*Yeah! I've updated again. This chapter would have been up sooner, but
school started this week, and so I haven't had as much time. The next
chapter might be a little slow getting up for the same reason, but I won't
leave you dangling for two months again. Thanks for all your reviews and I
hope you like this chapter.*
Disclaimer-No I do not own Dragonball Z, I just own some action figures with whom I like to put into weird poses.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 9
School Day Blues
"O.K., class, we have a new student to this school." Trunks stood in the front of the class with all eyes bearing down on him. He just stood there, silent, conscience about the muscles on his arms, easily bigger than most ten year olds, and the fading bruise still on his cheek. Vegeta and him had decided that it was best for him to go to a regular school, because Bulma had always home-schooled him before. And much to his chagrin, he was able to go to the same school as Goten, the only problem was he wouldn't be able to see him until lunch, because Trunks was one grade higher than Goten. So now he stood facing a classroom full of strangers. None of the realizing that he was the son of an alien prince, or that he helped save the world, or that his mother was a brilliant scientist, who he had just lost.
The teacher looked down at the new student. "Tell the class your name please."
"Um.Trunks Briefs."
"And how old are you?"
"Ten."
"Do you have any hobbies, Trunks?"
"Um.martial arts, I guess." He thought that sounded better than 'I like to fight.'
"That's good. Now, take your seat up here in the front, and we'll start class."
Trunks went to the desk and took out a pencil and some paper and put it on his desk like the other kids had done. The teacher started off explaining about fractions. Trunks already knew all about fractions from his mom, so he started to turn his attention to the posters that hung around the room. There was a poster on the food pyramid, another with the multiplication tables on it, and then one with the planets.
'This is really going to be a boring year' he thought to himself. 'Maybe this is why Goten is so dumb.'
The teacher started to pass out fraction worksheets, and a girl that set next to him turned to face him. She was blushing madly, and she said, "Hi, Trunks, I'm Sora, can you help me with my worksheet." She grinned at him and all the girls around her giggled and the boys snickered.
"Um.sure," he said blushing a little, too.
"You sure do say 'um' a lot," she giggled. All the other kids got into pairs and started doing the worksheet. She scooted her chair over towards him so that they were barely touching. "Now, what I don't get," she started to say looking at Trunks innocently, "is why one over two equals one half and not one seconds." Trunks sweatdropped, this was going to be a very long day.
Finally lunch came, and Trunks bounded off to the cafeteria, hoping to find his best friend there. Sure enough, when he entered the large room after getting his hot lunch, he felt Goten's ki and saw him sitting in the far corner at a table all by himself, waving at him madly. Trunks skipped over in excitement and sat down next to his best friend.
"Hey, Trunks, how do you like the school?" he asked grinning from ear to ear.
"It's okay," Trunks lied. He started shoveling his food in his mouth.
"Hey, what happened to your face," asked Goten, noticing the bruise on his cheek.
Trunks choked on a little of his food. "Oh that," he started slowly, "that's just from sparring."
"Oh, yeah," replied Goten, "you should see this one my brother gave me." He pulled up his sleeve to show Trunks a large purplish bruise on his forearm. Trunks sighed in relief, appreciating for once, his friend's gullibility.
Trunks finished his food and stood up. "I'll be right back, Goten, I just got to go get some seconds."
"But Trunks, you can't."
"Nani?"
"You can't get seconds, Trunks."
Trunks slammed his tray back on the table. "Do you mean that this is all I get?" Goten nodded solemnly. "I'm going to starve to death," Trunks whined and banging his head on the table.
"That's why I have my mom make me lunch." Goten took out a capsule and opened it to reveal just about enough food to feed a small demi-saiyan lunch. (In other words: a lot!)
"Can I have some, Goten?" Trunks asked his friend putting on a puppy dog face. "O negai shimasu."
"I don't know."
"Oh, come on Goten, remember all those times you would come over to my house and I would give you food."
Goten sighed in defeat. "Fine, you can have a little." The two continued stuffing their faces until.
"Hi Trunks."
For the second time Trunks choked on his food. "Oh.hi, Sora," he said rather unenthusiastically.
"So who's this?" Goten asked.
"Oh, Goten this is Sora, Sora, this is my friend Goten." Trunks introduced them.
Sora smiled at Goten. "I'm his girlfriend." Trunks choked on his food again.
"Wow, Trunks never told me he had a girlfriend," Goten responded to Sora. He then looked at his friend, who was bright red and shaking his head furiously. "Man, Trunks, I think that with you hanging around your dad so much, you forgot how to chew." He then encapsulated the empty dishes and got up from the table. "The fourth graders have to go back to class, now, but meet me at the front after school's out. And have fun with your girlfriend." He winked at Trunks and then ran out of the cafeteria with the other fourth graders.
Trunks turned his gaze from Goten to Sora and just glared at her. She just smiled back, but then went back to a table of girls when he didn't stop his glare. At that time, a group of boys from Trunks class came and sat down at the table with them. The leaned over towards him and looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. Trunks was curious about all the secrecy and gave them a questioning look.
"Hey," whispered one of the boys, "are you the kid that won the junior championship at the World Martial Arts Tournament a couple years back?"
Trunks nodded, "Yeah, so?"
Immediately all the boys eyes lit up and wide smiles crossed their faces. "And then you beat up Mr. Satan really easily," remarked one boy.
"And you were like flying through the air throughout your match," said another.
"And you made your hair turn gold, too!"
"You're one of the golden fighters aren't you?"
Trunks smirked and then nodded his head. The boys looked as if they had just won a million zenni.
"That is sooo cool," said one.
"Totally awesome," said another.
"Incredible."
Just then the bell for the fifth graders rang and they got up to leave. The group of boys walked out with Trunks to their classroom. "Hey, I bet your really good at sports, if I'm a captain in gym today, I'm going to pick you to be on my team. Have you ever played soccer?" asked one of the boys.
"Um, no," replied Trunks, blushing a little at the notion that he has never actually played sports besides fighting.
"That's okay, it's really easy to play, and lots of fun."
Gym was at the end of the day, and sure enough, the boy was picked to be captain and he had picked Trunks to be on his team. Trunks was just glad that he wasn't on the same team as Sora. They started playing and Trunks just tried to stay away from the ball because he didn't want to hit it too hard and draw too much attention to himself, but the game was drawing to a close and his team was losing and the boys weren't talking to him anymore because they knew he wasn't trying very hard.
Trunks was standing in the middle of the gym trying not to look at Sora who was the goalie for the other team and kept smiling and waving to him. The soccer ball then rolled right in front of Trunks feet. "Shoot, Trunks!" yelled the boys from behind him, he could here the other team running towards him to try and get the ball from him, but there was nobody in front of him. Deciding to try and help his team win, Trunks pulled back his right foot and kicked the ball towards the goal.
SMACK
The ball had hit Sora straight in the face and with a lot of force, slamming her into the hardwood floor, and breaking her nose. Trunks bit his lip and felt a wave of guilt flood over him as the teacher and the whole class ran over to Sora (who's face was now entirely covered in blood) to see if she was alright. They flashed him dirty looks as the ran past him, and the captain walked up to him, "Geez, Trunks, you didn't have to it THAT hard." He then turned his back on him and ran over with the rest. He heard some people mutter 'Freak' under their breath as they kept glaring at him. Trunks slumped his shoulders and hung his head in shame. There went any hope for him to make new friends.
Goten meet Trunks after their classes in the front of the school, just like they had said. "Hey, Trunks," called Goten happily, "Did you have a good day?"
"It sucked," he simply replied. Goten frowned at his friend's negative attitude. "Come on, let's go to my place. I just want to get away from here."
They made sure no one was watching and then they lifted into the air, and flew to Trunks' apartment. They landed on the balcony and went inside. "Otosan, I'm home," Trunks called. After a few seconds Vegeta came walking into the room. "Is it okay if Goten hangs out for awhile?" he asked. Vegeta nodded.
"How was your day at school?" Vegeta grunted, trying not to act too fatherly.
Trunks opened his mouth but Goten cut him off. "Trunks has a girlfriend," he said quickly.
"I do not!" Trunks objected. Vegeta raised his eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.
"Really? And how come I wasn't informed of this?" he asked smirking.
"She isn't my girlfriend! She just said she was. Besides, even if she was, she wouldn't want to be anymore," he cast his eyes down and stared at the floor.
"Why not," asked Goten, "did she find another boy?"
"No." responded Trunks hesitantly, "it's just that I kinda brokernose."
"What did you say?" asked Goten.
"I said, I broke her nose!"
"NANI?" yelled Vegeta running over to his son. "You hit a girl?"
"I didn't hit her!" he retaliated. "We were just playing soccer, and she was the goalie, and I went to make a goal and I kinda kicked the ball into her face," he looked down at his shoes in shame, and then hesitantly looked back up at his father who had surprisingly not said anything yet. His face was open and he was staring back at his son in awe. Usually Trunks was careful about his strength, nothing like this had ever happened before, he wasn't sure what to do. Bulma would have called up her parents and apologized, but come on, this was the Prince of all Saiyans, he wasn't about to go apologize to some humans because their daughter was weak.
Goten was a taken a back by Vegeta's reaction as well (who was still standing there with his mouth open and a lost look on his face). "Did you hit her hard?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" asked Trunks. "Of course I hit her hard or else I wouldn't have broken her nose. There was blood everywhere, too. And the teachers told me I wasn't allowed to go to gym class for the rest of the week."
"Well then it seems like that's settled," Vegeta finally said, then he walked off towards a kitchen and started digging through the fridge.
Trunks and Goten stayed standing there in silence for awhile, until Trunks decided to leave the day's issues behind. "So you want to see my little sister?" he asked.
"Sure!" responded Goten. They ran over into Bra's room where the found her in her crib awake. Her big blue eyes were open and she giggled when she saw her older brother and his friend leaning over her. "Wow, she's gotten bigger," remarked Goten as Trunks carefully picked her up and then carried her back out into the living room with Goten trailing behind. They sat on the couch together as Trunks laid Bra down in his lap, and Goten started to tickle her.
"Did you and papa have fun without me, today?" Trunks jokingly asked his baby sister.
"Oh loads," came the gruff voice from behind them. "She ate lots and then decided to spit up all over her papa, and then she spit up all over her papa again, and then after I changed shirts she spit up all over her papa again."
"Imagine that," said Trunks turning to face his father. "The prince of all Saiyans covered in baby spit."
"Sounds like fun," injected Goten. "I love babies, I can't wait til Gohan and Videl have one after they get married." He paused and then added, "You guys are coming to Gohan's wedding next week, right?"
"It's next week already?" asked Trunks.
"Uh huh, next Saturday, are you coming?"
Trunks turned his head to his father who was digging through the fridge in the kitchen. "Hey, Otosan, are we going to Gohan's wedding?"
Vegeta stood up and furrowed his brow. "That is coming up, isn't it. Well, I don't know."
"Please, Otosan," begged Trunks giving his father a puppy dog face.
"Come on, Uncle Vegeta, you have to come. Gohan would be so disappointed if you didn't. Isn't it the duty of a prince to go to his loyal subjects weddings. And, of course, there is going to be lots of good food." Every reason was making Vegeta consider the matter more and more, but the last one made it final. He hadn't had hoards of good food in a while, and a demi-saiyan's wedding would be just the place to find that, especially with Kakarot's harpy mate (who he hated to admit, could cook wonderfully).
Vegeta smirked. "Why not," he said. "You tell your brother that we'll be there, and we'll be hungry."
"Woo hoo!" shouted Trunks throwing his arms in the air. "I haven't had fun in a long time."
*Wow, that's a pretty long chapter for just one day in the life. Hope you enjoyed it, please review, and I'll try to update as soon as I can with school and stuff. Next chapter-Gohan's wedding (should be fun)*
Disclaimer-No I do not own Dragonball Z, I just own some action figures with whom I like to put into weird poses.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 9
School Day Blues
"O.K., class, we have a new student to this school." Trunks stood in the front of the class with all eyes bearing down on him. He just stood there, silent, conscience about the muscles on his arms, easily bigger than most ten year olds, and the fading bruise still on his cheek. Vegeta and him had decided that it was best for him to go to a regular school, because Bulma had always home-schooled him before. And much to his chagrin, he was able to go to the same school as Goten, the only problem was he wouldn't be able to see him until lunch, because Trunks was one grade higher than Goten. So now he stood facing a classroom full of strangers. None of the realizing that he was the son of an alien prince, or that he helped save the world, or that his mother was a brilliant scientist, who he had just lost.
The teacher looked down at the new student. "Tell the class your name please."
"Um.Trunks Briefs."
"And how old are you?"
"Ten."
"Do you have any hobbies, Trunks?"
"Um.martial arts, I guess." He thought that sounded better than 'I like to fight.'
"That's good. Now, take your seat up here in the front, and we'll start class."
Trunks went to the desk and took out a pencil and some paper and put it on his desk like the other kids had done. The teacher started off explaining about fractions. Trunks already knew all about fractions from his mom, so he started to turn his attention to the posters that hung around the room. There was a poster on the food pyramid, another with the multiplication tables on it, and then one with the planets.
'This is really going to be a boring year' he thought to himself. 'Maybe this is why Goten is so dumb.'
The teacher started to pass out fraction worksheets, and a girl that set next to him turned to face him. She was blushing madly, and she said, "Hi, Trunks, I'm Sora, can you help me with my worksheet." She grinned at him and all the girls around her giggled and the boys snickered.
"Um.sure," he said blushing a little, too.
"You sure do say 'um' a lot," she giggled. All the other kids got into pairs and started doing the worksheet. She scooted her chair over towards him so that they were barely touching. "Now, what I don't get," she started to say looking at Trunks innocently, "is why one over two equals one half and not one seconds." Trunks sweatdropped, this was going to be a very long day.
Finally lunch came, and Trunks bounded off to the cafeteria, hoping to find his best friend there. Sure enough, when he entered the large room after getting his hot lunch, he felt Goten's ki and saw him sitting in the far corner at a table all by himself, waving at him madly. Trunks skipped over in excitement and sat down next to his best friend.
"Hey, Trunks, how do you like the school?" he asked grinning from ear to ear.
"It's okay," Trunks lied. He started shoveling his food in his mouth.
"Hey, what happened to your face," asked Goten, noticing the bruise on his cheek.
Trunks choked on a little of his food. "Oh that," he started slowly, "that's just from sparring."
"Oh, yeah," replied Goten, "you should see this one my brother gave me." He pulled up his sleeve to show Trunks a large purplish bruise on his forearm. Trunks sighed in relief, appreciating for once, his friend's gullibility.
Trunks finished his food and stood up. "I'll be right back, Goten, I just got to go get some seconds."
"But Trunks, you can't."
"Nani?"
"You can't get seconds, Trunks."
Trunks slammed his tray back on the table. "Do you mean that this is all I get?" Goten nodded solemnly. "I'm going to starve to death," Trunks whined and banging his head on the table.
"That's why I have my mom make me lunch." Goten took out a capsule and opened it to reveal just about enough food to feed a small demi-saiyan lunch. (In other words: a lot!)
"Can I have some, Goten?" Trunks asked his friend putting on a puppy dog face. "O negai shimasu."
"I don't know."
"Oh, come on Goten, remember all those times you would come over to my house and I would give you food."
Goten sighed in defeat. "Fine, you can have a little." The two continued stuffing their faces until.
"Hi Trunks."
For the second time Trunks choked on his food. "Oh.hi, Sora," he said rather unenthusiastically.
"So who's this?" Goten asked.
"Oh, Goten this is Sora, Sora, this is my friend Goten." Trunks introduced them.
Sora smiled at Goten. "I'm his girlfriend." Trunks choked on his food again.
"Wow, Trunks never told me he had a girlfriend," Goten responded to Sora. He then looked at his friend, who was bright red and shaking his head furiously. "Man, Trunks, I think that with you hanging around your dad so much, you forgot how to chew." He then encapsulated the empty dishes and got up from the table. "The fourth graders have to go back to class, now, but meet me at the front after school's out. And have fun with your girlfriend." He winked at Trunks and then ran out of the cafeteria with the other fourth graders.
Trunks turned his gaze from Goten to Sora and just glared at her. She just smiled back, but then went back to a table of girls when he didn't stop his glare. At that time, a group of boys from Trunks class came and sat down at the table with them. The leaned over towards him and looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. Trunks was curious about all the secrecy and gave them a questioning look.
"Hey," whispered one of the boys, "are you the kid that won the junior championship at the World Martial Arts Tournament a couple years back?"
Trunks nodded, "Yeah, so?"
Immediately all the boys eyes lit up and wide smiles crossed their faces. "And then you beat up Mr. Satan really easily," remarked one boy.
"And you were like flying through the air throughout your match," said another.
"And you made your hair turn gold, too!"
"You're one of the golden fighters aren't you?"
Trunks smirked and then nodded his head. The boys looked as if they had just won a million zenni.
"That is sooo cool," said one.
"Totally awesome," said another.
"Incredible."
Just then the bell for the fifth graders rang and they got up to leave. The group of boys walked out with Trunks to their classroom. "Hey, I bet your really good at sports, if I'm a captain in gym today, I'm going to pick you to be on my team. Have you ever played soccer?" asked one of the boys.
"Um, no," replied Trunks, blushing a little at the notion that he has never actually played sports besides fighting.
"That's okay, it's really easy to play, and lots of fun."
Gym was at the end of the day, and sure enough, the boy was picked to be captain and he had picked Trunks to be on his team. Trunks was just glad that he wasn't on the same team as Sora. They started playing and Trunks just tried to stay away from the ball because he didn't want to hit it too hard and draw too much attention to himself, but the game was drawing to a close and his team was losing and the boys weren't talking to him anymore because they knew he wasn't trying very hard.
Trunks was standing in the middle of the gym trying not to look at Sora who was the goalie for the other team and kept smiling and waving to him. The soccer ball then rolled right in front of Trunks feet. "Shoot, Trunks!" yelled the boys from behind him, he could here the other team running towards him to try and get the ball from him, but there was nobody in front of him. Deciding to try and help his team win, Trunks pulled back his right foot and kicked the ball towards the goal.
SMACK
The ball had hit Sora straight in the face and with a lot of force, slamming her into the hardwood floor, and breaking her nose. Trunks bit his lip and felt a wave of guilt flood over him as the teacher and the whole class ran over to Sora (who's face was now entirely covered in blood) to see if she was alright. They flashed him dirty looks as the ran past him, and the captain walked up to him, "Geez, Trunks, you didn't have to it THAT hard." He then turned his back on him and ran over with the rest. He heard some people mutter 'Freak' under their breath as they kept glaring at him. Trunks slumped his shoulders and hung his head in shame. There went any hope for him to make new friends.
Goten meet Trunks after their classes in the front of the school, just like they had said. "Hey, Trunks," called Goten happily, "Did you have a good day?"
"It sucked," he simply replied. Goten frowned at his friend's negative attitude. "Come on, let's go to my place. I just want to get away from here."
They made sure no one was watching and then they lifted into the air, and flew to Trunks' apartment. They landed on the balcony and went inside. "Otosan, I'm home," Trunks called. After a few seconds Vegeta came walking into the room. "Is it okay if Goten hangs out for awhile?" he asked. Vegeta nodded.
"How was your day at school?" Vegeta grunted, trying not to act too fatherly.
Trunks opened his mouth but Goten cut him off. "Trunks has a girlfriend," he said quickly.
"I do not!" Trunks objected. Vegeta raised his eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.
"Really? And how come I wasn't informed of this?" he asked smirking.
"She isn't my girlfriend! She just said she was. Besides, even if she was, she wouldn't want to be anymore," he cast his eyes down and stared at the floor.
"Why not," asked Goten, "did she find another boy?"
"No." responded Trunks hesitantly, "it's just that I kinda brokernose."
"What did you say?" asked Goten.
"I said, I broke her nose!"
"NANI?" yelled Vegeta running over to his son. "You hit a girl?"
"I didn't hit her!" he retaliated. "We were just playing soccer, and she was the goalie, and I went to make a goal and I kinda kicked the ball into her face," he looked down at his shoes in shame, and then hesitantly looked back up at his father who had surprisingly not said anything yet. His face was open and he was staring back at his son in awe. Usually Trunks was careful about his strength, nothing like this had ever happened before, he wasn't sure what to do. Bulma would have called up her parents and apologized, but come on, this was the Prince of all Saiyans, he wasn't about to go apologize to some humans because their daughter was weak.
Goten was a taken a back by Vegeta's reaction as well (who was still standing there with his mouth open and a lost look on his face). "Did you hit her hard?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" asked Trunks. "Of course I hit her hard or else I wouldn't have broken her nose. There was blood everywhere, too. And the teachers told me I wasn't allowed to go to gym class for the rest of the week."
"Well then it seems like that's settled," Vegeta finally said, then he walked off towards a kitchen and started digging through the fridge.
Trunks and Goten stayed standing there in silence for awhile, until Trunks decided to leave the day's issues behind. "So you want to see my little sister?" he asked.
"Sure!" responded Goten. They ran over into Bra's room where the found her in her crib awake. Her big blue eyes were open and she giggled when she saw her older brother and his friend leaning over her. "Wow, she's gotten bigger," remarked Goten as Trunks carefully picked her up and then carried her back out into the living room with Goten trailing behind. They sat on the couch together as Trunks laid Bra down in his lap, and Goten started to tickle her.
"Did you and papa have fun without me, today?" Trunks jokingly asked his baby sister.
"Oh loads," came the gruff voice from behind them. "She ate lots and then decided to spit up all over her papa, and then she spit up all over her papa again, and then after I changed shirts she spit up all over her papa again."
"Imagine that," said Trunks turning to face his father. "The prince of all Saiyans covered in baby spit."
"Sounds like fun," injected Goten. "I love babies, I can't wait til Gohan and Videl have one after they get married." He paused and then added, "You guys are coming to Gohan's wedding next week, right?"
"It's next week already?" asked Trunks.
"Uh huh, next Saturday, are you coming?"
Trunks turned his head to his father who was digging through the fridge in the kitchen. "Hey, Otosan, are we going to Gohan's wedding?"
Vegeta stood up and furrowed his brow. "That is coming up, isn't it. Well, I don't know."
"Please, Otosan," begged Trunks giving his father a puppy dog face.
"Come on, Uncle Vegeta, you have to come. Gohan would be so disappointed if you didn't. Isn't it the duty of a prince to go to his loyal subjects weddings. And, of course, there is going to be lots of good food." Every reason was making Vegeta consider the matter more and more, but the last one made it final. He hadn't had hoards of good food in a while, and a demi-saiyan's wedding would be just the place to find that, especially with Kakarot's harpy mate (who he hated to admit, could cook wonderfully).
Vegeta smirked. "Why not," he said. "You tell your brother that we'll be there, and we'll be hungry."
"Woo hoo!" shouted Trunks throwing his arms in the air. "I haven't had fun in a long time."
*Wow, that's a pretty long chapter for just one day in the life. Hope you enjoyed it, please review, and I'll try to update as soon as I can with school and stuff. Next chapter-Gohan's wedding (should be fun)*