Disclaimer: I do not own nor have I ever owned Dragonball/Z/GT or any of its characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama. I am making no money from writing this.

Author's Notes: Yeah, I know I should be working on Tomorrow Never Knows but I hadn't written humor in a while and I needed some type of release so I could relax. Since I still had a few ideas for the fic I thought I would add another chapter. This was fun to write. I'm so mean to these guys.

Remember to review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is accepted and flames will amuse me.

Warnings: Mature humor, Immature humor, Language, and Anime type violence.

Lessons for the Yaoi/Shounen-ai Writer

Raidne the Silent Siren

Lesson: 2

Mirai Trunks paces back in forth in front of the classroom. He's wearing his usual black, loose pants and shirt. His jacket is gone much to the gratitude of the students that were currently drooling into their socks. (The jacket had been cool but now they had an uninhibited view of his arms.) The chalkboard behind him has been wiped clean except for the words: Lessons for the Yaoi/Shounen-ai Writer. Mirai wears an agitated expression as he checks the clock for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes.

One of the students raises her hand timidly. Mirai makes a tired noise in his throat and nods his head to her to speak. "Mr. Mirai Trunks sir, when will class be starting? It's already passed 5:00." The girl who asked the question does her best to ignore the vicious glares being directed at her. They had been enjoying watching the walking piece of eye candy and would rather keep doing so.

"I guess we'll have to start without him," Mirai mutters to himself as he turns back to the class. "Welcome to Lessons for the Yaoi and/or Shounen-ai Writer. I'm Mirai Trunks and I'm going to be your teacher today. You can call me Mirai for short."

A loud sigh is shared by most of the female students. At this time I would like to point out that the entire class, minus the teacher, was made up of females.

Mirai blushes slightly at the sudden attention he finds himself receiving. He moves his head slightly to cause the lavender tresses that escaped his ponytail to fall over his face. It was probably meant to hide the blush but all it did was make things worse as cries of 'Kawaii' and 'Sexy' could be heard. His blush quickly deepens.

He opens his mouth to say something when the door to the classroom flies open and bangs against the wall loudly as it does so. In walks a young man that looks like, but totally different from the other young man already in front of the class. His hair was shorter, his skin paler, and his muscles smaller. This is the present Trunks. Sighs are heard throughout the room. Some grumble of how he is nothing compared the futuristic incarnation. Some just remain silent so the don't get jumped by rapid Trunks fan girls. Each of these girls has their attack stories and scars to share and would rather avoid repeats. A small knot of loyal Juunana fan girls have united in a back corner and are burying their misery that the bandannaed one isn't present.

"You're late," Mirai says simply. His arms are crossed across his chest and he's glaring at his tardy co-teacher.

Trunks hoists a briefcase onto the desk at the front of the room and sighs in exhaustion as he drops into the swivel chair behind it. "I've just come from two share holders' meetings and had to switch cars five times to avoid reporters. It was unavoidable."

"Reporters?" Mirai asks in surprise.

"Yeah, there was no way in hell I'm letting it get out that I've been roped into teaching a class like this," Trunks says with an air of finality. He props his head up with one hand and begins to glance around the classroom in a bored fashion.

Mirai narrows his eyes and says sarcastically, "Yes, and this is exactly how I wanted to spend my day."

Trunks doesn't acknowledge the sarcasm. He just sits at the desk and stares at the students suspiciously for a few moments. For some reason he even shoots a worried look at the air vent in the ceiling. "What lesson are we supposed to be teaching today anyway?"

"That shounen-ai and yaoi mean that both people are male," Mirai sounds like he is quoting from some sort of handbook. He also looks miserable. He obviously doesn't want to be here.

Trunks looks perplexed, "Wouldn't the author already know that?"

"I think we're supposed to bring light to how some authors tend to write yaoi or the like and then will have one of the main male characters break out into tears for no apparent or explainable reason when they would never do such a thing in real life," he says. He doesn't sound like a handbook now and Trunks looks at him suspiciously.

"You sound like you know what you're talking about," Trunks says slowly. He keeps his eyes on Mirai.

Mirai looks like he's going to be sick. "I was faxed."

"Faxed what?"

"Fics about Dad," Mirai hesitates, "and Gokou." He stares at the floor. He continues to look miserable.

Trunks just stares at him. His mouth was open from a few failed attempts at speech and he hasn't closed it yet. "Who would…How…Why…?" Turning his attention to his briefcase he rallies his thoughts. Then he asks the all-important question. "Does Dad know?"

"Have you felt any massive shockwaves or heard of unexplained disasters lately?" Mirai asks mildly.

"No."

"Then Dad doesn't know." Mirai released a sigh and raises his head to peer at the class. He had almost forgotten that he had something he had to do. "Ok. If you have two guys who are dating each other in your fic and neither show many emotions around people on normal occasions it is best to keep them in character and not have one of them suddenly begin weeping over things that would normally have set them off on a murderous rampage."

"Excuse me but shouldn't I be the one who teaches this subject?" Trunks speaks up. He has apparently gotten over the trauma he took a few moments earlier.

"Why?" Mirai asks, confused. A few more sighs are heard along with the exclamation that he reminds someone of a confused puppy. No one asked.

"You're not exactly someone who should be teaching this particular subject," Trunks said spreading his hands out in front of him.

"What gives you that idea?" Mirai says heatedly. He obviously doesn't like where this is going. Some of the students don't appear to like it either because a few begin to edge towards the door. A few of the students have decided to risk it. After all, how often to you get a chance to be in a room with both of these guys.

"Well, from what I heard, Juunana had you bent over a desk-"

"Burning Attack!"

**********

Meanwhile, in another part of the building…

"I have a twenty riding on Mirai Trunks."

"Pass the popcorn."

"Shouldn't you be rescuing your boyfriend?"

"No. I'm still mad at him for listening to you."

"Yeah. He should have known better."

Goten and Juunana sat in a room full of monitors and computers. Both are watching one monitor in particular as a bright light slowly fades a way and the picture returns. Security cameras weren't meant to pick up high-powered ki attacks or super saiyan power-ups clearly.

"It's funny. I never thought Mirai would be that quick to violence," Goten says as he reaches for a handful of popcorn from the bucket that Juunana is holding.

"Perhaps my presence has been a bad influence on him." Juunana sits in one of the chairs with his feet resting on the desk in front of him. He pays no attention to the fact that his feet are actually resting on the keyboard and are repeatedly typing the same letters over and over again.

"Mirai seemed upset by the fics," Goten observes as he turns from watching the monitor. The sound has now been turned off. On screen, present day Trunks flies/is thrown through a wall.

"Yeah. I got rid of them." He smirks oddly and Goten decides against asking what Juunana did with them.

A muffled thud can be heard behind them. Neither budges. "What did you do with the security guards?"

"Tossed them in a closet. Sounds like their almost conscious again."

Goten raises an eyebrow, "So you didn't just kill them?"

"You sound disappointed. I thought causing needless harm went against the Son genetic makeup."

Goten shakes his head. "That's not what I meant." He stops shaking his head and looks a little amused. "Mirai Trunks must be rubbing off on you."

"Take that back," Juunana says. He decides to save the dirty joke that came to mind for later.

Goten turns back to look at the monitor. Seeing that the classroom is now completely empty except a few scorch marks along the walls and floor and the fact one wall was completely gone, he decided it was time to find and patch up whatever was left of his boyfriend.

Before he leaves though he gave voice to an observation he had made. "Personally I thought you would have made a better girl than Trunks." This was perhaps the stupidest thing he had ever said or done or would ever do.

Juunana went very still and slowly, very slowly turned his head to regard him. His eyes had gone very cold. In that brief moment of eye contact Goten tossed any preconceived notions of Mirai Trunks being a good influence on the android out of his head. Then Juunana began to speak, very slowly and quietly. It was only one word but it was the one action that Goten so wanted to do. "Run."

**********

The Next Day at Capsule Corp…

"Vegeta! You have mail!"

"Who the hell would send me anything?"

"Open it up and see."

"Fine." Pause. "It has something to do with Kakka..rot…to…WHAT IN THE HELL!"

The End

A/N: I meant no offence to any writers of Vegeta x Gokou or Gokou x Vegeta fics. (Just thought I would stem off any attacks.)