"I'm home!" the sound of Trunks returning home from school echoed throughout Capsule Corp. Like every other day, not only did his parents know that he had returned home, but most of the employees did as well. Also like every other day, Trunks was only planning on staying home to drop his stuff off, before he headed over to Goten's house, under the guise of going to cram school, to try out the latest video game that Goten had bought recently.
"Hold it, mister," came the voice of his mother, Bulma, "The school called today…"
"I swear to Kami, I did not start that fire," Trunks pleaded, panic in his voice. Bulma for her part, looked totally confused.
"What fire?"
"Oh…heh heh… nothing…"
"Anyway, apparently you haven't signed up for any clubs," Bulma accused.
"They're optional, and I have better things to do," Trunks shrugged the accusation off.
"They might be optional, but it's still a perfect chance for you to socialise," Bulma knew that Trunks would do anything to get out of it, "You need some friends other than Goten."
"I have other friends!" Trunks yelled defensively.
"Like who?"
"Well… uh, there's…" Trunks stammered.
"I thought so," Bulma handed him a list, "Of course, being halfway through the term, most of the clubs are full. I've underlined the ones that still have vacancies. The principal wants to know which one you'll be participating in by tomorrow."
"But…"
Bulma shot him a look, not just any look, but the look. That same look that made Vegeta have a shower the second he arrived on Earth after searching for Goku. The same look that made anyone with a little something called testosterone cower in terror. Sighing in defeat, Trunks took the list and went through the day-old ritual of faking getting ready for cram school.
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"Ikebana? What is this crap?" Trunks glared at the offensive word on his list.
"That's what Okaasan wants me to do," Goten said, looking at a similar list, "Flower arranging… blech."
"All the good clubs are full…" Trunks whined, "What about poetry?"
"Poetry?"
"Sure! 'There once was a man named Ennis…'"
"What about a sport?" Goten thought out loud, "Baseball isn't full yet…"
"No way. If we did baseball, we'd have to put up with Yuriko," Trunk countered, referring to Yamcha's niece, "I don't think I could stand listening to her go through the whole 'My uncle plays professional baseball and taught me to play, so naturally I'm good' routine every day."
"Okay, so we don't want anything girly, or baseball, or anything that will get us beat up… that leaves one club," Goten said as he crossed the rejected clubs off his list.
"What is it?"
"Ping pong."