Three years later
Ages/names Trunks-17-Shorts Brazer Goten-16 Pan-15 Bra-15
Trunks walked into the school. No one would recognize him, he was sure of it. He needed to get a rest from his normal activities. Trunks hated his father, but he never really meant to hurt anyone else. Ohh well, he would just have to do the best he could. School was a breeze; the school was called Orange Star High School. Trunks was doing his work when the teacher called for the classes attention.
"Class, today we have three new students. Son Pan, Son Goten, Briefs Bra, Please welcome them to the class with a round of applause." The teacher said. Trunks was the only one who didn't comply.
"Hi, My name is Son Goten, I like fighting a lot, my niece Pan and I train all the time." Goten gave a goofy grin and took one of the only seats free in the class, right next to him.
"Hi, My name is Son Pan, I also like martial arts, and I hope not to hurt any of the guys if they so much as come near me." Pan stalked up to her seat and plopped down in it, scowling at the guys goggling at her. Trunks couldn't help but do it himself but he quickly turned back to Bra, whom was talking at that point.
"Hi, I'm Briefs Bra, I like fighting too, but I'm not as crazy about it as my friends are. If anyone touches Pan-chan your gonna have to go through me." Bra scowled and also stalked to her seat. Trunks was scowling too, he didn't like the looks the guys were giving his sister and her best friend. He most certainly didn't like the looks the girls were giving Goten. It was bad enough that he had to put up with it, now they have too? Trunks was known as the bully around school, everyone knew that. So Trunks sent glares around the room. Everyone sat up stright and paid attention to the teacher. The one thing no one but the teacher knew, Trunks did all his work and got stright A's on it. Trunks smirked and went back to his work.
Pan watched the boy with strangely familiar features. She didn't miss the glares and the smirk. She smirked herself; this guy would be fun to beat up if he tried to hit on her. She could feel his Ki; it was really low, lower then most humans. He was a weakling!
Trunks walked out of the classroom when the bell rang and headed for lunch. He kept a close eye and the three and made damn well sure that no one, and he meant no one, bothered them. Pan didn't notice this, the boys Ki was too low for her to follow constantly. When lunch was over, and Trunks had had his fill of the capsule food he'd eaten, he went on to gym. Once there, he noticed he was late, again. He waved to the teacher and the teacher scowled. He dressed in his uniform and the teacher said,
"For being late Shorts, you got seven laps around the field, now move." Trunks smirked, Seven laps, he wouldn't even break a sweat. Trunks ran slowly but constantly, not even breathing hard. Twenty minuets later he stopped and ran toward the teacher.
"Done," he said with a smirk. The teacher had long ago gotten used to Trunks' strange way of never breaking sweats when most of the other kids were already panting from doing push-up.
"Okay shorts, you know the drill, one minuet, as many push-ups as you can, try and make it to twenty this time." Trunks would have smirked but decided against it. He did thirty, just to appease the teacher.
"Happy?" Trunks asked, The teacher nodded,
"Good, now all you have to do is the pull ups." The teacher pointed to a bar and Trunks grinned, physical fitness sucked, it was so slow!
Trunks did somewhere near sixteen when he dropped down. He could have done sixteen hundred in under a minuet, but decided against it.
"Great, now you're caught up with the rest of the class, the mile run next, get ready class. Get set, GO!" Trunks pulled ahead of everybody, noticing Goten, Pan, and Bra were close behind. Trunks slowed down barely a fraction and they ran at the same speed, finishing at the same time. Trunks ignored the questioning stares from Pan and Bra and walked up to Goten.
"Goten right, can I asked you a question?" Trunks looked pointedly at Bra and Pan, the huffed and walked off.
"Uh, sure, Shorts right?" he asked.
"Actually, its Briefs Trunks, I just didn't want my dad to know I was getting an education. That and I didn't want anyone to know who mom was." Trunks laughed at the shocked look on his friend's face.
"Why not tell Pan and Bra?" Goten whispered, knowing the two were listening in.
"They can't hear us. I am currently wearing a micro radio chip so no one can hear what were talking about but us. They think I'm asking about a date with Pan, as you can see by the look on her face, its working. I was waiting to see your face first." Trunks pointed to Pan. Pan scowled.
Goten burst into laughter. Pan was a bit shocked.
"Come on, I'm gonna tell them now." The two ran over to two scowling girls and Trunks hugged Bra, making her scowl disappear to one of confusion.
"Ladies, I wish to introduce..." Trunks let go of Bra as Goten continued, "Your brother Bra, Briefs Trunks. " Both Goten and Trunks had a good laugh at the girls shocked faces.
"TRUNKS!" Trunks winched at the voice, glad that the little radio made everyone think that she yelled 'NO'.
"SHH Jeez, I'm glad I wear that radio constantly." Trunks said, trying to fend off Bra's hug. It made it look like she was hitting him. "Calm down, people are starting to laugh at us!" Trunks said, dodging behind Pan, the behind Goten. Goten laughed.
"Come on Bra, the bell's rung. I'm sure Trunks wants to get home." Goten said the one thing Trunks didn't want to happen.
They changed and in no time they were at C.C. Trunks landed first, before the others had a chance to catch up, and typed in the code for the door. "My husband is hell and my children are demons" Trunks walked inside, the first thing that confronted him was Vegeta,
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" he asked, Trunks just grinned and powered up all the way to SSJ2. Vegeta was so shocked he forgot to deflect the attack Trunks sent at him. The fight quickly went on, Trunks leading Vegeta outside.
"Who the hell are you?" Vegeta asked,
"Why dad, I'm surprised you don't remember you're first born!" Trunks sent a Ki blast at Vegeta, whom dodged it. Vegeta smirked and went SSJ2 too and Trunks just smirked right back, "Is that all? I'm surprised you didn't get any stronger then that!" Trunks said, he attacked his father head on, knowing this was his way to get back at his father for all those years ago.
"TRUNKS WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP THAT!" Bra yelled, Trunks faltered and dropped Vegeta. Vegeta floated a few feet off the ground before landing.
"Aw Bra, I was just having fun!" Trunks landed and shuffled his foot. Trunks could go a lot higher then what he currently was at, and Vegeta noticed that Trunks had just been playing with him. Vegeta 'humph' and called the 'Baka onna'
"What do you want Vegeta!" Trunks wanted to land on the ground, but when his mother walked out, thought better of it. Trunks powered down and was glad his baggy jeans and t-shirt weren't too singed around the edges.
"Our brats home, finally." Vegeta said, powering down too. Vegeta walked off to train. Bulma stared around and her eyes widened.
Ages/names Trunks-17-Shorts Brazer Goten-16 Pan-15 Bra-15
Trunks walked into the school. No one would recognize him, he was sure of it. He needed to get a rest from his normal activities. Trunks hated his father, but he never really meant to hurt anyone else. Ohh well, he would just have to do the best he could. School was a breeze; the school was called Orange Star High School. Trunks was doing his work when the teacher called for the classes attention.
"Class, today we have three new students. Son Pan, Son Goten, Briefs Bra, Please welcome them to the class with a round of applause." The teacher said. Trunks was the only one who didn't comply.
"Hi, My name is Son Goten, I like fighting a lot, my niece Pan and I train all the time." Goten gave a goofy grin and took one of the only seats free in the class, right next to him.
"Hi, My name is Son Pan, I also like martial arts, and I hope not to hurt any of the guys if they so much as come near me." Pan stalked up to her seat and plopped down in it, scowling at the guys goggling at her. Trunks couldn't help but do it himself but he quickly turned back to Bra, whom was talking at that point.
"Hi, I'm Briefs Bra, I like fighting too, but I'm not as crazy about it as my friends are. If anyone touches Pan-chan your gonna have to go through me." Bra scowled and also stalked to her seat. Trunks was scowling too, he didn't like the looks the guys were giving his sister and her best friend. He most certainly didn't like the looks the girls were giving Goten. It was bad enough that he had to put up with it, now they have too? Trunks was known as the bully around school, everyone knew that. So Trunks sent glares around the room. Everyone sat up stright and paid attention to the teacher. The one thing no one but the teacher knew, Trunks did all his work and got stright A's on it. Trunks smirked and went back to his work.
Pan watched the boy with strangely familiar features. She didn't miss the glares and the smirk. She smirked herself; this guy would be fun to beat up if he tried to hit on her. She could feel his Ki; it was really low, lower then most humans. He was a weakling!
Trunks walked out of the classroom when the bell rang and headed for lunch. He kept a close eye and the three and made damn well sure that no one, and he meant no one, bothered them. Pan didn't notice this, the boys Ki was too low for her to follow constantly. When lunch was over, and Trunks had had his fill of the capsule food he'd eaten, he went on to gym. Once there, he noticed he was late, again. He waved to the teacher and the teacher scowled. He dressed in his uniform and the teacher said,
"For being late Shorts, you got seven laps around the field, now move." Trunks smirked, Seven laps, he wouldn't even break a sweat. Trunks ran slowly but constantly, not even breathing hard. Twenty minuets later he stopped and ran toward the teacher.
"Done," he said with a smirk. The teacher had long ago gotten used to Trunks' strange way of never breaking sweats when most of the other kids were already panting from doing push-up.
"Okay shorts, you know the drill, one minuet, as many push-ups as you can, try and make it to twenty this time." Trunks would have smirked but decided against it. He did thirty, just to appease the teacher.
"Happy?" Trunks asked, The teacher nodded,
"Good, now all you have to do is the pull ups." The teacher pointed to a bar and Trunks grinned, physical fitness sucked, it was so slow!
Trunks did somewhere near sixteen when he dropped down. He could have done sixteen hundred in under a minuet, but decided against it.
"Great, now you're caught up with the rest of the class, the mile run next, get ready class. Get set, GO!" Trunks pulled ahead of everybody, noticing Goten, Pan, and Bra were close behind. Trunks slowed down barely a fraction and they ran at the same speed, finishing at the same time. Trunks ignored the questioning stares from Pan and Bra and walked up to Goten.
"Goten right, can I asked you a question?" Trunks looked pointedly at Bra and Pan, the huffed and walked off.
"Uh, sure, Shorts right?" he asked.
"Actually, its Briefs Trunks, I just didn't want my dad to know I was getting an education. That and I didn't want anyone to know who mom was." Trunks laughed at the shocked look on his friend's face.
"Why not tell Pan and Bra?" Goten whispered, knowing the two were listening in.
"They can't hear us. I am currently wearing a micro radio chip so no one can hear what were talking about but us. They think I'm asking about a date with Pan, as you can see by the look on her face, its working. I was waiting to see your face first." Trunks pointed to Pan. Pan scowled.
Goten burst into laughter. Pan was a bit shocked.
"Come on, I'm gonna tell them now." The two ran over to two scowling girls and Trunks hugged Bra, making her scowl disappear to one of confusion.
"Ladies, I wish to introduce..." Trunks let go of Bra as Goten continued, "Your brother Bra, Briefs Trunks. " Both Goten and Trunks had a good laugh at the girls shocked faces.
"TRUNKS!" Trunks winched at the voice, glad that the little radio made everyone think that she yelled 'NO'.
"SHH Jeez, I'm glad I wear that radio constantly." Trunks said, trying to fend off Bra's hug. It made it look like she was hitting him. "Calm down, people are starting to laugh at us!" Trunks said, dodging behind Pan, the behind Goten. Goten laughed.
"Come on Bra, the bell's rung. I'm sure Trunks wants to get home." Goten said the one thing Trunks didn't want to happen.
They changed and in no time they were at C.C. Trunks landed first, before the others had a chance to catch up, and typed in the code for the door. "My husband is hell and my children are demons" Trunks walked inside, the first thing that confronted him was Vegeta,
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" he asked, Trunks just grinned and powered up all the way to SSJ2. Vegeta was so shocked he forgot to deflect the attack Trunks sent at him. The fight quickly went on, Trunks leading Vegeta outside.
"Who the hell are you?" Vegeta asked,
"Why dad, I'm surprised you don't remember you're first born!" Trunks sent a Ki blast at Vegeta, whom dodged it. Vegeta smirked and went SSJ2 too and Trunks just smirked right back, "Is that all? I'm surprised you didn't get any stronger then that!" Trunks said, he attacked his father head on, knowing this was his way to get back at his father for all those years ago.
"TRUNKS WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP THAT!" Bra yelled, Trunks faltered and dropped Vegeta. Vegeta floated a few feet off the ground before landing.
"Aw Bra, I was just having fun!" Trunks landed and shuffled his foot. Trunks could go a lot higher then what he currently was at, and Vegeta noticed that Trunks had just been playing with him. Vegeta 'humph' and called the 'Baka onna'
"What do you want Vegeta!" Trunks wanted to land on the ground, but when his mother walked out, thought better of it. Trunks powered down and was glad his baggy jeans and t-shirt weren't too singed around the edges.
"Our brats home, finally." Vegeta said, powering down too. Vegeta walked off to train. Bulma stared around and her eyes widened.