Versus
~A Frustrating Mess~
Bra looked down at her schedule. She'd tried earlier to get it changed to no avail. She then looked up at the classroom door. It was the right room, but she hoped that the teacher would not be the one written on her schedule. She opened the door slowly, closed her eyes and entered. Unfortunately when she opened them, there he was.
"Goooooood morning, Bra. It's nice to see another student is early," Goten said, sitting at his desk.
Bra pretended to fake a smile. (In a way she was happy to see him and in a way she wasn't. Her only defense was feigning apathy.) She looked over at the other student who had arrived early. It was her only friend.
"Hey, Bra. Come sit in front of me," Pan beckoned.
Bra took the seat. "You're in your uncle's class. Weird."
"Well, it's not all bad so far. Of course, I've only been in here about two minutes," Pan said. She laughed.
Bra, on the other hand, did not.
"All the other history teachers who used to work here all quit except Mrs. Flinglestein or whatever her name is. And Goten just started working here. The classrooms are packed," Pan said.
"So that's why I couldn't get my schedule changed," Bra muttered.
"Get your schedule changed? Didn't you get all the classes you wanted?" Goten asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
More students began to enter the classroom.
"Yeah, I did. But I wanted to change the times around," Bra lied.
Pan gave her a strange look.
"Well, you were lucky. A lot of students didn't get the classes they wanted," Goten said. He returned to the front of the classroom and started writing on the board.
"You're not usually so picky about your classes. Why's this year different? It's not like you're a senior yet," Pan said.
Bra just frowned.
The bell rang for class to begin and by this time Bra was already tired of Pan's interrogation, so she stopped talking to her altogether. She had to consider how the next year would go. And that, in and of itself, would cause some major complications.
Sure, Bra's life was complicated before now. She kept her training from her mother, her father hated for her to be around the opposite sex and her best friend was the granddaughter of her father's rival. That was enough to make a girl wonder if life would ever get easier for her. No such luck. Now the worst had happened. The man she'd loved for more than half her life was teaching her least favorite subject.
It was so unexpected for Goten to even take this route. There's no way anyone could have seen it coming. He showed no signs of such interests growing up. So, how did he end up in this situation? What made him chose to settle into a life of teaching when all he really wanted to do was train and fight?
She found herself looking out of the window on occasions and thinking about when she was younger. Thinking about how he spent so much time with her and how he always treated her with so much more kindness than he treated even his own niece. Of course he teased her a lot, but that was just the way they were.
"Earth to Bra. Wake up. Are you paying attention to me at all?" Goten asked with his arms across his chest. He had been in the middle of a lecture to which no one was listening, yet he chose to call on Bra. "What year did World War II begin?"
Bra looked over at Goten and shrugged, turning a deep shade of red.
"I was told that this is your only weak subject. And I can see why, since you won't even open your book," Goten said.
It was the first day of class and he was already chewing her out. That's great. And in front of the whole class.
"Why don't you see me after class about this little problem," Goten stated. Just then the bell rang. "As for the rest of you, read Chapter 1 and we'll discuss it tomorrow."
"What did you do to him, Bra? He's really out for blood with you," Pan said, gathering her books.
"I don't know. I didn't do anything," Bra responded.
"Hate to say it, but I'm glad it's you and not me," Pan said. "Gotta go. Good luck." She made her exit.
Bra sighed. "Fine," she muttered. She watched Goten as he erased the board with long strokes. She was mesmerized by the way his body moved.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Goten asked.
Oops! Had he turned around? Bra rolled her eyes, but she couldn't fight the blush creeping up on her cheeks. "You wanted to see me?" was all she could concoct.
"Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of everyone. I just had to seem like I'd get down to business. You know how teenagers can be if you don't put your foot down," Goten said.
Bra folded her arms across her chest. "So you made an example out of me. Great. Are you done?"
"Actually, I'm not," Goten replied, smiling.
Her scare tactics never worked on him for some reason.
"I was serious about your weakness in history. I'd like to see if I can help you. We should spend some time studying together," Goten continued.
Bra's protest caught in her throat when she thought about spending time alone with Goten.
"And maybe we can catch up on old times while we're at it," Goten said.
As soon as she found her voice, he went and said that. And with his usual playfulness too. That always made her melt like butter. So her lone protest came out as, "Mm?" She chewed her bottom lip instinctively. Something she'd stopped doing years ago. Something she did only around him.
"Yeah. It'll be so much fun. I wanna see how you've been doing without me on your training," Goten said, hands on hips.
"That'll do as your death wish," Bra said, trying her best to sound like her father. She smirked as only Vegeta could.
The bell rang for the next class. Goten smirked back as only he could. "You're late for class, tough-girl." He wrote her a pass.
Damn! Her attempts to look cool were always conveniently thwarted around him. The advantage of carrying the Son name. Well, that and incredibly good looks.
"Fine," she said. She took the pass and left. She could feel the effects of his presence. He had tugged diligently on her heart strings and it was hard to tell if he would ever let go. The thing is...he had no idea.
~End A Frustrating Mess~
--Thank you to everyone who reviewed the prologue to this story. Hope you all enjoyed that installment of Versus. This stuff is a little out of the loop for me cause I'm still pretty new at this. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading it. Tell your friends.
--Will there be a next chapter? I'm not sure. But if you want one just ask and I'll see what I can do. And if you have any suggestions on what should happen next or some criticisms on what has already happened, just let me know.
--Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.
~A Frustrating Mess~
Bra looked down at her schedule. She'd tried earlier to get it changed to no avail. She then looked up at the classroom door. It was the right room, but she hoped that the teacher would not be the one written on her schedule. She opened the door slowly, closed her eyes and entered. Unfortunately when she opened them, there he was.
"Goooooood morning, Bra. It's nice to see another student is early," Goten said, sitting at his desk.
Bra pretended to fake a smile. (In a way she was happy to see him and in a way she wasn't. Her only defense was feigning apathy.) She looked over at the other student who had arrived early. It was her only friend.
"Hey, Bra. Come sit in front of me," Pan beckoned.
Bra took the seat. "You're in your uncle's class. Weird."
"Well, it's not all bad so far. Of course, I've only been in here about two minutes," Pan said. She laughed.
Bra, on the other hand, did not.
"All the other history teachers who used to work here all quit except Mrs. Flinglestein or whatever her name is. And Goten just started working here. The classrooms are packed," Pan said.
"So that's why I couldn't get my schedule changed," Bra muttered.
"Get your schedule changed? Didn't you get all the classes you wanted?" Goten asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
More students began to enter the classroom.
"Yeah, I did. But I wanted to change the times around," Bra lied.
Pan gave her a strange look.
"Well, you were lucky. A lot of students didn't get the classes they wanted," Goten said. He returned to the front of the classroom and started writing on the board.
"You're not usually so picky about your classes. Why's this year different? It's not like you're a senior yet," Pan said.
Bra just frowned.
The bell rang for class to begin and by this time Bra was already tired of Pan's interrogation, so she stopped talking to her altogether. She had to consider how the next year would go. And that, in and of itself, would cause some major complications.
Sure, Bra's life was complicated before now. She kept her training from her mother, her father hated for her to be around the opposite sex and her best friend was the granddaughter of her father's rival. That was enough to make a girl wonder if life would ever get easier for her. No such luck. Now the worst had happened. The man she'd loved for more than half her life was teaching her least favorite subject.
It was so unexpected for Goten to even take this route. There's no way anyone could have seen it coming. He showed no signs of such interests growing up. So, how did he end up in this situation? What made him chose to settle into a life of teaching when all he really wanted to do was train and fight?
She found herself looking out of the window on occasions and thinking about when she was younger. Thinking about how he spent so much time with her and how he always treated her with so much more kindness than he treated even his own niece. Of course he teased her a lot, but that was just the way they were.
"Earth to Bra. Wake up. Are you paying attention to me at all?" Goten asked with his arms across his chest. He had been in the middle of a lecture to which no one was listening, yet he chose to call on Bra. "What year did World War II begin?"
Bra looked over at Goten and shrugged, turning a deep shade of red.
"I was told that this is your only weak subject. And I can see why, since you won't even open your book," Goten said.
It was the first day of class and he was already chewing her out. That's great. And in front of the whole class.
"Why don't you see me after class about this little problem," Goten stated. Just then the bell rang. "As for the rest of you, read Chapter 1 and we'll discuss it tomorrow."
"What did you do to him, Bra? He's really out for blood with you," Pan said, gathering her books.
"I don't know. I didn't do anything," Bra responded.
"Hate to say it, but I'm glad it's you and not me," Pan said. "Gotta go. Good luck." She made her exit.
Bra sighed. "Fine," she muttered. She watched Goten as he erased the board with long strokes. She was mesmerized by the way his body moved.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Goten asked.
Oops! Had he turned around? Bra rolled her eyes, but she couldn't fight the blush creeping up on her cheeks. "You wanted to see me?" was all she could concoct.
"Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of everyone. I just had to seem like I'd get down to business. You know how teenagers can be if you don't put your foot down," Goten said.
Bra folded her arms across her chest. "So you made an example out of me. Great. Are you done?"
"Actually, I'm not," Goten replied, smiling.
Her scare tactics never worked on him for some reason.
"I was serious about your weakness in history. I'd like to see if I can help you. We should spend some time studying together," Goten continued.
Bra's protest caught in her throat when she thought about spending time alone with Goten.
"And maybe we can catch up on old times while we're at it," Goten said.
As soon as she found her voice, he went and said that. And with his usual playfulness too. That always made her melt like butter. So her lone protest came out as, "Mm?" She chewed her bottom lip instinctively. Something she'd stopped doing years ago. Something she did only around him.
"Yeah. It'll be so much fun. I wanna see how you've been doing without me on your training," Goten said, hands on hips.
"That'll do as your death wish," Bra said, trying her best to sound like her father. She smirked as only Vegeta could.
The bell rang for the next class. Goten smirked back as only he could. "You're late for class, tough-girl." He wrote her a pass.
Damn! Her attempts to look cool were always conveniently thwarted around him. The advantage of carrying the Son name. Well, that and incredibly good looks.
"Fine," she said. She took the pass and left. She could feel the effects of his presence. He had tugged diligently on her heart strings and it was hard to tell if he would ever let go. The thing is...he had no idea.
~End A Frustrating Mess~
--Thank you to everyone who reviewed the prologue to this story. Hope you all enjoyed that installment of Versus. This stuff is a little out of the loop for me cause I'm still pretty new at this. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading it. Tell your friends.
--Will there be a next chapter? I'm not sure. But if you want one just ask and I'll see what I can do. And if you have any suggestions on what should happen next or some criticisms on what has already happened, just let me know.
--Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.