Reality Burns: A Goten Story

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PG13

Note: If I get enough reviews I'll post a chapter specifically to recognize those who reviewed my story.

Now, before we get started I would like to offer some explanation to the ages in this story. I always wanted Goten, Trunks, Pan, and Braa to be around the same age. Therefore Goten is 15, Trunks is 16, Pan is 14, Marron is 14, and Braa is 14. I blame the freak wormhole in time on Bulma and her time traveling.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own imagination and invention.

Another note: ""is speaking…*..* is thinking

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Chapter 2

Chad Reilly pushed Arthur aside and stood before Goten, smirking down at him. Goten just kept smiling. Chad was a good head taller than Goten and at least 20 pounds heavier.

"Think you're funny, huh Son?" said Chad in an amused voice, "Forget Trunks, I'm gonna fix you up for good!"

*Wow, this guy really is a moron* thought Goten *I guess I'll have to go easy on him*

Suddenly, without warning, Chad swung his fist towards Goten's face, but only hit air. "huh? What? Where are you?"

Goten blinked into existence behind Chad, still grinning. He slammed his forearm into the back of Chad's head, sending the football player hurling forward. His face connected with the wall. I crack was heard and he fell to the floor, bleeding.

Arthur, who had been watching from a safe distance, gathered his books, horrorstruck.

Goten approached him but he cried out, "Noooooo! Please don't hurt me!" He pulled his wallet from his pocket and pitched it at Goten. The billfold his Goten on the side of the head and bounced off. Goten looked at him, confused. "Anything you want!" continued Arthur, "I'll do anything just DON'T HURT MEEEEEE!!!!!"

Goten had to stifle the laughter that was building up in him. This was, he thought, rather amusing.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He said soothingly, as though talking to a child on his first visit to the doctor. He picked up the glasses Arthur had dropped and held them out to him. "you better get yourself to the nurse."

Arthur nodded, backed away a couple steps, gave a little bow, and ran as fast as he could down the hall.

Goten chuckled to himself as he walked into homeroom, just in time to hear the first bell go off, signaling the busses arrival. Soon more students piled into the room, including Trunks, who was being hoarded by a group of cheerleaders. He sure didn't seem to mind though.

Trunks flumped into the seat next to Goten and looked at him, grinning. Goten's own grin had faded. Seeing this, trunks asked:

"Whats wrong with you?"

Goten glanced at him and said non-chalantly, "your running back probably sent a freshman to the hospital for stitches,"

"What?!" he yelled, getting a stern look from Mrs. Styczynski (st-eye- zin-skee)he lowered his voice to a whisper "Who was it? Pfifer? Rod? Rivera…wait...no he's a center…as long as it wasn't…"

"Sure was."

"Oh man, oh man, oh man!"

"I know…"

"He's my best!"

Goten looked at Trunks, startled "What?"

"He's my best running back! If that little freshman sqeals…"

"Trunks," Goten said "You're missing the point!"

"No, you are!" exclaimed Trunks, ignoring the shhhhh sound from Mrs. Sty. "How are we supposed to win against Orange Star on Saturay? (In my story only Gohan and Videl went to Orange Star High School. I wanted to make Goten and Trunks' school seem more like a public school than what orange star looks like in the show.)

"What's freaking wrong with you Trunks?!" Goten exploded, he got right up into trunks' face and yelled, "Your flipping running back sent a freshman to the ER!!!!" Goten smacked the side of trunks' head, "DOES THAT COMPUTE?!"

Trunks tried to act cool, but his ki was rising. "yeah" he said, and I bet you just watched."

"Ha! You wish! And I don't think you'll have to worry about Chad playing…"

"And why is that?" Trunks demanded

"Cause I bet right now the janitors are scraping him off the floor with the spatula!" Goten turned and yelled to the class "Don't buy mystery casserole, today its exxxxxxtra chunky!"

"Why you…"

"Kiss my…"

"Mr. Son and Mr. Breifs!" Mrs. Sty had lost her patience "That will be quite enough!" Principal's office! NOW!"

(to keep this story rated PG13 for violence, I will simply say that the following dialogue is not postable)

Trunks flung open the door to the principal's office, his face red with embarrassment and anger. Goten followed, hands in pockets.

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I know it's short! But, think about it this way: the shorter my chapters are, the more often I can post! The next one will be out sooner than you think don't worry. PLEASE REVIEW!