Reality Burns: A Goten Story
A Dragonball fanfiction brought to you by Dirk-Gently
Author of The Wizards Advocate
PG13
Now, before we continue 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, invention, and assortment of Star Wars action figures, nothing you'd want, trust me…
Another note: ""is speaking…*..* is thinking
A/N-Chap 4 ---- Ha! And you thought I was gone forever! Well here it is, just as promised! I will NOT be canceling this fic as many of you must've thought I'd be doing. OK, I'll admit that 5 months of ignoring my responsibilities as a Fanfic author is a bit much But you know how it is! IM BACK TO STAY! Bwahahahahahahhahaha! Ahem…
*What I'm listnin' to right now!* Macy's Day Parade-Green Day
Chater 4 (!!!)
Math sucks. Goten knew it. Everyone knew it. But the board of education had to fulfill their destinies for being major pains in the…Alright fine back to the story…
"Goten, what the hell's wrong with you? Goten? Jesus… talk to me!" Goten kept walking. Pan had to jog to catch up. She knew very well what was going on. Goten had been friends with Trunks since they were both too young to care about social class, girls, or whatever else teenage boys worried about. Pan also knew that the first step towards dealing with your problems was to admit that you had a problem, but saiyan arrogance and pride never failed to blind them.
Goten wandered into math several steps before the other four and took a seat at the way back corner of the room. His "friends" followed shortly Pan first, looking concerned, then Trunks looking smug, followed by Braa and Marron, Marron looking very proud of herself and Braa trying to hold back a laugh.
Goten was almost through cursing Trunks off mentally when Mrs. Styczynski's voice cut in. Goten had never known anyone to be able to mix the sounds of a Brooklyn accent with a southern drawl as well as Mrs. Sty did.
"OK class, clear your desks for a pop quiz."
Goten almost cursed out loud this time. "What the f---…."
"You will have 30 minutes to complete the examination, begin now."
Goten glanced down at the test paper before him. The first question read:
"1.)Two trains are headed in opposite directions on tracks running parallel to each other, towards the station the opposing train left at the same time. The Satan Express is traveling at 45 miles per hour. The Satan City Transit Train is traveling at 63.76543 miles per hour. The two stations are located exactly 84 miles away from each other. How long until the two trains pass each other?"
The mere wording of the problem made Goten's head spin. He decided that to save himself the grief of mentally destroying himself and move on to the next problem.
"2.)Hercule wins 94.38563732% of his matches. The rest of them are losses to cowardly cheaters. If Gokrew wins 35.98574321293% of his matches, if these two fight in the final match, what is the percentage that Gokrew will win, according to math and these numbers?"
Goten didn't see how this could even work. Of course, it probably didn't. You probably just had to say Hercule would win no matter what and provide some semi-intelligent mathematical reasoning. Goten wasn't in the mood for these games. He raised his hand, "May I use the bathroom?"
Mrs. Styczynski regarded him coldly. "have you finished the test, Son?"
"No, but…."
"Then no, you must finish the quiz before leaving the classroom. Why who knows what you'll do out in the hall! Maybe look up answers! Maybe ask someone for answers! Why in all my years of teaching, I have never--- Why! When I was in school!…"
Goten rolled his eyes. It appeared as though he would have to resort to childish games just to get out of his damn classroom.
"Please, I think it might be an emergency…" Goten squirmed in his seat like a child that waited just a little too long to ask.
"Hurry back, Son…and remember, you will be given no extra time to complete the quiz!"
But it was too late, Goten was out the door.
The boy's bathroom had never looked so welcoming. He sank onto a closed toilet seat and locked the door. He buried his face in his hands. *what the hell is wrong with me?* he wondered, frustrated. *can't think, can't speak, can't get past my feelings*
A new thought crossed his mind. One that he knew had crossed it once before. A feeling he wondered if all teenage boys felt. Braa… Jesus, she was beautiful. Her face and body both complimentary to each other. She just had that look about her. Looks that shot him dead. *drop dead gorgeous* he thought. But she also the cutest little innocent girl personality, as though her beauty, and the appearances of others were only considered as an afterthought.
She was one of those girls who loved to be with friends, needed them. She was one of those girls who giggled at the beginning of a party, danced through it, and cried when it all ended. Known by many as "the saiyan prince's little spunk girl" Braa was really just an ordinary teenage girl…except that the saiyan blood running through her veins made her extra ordinary.
Goten had gone through this heartache before. It always left him feeling sad. She was…how would he describe this…In a higher social class than him. Oh sure, he used to see her all the time when he went to play with Trunks…but the thought of Trunks only made him angrier.
Goten glanced at the bathroom window. He knew what his was going to do, I knew what he was going to do, and I bet you readers at home knew what he was going to do, as well.
Minutes later, he was in the air…
TO BE CONTINUED!
Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger! It's a short chapter I know, but I promise another chapter by the end of the week!
A Dragonball fanfiction brought to you by Dirk-Gently
Author of The Wizards Advocate
PG13
Now, before we continue 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, invention, and assortment of Star Wars action figures, nothing you'd want, trust me…
Another note: ""is speaking…*..* is thinking
A/N-Chap 4 ---- Ha! And you thought I was gone forever! Well here it is, just as promised! I will NOT be canceling this fic as many of you must've thought I'd be doing. OK, I'll admit that 5 months of ignoring my responsibilities as a Fanfic author is a bit much But you know how it is! IM BACK TO STAY! Bwahahahahahahhahaha! Ahem…
*What I'm listnin' to right now!* Macy's Day Parade-Green Day
Chater 4 (!!!)
Math sucks. Goten knew it. Everyone knew it. But the board of education had to fulfill their destinies for being major pains in the…Alright fine back to the story…
"Goten, what the hell's wrong with you? Goten? Jesus… talk to me!" Goten kept walking. Pan had to jog to catch up. She knew very well what was going on. Goten had been friends with Trunks since they were both too young to care about social class, girls, or whatever else teenage boys worried about. Pan also knew that the first step towards dealing with your problems was to admit that you had a problem, but saiyan arrogance and pride never failed to blind them.
Goten wandered into math several steps before the other four and took a seat at the way back corner of the room. His "friends" followed shortly Pan first, looking concerned, then Trunks looking smug, followed by Braa and Marron, Marron looking very proud of herself and Braa trying to hold back a laugh.
Goten was almost through cursing Trunks off mentally when Mrs. Styczynski's voice cut in. Goten had never known anyone to be able to mix the sounds of a Brooklyn accent with a southern drawl as well as Mrs. Sty did.
"OK class, clear your desks for a pop quiz."
Goten almost cursed out loud this time. "What the f---…."
"You will have 30 minutes to complete the examination, begin now."
Goten glanced down at the test paper before him. The first question read:
"1.)Two trains are headed in opposite directions on tracks running parallel to each other, towards the station the opposing train left at the same time. The Satan Express is traveling at 45 miles per hour. The Satan City Transit Train is traveling at 63.76543 miles per hour. The two stations are located exactly 84 miles away from each other. How long until the two trains pass each other?"
The mere wording of the problem made Goten's head spin. He decided that to save himself the grief of mentally destroying himself and move on to the next problem.
"2.)Hercule wins 94.38563732% of his matches. The rest of them are losses to cowardly cheaters. If Gokrew wins 35.98574321293% of his matches, if these two fight in the final match, what is the percentage that Gokrew will win, according to math and these numbers?"
Goten didn't see how this could even work. Of course, it probably didn't. You probably just had to say Hercule would win no matter what and provide some semi-intelligent mathematical reasoning. Goten wasn't in the mood for these games. He raised his hand, "May I use the bathroom?"
Mrs. Styczynski regarded him coldly. "have you finished the test, Son?"
"No, but…."
"Then no, you must finish the quiz before leaving the classroom. Why who knows what you'll do out in the hall! Maybe look up answers! Maybe ask someone for answers! Why in all my years of teaching, I have never--- Why! When I was in school!…"
Goten rolled his eyes. It appeared as though he would have to resort to childish games just to get out of his damn classroom.
"Please, I think it might be an emergency…" Goten squirmed in his seat like a child that waited just a little too long to ask.
"Hurry back, Son…and remember, you will be given no extra time to complete the quiz!"
But it was too late, Goten was out the door.
The boy's bathroom had never looked so welcoming. He sank onto a closed toilet seat and locked the door. He buried his face in his hands. *what the hell is wrong with me?* he wondered, frustrated. *can't think, can't speak, can't get past my feelings*
A new thought crossed his mind. One that he knew had crossed it once before. A feeling he wondered if all teenage boys felt. Braa… Jesus, she was beautiful. Her face and body both complimentary to each other. She just had that look about her. Looks that shot him dead. *drop dead gorgeous* he thought. But she also the cutest little innocent girl personality, as though her beauty, and the appearances of others were only considered as an afterthought.
She was one of those girls who loved to be with friends, needed them. She was one of those girls who giggled at the beginning of a party, danced through it, and cried when it all ended. Known by many as "the saiyan prince's little spunk girl" Braa was really just an ordinary teenage girl…except that the saiyan blood running through her veins made her extra ordinary.
Goten had gone through this heartache before. It always left him feeling sad. She was…how would he describe this…In a higher social class than him. Oh sure, he used to see her all the time when he went to play with Trunks…but the thought of Trunks only made him angrier.
Goten glanced at the bathroom window. He knew what his was going to do, I knew what he was going to do, and I bet you readers at home knew what he was going to do, as well.
Minutes later, he was in the air…
TO BE CONTINUED!
Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger! It's a short chapter I know, but I promise another chapter by the end of the week!
