Lost Kin

Chapter 7: School?!

Author- Okami

A few moments later ChiChi, and Gohan stumbled into the kitchen to find Goku stuffing his face. Tritana stood off to the side handing him plate after plate pilled high with food. After seeing their looks she gestured with her head to the other side of the table where three plates stacked high with food awaited them.

Gohan placed a small bit into his mouth and smiled in delight.

"How did you learn to cook so well?" he asked, stuffing his face with more.

"Do you honestly think Anon and Turles could cook? If I relied on their cooking I'd be stone dead by now," she replied, chuckling as the thought of the two proud Saiyans in cooking aprons played across her mind.

"Speaking of Anon, where is he?" Goku asked between mouthfuls.

"He's probably still sleeping the lazy bum. There's only one way to wake him up and I'll do it after you all finish. Oh, and I've all ready eaten so help yourselves."

"Won't Anon need something to eat?" ChiChi asked eyeing her plate. She knew she could never eat that much and she thought of leaving some for him.

"I've already made a plate for him. It's beside yours," the half-Saiyan replied, handing her father another plateful. About ten minutes past before Tritana strolled out of the kitchen and into the room where Anon slept. She didn't bother to be quiet when walking into the room for the Saiyan was sound asleep. The half-Saiyan did not notice that Gohan was standing in the doorway when she flipped the red haired Saiyan off the cot and onto the floor. A grunt sounded as he hit the floor in a heap.

"Isn't there a nicer way to wake me up?" he whined, picking himself up.

"Not really," she smiled. "You know how deeply you sleep. It's next to impossible to wake you up without hitting you or something like that."

"Does it hurt?" Gohan asked, stepping a little farther into the room.

Anon turned to see him as if just noticing the boy. "Not really," he replied. "You see, I'm a very deep sleeper and I don't really know I'm on the floor until I'm there."

"Oh, okay."

"Tritana! Could you come here please?" ChiChi's voice rang.

The half-Saiyan teen obeyed right away but would soon regret it. Her mother had just then decided that she would go with Trunks to high school.

"You have got to be kidding? You're kidding right?" she pleaded. Tritana looked at her friend to see him struggling not to crack a smile or laugh.

"No I'm dead serious. You'll start tomorrow morning and school starts at 8:30 so make sure you give yourself plenty of time."

"Uh, wait. Doesn't she need to pass some kind of test?" Gohan questioned

"Yes and I'm taking her there now."

Tritana was completely and utterly dumbfounded. Here she had just found out that her father was alive and she had a younger brother, and now she had to go to school!

"But-"

"No buts," ChiChi cut in. "As long as you're here you'll go to school and not another word about it!"

The half-Saiyan stared in disbelief at her mother. This wasn't exactly the welcome she would have expected from someone who hadn't seen her in fifteen years. Although she despised the idea, Tritana followed her mother into the nearest city, about five hours away, to take the admissions test and look for decent clothes. It was going on three by the time the two walked back in the door; ChiChi wearing the expression only a proud mother could muster.

"So, how'd you do? Goku asked. His tone did not have genuine curiosity in it but one that said it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.

"I passed," Tritana replied emotionlessly. Her arms were covered in bags and the black haired woman beside her had stars in her eyes.

"She passed with flying colors. She scored a perfect score on all the subjects. My daughter's a genius!" ChiChi sang, nearly dancing around the room.

"Congratulations!" Gohan cried, running up to hug his sister. His small arms easily wrapped around the other half-Saiyans slim waist and squeezed. Unfortunately, his older sister wasn't prepared for the impact and her butt acted as a landing cushion when she fell. A very surprised Gohan looked at his sister and, only after seeing the smile on her face, did he begin to laugh. His childish laughter caused those around him to smile and chuckle.

Once on her feet, the hazel eyed warrior handed some of the bags to ChiChi, left some on her arm, and handed the rest to Anon, who in turn gave the two women a look of confusion.

"I can't have you going around in that all the time," ChiChi explained, gesturing to his Saiyan armor. "So Tritana and I picked out a few outfits that we thought you might like."

Anon looked at the bag as if it could bite him at any time. He had never worn anything except Saiyan battle armor and he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about changing his ways. But after constant pleading from Tritana, he finally agreed to at least try them on. The Saiyan felt the most comfortable in a pair of black jeans and a blue sleeveless shirt and decided to try wearing them for the rest of the day.

"So, what did you guys do while we were gone," Tritana inquired.

"Well, we spared for a little bit," replied Anon.

"Really? How'd it go?" the half-Saiyan inquired. She was wondering if Anon and her father would ever spare but she'd also hoped to be there to witness it.

"It went well considering."

"Considering what?"

"Considering the fact that he's a Super Saiyan and I'm not," Anon replied, somewhat surprised that she hadn't known.

Tritana's jaw went slack at the phrase. Her father was a Super Saiyan too? How? So many questions filled her mind then one statement sprang out at her.

"That's why that green guy asked if I knew anything about Super Saiyans!" she about exploded.

Goku had to chuckle at the "green guy" comment. "Yup. That's why."

A look of seriousness spread across her face as she added, "Is Vegeta one?"

Goku shook his head sadly. "He hasn't figured out how." He watched as the look of seriousness disappeared and was replaced by one of emotionlessness.

"I see," her voice matching unenthusiasticness of her face.

The next morning ChiChi woke Tritana at 6:30 in the morning and told her to get ready for school but it took Goku and Gohan both just to drag her out of bed. After that the half-Saiyan grunted and complained but got herself presentable for her first day of school. Her mother gave her specific directions on how to get to Bulma's house. There she would meet up with Trunks who would take her the rest of the way.

It only took her about 15 minutes to fly almost 500 miles. Tritana arrived early and Trunks wasn't ready so she had to wait. She was sitting on the couch when a familiar figure walked in. He wore a pair of sweat pants with a grey sleeveless shirt. The half-Saiyan stayed on guard as he stood before her.

"Why didn't you tell them?" he demanded, his tone was deadly and cold.

"I didn't tell them because I didn't want to. For some reason I felt it unnecessary to tell them you were one of the people who raped me continuously for hours and the one who gave me this scar. Why? Do you want them to know?" she demanded, taking on the defensive. When mentioning the scar, she pulled aside the lock of hair covering that side of her face.

"No, I don't," he replied softly and continued on his way and soon was out of site.

Tritana clenched her fists and tensed her muscles but when Trunks entered the room she relaxed and stood up. The male teen stared intently at the girl teen's new outfit, which consisted of a red sleeveless shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He snapped out of his trance when Bulma screeched at him that he was going to be late. The two were off and soon found themselves standing in front of Orange Star High School. The purple haired teen led the way to the principle's office where he was instructed to show her to class.

As they were walking down the hall, a high pitched bell sounded, announcing the beginning of class.

"Ah man, not again," Trunks whined; though not making it clear he was in any hurry. A few minutes later the teen stopped in front of a wooden door and slid it open.

"Trunks, you're late again," a rusty voice said from within the room.

"I'm sorry Mr. Smith, but I was instructed to show your new student around," the boy countered quickly.

"All right, I'll let you off this time. Show her in," the man smiled, knowing he had never given Trunks a tardy.

Trunks motioned for Tritana to come in and walked up to his teacher. The man's hair was dark but beginning to grey and his brown eyes were full of wisdom.

"So, you must be Tritana," he said kindly. Turning to his class he added, "This young lady is the first person in years to pass every entrance exam with a perfect score. You all could learn something from her." He then motioned for the teen to take a seat.

Tritana walked calmly between desks to an empty seat near the back. Heads turned to watch her pass and soon everyone's attention was on the new student instead of the teacher. This quickly changed as Mr. Smith blew his whistle sharply.

The period seemed to drag on forever with Mr. Smith lecturing on the history of Japan; which everyone already knew by heart – except Tritana of course. By the time the dismissal bell rang, the half-Saiyan was about to go crazy from boredom. She followed Trunks around for the rest of the day, getting to know the school and locations of necessary facilities. When it came time for lunch, the two quickly got in line, pilled food onto their plates and found a table.

"Why don't you sit with your friends?" Tritana asked between mouthfuls.

"I don't really have any," he replied softly.

"Then why are those girls looking at you like that?" When Trunks looked up confused, she pointed with her fork to a group of girls staring at him, hearts in their eyes.

"Oh god, not again. They seem to have this thing for me but I wish they would just leave me alone." He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Why don't you just tell them?" Tritana was confused about this.

"I have. They just can't take a hint."

The girls stared at him some more before making their way over to where the two half-Saiyans sat. One appeared to be the leader and in control of her followers. Long red hair flowed down her back and piercing green eyes stared intently at Trunks. As if oblivious to any one but him, Minako sat down beside the teen and gazed at him, batting her eyelashes.

"Well, have you thought about it yet?' she asked, almost sighing. She smiled, showing off her perfect pearls and gawking at his beautiful blue pools for eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry but I can't," he replied, acting sad.

Minako's face fell and she smacked the table. "Oh, I get it. I'm not good enough to be seen with you but this little tramp is?" pointing to Tritana.

"Tramp?" Tritana repeated, shocked at what this strange and very rude teen was calling her. "Where do you get the gall to say that to me? And for your information Trunks had to stay with me around school because the principle made him."

"Who are you anyway?" the teen asked snobbishly.

"The name's Tritana Bardock."

Before any more words could be exchanged, the dismissal bell tolled, signaling the next class change. Trunks practically dragged the half-Saiyan out of cafeteria and down the hall to Science class.

"Who does she think she is?" Tritana growled.

Trunks sighed. "Her name's Minako Stone and she's had this thing for me since the first day of school. She thinks that no one but her can go out with me so she asked me to the Prom."

"Oh. So that's what you were saying no to," Tritana replied, her mouth forming an O. "And I take it she doesn't like other girls hanging out with you either?"

"You got it," he replied. "Anyway, sorry about that."

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Besides, if she gets me mad I'll just have to put her in her place."

Trunks did not have time to counter the phrase for the tardy bell rang just as they reached the doorway. They rushed inside and Trunks introduced Tritana to his teacher and took his seat. Classes seemed to blend together for they were all boring, dull, and down right uninteresting. The teachers lectured about whatever and the students tuned them out to socialize. Science class was unfortunately different than the rest with one minor detail added to the mixture; Minako was a classmate. Green eyes flashed angrily as the teacher assigned Tritana to be seated next to Trunks.

The period seemed to last for eternity with the professor droning on and with Minako boring holes in Tritana's back. Finally the last bell sounded, signaling the end of the day. As the two half-Saiyans walked down the hallway to their lockers Tritana let out a loud groan.

"I never thought one day could seem soo long!" she exclaimed.

"You'd be surprised," Trunks chuckled, pausing long enough to gather his homework from his locker. As he bent over, sighs were heard from a group of girls on the other side of the hallway. Cheeks burning red, Trunks squatted down and finished his task. He was so engrossed that he almost didn't hear Tritana's comment, almost.

"Go drool over someone who cares, ya leeches!"

Without looking at the girls' expressions, he grabbed his new schoolmate's arm and hurried out of the building. Once a good distance from the school he slowed up enough to release Tritana.

"What was that about?" she questioned, clearly surprised at his actions.

"You can't go around making comments like that," he said, exasperated.

"Why not."

"Because…because…" he stuttered. Why couldn't she? The thought hadn't really crossed his mind before. He had always thought of saying what was proper and never what was on his mind, well almost never.

"Even you can't come up with a good reason why I shouldn't express my inner self," she commented, acting like a proper lady. This acting feat received a smile across Trunks' face and they continued to walk back to Capsule Corps.

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"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Tritana said. They had just arrived at Trunks' house and she was about to leave.

"Yeah okay. Today was the best day of school I think I've had in a good while."

"Well I'm glad. Today was…enlightening. I guess I should be getting home, see ya," she finished, flying off into the clouds.

Trunks couldn't help but watch as she slowly disappeared from view. He couldn't explain it but he felt comfortable when he was around her, almost as if she was one of the guys (Z fighters). He smiled as he turned the knob and walked inside, unaware that his mother had witnessed and heard the whole scene from her window.

***Authors Note***

I just wanted to make it clear that I do not own DBZ. I do however own Tritana, Anon, Obsidian and Draco so please do not take them without my permission. Also, if you have questions or comments feel free to e-mail me at animewolf5@yahoo.com. Be warned that flames will be read and sometimes responded to but most will be incinerated.