Chapter 11

And School Begins

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Trunks wiped his face clean of blood that fell from newly fresh cuts. He winced when a cloth barely scratched over the surface; he really didn't want to go back to school with scars from training with his father. But of course, his father felt that his training was to be increased by playing a small prank on him during the break. Trunks sighed, 'Okay, maybe blue highlights in dad's hair wasn't the smartest thing to do to him when he's sleeping, but it sure was funny when he woke up.' Trunks slightly chuckled. He looked in a cabinet for some bandages; instead he found gauze. "Great..." he mumbled putting it back. 'I don't want to look like a mummy and get attention... Guess I have to go to school with the cuts.' He placed the washcloth down and started to prepare for school.

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Bulma was now at home, she was able to leave the next day since every thing seemed to go well and her daughter was able to celebrate Christmas with the family. She smiled as she walked to her daughter who lay in a crib in the next room. The little girl looked like her mother, the blue locks and big blue eyes. But unlike Trunks, she kept her tail. She would have to be careful with this little one. Her daughter began to fuss; Bulma picked her up and carried her down the hall heading for the kitchen. She stopped in front of Trunks' door and knocked. "Trunks, you need to leave for school in a few minutes." She heard some movement in the room as she started to head back down to the kitchen.

As she made it to the last step she noticed Vegeta coming back in with a towel slung around his neck; he smirked when he saw his wife. She smiled, "How was training?" she asked starting for the kitchen.

"Kicked Trunks' ass as usual," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Bulma rolled her eyes, "You know you should be a bit easy on him; if you continue this up then you will for sure regret it." She handed Bra to her husband before she headed to the pantry to cook something. Vegeta held his daughter and let her face him. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes; she smiled clapping her hands. Vegeta snorted as he continued to look down at her. He placed a finger in her small hand and she grabbed it swinging the fist in the air. Vegeta smirked; she sure was strong for a baby. He heard some footsteps noticing his father walk in the room; he looked as if he had just woken up. "Good morning shuuto," (AN: Shuuto means father-in-law in Japanese... well... that's what my dictionary says... oO') said Bulma in a cheerful voice as she continued to cook. He grunted as he went to a seat and looked to his grand daughter. He smirked, "Watch it Vegeta," he started in his native saiyan tongue, "She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger." Vegeta snorted, "Sure she would," he replied sarcastically.

They noticed Trunks run in the room with his school uniform on and backpack on his shoulder. He ran to the fridge to grab a few pieces of fruit. "Later mom! Bye dad, Bye grandpa!" he ran out of the room at lightning speed.

"I hope he makes it in time..." muttered Bulma as she pulled out a bottle for her daughter. She handed to Vegeta and continued to make breakfast for both men.

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Trunks zoomed into the school to get his new schedule. He looked on the paper. 'Okay... Let's see... First drama... Science... Math... wait a second...' He looked on his paper and looked over the first thing on his paper finding something he didn't sign up for, drama. He blinked, "This can't be right... I thought I still was in Home Economics..."

"Trunks!" exclaimed a voice behind him. He turned to find Goten run up to him, "Did you get drama too?" he asked looking to his schedule. Trunks nodded, "It can't be right... I didn't even sign up for it!" "I know same here... but I think they wanted me in the class because of that play they might be putting up..." Trunks nodded, "Maybe... Let's go to the class first and see what may have been the issue here..." "'Kay."

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"So you mean to say that you purposely put me in this class because I was one of the writers of this story?"

"Yes of course Sakura! You wrote it, and the only way for it to come in affect is if you are in this class," stated the drama teacher as she held up a script. Sakura took it and started to read some things from the first scene. She raised an eyebrow.

"Ma'am... I am aware that you are a wonderful writer for making it into a play... but this isn't how the paper was written... There's much more bloodshed... and well... no romance. I don't think the saiyans would be that appreciative about this becoming a 'love' story..." stated Sakura as she handed the script back.

"What do you mean they won't like it? This is a wonderfully put together fiction story! They can't possibly exist!" she exclaimed.

Sakura gave a weak smile, "That's where you're wrong..." Sakura was tapped on the shoulder; she turned around to find Trunks and Goten waiting behind her. "Hey! So your in the class too?" she asked them. "Yep..." they replied in unison. She placed a finger up asking for one minute before turning back to the teacher.

"If it would be alright with you... could I have the script changed?" she asked in her sweetest voice. The teacher shook her head, "This script is perfectly fine! I think so myself, so do other teachers!" she exclaimed. "The only way how it'll all be changed is if I have proof that someone from this story exists!" Sakura paused... She turned to Trunks and Goten, "You didn't happen to bring your grandfathers to school..." they both shook their heads. "No, But I think I know someone who is at this school who could back the paper up..." explained Trunks giving a Vegeta like smirk. "I'll be back," he stated as he ran off thru the halls.

(Revise)

Both teens left had a sweat drop fall from the back of their heads. Goten turned back to the teacher as she too watched Trunks run out.

"Ma'am... why has my schedule been changed to Drama instead of Gym?" The teacher gave a small laugh. "You will continue with gym! But you will only be going twice a week instead of the whole week."

"But why am I in drama?" he asked again. "I needed to find the strongest students in the school to be in this play! Tekego should be coming soon too; I had been informed about the competition your relative had with Tekego... and the weights you were able to carry for the men! You must have had equal strength as the two did!"

Goten smiled nervously. "So... I'm in this because you consider me strong?" asked Goten. The teacher nodded, "I need to find all of the strongest students to be in his play, or it may not be like the original paper-"

"Back!" exclaimed Trunks as he dragged the Home Economics teacher in the room. The drama teacher blinked, "Why did you bring Mr. Ice into the class?" (Tacky last name, right? oO') Frieza glared at the young saiyan prince, "I would say so myself!" he exclaimed crossing his arms. Trunks smirked, "Here's some one from the story," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Frieza looked to the teen, "What story?" he asked. "Has to do about the saiyans," stated Sakura as she sat in a chair not far away.

Frieza's eyes widened as he looked to the teen, "S-saiyans?" The teacher nodded as she handed him the paper the students wrote. He looked over the pictures from the report snarling; then he came upon a picture of him and the full-blooded saiyan prince in battle. He smirked for a second before he read the actual paper. He snorted as he read over the saiyans interviews then came across the part he was victorious in the battle. He smirked at how they had given him so much glory in the defeat of the saiyan race. He handed it back to the teacher when he read over most of the report, he didn't read over the part where he was killed off.

"Well, I say these two had done a wonderful job at explaining the stories although they didn't take all of the view points..." he stated looking to Trunks then Sakura. Trunks snorted, "We didn't know you existed! We thought you were gone like the rest of the saiyan population!" Frieza snorted as he crossed his arms, "I think that only the saiyans being interviewed was cheap... but since you DID make me look good, I think I will be looking in favor for both of you."

"You will help US? Even thought my father is the prince of them all?" Asked Trunks unbelieving. Frieza crossed his arms, "I will... unless I change my mind..." The drama teacher was lost in their conversation. She shook it off and clapped her hands, "OKAY! Let us get started!"

"Wait a moment Miss Geki (AN: Geki means drama or play in Japanese... another word I found in the dictionary), Why did Trunks insist on bringing me down here?" he asked the teacher. She handed him the script, "Sakura had claimed that the script need to be changed. I told her it was fine unless she found someone from the time period that would say other wise." Frieza eyed the teacher before reading the script. His eyes went from normal; to wide... his expression was priceless! He looked scared out of mind and in disgust...

"NO NO NO! This is NOT right! Now... I may not want to defend the saiyans but this makes them look weak like the rest of this population on the planet! The saiyans don't show these weak emotions! It's a disgrace to the species! I demand that it's changed!" exclaimed Frieza as he crumpled up the paper. "And make sure that there's no weaklings playing this part," Frieza burned the script in his palm, "Even though the saiyans were weak in my eyes." The teacher eyed Frieza, "Are you sure? I thought this would be a winner! Well, so is the original paper since it won the national award for originality..." Frieza snorted, "Go by the actual paper, no changes unless the saiyans or I say so... other wise it won't work! But since I don't have a first period class... I'll help out with this 'play' to make it how I saw it..."

Miss Geki blinked, "You were there?" she asked the ice-jin. Frieza crossed his arms, "Of course! I'm the reason why the planet doesn't exist!" The teacher laughed, "Sure... a whole planet destroyed by one person..." she walked over to the class who had entered the room. Frieza glared daggers at the woman as he developed a ki blast in his palm about to throw it at her. Trunks glared at the teacher. "Don't," he whispered loud enough for the saiyans and ice-jin to hear. He growled as he made the ki energy vanish.

Frieza crossed his arms and sat in a nearby chair as he tried to ignore the teachers' rambling to the class.

"Now class! I have currently been informed that the script written for the paper needs to be redone. So... I'm giving Sakura and Trunks back the paper so they could make the changes needed, but in the mean time... we need to give out parts!" Miss Geki noticed a hand rose, "Yes?" she asked as she pointed to Sakura.

Sakura stood up from her seat and cleared her throat. "I feel that we should have an audition for this play... since most of the parts are for men... we need to find the strongest so this could be played as accurately as possible!"

"Yes... and I would like to test the strength of the students," cut in Frieza as he stood up from his seat. Miss Geki nodded, "That would be acceptable since this play is to be of courage and mostly war... but I will make sure that anyone who takes part in this play will have to go to gym at least twice a week! And I think Mr. Ice will see which part may be the most acceptable for you!" It was at that time that about fifteen of the guys sitting in the back got up and went over to the Home Economics teacher to test out their strength. Sakura took this time to ask the teacher about some things.

"Miss Geki?" she asked gaining the attention of the teacher. The teacher looked to the student. "Yes?" Sakura smirked, "I think I already know who can play the main parts... strength and all." The teacher blinked. "Is that so? Who would they be?" asked the teacher giving her full attention.

"Well... I know Trunks is a writer and all for the paper... but I feel he could play the part of King Vegeta in the story..." The teacher raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?" asked the teacher. "Is he strong?" she asked.

Sakura looked to the teen that sat by Goten and Tekego as they talked. She sighed, "I know he'll hate me but... yes... I think he may be stronger than Goten..." 'What have I gotten myself into?' asked the female saiyan.

"Is that so?" Miss Geki asked. The teen nodded. "And I feel that Goten could play the part of Bardock or Raditz... my brother the same too... he may be suitable for one of the parts..." The teacher thought for a second. "And you said that they may be the best to play the parts?" she asked the student. Sakura nodded. "I know it may seem weird. but I know those two would do a brilliant job..."

The teacher nodded, "Okay... and what about the other parts? I know you seem a bit stronger than most of the girls... what about you take the part of the saiyan female in the saiyan squad?" asked the teacher. Sakura shook her head, "I'll leave that part open for someone else... but I was thinking of taking a different part..." "And that would be of?" asked the teacher. Sakura paused before whispering something in her ear. The teacher nodded as she walked to the Goten and Tekego to ask them which part they had wanted.

Trunks went to Sakura, "What were you asking the teacher?" She smirked at him, "You'll have to find out for yourself..."

The teacher raised her hand up, "Class! I have just been informed who some of the characters would be!" The class was dead silent. "OKAY! Now... I'll have Trunks play the part of King Vegeta... and Goten play as Bardock. Tekego will take the part of Raditz, and Sakura has left the part open for the female saiyan wanting to take the part of Zarbon!"

Trunks, Goten, and Frieza snapped their heads at Sakura as she crossed her arms and smirked. She placed a pinky up to her lip and closed her left eye slightly giving them the Dr. Evil look. She also heard gasps from them, which caused her to laugh evilly. She calmed down after a moment and shrugged, "I thought it would be fun to play an evil part," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Frieza, in the corner, smirked, "I think I'm starting to like this female saiyan."