Trunks's Passionate Hate
Chapter 2

"Well, here we are, Trunks," Goten meekly reminded Trunks of the undeniable fact. "I guess we should be heading to class now."

"Goten, wait," Trunks ordered his friend. The obedient Goten paused.

"Yeah, Trunks?"

"Remember the vow we took a week ago? About dedicating our imprisoned young lives to perfecting the art of torturing our teachers?"

Trunks ignored Goten's blank look.

"Well, I got an idea last night. Really simple, actually, but it'll yield satisfactory results. Our first victim will be...Mrs. Parkinson"

A malicious grin invaded Trunks's face. Goten did not blame him in the least. Mrs. Parkinson was not only their homeroom teacher (why is it that all homeroom teachers have that disgustingly stale coffee breath?)--she was also a beast. Perhaps this horrifying combination wouldn't have been so ghastly if she hadn't been so hideous. A thousand pities on Earth if a beastlier woman existed! Mrs. Parkinson was a woman of immense proportions. The entire student body (and perhaps the staff as well) had an unwavering faith that her massive size was the sole reason she only sat on her own chair made of solid steel. Many felt great sympathy toward the chair.

"What are you gonna do, Trunks?" Goten asked gleefully. Even Trunks's pure hearted friend found Mrs. Parkinson impossible to like. Frankly, he abhorred that creature.

"We're going to help our dear teacher lose some weight. She won't be able to sit for a long time after we're done with her. We'll use our energy balls and heat that chair up right before class starts," Trunks laughed.

Goten's eyes widened. So brilliant, yet so simple! His respect for his friend increased. Suddenly, a troubling thought entered his head.

"But we're not supposed to show our powers in public. And what if she gets a really bad burn. We'll be in big trouble." Goten flinched at the thought of Chi Chi hearing about this. His survival instincts prohibited such a dangerous risk.

"Aw, come on, Goten. No one will see us. The classroom's empty until the second before the bell rings. No one knows our powers, so they won't know it was us. Come on, we only have five minutes left until the bell rings." Without waiting for a reply, Trunks dashed to their classroom. Goten hesitated for a while, told his survival instincts to shut up, and followed.

The classroom was indeed empty. Quickly, both Saiyans formed ki balls in their hands and held it close to the steel chair. In only a few seconds, the chair became what Trunks referred to as a "butt-burner." Soon, the bell rang, and the students took their seats, continuing the silly chatterings they had started outside. All voices died immediately as Mrs. Parkinson entered the room.

The large woman scrutinized the class closely, hoping to catch at least one student talking after the bell. She grunted disappointedly. No matter, she thought. I'll catch some later today.

Poor Mrs. Parkinson had barely formed these words in her mind before she realized pain of incredible extent burning in her lower area. The class watched in awe as they saw the such an enormous woman jump so high. Incredible. Trunks and Goten were already on the floor rolling with uncontrollable mirth. As soon as Mrs. Parkinson ran out of the classroom in search of water, the rest of the class joined the laughter. Torment Number One had succeeded admirably.


I almost feel sorry for Mrs. Parkinson...almost. ;D Who will be the next teacher unfortunate enough to have Trunks in his/her class? Find out on the next chapter!

A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! They really encouraged me to continue. Did you like this chapter? Please let me know in your reviews!