trunks said groggily as he began to find the biggest bowl he could to pour his cereal into. He started toasting bagels and bread in the toaster, and warming up left over pizza in the oven. He pulled a large pan out of the cabinet next to the stove and began to make eighteen scrambled eggs complete with cheese, mushrooms, chives, and bacon bits. He finished cooking at sat to enjoy his breakfast as Bra stomped up the stairs to her room to find something else to wear.
"Dad, was I this bratty at her age?" Trunks glanced up at his father with a half smile.
"You were bratty like that when you were eight." Vegeta said in a case-in-point matter. "Also, next time you see that blonde boy, do me a favor and pulverize him into the ground." Trunks smiled in response as his father placed his hand on Trunks' shoulder.
Having finished his breakfast, Trunks went back up to his room to his en suit bathroom and showered quickly. He searched his closet and found a light grey Adidas shirt, black Dickies jeans and black and white Adidas shoes. He wore a white belt to accent the white in his shoes, and a black hooded school jacket with his football number on the back. He scooped up his back pack and hopped in his car and was off to his first day of high school as a senior.
It was about a quarter til school started when Trunks found his friend Goten standing under a tree with Pan and Marron by the Schools main entrance. "Hey Gote-N!" Trunks always liked to mess Goten's name up on purpose.
"Hey T-Runks! Hey, that sounds like T-rex…" as did Goten.
"Have you seen Bra anywhere, Trunks? I can't find her. I have been looking forward to her new outfit she has been boasting about all week." Pan smiled at the lavender haired boy. Marron stood by her friend blushing slightly looking towards him.
"Well, dad was yelling at her this morning for some outfit she was wearing but he made her change. I dunno where she is, or what she'll be wearing for that matter. Come on Goten, I need to put some of this stuff in my locker before class. See you girls later!" Trunks waved as he and his friend entered the school building.
"Dang, Marron is looking hot this year!" Goten blurted out as they reached Trunk's locker. "She looks like she grew up over the summer."
"You mean she has boobs now?" Trunks laughed, though he did agree she looked very nice. "So did Pan." Trunks chuckled. Goten immediately became stone faced.
"Please, she's my niece. Don't talk about her that way."
"I don't think Mr. Krillin would be happy that you were checking out his daughters tits either." Goten sweatdropped with a nervous laugh.
"I think you're right, but he doesn't need to know that, now does he!" Goten laughed with his hand behind his head. Trunks finished putting his stuff in his locker just as the first period bell rang out. Trunks and Goten both had the same AP English class so they walked together down the hall to class room A-7. Taking their seats in the far row of the classroom, Trunks sat in front of Goten and began looking around. Typical class room with motivational posters of animals and talking pencils and apples covered the walls along with an over sized chalk board on the side they sat on, and two large white boards at the front of the class by the teacher's desk. Being close enough to write on the chalkboard, the child in Goten got the better of him as he found a piece of chalk and doodled a stick figure on the board next to where he sat as the seats around them filled with students.
After the tardy bell sounded, the teacher closed her door and greeted her students. "Good morning class! I hope you all enjoyed your summer. . ." she started her introductory speech. Already, Trunks knew she was going to be a boring teacher. She wore a red and purple flower printed dress that reached her bust line and flowed all the way down just above her ankles. Her top was a white blouse tucked into her skirt, and a vest with the same purple and white flower print. Her hair was up in a frizzy bun.
The first day of AP English was mostly just taking care of initial business with filling out the seating chart, getting a syllabus, and other paper work homeroom teachers are required to pass out. The bell sounded announcing it was time to head to second period. Trunks had AP Calculus while Goten had a general History class.
In both of their second period classes, they received the same boring preliminary dialogue as their first class. Since they were on block scheduling, next came lunch. West City High was a closed campus during lunch, but most students didn't mind since the cafeteria was comprised of different mini fast food places and pizza joints that resembled an upscale mall food court. Goten and Trunks met up at "Bonjourno Pizza Pies" and ordered five pizza's each.
"Goten, I wish it was already football. This day is so boring except for seeing everyone I missed during summer!" Trunks said, digging into his first slice of pizza.
"I know, this is lame, I was hoping for something exciting to happen already." Goten dropped some pizza in his lap. By now Pan, Marron, and Bra were joining the boys at their table along with some other guys from the football team.
"Bra, how did you get past dad in that" Trunks gawked, eyeing his sister like she had three heads.
"I ran for it." Bra stated simply. She was wearing another halter top that had the American flag printed on it, and her hair was long and loosely curled falling around her shoulders. Also adorning the American flag print, the shorts she wore barely passed her ass cheeks, and her silver boots rose up to her knees. She wore black pleather finger gloves that strapped around the wrist, and super large white sunglasses with blue stars in the corners of the frames.
"Lady Gaga much?" Goten laughed as Bra slammed her fists on her hips.
"You wouldn't know style if it punched you in the face you big jerk! Lady Gaga is my idol, and frankly I'm the only woman in this school who could pull off such elaborate clothing and artistic style like she can. Besides, I plan on getting famous just like her one of these days, and then you will see!" Bra stood on her soap box as everyone around her sweatdropped.
"You're already famous because of your mother and brother, Bra. You don't need to be Lady Gaga. You need to be... yourself." Marron leaned over to her as her bust accidentally leaned close to Goten's face. Goten blushed wildly as be tried to focus on his pizza.
"My brother isn't famous. My mom however is just famous for her brains. She is so conservative; I don't know why people say we are so alike." Bra crossed her arms in a fashion like her father.
"That's not what my dad told me, Bra." Goten shook his finger with his eyes closed, remembering what his father had told him during one of the rare occasions Goku got drunk.
"I was there when he told that story!" Pan spoke up. "Your mom once flashed Master Roshi so that she could get one of the Dragonballs!"
"Oh my god!" Bra faked gag noises.
"Are you freaking serious!?" Trunks and Marron shouted at the same time, both blue in the face.
"I have style, but I certainly don't flash old men! I'm never going to look at her the same way again." Bra trailed off her fingers on her face while her voice trembled. She took a seat next to her brother and rested her head on his shoulder. "Will I ever be the same again?" she asked half jokingly.
"Just block it out, sis. Mind over matter!" Trunks encouraged also trying to dump the image out of his memory banks.
"Hello." A sweet voice sounded from behind Trunks. All of the kids turned and looked up to face a beautiful girl with ice grey hair that reached the small of her back, and deep glossy purple eyes. She had a petite frame and pale skin. She was wearing a teal top with cute puffy sleeves, deep navy skinny jeans and white flats. "Do you guys mind if I sit with you? I'm new to this town, and don't really know anyone."
Trunks and Goten were stupefied by her shining splendor. She looked almost unreal. Bra, Pan, and Marron were also quiet. They knew it was up to the boys if she could stay or not. After a few awkward moments of silence, the girl lowered her head and started to turn away.
"Wait, yeah, of course you can sit here." Trunks partly stood up.
"You don't mind?" she smiled.
"Not at all, ma'am, you can sit by me." Goten scooted over clearing a spot.
"She's already here on my side; there is a spot right next to me already open." Trunks motioned her next to him. Instead, she took the seat next to Goten. Feeling half rejected, Trunks took another bite of his pizza when it dawned on him that maybe it was better she sat next to his friend. The girl and Trunks were now sitting directly across from each other.
"What is your name anyway?" Trunks questioned.
"My name is Kehki." She smiled as she put her chin in her hands with her elbows on the table. "Kehki Shinhan."
"Shinhan? What are your parent's names?" Goten turned and asked.
"Tien and Launch. Why?" She giggled.
"Wow, my parents know your parents!" Goten practically shouted. "How strange! My name is Goten, and I have a brother named Gohan. My parents are Goku and Chichi! Have they ever talked about them?"
"I'm pan, I'm Gohan's daughter." Pan smiled.
"I'm Trunks, and this is my sister Bra. We are Bulma and Vegeta's kids." Trunks extended his hand towards Kehki.
"Vegeta. . ." the purple eyed belle seemed to go stone in the face at the sound of his name. She immediately rose to her feet, and ran out of the cafeteria. Everyone else sat in their spots, stunned.
A/N: Okay, there is Chapter two! Reviews appreciated, and welcomed! I have reviewed on nearly every story I read, so I think I've built up some review karma ;) Love you guys! Chapter three, coming soon! (by the way, Kehki means Cake! I had to go with the DBZ name pun theme rather than name her something stupid like Ashley. That doesn't fit at all. Ha ha ha ha!)