Summary: Pan, Bra, Goten and Trunks all go to the same high school. Normal school difficulties occur: peer pressure, bullies, relationships, and the new kid. There's a scientist intent on world take over. Will high school'ers save the day?
Title: Zero
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z
Author note: Trunks and Goten are nearly 18, and in grade 12. Pan and Bra are in grad 11. Pan's 16, almost 17, and Bra's 17.
Chapter 1 – Red
Pan walked sluggishly to the front door of Orange Star High School. Another day of school. Might as well send me to prison she thought bitterly. Glancing for a brief moment, Pan noticed Bra talking to her usual entourage of blondes, dizts, and fashion physchos. Bra spared her one glance, then continued talking to her friends.
Pan and Bra had been best friends all the way to middle school. When high school hit, Bra got pulled into popularity. The only time they talked now, was when Bulma threw one of her parties, inviting all the Z fighters and their families.
Bra was still fashion crazed, and fussed over her appearance. Red tank top, with a black jacket over top, and tight jeans, with her hair pulled back in a half pony-tail. Pan, the complete opposite, was more of a punk/outcast. She was wearing black baggy pants, with a dozen pokets and zippers, a tight black t-shirt, with 'Ramones' spray painted across the front. Her black hair hung loose, shadowing her face when she looked down. Her wrists both had studded leather bands, and her ears were pierced: nine all the way up the right ear, three in the lobes of her left.
Pan passed Bra's group, hearing some snickering at her back. Choosing to ignore it, she kept walking.
Trunks stood waiting under a large oak tree in the front of Orange Star High. He was waiting for Goten. He had seen Pan enter the school only moments ago, so Goten was probably close behind. The first bell rang, signaling for everyone to head to class.
Sensing his friend's ki stop only a few blocks away, Trunks started walking towards the gate. Sure enough, Goten came running around the corner
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"Am I late?"
Goten asked, scanning the empty school yard.
"Almost."
Trunks replied with a grin. Seriously, Goten was a saiyan, how did he manage to ever be late?
"Good."
Goten said with relief. The second bell went, and both demi-saiyans rushed off to class.
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Pan gave a disgusted look at her math teacher. Bra had wormed her way of a late slip, once again. Was her head screwed on backwards? She was probably fixing her makeup in the bath room. She had been at school on time, so what else could cause the blue haired half saiyan to be late?
"Alright, Ms. Briefs, you can sit down now."
Bra did as told, sitting in the middle row, between two of her friends. Pan looked out the window in sheer boredom. Math was one of the courses in school she had absolutely no problem with. History though…that class was evil.
"Ms. Son, please pay attention."
The teacher demanded, glaring at her. What was it about wearing all black that told all teachers 'Hate me, I'm a trouble maker!'. Pan glared right back at him, till he scowled, and turned back to his lesson.
"I can't believe I got up early, for gym. I should have just skipped it."
Goten grumbled crankily. Trunks laughed at his friend, and replied
"But that's the only class you're getting A's in. What would your mom say if you failed it cause you skipped?"
Goten cringed, shuddering at the thought.
"I choose life."
He stated in defeat. Trunks laughed in response. It was after class. They had different classes, and had met up by their lockers. Now, they were headed towards the cafeteria. Once there, both half-saiyans got enough food to feed a class room, and looked for an empty table. Spotting Pan, sitting alone, in the far corner, the two headed towards her.
"Hey, Pan, what'sup?"
Trunks greeted, smiling at Pan while sitting down across from her, laying out his food in front of him. Goten sat down Beside Pan, wearing a Goku styled grin. Pan sighed, and replied
"Nothing."
"C'mon, Pan, smile!"
Goten chirped, earning 'the look' from his neice. In an attempt to hide from her glare, he began stuffing his face with food. Pan rolled her eyes, turning her attention towards the window to her right. Day dreaming just made the world…tolerable.
"Hey, Trunks, who's the girl over there?"
Goten had stopped eating long enough to swallow. In the process, he noticed a brown haired girl, standing with a tray of food, looking around a little confussed. Trunks followed his friends gaze, and spotted her.
"No idea, maybe she's new?"
Trunks replied, turning back to Goten.
"Well, maybe you should invite her to sit with us, she looks a little, uh, lost."
"Why should I ask her?"
"'Cause I'm busy."
Goten continued eating, ignoring his friends protest. Trunks turned to Pan, and asked sweetly
"Pan, would you ask her?"
Pan turned to look at him, blinking a few times, before looking at the girl they were talking about. She still stood there, scanning the many tables filled with students.
"Can't."
Pan replied, turning back to gaze out the window
"Why not?"
Goten asked, again taking the time to swallow. Pan sighed, and replied
"Because if she associates with me, everyone else will hate her."
Trunks and Goten shared a glance, before Trunks began
"Pan, that's not true…"
Pan turned to stare directly at Trunks
"Really? Just watch."
Pan stood up, and made her way towards the brunette. The girl saw her coming, and tilted her head curiously. Trunks and Goten turned, to watch what would happen.
"Hey, I'm Pan."
Pan said, standing in front of the brunette girl.
"Hi."
She replied, a blank look on her face. Pan sighed inwardly.
"I noticed you were looking for a place to sit. You can sit with us over there."
Pan pointed to where Goten and Trunks were, who both waved at the girl. She smiled at them, then turned to Pan, opening her mouth to reply, when someone interrupted
"Hey, Pan, stay away from the new kid, why don't you go taint someone who doesn't want to get anywhere in life."
Pan looked past the new kid's shoulder, to see Stacie, one of the school's most popular girls. Behind Stacy stood two blondes, and brunette, Bra stood beside her.
"Thought I'd try, before you sank your fangs into her."
Pan replied, glaring at Stacy.
"Hey, you're Courtney, right? Want to come hang out with us?"
Stacy completely ignored Pan, and turned her attention towards the new girl.
"Uh, sure."
Courtney gave an apologetic look to Pan, before scuffling towards Bra's group. The group turned to leave, when one of the blondes turned back, and said
"Why don't you talk to the other one? She's like you. A loner, and fashion dweeb."
Thinking that she'd greatly insulted Pan with the 'fashion dweeb' comment, the girl smirked, before joining up with her friends. Turning around Pan headed back towards Trunks and Goten. She briefly looked around the room to see who the blonde was talking about, but no one else looked new.
"I can't believe Bra just stood there."
Trunks said, when Pan sat back down across from him
"Believe it, Trunks. I'm not friends with her anymore, I wouldn't expect her too."
The first time though, it had had hurt. Being stabbed in the back like that, by someone she thought was her best friend, it hurt a lot. But who needs friends, anyway? She thought, glancing briefly at Trunks and Goten, before looking back out her window. Goten was her uncle, and Trunks was…well, besides being the guy she used to like since she was little, was, well, a friend. Pan wouldn't admit it to herself, though, cause not even friends could be trusted.
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History, Pan shuddered inwardly as she walked to her last class of the day. One of the biggest things she hated about school. Not only did they not have all their facts correct, they continued to teach these false facts to students. Why did they have to make all the students learn how her grandfather, Hercule, saved the world, not once, but twice? That wasn't even true, and shouldn't they wait till it actually was history to actually teach it? Gah, what did she need this class for anyway, not like she'd use any of it after school anyways.
Mentally thinking of ways to destroy her history text book, Pan walked into the class room, taking her usual desk in the far corner of the room. Only, it was occupied. Pan stood in front of the the red haired girl who was sitting in her spot, and said
"My seat, get out."
The girl, who Pan realized, wore black and red: blood red sweater, with baggy black pants, which had many pockets. Looked up at Pan, her face expressionless, Pan noticed the eyebrow piercing, and studded choker around her neck. Without a word, the girl stood up, grabbed her books, and moved one desk over. Pan sat down, then looked over at the girl
"I'm Pan Son."
She stated casually, turning in her desk to face the girl. The red head looked at her for a moment, and replied
"I'm Red Zero."
Pan opened her mouth to reply, when the teacher entered, already spewing commands, about a research project.
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So…that was the first chapter… I'll add in how Pan and Bra stopped being friends in a more detailed way, later on in the fic. Thought I'd try something new, fanfic-wise. Pleaze leave a review, they really to motivate the writer (me!) to update .