This might be the longest chapter written for this fic, but sadly it's the last. It's more of a reflection of what the teens accomplished and what random things had happened. It's really sad to see this fic end... But... I should just say that with some of my other fics, if you end up reading some of them more in depth, they all some how connect with each other. Humor and angst... depending if it's based on the 'what if' stance in the main time line, or AU. I know there is a spin off that I have started, but I will add on when I can find the time. My big long rant on why I can't get much accomplished will be posted on my info page.
Disclaimer- I have nothing to do with owning DBZ... but I do own my made up characters... which will soon be put to rest... Er... oO It sounds more like... I'm killing them or burying them alive... (coughs) Nevermind...
20-Year Reunion
Glancing around at the decorated area of the forty-year-old lunchroom, a small smile formed on the lips of a man. This place was once the room of many random and insignificant conversations that would lead them into bursts of laughter and such of that nature. This was the room where they didn't cease to amaze people with their unusual eating habits. This was the place where many dares were put into act. This was where they performed and practiced the play he wrote, along side with a really good friend.
"Hey Trunks!"
The lavender locked man turned his head around, and smiled brightly as he noticed his best friend from childhood walk up towards him.
"Good seeing you, Goten!"
The spiky haired male laughed nervously. This was a 'formal' reunion. Usually things like this meant business suits and very nice dresses (for women that is). Trunks was very common with this type of wear. It was his business dress. He was after all, the wealthiest man on the planet being the president of Capsule Corporations.
"So many memories this building holds... doesn't it?" questioned the CEO as he crossed his arms while looking around. The smile was still present on his face.
"I have to agree with you on that," replied the younger hybrid saiyan as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his khaki's. "I hope our wives come soon... I know Pan doesn't take her precious time to put on make-up as Bra does."
Trunks began to laugh. "My sister can be a handful... especially when she steals the bathroom. But Pan... she's..." His eyes began to sparkle as he thought of his wife. "She's... perfect."
Goten just rolled his eyes. Trunks always became like this whenever it came to talking about his wife. But... he did have to admit, he was like that whenever he talked about his spouse. Never a bad thing was stated about the two women. Always positives.
"Is that really you?" questioned a voice from behind both men.
Turning on their heals, both men's eyes widened when they noticed whose voice spoke to them. They smiled when they noticed Yeicha, Sakura's son.
The saiyan teen looked to the older hybrids. "What brings you two here? Is this your 20th high school reunion?" questioned Yeicha as he crossed over his chest. He was dressed as a server for this reunion. It was, after all, required for the seniors of this year to attend to see the senior group from twenty years before... This year was the year that many 'influential' people were going to attend.
Answer to first names of the people: Trunks, Goten, Tekego, Kent, and Sakura.
I guess it paid to be apart from the 'popular' groups like that of the football team, cheerleading squad, and such. These five had become known all around the city, and even around the world.
The teachers who taught these students were excited, along with many students, to meet this group of friends.
"Where are your brothers? And sister?" questioned Goten as he looked back to the teen saiyan. "I know they must be in the same class as you."
Yeicha shrugged his shoulder. "My brothers must be around causing trouble... and my sister... hanging around with some of her cheerleading friends."
The two nodded as they turned to look at the entrance. They noticed four familiar faces. "Well... I really hope that you don't mind your parents and your relatives here this night."
Yeicha raised an eyebrow, "What do you..." He looked to the entrance of the cafeteria. He blinked. "Mom's in this class also!"
Both Trunks and Goten nodded. "As well as Tekego."
Nervous laughter left the young saiyan as he shook his head. "I never would have thought..." He looked towards the adults, "I should warn my siblings about this-"
"Don't," interrupted Trunks as he smirked. "It will be more interesting if they find out... on their own."
The son of Sakura shook his head; his messy black locks of hair shook back and forth. "I guess..."
"Jueru!" exclaimed Trunks as he waved to the saiyan female. She lifted her head to his direction and smiled brightly running towards the two saiyans. Opening her arms up, she dashed to both her friend's and gave them both a BIG hug.
"I haven't see you both in forever" she smiled brightly. "I'm so glad I was able to come to this reunion... unlike last time."
Both just chuckled as they took a step back from each other. They noticed Otoko walk beside Sakura and wrap an arm around her shoulders in a very possessive way. They were both married, after all. And being a saiyan also... that made him become very possessive of his wife around other men. Tekego also walked up with his wife, Andrea, beside him. Remember Andrea from the play performed those years before? She currently had a very round and ripe stomach.
Sakura smiled as she also patted her newly swollen stomach. She was expecting again also. "Andrea and I are on the same boat," stated Sakura as she smiled, "And the appetites aren't becoming smaller." Looking to Otoko, she lightly smirked, "Hear me? Baby wants food."
The oldest saiyan of the group rolled his eyes. "And what shall it be?"
The female smirked. "I ordered subs from a store down the road about twenty minutes ago." Shoving a wad of cash in his hand, she lightly pecked his cheek. "Thanks hun."
He shook his head as he placed the money in his pocket, and left the room. His wife sure was strange while pregnant.
Andrea looked back to her husband. "And I would like the same also. The baby wants something to eat." Tekego gave a smile.
"Of course. Anything in particular?" he questioned.
She shrugged, "Surprise me. Just get me a large quantity of food."
He nodded, also leaving.
Trunks and Goten couldn't help but stare at the two women's stomachs. They never thought...
"Congratulations, both of you!" stated Goten with surprise. "I didn't know you two were..."
Both women just shrugged. "I just hope the teachers don't get all clingy," muttered Andrea as she placed her hands behind her back, "Tekego has been over protective."
"Same with Otoko," muttered Sakura rubbing her temples. "He's always like that. I just hope he doesn't go out to destroy Kent... if he decides to come."
"Speak of the devil," muttered Trunks with a small smile.
Kent walked up behind both women, and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. "Boo."
Both turned to face him, and they smiled brightly. Sakura almost screamed in excite as she turned around to hug him. "My goodness! I haven't seen you in forever also!" She looked to his eyes. "I haven't seen you since graduation."
He smiled lightly. "Yeah... I'm only in town for two days. I only came for the reunion, and then it's off to filming another movie."
"You get to become an actor," muttered Sakura as she rolled her eyes, "And I become the mother of many brats."
"Hey!" exclaimed Yeicha. They seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was standing right there. And Sakura blinked as she noticed her son.
She smiled, "I didn't know you were here!"
He rolled his eyes in the manner as his father did. "Yeah, sure. But I am curious." He placed a finger on his chin, "I know of four famous people who are here tonight, obviously Trunks, who is the President of Capsule Corps. And then there's Goten, who became the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament. There's my uncle, Tekego, who also co-owns the dojo Goten does and now... You." Yeicha pointed to Kent. "The actor of the bunch. But I don't know who this Sakura person is."
The adults looked to each other then to Jueru with a small smirk. "I can't believe they don't know your human name," stated Goten with a laugh.
That did bring some suspicion as the boy of Sakura looked up to Goten. "Is there something I'm missing?" questioned the teen. He was like Sakura when she was in high school, a sixteen-year-old work-aloic who was very curious about everything. "I know this Sakura person is an author for many bestseller books on the market... She was also one of the best amateur instrument players around! But who is she?"
The saiyan female smiled lightly, "That Sakura person is me."
Her son raised an eyebrow. "You lie. Sakura isn't your name. Jueru is!"
She shook her head, "No, Jueru is my saiyan name; Sakura is my human name."
His eyes immediately widened. He knew his mother never lied, so her words must have been true. "But... but you never-"
She shook his head. "It was my wishes to not tell you, or your siblings about this until you became older."
"Then..." started the saiyan teen as he shook his head "You're-"
"Ah! Sakura! Is that you," Everyone turned around, eyes blinking. They noticed a man in his late sixties. It was obviously the principal. "It is! How wonderful that you could make it!" exclaimed the principal from years before, "And I see that you don't have a broken limb! Wonderful news! I knew you would one day grow out of your clumsiness!"
She just had a large sweatdrop fall from the side of her head as she smiled kindly. "Yeah... I had to break out of the habit when I started to have kids."
The principal smiled brightly. "I'm so glad to hear that you have children! What grades might they be in? Or have they not started school yet?"
"She does have kids that have already graduated, and some that are still very young for school," stated Andrea trying to save Sakura from the never-ending questions. Sakura nodded in response.
"I have twelve kids, one is on the way, and I know my quintuplets are in this grade. Yeicha is the eldest of the five."
The principal's face became red from embarrassment glancing to the teen standing there on the other side of his mother. He began to laugh nervously. "Well! Of course! He's just like his mother! Such a hard worker at that! But I must ask, could you play in the full orchestra that's performing tonight? The guest musician we were having tonight didn't show up!"
The adults all around, but the older principal, noticed her discomfort. "Um... I haven't exactly played an instrument... in about sixteen years."
True.
"Could you at least try? We need a cello player for tonight; just for one song though!"
"Just one?" questioned the female warily. The principal nodded enthusiastically. She sighed. "I guess..."
"WONDERFUL! Come back with me!"
And nothing needed to be stated as the principal grabbed her wrist to bring her to one of the music rooms.
"This will be interesting," stated Trunks with a small smirk forming on his lips.
That was about the time Tekego and Otoko made their way back into the room with BAGS of food. Andrea smiled as she walked back to her husband to grab a bite... or two... to eat. Otoko looked around for his mate.
"She'll be out in a moment," stated Yeicha as he smirked, "The principal took her to get a cello. She's playing with the students."
And that alone became another story in itself.
Trunks was looking among the painted wall... and there he found it. It was the ball-sized dent. "Goten, remember that day we dared Sakura to jump table to table while running from the angered football players?"
Goten began to laugh loudly, "And she stepped wrong, landing quite strangely on her foot, breaking it while she dove straight for the wall!"
Trunks shook his head, "We were such stupid kids back then."
And that was about the time that the other seniors of this upcoming graduation arrived in the room from setting up food and such. And in the first to arrive, there was Kestle, Ioju, and Estutu (the other boys of Jueru's quins) and Sakurie, the only girl of the quins.
They all became pale in the face when they noticed their father standing there with a large amount of food. And with that much food, it only meant one thing. Their mom was around.
"Guys... no misbehaving," warned Ioju to the other two brothers. The three looked exactly alike being given the nicknames as the 'Tri Squad'. Everyone thought they were triplets.
Heh heh...
Sakura walked back out, with instrument in hand. She noticed the food her husband brought, and she immediately handed the medium sized instrument to her brother before she grabbed a bag of food. "Thanks Otoko!" she exclaimed excitedly as she began to inhale the first sandwich.
Trunks and Goten had a sweatdrop fall from the side of their head. "Sheesh... her eating habits also bring strange memories..." muttered Trunks as he shook his head.
Yeicha raised an eyebrow looking to the adults, "Meaning?"
"She ate like a bird, literally," stated Goten as he began to laugh. "I remember there were days she would just skip lunch... or not eat at all for the day."
Sakura swallowed the food in her mouth, "It was because you guys ate like pigs. So disgusting!"
Both saiyan men had a sweatdrop fall from the side of their head.
Otoko took away the bags from Sakura and she gave him puppy eyes. "I need to eat! I'm so hungry!" But he shook his head pointing to the instrument that was in the hands of Tekego.
"You have a task to do, so go and do it," stated the husband of Sakura as she looked to him with glaring eyes.
"Moron."
He smirked to her. "You will pay for that 'name calling' tonight."
She just rolled her eyes as she wiped some mustard from the side of her lips off, "So? You're still a moron." And in grabbing the instrument, she began walking towards the steps and to the stage where the people were setting up.
"This really brings back memories..." muttered Tekego as he crossed his arms. "Remember that day when she attacked Vegeta with her violin?"
If the saiyans around had some kind of liquid in their mouths, they would have spit it out immediately. Instead, they were biting their lip to keep from laughing. Their faces were becoming red.
Yeicha's eyes widened, however. "She did WHAT!"
"She attacked Vegeta with a violin because he became angry with a student while we were practicing for a play. She also tried to attack someone on stage with a busted brass instrument. I forget what she calls it..."
"Didn't she say she was keeping those as mementos?" questioned Trunks as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
"I think so," stated Tekego as he chuckle lightly. "She was such a strange person during senior year."
Yeicha looked to his sister and motioned her to come over; unlike with her other three brothers Sakurie wasn't afraid to be seen around Yeicha. He was 'normal' in her books. He was only the captain of the football team, nothing much.
Sakurie looked to her relatives and family friends. She smiled, "I noticed all of you laughing."
"Just memories," stated Tekego as he patted his niece's head. "Your mother was a strange one."
She huffed, "Strange is correct! I don't understand WHY she has to spoil my fun when I try to go out with friends or with my boyfrie-"
Her face became pale as she abruptly stopped in mid-sentence before noticing her father's energy rising to dangerous levels. Sakura looked over to her hubby frowning before going back to tuning the instrument in her hands.
"Say, why is mom on stage?" Sakurie questioned as she pointed to her mom. "Is she trying to ruin my LIFE!"
"The principal asked her to play as a guest," answered Yeicha. "She's that mysterious Sakura we have been hearing about from all our teachers (who taught her years back, that is)."
Sakurie's face paled. "You're... kidding me."
A student from the side began to laugh as he pointed to the grown, saiyan woman setting up on the stage. She was, obviously, very clumsy as she fumbled over the stuff.
"The OLD LADY should be sitting in the back listening! It's obvious she doesn't know what she's going!" shouted a random boy from the group of jocks.
Yeicha shoved his face in his hands from embarrassment from his 'friends' name-calling. But almost everyone noticed Sakura's glare as she sat down in her chair and hastily placed her fingers on the strings of the instrument.
She then started off by playing a really loud, high squeaky note to harm everyone's hearing... mainly to gain attention. Then she smirked when she caught everyone's attention. She began on one of her easy solos. When I say 'easy' I'm talking about a solo that easily took over five minutes to play. Her fingers jumped all over the strings as bolts of lightning awing everyone listening and watching. She began to get into her music, and she felt the same energy as she did those twenty years back when she was in high school.
The three quin look-alike brothers' mouths dropped. That was impossible! Their mom didn't know how to do anything by be an evil dictator at home! This was obviously something they never knew about their mother.
And five minutes later... the solo she started finished. She winced when she felt the unused muscles in her arm throb. She didn't know how she was able to play like that at one time! Goodness! "I so need to practice..." she muttered to herself as she began to rub both her arms. She heard the cheers of many around from the grown adults plus currently attending students, and she noticed the astonished looks on people's faces. Yep... this was the attention she received all those years ago, and she was finally getting it once more.
She looked down to her kids, and gave a small smirk as she loosened the bow hair and set her instrument on its side. But, she looked back to the jock that insulted her earlier. His face was very pale. "You should never judge a book by its cover, kid. No one insults Kensku, Sakura and gets away with it!"
And with that stated she walked over to her husband once more, and grabbed the bags of food from his hands. Her mouth was salivating as she pulled out another foot long sandwich. Yum!
The quintuplets looked among themselves before looking to their pregnant mother. A million questions were fumbling in their minds, but only one seemed to tumble from their lips in unison.
"How!"
She looked up and wiped her lip from some tomato sauce that was on her face. "Because I can."
The teens fell over anime style.
"Everyone!" shouted a voice from the microphone. They couldn't help but wince when they heard the feedback. The saiyans felt their ears almost burst. The pain! "I just wanted to let everyone know that we will be playing a video recorded from twenty years ago about this graduating class! As some of you may not know, this is the work of our five celebrities when they were only seniors. I hope all enjoy!"
Goten and Trunks looked at each other for a moment before they looked to Tekego, then to Kent, then Sakura as she finished up her meal. "You don't think... that we were THAT insane from those years..." trailed off Trunks as his face became pale.
Tekego began to rub his forehead. "We are not going to be looked at in the same way again..."
The niece and nephews of the saiyan curiously looked to their uncle with interested stares. But they couldn't ask as the video began.
The first thing noticed was a big eye, a big black eye. The camera then backed its view to show Sakura about fifteenish. She brightly smiled into the camera. "I am Sakura!"
"No shit Sherlock!" shouted a voice from the background.
Teen Sakura gave an exaggerated sigh as she shook her head. "But... I'm not here to rant. I am here to say 'Welcome to your Twenty Year Reunion!'" Sakura then crossed her arms and shook her head. "Damn you guys are old!" She then placed a finger on her lip. "But... I guess I'm insulting myself since this is for twenty years into the future." She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well." The camera's zoom then came back further showing that she was standing on the top of a stare case. Teen Sakura then gave a smirk as she stepped to the edge of the staircase. "Kids! Don't try this at home. I am a professional at getting injured." Winking once she shouted 'Geronimo!' then jumped off the edge and began to tumble down the stairs.
Everyone watching in the cafeteria winced every once in a while until she landed on her back on the hard floor. It was then noticed that many twenty-dollar bills were thrown to her fallen form.
"I won the bet!" she exclaimed before fainting from... well... falling down the stairs.
The scene then changed to showing a slide show of many pictures from that years graduating class. Almost all the students from the class were at the school now and watching awing at how young they looked then.
Sakura's kids, however, were staring at their embarrassed mother. "You fell down those stairs!" questioned Ioju as his eyes widened in surprise.
She nodded sadly. "As I stated before... I was a moron when I was a kid."
"That's not moronic," stated Estutu as his eyes went back to the screen. "That was awesome!"
They looked back to the screen. The 'camera crew' walked into the room that stated on the door, 'Physics'. The people, only stepping into the room for a brief moment noticed Trunks standing in the middle of the room. "Look at me!" exclaimed the teenage hybrid saiyan as he powered up; he began to float in the air. "I'm breaking the laws of gravity!"
Those actions alone showed the physics teacher in the background have a heart attack... or something close to it. Trunks looked back to the teacher and a large sweatdrop fell from the side of his head.
"Oops."
The screen became fuzzy.
Trunks, of the current time, shook his head, as his cheeks became a bright red. "I can't believe..."
"Neither can I," stated a womanly voice from behind the business owner. He froze for a moment before he tilted his head into a slanted position. He noticed the smirking lips of his wife, Pan. "You were just as crazy as I."
"Maybe more so," commented Goten as he turned to his niece. "We were a strange group of friends." He then looked back to the screen.
A new area was noticed. It was the Chemistry labs. It showed Goten in a room, with a white lab coat, the yellow gloves, and the goggles as he began to put mineral upon mineral into a test tube.
Every student in the room was backed against the walls AWAY from the hybrid saiyan teen. The person with the camera walked into the room and turned his camera to a random guy. "Why is everyone backed against the wall?" questioned the person who was filming the tape. The voice was obviously Trunks'.
The boy, whose face was towards the camera, was pale as snow as he answered. "Goten... he's going chemical crazy again!"
"Chemical... crazy?"
The boy nodded his head quickly. "He's like this on lab days... and he usually blows up the la-"
BOOOOOOM!
Smoke seemed to cover the air in the area; the fire alarm came on and the sprinklers turned on causing the camera to frizz making many curses and squeals come from the student's mouths.
Yeicha noticed his mother's gaze as she stared at the video being played. It was currently showing many of the other students from the school and of random things, but it some how brought tears to her eyes. He knew his mother as emotionless as possible when it came to the sins expressed of the kids. She never showed tears in such a way. The teen also glanced to Trunks. His face was softened from its usual intense and prideful stare. It was almost to the point of Sakura's reactions of this. His eyes also looked very softened. There was also a very soft smile outlining his lips. Then he adjusted his eyes to Goten. Goten was currently wrapping his arms around his wife's shoulders as they sat side by side on chairs. His eyes were also softened. The smile was evident as the other two as the grins on the human, Kent, and the saiyan, Tekego.
Their memories were flooding back to them as these clips continued of their high school years.
The gaze of the teen turned to the screen once more.
The camera was moving back and forth as if someone were running with it, and Trunks, as a teen, ran ahead of it before he immediately stopped. They stopped by a set of wooden double doors and the lavender locked teen turned around 'shhh'-ing at the person who was filming. "Okay. This is gonna be super rare footage, and I hope that Goten keeps his mouth shut, because we're going to be 'spying' on Sakura." He turned his body around after making sure the students in the room didn't notice him. "Now... I am aware that Sakura might want to kill us after watching this clip, and hopefully we will be the one's to hide this clip away so she won't destroy it. I don't know why, but she absolutely hates for people to record or watch her practicing anything." Trunks just gave a small shrug, "She's just weird like that."
And turning around once more, Trunks opened the wooden doors SLOWLY. But, with no squeaking of the door and such, thy both used their super speed to rush into the room hiding in a hard to see area of the room.
They were currently in back stage, and the camera turned to the stage, which was currently lit up with many lights. Some students walked behind the curtains, where Trunks and Goten were, and they gave small evil smiles as they helped to hide the friends and their recording device. "I don't know if you want to keep the tape rolling right now," muttered a student. It was loud enough for the camera to pick up as a very soft whisper. "We're on break, but some poor unfortunate soul has challenged Sakura to a 'sword' fight." Sword fight meant attacking each other with round wooden poles.
That was all that needed to be stated before the two teens dashed to the closest area they could with out being seen by the saiyan female.
And sure enough, a smirk was plastered on the face of Sakura as she held the pole in her hand. Her stance was that of a swords man ready to strike. Her arms were bent and positioned in particular positions and her feet firmly set into place on the ground while in a crouch. The other person, however, stood there with both hands on his stick almost trying to imitate the female saiyan. It was a very sloppy position, needless to say.
"Are you sure you wish to challenge me?" questioned Sakura; her voice was very cocky. She had that aurora of confidence in knowing she most defiantly had the upper hand in this match. "You could easily back off and say that girls can do just about anything guys can."
The human snorted as his ego was being attacked by the small insults. "In your dreams!"
And just as they were about to dash at each other, Sakura paused when she heard a sneeze. And in turning her head, she looked in the area Trunks and Goten were 'spying' on her. She noticed the red light on the camera, and her innocent look of confusion turned into rage as her blue aurora appeared around her frame.
Nothing needed to be stated by Sakura; the guys easily got the message, and they shrieked like little kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar.
"RETREAT!" shouted Trunks as the two hybrid saiyans did so many times before. The last image of that time was noticed when the two began to dash off to safety.
The camera was turned back on with Sakura's face appearing before it with a bright smile. "Now, I should state that I am going to spare this camera's life because I know it has some very valuable footage stored on it... and I don't know how to just delete that one clip that might be showing before this."
The shrugging of her shoulders was noticed before she smirked. "Now... I'm not sure, but you might have noticed the crowd of students forming behind me. But if not..." she turned the camera around. Sure enough, there were many students gazing up to the ceiling in shock, some in horror, and others laughing. "Why are they acting in such a way?" questioned the voice of Sakura. "I'll show you."
The camera turned up, and there were the forms of Trunks and Goten. They were on the ceiling... duct taped to the ceiling if I might add. They were first wrapped like mummies... it was very obvious from the strips of tape that held up their taped selves. And to make sure they didn't go around crying for help a strip of the tape was placed on the teen's mouths. Both hybrid saiyans were looking down at the girl with looks of anger and horror.
She turned the camera back to face her then gave a saiyan like smirk. "Now THAT'S what I call revenge." She looked back to the two teen saiyans before she burst into laugher before the screen became fuzzy.
All quintuplets were now standing, or sitting, close to their mother whose face was read with embarrassment. They couldn't help but stare at her. They all knew her as a... in light terms, a Nazi soldier. She was very much the dictator in the home making sure all her children were in line when she was around. Never before had they seen her act in such a way, and this was footage when she was their age! Their mother was like each and every one of her child in some strange way, and they didn't even realize it! Sakura did... though.
"Fate is so cruel," she muttered slamming her head on the wooden table. It was an old habit she had when younger; her kids never saw her do that, but it was nothing new to the adults who knew her those high school years.
It was a second later the screen came back on, this time with Goten facing it. His smile was long gone, and a mournful look was graced upon the screen. "As you can see... maybe from just me... senior year only has about two more days left." He gave a sigh. "There are many tears shed, and it's just a very emotional time for all of us. The girls in our class are taking this really hard. And I can sense some sadness around the guys also." He gave a wry smile. "I guess we should have all known that this time would be coming. But graduation is the true test to see which people are meant to be life long friends."
Goten gave a small smile in the camera, a genuine one this time. "We should just wait and see what the future brings us. Now, all who might be watching this would either be from the class that we just recorded... just 20 years older and the class who would be graduating this year." Goten scooted closer to the camera. "Word to the wise from the graduating class of ----." He looked from side to side before looking back to the lens. "Watch your back, you will never know what will attack you from behind." Goten smiled widely before he rubbed the back of his head. "Peace out! And congrats graduating class from 20 years ago, who are now finally old geezers!"
And as soon as the video ended, the students of the next graduate class screamed and screeched when the adults pulled out many cans of either the neon silly string or the Cheese Wiz.
All adults laughed as they brought their weapons down leaving the teens surprised and some angered. "Where did THAT come from!" questioned one of the jocks from the other side of the room.
Trunks gave a smirk as he brought his can of neon green silly string to the face of the athlete. "Just a little thing that our class decided on 20 years ago." Never in their life would the teens of that day thought the adults would have ever acted this way. They were like kids!
"Doesn't it feel good to break loose from adult roles?" questioned Tekego with a smirk as he began to spray another student.
"I agree 100," stated Goten as he began laughing. "Just like old times... Just like old times."
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FINALLY! I have finished! It's a good feeling to finally be finished with a series... especially one that was able to get 100 reviews! I was so thrilled when I found that out! Thank you all for staying with me thus long! I know it's been very long, but I have finished. Thank you all for giving me a chance with this fic, and I hope you feel encouraged to read my other ones. Let me just say, if you enjoyed this one, you will enjoy the other humor fics I have created. (They might be even funnier!) But thank you so much for reviewing and such for this fic. It was fun; I can't disagree on that.
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