Orange Star High School- The Legacy Continues...
A/N: Just a quick note. This takes place at a time when Pan is in high school. Trunks, Goten, and Bra also attend Orange Star and obviously their ages have been changed. Pan- 17, Trunks- 18, Goten- 18, Bra- 16. Also, I have added a new character of my own. His name's Eraser and he's the child of Sharpner and Erasa; age 17. And in case you didn't read the summary, this is a Trunks/Pan pairing.
Chapter 4- School Projects, Documentaries, and Bets
The bell rung and demised the leadership class for the day. Pan grabbed her backpack and walked out the door, tapping Trunks on the shoulder as she left.
"Hey, thanks for that back there," She told him, smiling a bit.
Trunks rubbed his shoulder. "No problem, I was getting a little sick of those traditional stereotype dances myself."
Pan nodded and the two took off for their next class. Goten and Eraser caught up with them, Eraser making his way over to Pan.
"So tell me," He spoke. "What's the theme of this year's dance gonna be?"
Pan pushed his arm away, which was currently making its way up her waist. "It's martial arts, something I know a lot about."
Eraser ignored Pan's intentions and placed his arm around her. "Now that's what I'm talking about. This just might be one of those dances that I actually attend."
"If you don't remove your hand from around me, you'll be lucky if this will be one of those days that you actually survive," Pan replied, glaring daggers at him.
He quickly removed his arms from her as Goten snickered behind them. Eraser smoothed out his hair. "Whatever you say chica."
Pan rolled her eyes and walked near Trunks. "So what are you doing for the senior project in history class?"
Trunks shrugged. "I'm not sure yet, I haven't got a good idea yet."
"Well I'm sure you'll get one soon," Pan replied.
"I'm way ahead of you all; I'm practically done with the assignment!" Eraser spoke up proudly.
"Well that's a change," Pan commented, giving a smirk.
Eraser frowned then shrugged it off. "Whatever, my project's gonna be better than all of you guys combined." He folded his arms. "The assignment couldn't have been simpler. What does this school mean to you and why is it important to you? At first thought, I thought, simple. This school means nothing to me. But on further thought, I realized that this school does mean something to me. If it wasn't for this school, I wouldn't be as popular as I am now." He paused and waved at a few freshmen girls who were giggling madly as he walked by. He turned back and faced his friends, grinning. "See what I mean? I can't keep the ladies off me!"
Pan shook her head as they entered the classroom. "You're a wonder Eraser, you truly are."
Eraser smiled and leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, I know." He sighed. "I'm so perfect."
"Can we say conceited?" Goten whispered to Trunks. Trunks snickered and took his seat.
The teacher stood in front of the class and cleared her throat, instructing the students to quiet down. "I just hope that all of you are thinking about what you're going to write about for this year's senior project. Or if not thinking, have started. This project is worth almost half of your grade, 40 percent to be exact. That means that you'll have to put some real effort into it. And don't just do it for the grade, if anything, do it for you." She put a hand to her desk and leaned against it. "The assignment for those of you who didn't pay attention last week, is to write an essay on what this school means to you and or what it has done for you. How you appreciate it, or how you don't. The essay is due by the end of this month and a few chosen will get to read their essay come graduation."
Pan stopped tapping her pen and raised her hand.
"Yes Ms. Son?" The Ms. Peking called.
"You said that a few chosen will get to read their essays on graduation, does that mean that even if you don't necessarily want to read your essay and it gets picked, you still have to?"
Ms. Peking shook her head. "We pick who the best essays and it is up to you if you choose to read it at graduation or not."
Pan nodded and Ms. Peking began teaching class. It was forty-three minutes later that the bell rung and the class was demised. Pan gathered up her things and waited outside the door for Goten, Trunks, and Eraser.
Goten rubbed the back of his head as he walked out of the history class. "Man, I have no idea what I'm gonna write my essay on."
Pan hit him on the back playfully. "I'm sure you two will think of something." She looked at Trunks as well.
Trunks sighed and dumped his history book into his backpack. "Maybe Goten and I should write ours on how we couldn't come up with a good idea for the assignment."
"Did you even start on the assignment yourself?" Eraser asked, looking at Pan.
Pan looked down at the white tile below them. "Well, I did but I'm not sure if I like it."
Eraser opened his mouth to say something smart when the sound of the loudspeaker interrupted him. "Attention Orange Star High School, great news!" The current office assistant boomed over the loudspeaker, "None other than famous director Seiko Origami [I just thought that up!] will be coming to Orange Star to film a documentary on the normal life of high school teens! That's right! Prepare yourself; Mr. Origami will be coming to Orange Star next week! Also remember to be on your best behavior and get ready for the documentary!" The loudspeaker gave a click and the hallways were filled with the buzz of many students talking about the documentary.
Pan crossed her arms. "Can you believe this?" She shook her head.
"Who the heck is this Origami guy?" Goten asked, rubbing his head.
Trunks shrugged and looked at Eraser whose eyes were practically bulging out of his head. "This is it! I'm gonna be a star!"
Pan continued to shake her head as the four made their way toward the lunch room. "Now people are going to start acting all superficial and not like themselves just because some big shot director's coming to Orange Star."
"A star..." Eraser continued on.
Bra and Markie waved to the four from their usual table. Bra was smiling broadly as the four neared.
"Did you hear the news?!" She squealed.
Pan faced Bra, almost rolling her eyes. "Don't tell me you're into this stuff too."
Bra nodded and looked up into space. "This could be it! I could become a star!"
Pan almost began laughing as she looked back at Eraser who wore a similar face expression to Bra. The two could pass for twins; not literally of course. She shook her head and pulled out her lunch. "Whatever you say..."
Goten pulled out his lunch as well and took a bite before speaking. "So who's this Origami guy anyway?"
Bra and Eraser snapped out of their daydream state and stared at Goten madly.
"He's only the most famous director in all of Japan!" Bra exclaimed.
Eraser nodded and counted on his fingers. "He did 'LizardBall Z', 'LizardBall', and 'Dr. Mump'. The man's a stinkin' genius!"
Pan shook her head. "Oh please, who in their right mind would watch that crud? LizardBall Z, show about some monkeys who grow powerful after each battle they engage in."
"They aren't monkeys!" Bra exclaimed. "They're lizards from a race known as lizarins!"
"Just sounds like a bunch of crud to me," Pan declared.
Bra crossed her arms. "Well how do you explain the fact that he's one of the most famous, not to mention, riches directors in Japan?"
"Luck," Pan replied, biting into her apple.
"I think someone's jealous," Eraser spoke up.
Pan looked at the blonde jock. "You've got to be kidding me. You think I'm jealous of some big-shot director? I don't think so. In fact, I could come up with a better plot line than LizardBall Z and Dr. Mump put together!"
Eraser gave a smirk. "I'd like to see you try."
"You wanna bet?" Pan challenged.
Eraser stuck his hand out. "You're on."
Goten put a large portion of food in his mouth and smiled. "This could get interesting."
Markie groaned. "Eraser, do you not remember the last bet that you engaged in?"
"Of course," Eraser replied. "The only reason I didn't win it because I didn't jump far enough."
"You ended up in the hospital for two days!" Markie exclaimed.
Trunks looked at Markie. "What happened?"
"Yes, please do tell!" Pan laughed, wanting to know how Eraser had ended up in the hospital for two days.
Markie sighed. "Eraser bet some guy that he was more athletic. So to prove it, Eraser bet that the guy that he could jump across one building onto the next one. Turns out, he couldn't..."
Laughter erupted from the table as Eraser turned crimson red.
Pan gasped for air. "I can image you doing that!" She laughed. "And missing the building!"
"Man, I can't believe you did that!" Goten exclaimed.
Trunks chuckled. "Me either!"
Even Bra, who had a crush on the blonde, was giggling uncontrollably.
"Okay, okay," Eraser interrupted, "We've all had our laugh. Now, back to the current bet..."
Pan laughed once more. "Okay, so the bet is that I can't make a plot for a movie that's better than LizardBall Z and Dr. Mump put together."
Eraser nodded. "The rules are, you gotta do this all by yourself, you can write this out as a story or you can make it out into a movie. You have two weeks to get it done and once you're done, we'll judge it," He explained, turning to Goten, Trunks, Markie, and Bra.
Pan held out her hand. "Deal."
Eraser smiled somewhat evilly. "Oh, and if you lose the bet, you have to pretend to be my boyfriend for a week."
"Heck no!" Pan exclaimed.
Eraser laughed and put a hand to her shoulder. "Better hope you win the bet then..."
Pan slapped his hand away. "Oh don't worry, I will." She paused then added. "And if you lose, you have to shave your head."
Eraser's eyes went wide as he ran his hand through his long blonde hair. It was perfect, no spilt ends, and as course as it could be. Not to mention the fact that it turned on all the ladies. He gulped silently then nodded. "Fine, but you do know that making a better plot line than LizardBall Z is going to be pretty hard..."
"I can see that someone's nervous," Pan smirked.
"Ha!" Eraser exclaimed, "Not even close."
Pan smirked and took another bite out of her apple; all the same time noticing little drops of sweat forming on Eraser's head. She laughed to herself quietly; this would be too good...
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That was a longer chapter! Hope you liked! And I haven't been putting in the disclaimers have I? Well I don't own DBZ or DBGT because if I did, I surely wouldn't be writing Fan-Fiction about it!