Trunks flew to the Orange Star high main grounds then glanced after landing at all the new students preparing for a new school year.
Personally he didn't want to see Goten or Marron in order to avoid them he simply went past them.
With in moments the lavender haired boy found himself in the main office looking at a new year's class schedule.
"Those jerks!" He snarled "They didn't even notice me. Well, I didn't' want to speak or talk to them anyway... Kami just like fucking Damien."
Trunks threw his new given textbooks into his bag then stalked off to a classroom.
Once Trunks reached the classroom it had an odd smell about it.
'Damien!' Trunks' body grew alarmingly tense as the sayain glance around a room full of senior boys who were either eighteen or older. A tall boy around Damien's height came stalking over to the pink wearing boy.
"So." The teen purred to Trunks "We've heard something queer…" the boys tone was now cold. " You had a good time but your other little gay friend got to rough on you so you left like a coward."
'NO!' Trunks thought as now more flashes of the nights events came blazing into his mind like a movie projector.
'Trunks finally broke free of Damien's capture after what seemed to be the endless endurance of Trunks' sanity and will not to break during his first relationship.
He pulled the ropes to the point they finally snapped cutting into his soft gentle wrists Damien roared at the sayain's small victory then pushed Trunks down onto the cold wooden floor.
Trunks managed to kick Damien off him giving the opportunity to get his clothing up, though not long enough to get to the door before a knife was used to slash at his tender flesh.
More loud crashes were heard. Trunks found him self running through the halls of the collage dorm and taking to the air as so as he got outside once in the air he felt himself falling then it all went black.'
A sharp collision with a corner of a table brought Trunks back to reality again. "Kami, what the hell!" He stood up and glared at the upperclassmen.
"What was the point of that?" He snarled darkly the sayain was unhurt though that table edge did sting.
Trunks rubbed his shoulder lightly he didn't want to actually fight these boys that was the last thing he wanted.
Let alone he gave his mother his word that he wouldn't use and sayain abilities on the school grounds at all times not matter what the situation.
"Gay kid, we don't like your pretty boy little kind. Why are YOU of all people in our classroom!" The boys now all stood around Trunks like a pact of wolves demanding an answer.
"I-I" Trunks now stammered having Damien's scent on one of the other boys but who was it! It was now making the demi- sayain loss it.
Trunks was tossed over the table sending him onto the dense icy floor. A tug on his tan bag brought him to his feet.
The bag was now ripped of his shoulders as the some of the group looked through his bag and others were beating him more.
Trunks now managed to block as many blows as he could "Hold on! H-how do you k-know D-Damien!" Trunks choked as the urge to pummel the boys senseless left him.
The blows had stopped coming. Trunks looked up though with in a second he had his back into a fish tank with the edges piercing his back. "Well" The alpha hissed.
"He cheated on me once."
"Then why do you hate my kind if you're g-"
Trunks had a sharp blow come to his head by a chair. Warm liquid fell down the side of his face as more blows came to his fragile body.
"Y-you didn't answer my question" Trunks spoke spitting out blood.
"You! He cheated on me with you! I hate your kind queer boy! Coming to a new school and taking something that isn't yours!"
He was right Trunks had transferred to the school at the end of the school year last fall. Bulma tired of Trunks being around the house while she was there.
After his eight years of home schooling she sent him off to Orange Star high school, to bad he never made any friends.
Trunks had given up to the will fight back that would have made matters worse. Though he pleaded for the boys to end it. 'Now I really would like to go home now' he thought.
The bruised and bleeding demi- sayain stood and ran for the door, He sensed Goten's Ki somewhere down the hall of this room.
"GOTEN!" he yelled loudly as he could before being pulled back once more by his hood onto the floor.
A small cool shining blade was held up against Trunks' neck as the alpha spoke once more "If you ever set foot into this class room, I will be sure you never breathe again."
Moments later a fifteen year old teen with a baggy white shirt burst into the door way consisting of a teacher and a Marron beside him.
"What is the meaning of this!" The teacher roared causing upperclassmen to drop the knife in shock. Trunks franticly scrambled up to his feet and threw himself onto Goten to the point of sobbing.
"W-whoa! Trunks, shh it's alright. Okay?" Goten cooed his older friend though at the moment he was acting younger. Goten looked towards the other boys glaring.
Trunks nodded into Goten's chest as he clamed himself down "I'm sorry, s-so much has h-happened-d!"
Damien, his scent still lingered in the room from the other boy Trunks couldn't stand to be near it anymore.
The principle placed a hand genteelly on Trunks' shoulder then glanced at the upperclassman that held the knife "YOU."
He spoke Mr. Raddicth spoke through his teeth "You, Come to my office Right this minute! I'll be calling both your parents!"
Trunks was now waiting inside the principle's office all before this seemed to be a blur. Then Mr. Raddicth spoke softly "I called your parents and they're on their way. If you want to Trunks you may go to the guidance office and rest there for a while."
Vegeta and Goku now found them selves inside the Capsule Corporation house taking a long need rest after sparing. Sweat was dripping from both the sayain's firm bodies as they dabbed their faces with towels the soft needed silence was broken.
"Vegeta. You haven't insulted me once today I'm a little conserved."
"Kakorot weather or not I insult you doesn't show my health state."
"No, I can't tell something really is eating at you. Is it because Trunks is you -know -what?"
Vegeta stared how did Kakorot know this before he ever would! Trunks isn't the type of boy to go and tell things to other parents like that so that was automatically ruled out.
The prince smirked then sighed "Goten told you right?"
"Yep, he sure did; Vegeta this isn't something to be ashamed about in the least I'm quite happy for him!"
"And I am to Kakorot I'm thrilled!" Vegeta allowed a sarcastic tone slip into that comment trying not to trail onto the Daimen topic.
Goku grinned sheepishly then rested his arms behind his head "Yeah I was quite please when Goten set him up with some one. It must be hard to find some one of your own gender to fall in love with."
Vegeta's expression fell to utter shock as his anger appeared instantly. "I-It was your brat! IT WAS HIM WHO SET MY SON UP WITH A RAPIST!"
Goku stopped "Wait, what rapist!" His eyes softened "When did this happen? Vegeta I'm so sorry. You of all people know how that feels."
"And I don't need you playing the pity card Kakorot. Also it happened about last night. He's at school now; I really don't want him to go."
"Hey, Goten is there." Goku grinned towards his dearest friend. "It'll be alright and Trunks will bounce back just like you did."
"No, he won't." Vegeta's anger had left him easier as it had came as his tone softened as well as his eyes. He looked towards his long time rival and companion as he spoke.
"Not that easily, I was tortured and beaten, being raped was a daily thing I grew used to it. Trunks, he is softer than I would like him to be but I still care for him. I care for him more than his mother ever would."
Goku laughed and patted his friend roughly on the shoulder. "Aw! See Vegeta and you make yourself out to be a real hard headed person! You really do care and can show your feelings it'll work out!"
Vegeta sighed "I really honestly don't know Kakorot." He placed on a small glare "If you speak word of my so called compassion it will be the last words you speak."
Goku chuckled at that comment "well I would like to live and eat dinner, my lips are sealed."
The two saiyains rested themselves against the glass table with sodas then calmly talked about any other topic than home lives they could.
The uneasy conversation was abruptly stopped by the phone ringing; Vegeta pounced towards it then picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Brief?"
"Yes, this is he. Who is this?"
"I'm Principle Raddicth from Orange star high school. I'm calling on behalf of your son."
Goku now saw Vegeta's expression stiffen as he watched in silence wishing he could hear the conversation.
"W-what seems to be the problem? Is he alright?"
"Well for the most part we assume so, it seems, and I'm sorry to be the one to say this. He was ganged up on by a rather large group of upperclassmen and well-"
"He was attacked in other words. Am I correct?"
"We don't like attacked, rather beaten up. Either way the boy is suspended for quite some time an-"
"Where were you when this happened! Was any one there?" Vegeta growled through the phone.
Trunks was told countless of times that he should never fight back sayain or not. Suposeivly to Bulma showing his abnormalities would make them fight him more.
"We'll need you to come up to the school."
"No of coarse I'll be there in a moment."
Vegeta nearly threw the phone on the receiver as he turned and to Goku and spoke in one breath "Trunks was beaten up by little punks I'm called up to the school."
Goku stood then started in urgencies to the prince who was now currently throwing on a leather vest and gloves "Are you sure I shouldn't come too?"
"YES, I AM now please stay here." With in that moment Vegeta flew towards the school his tail wrapped around his waist and landed five minutes later.
He burst open the school doors then stalked darkly towards the main office; Vegeta had been there with Bulma countless times before he knew it like the back of his hand.
He paused as he saw his son through a glass window in the guidance office; he appeared to be talking with someone.
Ignoring the urge to go he continued to the principle's office then burst open the door.
Vegeta stared at a slender blue haired woman in an orange business suit who was now shooting daggers towards Vegeta as she spoke darkly.
"It appears we have A LOT to talk about Vegeta." Bulma spoke "And It's not about us this time…."
Vegeta's gut plummeted as he knew how disgusted Bulma found homosexuality to be him only prayed that wasn't the topic. But how long were they alone for? Did the principle know about his son?
Vegeta closed the door and sat across from his wife arms folded in there normally superior fashion. "Alright, Bulma you may speak."
The principle walked towards the door and opened "I'll let you two be alone now."
Once the door closed Bulma's expression became enraged as she looked towards her husband.