I had a ton of great ideas when I went to write this. Let us hope that it remains that way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Coke. If I did, it would taste more like Pepsi.

She stood in front of the door, reading the poster placed on it. October was almost over, and she was sure that they wouldn't be expecting her back so soon, but screw them. She spat out the cigarette that sat less than perfectly on her lips, and tore the announcement off the door. Things were about to get interesting.

Chapter 8 – Launch Party

Yamcha felt the angry eyes of his purple-haired band mate on him all of homeroom. He tried not to pay it any attention at first. He had heard the rumors that were going around, and they were pissing him off. He knew that the other young man was becoming very close to the girl he was most interested in. A little too close for comfort, to him at least. He didn't know exactly what was going on between them, and he didn't really feel like asking. It had to be something, however, or else he would not be glaring at him like that. Yamcha decided to return the favor in the best way he knew how. He smirked at him. Trunks took the look the wrong way entirely though, which Yamcha noted when he felt a sharp pain radiating from his back. Well, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"All right, pretty-boy! Do you wanna take this outside!" Yamcha shouted, throwing his textbooks on his desk with a loud smash. He turned around to stare menacingly at him. "And trust me; I will hit a kid with glasses!" Trunks pulled off his reading glasses with a bit more of a civilized air, and pulled off his favorite cropped jacket.

"I'd expect nothing else from you." he said with particular disgust. The teacher, a mouse of a man with bifocals thicker than is finger and a bad toupee, tried to break up the two boys, before they actually began to fight, but decided against it when he realized that in doing so, he'd most likely be the one the worst of all of them. He squeaked in resignation and went back to attendance, pretending nothing was going on. That was getting more and more impossible to do however, because their voices continued to rise until it consumed the entirety of the room.

"So what! Now you're trying underage girls? Girls your own age not innocent enough for you, or do they just not want to be seen with a high school kid!"

"Don't you dare pull that card on me, Briefs! You're not that young yourself! Tryin' ta get with a sophomore!"

"You're one to talk, you fuckin' dumass!"

"I don't have the whole fuckin city's eye on me though, do I? I'm no rich city brat that gets every little fuckin thing he wants! I'm not an heir to some multi-friggin-million dollar company, am I! No one cares about me, but you…you gotta keep your image all squeaky clean for the goddamn media! I know what you do! I know what you did this summer! You're not the fuckin saint you make yourself out to be!"

"So the hell what! I don't start rumors about how I almost fucked a fifteen-year-old, do I! Don't you dare even start comparing yourself to me!"

"I would never start that stupid thing, Briefs, and you damn well know it!"

Trunks looked angrier than he may have ever been before. "Lie all you want, but I know the truth!" he shouted, his fingernails digging deep into the wood grain of the desktop. Yamcha was livid by this point. He punched Trunks hard in the face, sending the teen stumbling backwards into the desk behind him. Trunks touched his nose and winced. 'Dammit…it's broken…' He kicked his desk into Yamcha, sending him sprawling backwards. The black-haired teen pushed the desk off of him and was about to try and do some serious damage to his 'friend', when a shrill voice stopped both of the young men in their tracks.

"Now, now, boys! Is this the way friends treat each other?" the girl said, walking up to the now stupefied Yamcha. She touched his chest and kissed him aggressively in the mouth, unafraid of letting the young man know who she was. She smiled seductively at him. "Haven't changed one bit." she said softly. "I can still get drunk off of kissing you." She thought about what she had said for a minute, and then added an afterthought.

"And I mean that both figuratively and literally."

Yamcha was bright red, which was odd for him. He stammered incoherently for a few moments while looking the young woman up and down. She had dark eyes with beautiful long, curly blonde hair and a perfect figure…firm and toned, but not overly muscular, and she showed as much of that body as was legally possible. Seriously, if her shorts and top got any shorter, they'd be classified as underwear. Very…tight underwear…

"L-L-Launch…?" Yamcha finally spat out. Trunks blinked stupidly. Just the girl he didn't want to deal with. He sighed to himself and fixed his clothes. He then put his books away and decided to go get his nose checked out.

It was 10:30, the official time of momentary freedom for students, and Marron was lying in the soft grass, thoroughly enjoying the brisk autumn breezes that blew red and orange and yellow leaves onto her.

"If you stay like that much longer, you'll be a leaf pile to jump in. And believe you me, I will jump."

Marron looked up to see Pan smiling pleasantly down at her, Bura not far behind. The two girls sat down with her, and it wasn't long at all before Bura started blabbing.

"Did you guys hear?"

"Hear what?" Pan asked, her face showing her slight irritation rather clearly. She sipped nonchalantly at her Coke, letting her weight rest on her free arm.

"Launch came back."

The remaining Coke in her mouth sprayed all over Bura, and burnt all the hairs out of her nose.

"WHAT!"

Marron looked between the two, very confused. "Is that a bad thing?" she squeaked. As if to answer her question, a loud voice echoed around the campus.

"Hey! Remember Gabs, Jesus loves you, but I think you're a pussy! Ha HA!"

Bura looked to Marron. "She's like Yamcha on steroids…if he had a uterus."

Pan looked and the scantily clad young woman, who was now taking her aggression out on Trunks' friend, Gabs. "She has a uterus? Sometimes I wonder about these things…"

"If it weren't for the watermelon boobs, I would to…"

Marron was still very confused. "So who is she?" she asked warily. "And what was she gone for?"

"She's a whore." Pan stated simply. "Mostly every boy in the school lost their virginity to her. That was way back when Yamcha was a relatively non-perverted junior."

"About two and a half years ago." Bura added. "When we were all in 8th grade. Pan knows her best though."

"Damn straight I do. See, back then Uub was just starting to form his band, and was having all these auditions and shit. My uncle, Goten, had a pretty close connection with him back then…he wasn't as much of an asshole then…but anyway, they were starving for a second guitarist…you know, one that actually could sing, so when I had heard about it I wanted to go." Pan eyed the aggressive blonde again, with a particular disdain. "Launch was Goten's…I guess you could say girlfriend…at the time, and she was really sweet when she came to visit the family. We were staying at Grandpa Goku's at the time…cuz our house was really messed up due to a bad contractor. I swear when I find that guy…."

"Pan…you're getting off track…"

"Oh…right…sorry. Well, anyway, she was really sweet about the whole thing. Helped me with my math homework, watched TV with grandpa Goku and dad, even offered to help mom and grandma with the dishes. Then I went to her with my little issue. See, the auditions were on a Thursday morning…during school. She told me not to go to school and to come for the audition, which I did. And my mom found out. She told me that 'that sweet little girl Goten brought home' told her that I was plotting on skipping school. Well, that made me a bit mad at her. After she had had her way with Bura's monkey-obsessed boyfriend, she dug her claws into Yamcha, who was a junior at the time. She completely screwed him over…in more ways than one, and got him left back. After she had had her fun with him, she made her way to Trunks…" Pan paused slightly to she the shock and anger Marron was just barely suppressing. She smirked slightly to herself. She had got her now. "She completely killed him inside. Had her fun and left him on the curb to dry. None of us know for sure if they did it, but they were pretty hot and heavy at one point. I honestly don't think he had a girlfriend since then…." She sighed deeply and flopped into the grass, content on proving to herself that her friend wanted him.

"She ended up with Yamcha again, cuz by that time, he had been with his fair share of girls and pretty much knew what to do and how to do it. He was also a pretty heavy drinker by then too. I just find it ironic that before Launch, he'd never even dated before and let alone drank or smoked pot."

Bura nodded knowingly, as if she were confirming the whole thing. "I remember that. Trunks locked himself in his room for a week that summer. Poor guy."

All three girls sighed and let the silence reign them. Launch had gone back inside, leaving the emo-teen Gabs stumbling away towards his next class. Marron looked at him with a bit of curiosity. He seemed to have every class with Trunks, except one…which was her class. Biology. He was the worst in class, and often asked her for help, seeing that they were assigned to be lab partners. She liked Gabs, she really did. He seemed like a sweet guy. A bit quiet and reserved, normally scribbling depressing poetry in his notebook, but overall a nice guy. The pleasant silence was disrupted though, when Pan decided to bring up a different subject.

"Speaking of Trunks…what's going on between you two?

Marron was radiating embarrassment; her face was glowing redder than a stoplight. She sputtered incoherently, keeping her eyes fixated on a caterpillar crawling across the grass. Bura looked at her, surprised and amused by the question.

"Oh…my…god…you like my brother, don't you!"

"Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh…a little…"

Bura squealed in delight. She hugged Marron so tightly the young blonde thought her head would explode. "You two would make the best couple ever!"

"We would?"

Both Bura and Pan nodded.

"Well…" Marron started. 'I wonder if I should tell them this…'

"Well…?" the other two girls said simultaneously.

"He kissed me. Twice."

Even Pan squealed when she heard this. They clapped and giggled like little children, making Marron blush even more. She decided to take the attention off of her and onto a more sensitive subject. Pan and Uub.

"So then…what about you and mohawk-kid?"

Pan's eyes bugged out and she blushed slightly, completely averting eye contact. "What about us?" she muttered. Bura got in on the interrogation and leaned in.

"You guys do spend a lot of time together."

Pan stood up hurriedly, brushing the leaves off of her pants. "There's nothing there." she said matter-of-factly, her eyes still down. "I got history class, so I'm gonna go." She zipped up her jacket and walked away, a bit absentmindedly.

"Hey Pan."

"Hmm…oh…hello Trunks…"

Bura and Marron shared slightly confused looks.

"What's up with her?"

Bura sighed. "It's obvious. She wants him. And badly."

Trunks had his mind on other things, most definitely. His nose was definitely broken, and he knew that once again he and Yamcha were on bad terms. They were already on unsteady ground to begin with, ever since the incident two years back, but this just blew what was left of a good friendship right out of the window. The fact that that hooker, Launch, came back from rehab didn't lighten the blow either. He needed something. He needed to see Marron, so when he saw Pan wandering absentmindedly he figured that Marron was most likely nearby. Sure enough, she was sitting in the grass nearby, but, unluckily enough for him; his little sister was sitting there chatting with her.

"Ah well…she would've found out sooner or later…"

Bura looked at Marron and grinned slightly. "Look who it is." The blonde blushed and put her focus back onto the little caterpillar nearby. Bura decided to speak up for her overly shy friend.

"Hey Trunks! Come over and sit with us!"

Trunks knew something was up. He knew his sister well enough to know she wanted nothing to do with him when she was with friends, unless she wanted something. He plopped down in the grass next to Marron and smiled.

"What's up, ladies?"

Bura sighed. "I just realized I have to meet a teacher before next period. Trunks, I will see you later. Marron, talk to ya soon." Marron blinked stupidly and watched her friend walking away.

'That was such a dirty trick…'

"So…" Trunks said loudly, trying to break the awkward silence. "You wanna go hang out at the coffeehouse after school?"

"I can't…sorry…"

"Oh…well, I understand. It's no big deal really!"

"I just can't date or anything right now…grounded."

"What about tomorrow? Can you date then?"

Marron laughed as Trunks grinned sheepishly. "No…sorry…" she said cheerfully. He sighed dejectedly. "C'mon…I'm not that bad looking am I?"

"You're not bad looking at all."

Trunks blushed feverishly as she leaned against his chest. He quickly regained his composure and continued trying to take her out. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and took in the sweet smell of her hair. "You smell nice." he said kindly, touching her cheek softly. "Thanks…"

"So does this mean you wanna go out?"

"…"

"Pretty please with sugar and chocolate on top?"

"I'll try for Saturday. The Halloween dance. That okay with you?"

"It's great. I won't be offended if you can't make it." He fiddled his hand in the grass, until he came across what he was looking for. He yanked out a dandelion and grinned cheerfully. "For the pretty lady."

One of the longest chapters I've written, this one numbers up to nearly 7 pages. Niceness!