Author's ramblings: Hola hey ppl. Well, I'm sad to say I only got ONE
review...special special SPECIAL thanks to Lilmelfina64! XD But I decided to
go on and post another chapter cuz I need to get it outta my head. Voila!
P.S.: words that have * around them are spoken in English. So right now,
everyone's speaking Japanese.
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Chapter two: Shoo Fly
"Your fighting style is phenomenal sir!"
"You're as elegant as Jet Li, sir."
"No, Jackie Chan!"
"No, Jet Li!"
Trunks Briefs kept eating as his new lackeys stopped praising him and moved onto arguing with each other. They had abandoned the 'Orange High Mafia' and latched onto him as a leader. Chewing the measly cafeteria food, the stranger sensed girls coming up to the table. You could tell by the perfume overloading the senses.
Pan sashayed over to the hunk's table with her friends behind her. She would show him what she had, and then he would be hers.
Sitting down smoothly into the chair next to Trunks, she put her chin on her hand and swept back her hair as she waited for him to notice her. He kept eating. His companions were still bickering, now about pie and cake. No one paid any attention to her. Grumbling under her breath, Pan brought out a tan, medium sized box, and set it on the table. She then slid it over to where Trunks was calmly eating.
"Calvin Klein cologne....*Contradiction*. Fascinating name, isn't it? *Catherina*...that's my name. What's yours?" Pan said in a high voice. Of course, she knew what his name was. She'd looked everything up. Boy oh boy, was she desperate.
Trunks finally set down his fork and glanced at the girl. Not deigning to turn to her, he touched her nametag (A/N: yes, in this story the uniforms have nametags on them) and said in a cool voice, "You're name's Pan Son."
He didn't bother to tell her his name. He'd met this kind of girl before. Boy oh boy, were they desperate. He took up his fork again and started eating, just as Pan opened her mouth. And at that exact moment, Kevin sauntered up to the table.
The leader of the Orange High Mafia bent over Pan and said, "Get off the chair. I need to have a talk with this guy here." Saying this, he bumped her off the chair, ignoring her loud protests.
"So. You come in here without a glance at the King. My name is Kevin Bash, lil dude. You made a big mistake when you picked a fight with me. I have a lot of men. You only have those two measly traitors," he gave the 'traitors' themselves a dirty look, which sent them quivering, "I'll give you another chance. But, in exchange you have to call me 'sir' when you see me. Understood?" Kevin failed to mention that Trunks was in fact a lot taller than him, that he had picked the fight first, and that Trunks was a heck of a lot stronger than Kevin.
In response to this annoying speech, Trunks unperturbedly used his fork to pick up some mashed potatoes, and then flung the food into Kevin's face.
"Oops, my mistake. It slipped. Let me help you." That said, Trunks smeared the food all over the leader's face. Except Kevin didn't look very much like a leader right then.
"Aargh!!" roared Kevin, and then rather rashly tried to punch Trunks. Trunks easily dodged, then proceeded to give Kevin a nasty uppercut. The opponent glared at Trunks from the ground, and was about to say something, when Trunks said, "I told you once already. Shoo fly." Then he left, uniform jacket flowing behind him, leaving behind adoring fans.
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Marron stared up at the huge manor with wide eyes. A fountain here, a fountain there, rich gardens everywhere....gulping, the girl rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" came the voice from the intercom.
"Uh, it's Marron...come to tutor Trunks."
"Oh, yes. Come on in."
The elaborate door opened, and the tutor stepped inside. She gazed at the prosperous furnishing, but without a twinge of envy. Suddenly, from behind her, a voice came.
"Ah, Marron!" Marron whirled around, and stifled a scream. There was Bulma, Trunks's mother, with a black mudpack on. It looked like it was threatening to run over, too.
"Uh, good afternoon." She bowed.
Bulma nodded carefully, "Trunks is upstairs, and please remember that he is actually 21..the same age as you if I'm not mistaken, so please don't tease him about that. He had a hard time in America..ah...ahh!" Bulma quickly exited the room, holding up her face and wringing her hands.
Blinking, Marron shook the hair out of her eyes and proceeded upstairs. Abruptly, she met someone on the staircase. There stood a handsome young boy.
Aah, this is my student? He looks young for 21. And not so...rebellious. Ooh, he's cute! This could be fun...sticking out her hand, Marron said, beaming, "Hi, I'm Marron. You must be my new student...cute."
The kid grinned and shook her hand, but said, "Oh, that's not me. That's my brother, he's down the hall...and you're very pretty, Ms. Marron."
Darn. "Oh? Sorry for mistaking you...see you sometime." Then she was at her student's door. She knocked softly. Silence. She knocked louder, but it was apparent that no one was there. Marron cautiously opened the door, and found a large room. There was a table...a couch...a huge bed, a bathroom, and...is that the shower?! It was practically a small room by itself. And..it was see-through. Actually, it was rippled, but it wouldn't leave a lot to the imagination. Ew. Well, can't find my student. Might as well practice introducing myself in the mirror. She went over to the big mirror on the wall, and examined herself. That boy had said she was pretty...was she? She hadn't really dressed up or anything...All of a sudden, she heard someone stomping up the stairs. Creeping to the door, Marron held her ear to it. And then the door slammed open...right into her.
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Duh duh duh dum! The next chapter: Trunks and Marron will finally meet! What will happen? Will Trunks fall in love with Marron at first sight? Or vice-versa? Ooor...will they hate each other? Eh, prolly the last one. Or not! Well, please leave some review people!
*~LiteSea II~*
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Chapter two: Shoo Fly
"Your fighting style is phenomenal sir!"
"You're as elegant as Jet Li, sir."
"No, Jackie Chan!"
"No, Jet Li!"
Trunks Briefs kept eating as his new lackeys stopped praising him and moved onto arguing with each other. They had abandoned the 'Orange High Mafia' and latched onto him as a leader. Chewing the measly cafeteria food, the stranger sensed girls coming up to the table. You could tell by the perfume overloading the senses.
Pan sashayed over to the hunk's table with her friends behind her. She would show him what she had, and then he would be hers.
Sitting down smoothly into the chair next to Trunks, she put her chin on her hand and swept back her hair as she waited for him to notice her. He kept eating. His companions were still bickering, now about pie and cake. No one paid any attention to her. Grumbling under her breath, Pan brought out a tan, medium sized box, and set it on the table. She then slid it over to where Trunks was calmly eating.
"Calvin Klein cologne....*Contradiction*. Fascinating name, isn't it? *Catherina*...that's my name. What's yours?" Pan said in a high voice. Of course, she knew what his name was. She'd looked everything up. Boy oh boy, was she desperate.
Trunks finally set down his fork and glanced at the girl. Not deigning to turn to her, he touched her nametag (A/N: yes, in this story the uniforms have nametags on them) and said in a cool voice, "You're name's Pan Son."
He didn't bother to tell her his name. He'd met this kind of girl before. Boy oh boy, were they desperate. He took up his fork again and started eating, just as Pan opened her mouth. And at that exact moment, Kevin sauntered up to the table.
The leader of the Orange High Mafia bent over Pan and said, "Get off the chair. I need to have a talk with this guy here." Saying this, he bumped her off the chair, ignoring her loud protests.
"So. You come in here without a glance at the King. My name is Kevin Bash, lil dude. You made a big mistake when you picked a fight with me. I have a lot of men. You only have those two measly traitors," he gave the 'traitors' themselves a dirty look, which sent them quivering, "I'll give you another chance. But, in exchange you have to call me 'sir' when you see me. Understood?" Kevin failed to mention that Trunks was in fact a lot taller than him, that he had picked the fight first, and that Trunks was a heck of a lot stronger than Kevin.
In response to this annoying speech, Trunks unperturbedly used his fork to pick up some mashed potatoes, and then flung the food into Kevin's face.
"Oops, my mistake. It slipped. Let me help you." That said, Trunks smeared the food all over the leader's face. Except Kevin didn't look very much like a leader right then.
"Aargh!!" roared Kevin, and then rather rashly tried to punch Trunks. Trunks easily dodged, then proceeded to give Kevin a nasty uppercut. The opponent glared at Trunks from the ground, and was about to say something, when Trunks said, "I told you once already. Shoo fly." Then he left, uniform jacket flowing behind him, leaving behind adoring fans.
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Marron stared up at the huge manor with wide eyes. A fountain here, a fountain there, rich gardens everywhere....gulping, the girl rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" came the voice from the intercom.
"Uh, it's Marron...come to tutor Trunks."
"Oh, yes. Come on in."
The elaborate door opened, and the tutor stepped inside. She gazed at the prosperous furnishing, but without a twinge of envy. Suddenly, from behind her, a voice came.
"Ah, Marron!" Marron whirled around, and stifled a scream. There was Bulma, Trunks's mother, with a black mudpack on. It looked like it was threatening to run over, too.
"Uh, good afternoon." She bowed.
Bulma nodded carefully, "Trunks is upstairs, and please remember that he is actually 21..the same age as you if I'm not mistaken, so please don't tease him about that. He had a hard time in America..ah...ahh!" Bulma quickly exited the room, holding up her face and wringing her hands.
Blinking, Marron shook the hair out of her eyes and proceeded upstairs. Abruptly, she met someone on the staircase. There stood a handsome young boy.
Aah, this is my student? He looks young for 21. And not so...rebellious. Ooh, he's cute! This could be fun...sticking out her hand, Marron said, beaming, "Hi, I'm Marron. You must be my new student...cute."
The kid grinned and shook her hand, but said, "Oh, that's not me. That's my brother, he's down the hall...and you're very pretty, Ms. Marron."
Darn. "Oh? Sorry for mistaking you...see you sometime." Then she was at her student's door. She knocked softly. Silence. She knocked louder, but it was apparent that no one was there. Marron cautiously opened the door, and found a large room. There was a table...a couch...a huge bed, a bathroom, and...is that the shower?! It was practically a small room by itself. And..it was see-through. Actually, it was rippled, but it wouldn't leave a lot to the imagination. Ew. Well, can't find my student. Might as well practice introducing myself in the mirror. She went over to the big mirror on the wall, and examined herself. That boy had said she was pretty...was she? She hadn't really dressed up or anything...All of a sudden, she heard someone stomping up the stairs. Creeping to the door, Marron held her ear to it. And then the door slammed open...right into her.
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Duh duh duh dum! The next chapter: Trunks and Marron will finally meet! What will happen? Will Trunks fall in love with Marron at first sight? Or vice-versa? Ooor...will they hate each other? Eh, prolly the last one. Or not! Well, please leave some review people!
*~LiteSea II~*