Kidnapping
Authors note: this takes place during the end of DBZ and the beginning of DBGT. Goten and Trunks are in elementary school, they are 12 and 13.
"Cho, Jance." The teacher's voice rang.
"Present," came a voice came from the back.
"Chang, Windel." The teacher said.
"Present," came a voice nearer to the front.
"This is boring!" Trunks said tilting back in his chair. "Why do we even have to come here?" He said slamming his chair down and flopping on his desk.
"Tell me about it," Goten said balancing a pencil on the tip of his nose.
Goten and Trunks started school at the same time and they're in the same class.
"It's bad enough we have to wear this uniform now ewe have to listen to this old bat!" Trunks said coolly.
"Yeah, its not-" Goten was saying before he was cut off by the teacher.
"Son, Goten."
"I'm here you old bat!" Goten said.
Trunks slammed his chair down again and stifled a laugh. Goten could feel all the eyes in the class looking at him.
"Well, I never!" The teacher squeaked. "You, what did you call me? Did you call me an old bat!"
"Yes." Goten said now losing his cool.
"You.out!" She screamed and pointed to the door. "Go to the principal's office!"
Goten got up, walk by everyone, feeling ashamed. What will my mom think, he asked himself. He walked out the door. He could hear Trunks starting to laugh harder and louder. The teacher screeched something and the door opened. Out came Trunks.
"What are you doing here?" He asked Trunks.
"Couldn't let you go alone, buddy" Trunks beamed at him.
Goten smiled back, "thanks".
They walked along the hallway. When they had walked along the hallway earlier that day it didn't seem so long or quite.
It only took them 5 minutes to get there but it felt like it a half an hour. They opened the door to big office. The secretary was there typing away.
"Yes?" The secretary asked.
"Where here to see the principal." Trunks said cockily.
"Very well." She said going back to typing. "Sit down there, I'll inform him.
Goten and Trunks took seats beside each other.
"What did the teacher say to you, Trunks?" Goten asked quietly.
"Nothin', just that there was nothing funny about it and to stop laughing." Trunks said as he formed his hand to look like he was holding a gun. A little energy ball appeared at the tip of his fingers. He aimed it at the secretary's desk.
"Trunks, no!" Goten said and dove on him. It was too late, he shot it. The desk and computer the secretary was typing on blew up.
She looked at them, they were now on the floor, in a very awkward position. Goten was on top of Trunks. He had his hands on his wrists, pinning him down. Trunks legs were spread out and Goten one knee was in the middle of his legs. Goten was awfully close to Trunks.
"The principal will see you now." The secretary said looking at them very confused.
* * *
"Don't worry Goten, your mom won't be THAT mad at you." Trunks said as they walked along to his house.
Bulma didn't want Trunks to fly home.
"But two weeks of Detention on the first day! My mom's going to flip!" Goten yelled.
"Hey, at least you didn't get three weeks of Detention, like me! I mean c'mon all I did was laugh!" Trunks rambled on.
"And you blew up the secretary's desk and computer." Goten pointed out.
"Oh, yeah!" Trunks remembered. "Oh, well see ya." He said as they got to his house and he walked inside.
Goten walked on trying to find a way to explain this to his mom. He walked for about 20 minutes before he remembered he was allowed to fly.
"It's your fault!"
Goten spun around.
"It's all your fault!"
He spun around again, "who's there?"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
Goten spun around and saw someone in shadows, "Who are you?" He called.
"YOUR FAULT!" The shadow punched him hard in the stomach and he passed out.
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"Who are you?" Goten asked weakly.
"You will find out soon." A cold voice said.
Goten felt a hard hand hit the top of his head. He fell down to the floor and smashed his head. A foot kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Goten asked.
"Your fault!"
Another swift blow to the head, not by a fist but by an object, a steel object. A gash opened up in Goten's head.
Goten fell down and lay there, no more energy to get up. He just laid there bleeding from the head.
Authors note: this takes place during the end of DBZ and the beginning of DBGT. Goten and Trunks are in elementary school, they are 12 and 13.
"Cho, Jance." The teacher's voice rang.
"Present," came a voice came from the back.
"Chang, Windel." The teacher said.
"Present," came a voice nearer to the front.
"This is boring!" Trunks said tilting back in his chair. "Why do we even have to come here?" He said slamming his chair down and flopping on his desk.
"Tell me about it," Goten said balancing a pencil on the tip of his nose.
Goten and Trunks started school at the same time and they're in the same class.
"It's bad enough we have to wear this uniform now ewe have to listen to this old bat!" Trunks said coolly.
"Yeah, its not-" Goten was saying before he was cut off by the teacher.
"Son, Goten."
"I'm here you old bat!" Goten said.
Trunks slammed his chair down again and stifled a laugh. Goten could feel all the eyes in the class looking at him.
"Well, I never!" The teacher squeaked. "You, what did you call me? Did you call me an old bat!"
"Yes." Goten said now losing his cool.
"You.out!" She screamed and pointed to the door. "Go to the principal's office!"
Goten got up, walk by everyone, feeling ashamed. What will my mom think, he asked himself. He walked out the door. He could hear Trunks starting to laugh harder and louder. The teacher screeched something and the door opened. Out came Trunks.
"What are you doing here?" He asked Trunks.
"Couldn't let you go alone, buddy" Trunks beamed at him.
Goten smiled back, "thanks".
They walked along the hallway. When they had walked along the hallway earlier that day it didn't seem so long or quite.
It only took them 5 minutes to get there but it felt like it a half an hour. They opened the door to big office. The secretary was there typing away.
"Yes?" The secretary asked.
"Where here to see the principal." Trunks said cockily.
"Very well." She said going back to typing. "Sit down there, I'll inform him.
Goten and Trunks took seats beside each other.
"What did the teacher say to you, Trunks?" Goten asked quietly.
"Nothin', just that there was nothing funny about it and to stop laughing." Trunks said as he formed his hand to look like he was holding a gun. A little energy ball appeared at the tip of his fingers. He aimed it at the secretary's desk.
"Trunks, no!" Goten said and dove on him. It was too late, he shot it. The desk and computer the secretary was typing on blew up.
She looked at them, they were now on the floor, in a very awkward position. Goten was on top of Trunks. He had his hands on his wrists, pinning him down. Trunks legs were spread out and Goten one knee was in the middle of his legs. Goten was awfully close to Trunks.
"The principal will see you now." The secretary said looking at them very confused.
* * *
"Don't worry Goten, your mom won't be THAT mad at you." Trunks said as they walked along to his house.
Bulma didn't want Trunks to fly home.
"But two weeks of Detention on the first day! My mom's going to flip!" Goten yelled.
"Hey, at least you didn't get three weeks of Detention, like me! I mean c'mon all I did was laugh!" Trunks rambled on.
"And you blew up the secretary's desk and computer." Goten pointed out.
"Oh, yeah!" Trunks remembered. "Oh, well see ya." He said as they got to his house and he walked inside.
Goten walked on trying to find a way to explain this to his mom. He walked for about 20 minutes before he remembered he was allowed to fly.
"It's your fault!"
Goten spun around.
"It's all your fault!"
He spun around again, "who's there?"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
Goten spun around and saw someone in shadows, "Who are you?" He called.
"YOUR FAULT!" The shadow punched him hard in the stomach and he passed out.
Preview to next chapter:
"Who are you?" Goten asked weakly.
"You will find out soon." A cold voice said.
Goten felt a hard hand hit the top of his head. He fell down to the floor and smashed his head. A foot kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Goten asked.
"Your fault!"
Another swift blow to the head, not by a fist but by an object, a steel object. A gash opened up in Goten's head.
Goten fell down and lay there, no more energy to get up. He just laid there bleeding from the head.