Okay everyone, drumroll please. I have found a fanfic that I wrote about
three years ago.in one night. During the summer, I found that my insomnia
proved to be very useful to my writing career, so I started writing during
the day and continued on until eight the following morning when I completed
this strange fic. I really don't know what compelled me to write this, and
I really don't have a thing for Trunks, but he's as hot as everyone knows
he is. ::grins:: So here goes, corrections and all! Enjoy!
~*~
Chinese Chopsticks
Chapter One
In present time where Dragonball Z does not exist.
"I swear to Kame, college is the hardest thing next to calculus!" I slammed my book shut in frustration. "Why, of all days, did it have to be raining today?! Now I don't have an excuse to not study. If it were sunny, I'd be driving around somewhere forgetting that I had to study. But no, it just had to rain and make me stay inside." I continued my childish ranting and grumbling as I stuffed all of my books back into my rarely used backpack and shoved the whole mess under my dorm bed. My roommate was nonexistent, since she had transferred to the ultimatum of Harvard several weeks ago. Made me wonder why she even picked this little college in the first place.
Feeling the need to comfort myself (and quiet the incessant and irritable voice in the back of my mind) I slid into my computer chair and booted the system up. Resting my chin in one hand and tapping the computer desk with the other, I yawned as I waited for the piece of junk to get online. Upon hearing "Welcome, you've got mail!" I started awake, cursing my early morning classes. It was only four weeks into the first semester and my optimistic attitude had left me for the remainder of the school year.
Out of sheer boredom, I logged onto the college's chat room website, creating my own room and waited for an unsuspecting victim. Someone logged in with the screename 'iAmTrUnKs' and I waited for them to send a greeting first.
iAmTrUnKs: 'Hey, Tivo, you looked lonely sitting up there in your dorm room, thought you needed someone to talk to.'
"What the hell?!" I hated college guys. But the feeling was mutual for all I knew. I shook my head disdainfully and typed my reply.
TivosChallenge: 'So, you some guys on campus trying to get a rise out of me?'
iAmTrUnKs: 'Nah, just a new transfer trying to find his way around here.'
I pondered this for a moment, chewing on a piece of my sandy blonde hair.
TivosChallenge: 'How old r u?'
iAmTrUnKs: '20'
Was his reply. I smiled to myself, 'Older guy, wonder if he's cute.' Of course, being the naive nineteen year old that I was and considering the vile mood that I was in at the time, his cuteness was all that mattered to me at the moment.
iAmTrUnKs: 'How old r u, Tivo?'
TivosChallenge: 'Nineteen'
iAmTrUnKs: 'Kool, sorry, g2g, guess I'll see ya in class t/m.'
I exited out of the chat and kicked back in my chair, propping my feet up next to the keyboard. Maybe I could earn the respect of at least one guy at this Godforsaken school.
~*~
Chinese Chopsticks
Chapter One
In present time where Dragonball Z does not exist.
"I swear to Kame, college is the hardest thing next to calculus!" I slammed my book shut in frustration. "Why, of all days, did it have to be raining today?! Now I don't have an excuse to not study. If it were sunny, I'd be driving around somewhere forgetting that I had to study. But no, it just had to rain and make me stay inside." I continued my childish ranting and grumbling as I stuffed all of my books back into my rarely used backpack and shoved the whole mess under my dorm bed. My roommate was nonexistent, since she had transferred to the ultimatum of Harvard several weeks ago. Made me wonder why she even picked this little college in the first place.
Feeling the need to comfort myself (and quiet the incessant and irritable voice in the back of my mind) I slid into my computer chair and booted the system up. Resting my chin in one hand and tapping the computer desk with the other, I yawned as I waited for the piece of junk to get online. Upon hearing "Welcome, you've got mail!" I started awake, cursing my early morning classes. It was only four weeks into the first semester and my optimistic attitude had left me for the remainder of the school year.
Out of sheer boredom, I logged onto the college's chat room website, creating my own room and waited for an unsuspecting victim. Someone logged in with the screename 'iAmTrUnKs' and I waited for them to send a greeting first.
iAmTrUnKs: 'Hey, Tivo, you looked lonely sitting up there in your dorm room, thought you needed someone to talk to.'
"What the hell?!" I hated college guys. But the feeling was mutual for all I knew. I shook my head disdainfully and typed my reply.
TivosChallenge: 'So, you some guys on campus trying to get a rise out of me?'
iAmTrUnKs: 'Nah, just a new transfer trying to find his way around here.'
I pondered this for a moment, chewing on a piece of my sandy blonde hair.
TivosChallenge: 'How old r u?'
iAmTrUnKs: '20'
Was his reply. I smiled to myself, 'Older guy, wonder if he's cute.' Of course, being the naive nineteen year old that I was and considering the vile mood that I was in at the time, his cuteness was all that mattered to me at the moment.
iAmTrUnKs: 'How old r u, Tivo?'
TivosChallenge: 'Nineteen'
iAmTrUnKs: 'Kool, sorry, g2g, guess I'll see ya in class t/m.'
I exited out of the chat and kicked back in my chair, propping my feet up next to the keyboard. Maybe I could earn the respect of at least one guy at this Godforsaken school.
