Author's Note: Okay, it has been waaaaay too long since I updated. ^^ Well, wait no longer, cause here's chapter 2! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but I own Chibi Trunks, Majin Vegeta, Chibi Gohan, Piccolo, Goku, Super Saiyan Goku, Krillin, Vegeta, and Frieza, see? ::holds up two Irwin and seven Burger King action figures:: ^^ ::huggles em all:: Ooh, and I can't forget Mirai Trunks! ::huggles her big Mirai Trunks doll::
Trunks and Goten's Official Prank Day
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2: First Period, English
It was 8:05 in the morning, five minutes past the time that class had started, when Trunks and Goten burst into the classroom, singing at the tops of their lungs.
"OHHHHHHH... MY DOG SENZU LEFT HER HOME, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU GONE? SHE CAME BACK SO NICE AND CLEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BEEN? SENZU BEAN, SENZU BEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BEEN? SENZU BEAN, SENZU BEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BE--"
"QUIET!!!!!!"
The boys abruptly shut their mouths.
Mr. Sakamoto strode over to them, staring hard at them over his wide-rimmed glasses. He didn't look too happy. "Boys, this is a classroom, not an opera house. If you want to sing, fine, do it on your own time, but do not ever, EVER, enter my classroom and disrupt my lesson again!" He crossed his arms. "Now, go back outside and return to the room SILENTLY."
Looking rather sheepish, they obeyed, shutting the door behind them as they went out, then reentering without a sound.
"That's better." The teacher handed each of them a test. "Now go to your seats. You have fifteen minutes to complete this vocabulary test." He narrowed his eyes. "And I expect GOOD scores."
The two demi-Saiyajins gulped. "Hai, sensei."
***
Eight minutes later, Trunks set down his pencil and stretched. The test had been a breeze. However, it seemed that his best friend, who just so happened to be sitting in the seat next to him, wasn't having nearly as easy a time as he had.
As if on cue, he felt something sharp jab him in the side. "Pssst," Goten whispered, "how do you spell 'shih-tzu'?"
Trunks hid a smile and whispered back, "S-H-I-T-Z-O-O."
Goten frowned. "You sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure. Think about it; it makes sense, doesn't it?"
Goten thought for a second and shrugged. "I guess you're right." He proceeded to continue scribbling his answers.
All too soon, the professor's booming voice rang loud and clear throughout the room: "All right, pencils down!" Groans could be heard from several students as they reluctantly passed up their papers.
Goten bit his lip. "That was hard."
Trunks smirked and brushed a stand of hair behind his ear. "Really?" he said smugly. " I thought it was pretty easy, myself."
"Yeah, as in, easy for you to say, boy-genius."
"Hey, you were the one who got skipped ahead a grade." Trunks chuckled and patted the younger boy on the head. "Don't worry, we'll punish the teacher later."
"Class!" Mr. Sakamoto clapped his hands once, loudly, to get his students' attention. They immediately quieted down. "Now," he began, "as you all know, for this class, you're required to read a book of at least three hundred pages. It may be of any genre, however, it must be a book approved by your parents.
"Awww... no Kama Sutra?"
The entire class cracked up. Trunks, of course, was beaming. The teacher struggled feverantly to calm down his class. "Class, CLASS! ...If you all don't stop laughing, I'll start assigning extra pages of homework!"
Everyone instantly shut up.
Mr. Sakamoto sent a death glare in Trunks' direction. "See me after class."
"...Nuts." The purple-haired preteen slumped down in his chair.
"Now, let's get back on schedule."
***
"The remark you made earlier this morning was an inexcusable act!" scolded the teacher, who peered over his glasses at his pupil. Trunks stood before him, head down, hands shoved in his pockets, looking rather sheepish. Goten observed from just outside the open door. With the exception of the three of them, the room was relatively empty.
"I'm serious, Trunks, the next time this happens, I'm going to have to resort to assigning you detentions, is that clear?"
Trunks raised his head suddenly, as if Mr. Sakamoto's words had struck something in him. "You know what, sensei? You're right."
His professor blinked. He hadn't expected that as a response.
"You are so right, sensei," Trunks went on. "My comment was completely out of line and it demonstrated a lack of maturity on my part." He took his hands out of his pockets, grasping them together. "Onegai, sensei, forgive me for my lapse in judgment."
Mr. Sakamoto, still stunned, merely muttered, "Yes, well, uh, take care to make sure it doesn't happen again. It's good to see that you're taking responsibility for your actions."
Trunks grinned wildly and goodheartedly slapped his teacher on the back. "Domo arigato, sensei! You won't regret this!"
The aging teacher pushed his glasses back up on his nose so that he was once again looking through them. He allowed himself a small smile. "You're welcome. Now, hurry up or you'll be late for your next class."
"Hai, sensei. Thanks again!" Trunks grabbed his backpack and rushed out to meet Goten. They both looked back at Mr. Sakamoto.
"Huh, you know, Trunks, he's really not such a bad guy," the younger demi-Saiyajin commented.
"Yeah," Trunks agreed, flashing a brilliant smile at his teacher. "I think this is going to be a good day," he remarked as Mr. Sakamoto turned around and made his way to his desk, revealing the "KICK ME" sign taped to his back.
As the classroom door closed behind the two boys, Trunks smirked when he heard the loud, resounding farting sound coming from within the room from the whoopee cushion he had strategically placed under the pillow on his teacher's chair. "A very, very good day."
******
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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but I own Chibi Trunks, Majin Vegeta, Chibi Gohan, Piccolo, Goku, Super Saiyan Goku, Krillin, Vegeta, and Frieza, see? ::holds up two Irwin and seven Burger King action figures:: ^^ ::huggles em all:: Ooh, and I can't forget Mirai Trunks! ::huggles her big Mirai Trunks doll::
Trunks and Goten's Official Prank Day
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2: First Period, English
It was 8:05 in the morning, five minutes past the time that class had started, when Trunks and Goten burst into the classroom, singing at the tops of their lungs.
"OHHHHHHH... MY DOG SENZU LEFT HER HOME, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU GONE? SHE CAME BACK SO NICE AND CLEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BEEN? SENZU BEAN, SENZU BEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BEEN? SENZU BEAN, SENZU BEAN, WHERE OH WHERE HAD SENZU BE--"
"QUIET!!!!!!"
The boys abruptly shut their mouths.
Mr. Sakamoto strode over to them, staring hard at them over his wide-rimmed glasses. He didn't look too happy. "Boys, this is a classroom, not an opera house. If you want to sing, fine, do it on your own time, but do not ever, EVER, enter my classroom and disrupt my lesson again!" He crossed his arms. "Now, go back outside and return to the room SILENTLY."
Looking rather sheepish, they obeyed, shutting the door behind them as they went out, then reentering without a sound.
"That's better." The teacher handed each of them a test. "Now go to your seats. You have fifteen minutes to complete this vocabulary test." He narrowed his eyes. "And I expect GOOD scores."
The two demi-Saiyajins gulped. "Hai, sensei."
***
Eight minutes later, Trunks set down his pencil and stretched. The test had been a breeze. However, it seemed that his best friend, who just so happened to be sitting in the seat next to him, wasn't having nearly as easy a time as he had.
As if on cue, he felt something sharp jab him in the side. "Pssst," Goten whispered, "how do you spell 'shih-tzu'?"
Trunks hid a smile and whispered back, "S-H-I-T-Z-O-O."
Goten frowned. "You sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure. Think about it; it makes sense, doesn't it?"
Goten thought for a second and shrugged. "I guess you're right." He proceeded to continue scribbling his answers.
All too soon, the professor's booming voice rang loud and clear throughout the room: "All right, pencils down!" Groans could be heard from several students as they reluctantly passed up their papers.
Goten bit his lip. "That was hard."
Trunks smirked and brushed a stand of hair behind his ear. "Really?" he said smugly. " I thought it was pretty easy, myself."
"Yeah, as in, easy for you to say, boy-genius."
"Hey, you were the one who got skipped ahead a grade." Trunks chuckled and patted the younger boy on the head. "Don't worry, we'll punish the teacher later."
"Class!" Mr. Sakamoto clapped his hands once, loudly, to get his students' attention. They immediately quieted down. "Now," he began, "as you all know, for this class, you're required to read a book of at least three hundred pages. It may be of any genre, however, it must be a book approved by your parents.
"Awww... no Kama Sutra?"
The entire class cracked up. Trunks, of course, was beaming. The teacher struggled feverantly to calm down his class. "Class, CLASS! ...If you all don't stop laughing, I'll start assigning extra pages of homework!"
Everyone instantly shut up.
Mr. Sakamoto sent a death glare in Trunks' direction. "See me after class."
"...Nuts." The purple-haired preteen slumped down in his chair.
"Now, let's get back on schedule."
***
"The remark you made earlier this morning was an inexcusable act!" scolded the teacher, who peered over his glasses at his pupil. Trunks stood before him, head down, hands shoved in his pockets, looking rather sheepish. Goten observed from just outside the open door. With the exception of the three of them, the room was relatively empty.
"I'm serious, Trunks, the next time this happens, I'm going to have to resort to assigning you detentions, is that clear?"
Trunks raised his head suddenly, as if Mr. Sakamoto's words had struck something in him. "You know what, sensei? You're right."
His professor blinked. He hadn't expected that as a response.
"You are so right, sensei," Trunks went on. "My comment was completely out of line and it demonstrated a lack of maturity on my part." He took his hands out of his pockets, grasping them together. "Onegai, sensei, forgive me for my lapse in judgment."
Mr. Sakamoto, still stunned, merely muttered, "Yes, well, uh, take care to make sure it doesn't happen again. It's good to see that you're taking responsibility for your actions."
Trunks grinned wildly and goodheartedly slapped his teacher on the back. "Domo arigato, sensei! You won't regret this!"
The aging teacher pushed his glasses back up on his nose so that he was once again looking through them. He allowed himself a small smile. "You're welcome. Now, hurry up or you'll be late for your next class."
"Hai, sensei. Thanks again!" Trunks grabbed his backpack and rushed out to meet Goten. They both looked back at Mr. Sakamoto.
"Huh, you know, Trunks, he's really not such a bad guy," the younger demi-Saiyajin commented.
"Yeah," Trunks agreed, flashing a brilliant smile at his teacher. "I think this is going to be a good day," he remarked as Mr. Sakamoto turned around and made his way to his desk, revealing the "KICK ME" sign taped to his back.
As the classroom door closed behind the two boys, Trunks smirked when he heard the loud, resounding farting sound coming from within the room from the whoopee cushion he had strategically placed under the pillow on his teacher's chair. "A very, very good day."
******
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