Orange Star High School- The Legacy Continues...
Author Notes: Sorry for the wait. And to answer a question, I got the idea from my school because we too had senior auctioning. It was a very interesting day... Well, hope you like this chapter!
Chapter 19- Day of Torture
Trunks walked into the large kitchen of the Capsule Corp stiffly. His frown deepened as he took a whiff of the air which smelled of burnt toast and undercooked eggs. He walked further into the kitchen, his shoes clicking noisily across the titled floor as he went.
Carefully, he lifted the lid from the plate of warm food and peered inside. An egg inside the plate wiggled around momentarily then suddenly stopped. Trunks' face went slightly pale before he closed the covering on the plate and began scanning the cabinets for something else to eat.
It was at that exact moment at which Vegeta decided to come bounding into the kitchen, his usual frown woven onto his face. He walked halfway across the kitchen before stopping dead in his tracks. His mouth dropped and a rare look of shock crossed his face.
Trunks stopped raiding the cabinet a moment to sense the ki behind him. Instantly, his eyes went wide and he cursed himself mentally for his bad timing. A faint blush line crossed his face as she turned around to face his father.
Vegeta stood at the center of the kitchen with his mouth remaining dropped and his eyes nearly buldging out of their socket. Trunks had never seen his father with such a look on his face before and wondered if he could possibly sneak out of the room without his father noticing. Testing his luck, he took a step forward only to be stopped by Vegeta.
Vegeta's face returned to its normal scowl and he crossed his arms in front of him. Trunks could only gulp in response and turned his attention to the floor below him. Finally, Vegeta spoke up,
"Boy, do we need to have another one of our "talks"?" Vegeta asked with a deep frown.
Trunks opened his mouth to speak when Bra suddenly came rushing into the kitchen. She had her hands on her hips and a frown much like Vegeta's was placed on her face.
"Where do you get off running off on me like that?!" Bra asked angrily. She stormed over toward Trunks and wagged a finger at him, "I'm still not done with your hair!"
Vegeta's look of shock returned once more and he peered over from Trunks to Bra.
Bra, noticing her father's look of surprise, immediately spoke up, pulling Trunks over toward her all the same time, "Oh, hi daddy!" She laughed nervously, "I just need to borrow Trunks for a moment..."
Vegeta put his hand in front of the two, stopping them in their tracks. He stared blankly into the distance, "What are you doing?" He asked almost emotionlessly.
"Well there's this senior auction at school and I bought Trunks so he has to do whatever I say for the rest of the day," Bra explained quickly, slowly heading for the exit of the kitchen.
Vegeta scrunched up his brow and turned to Trunks, "And you participated in such foolish activity?!"
Trunks nodded slowly, not seeming to be able to speak. At least, not the way he was dressed at the moment...
Vegeta shook his head and walked past the two, mumbling something about weak, stupid human schools, and pathetic.
"Wow, that was close," Bra commented as soon as the two were out of hearing range.
"More like embarressing," Trunks replied back. He looked down at his feet, "And I hate these heels!"
"Get use to it!" Bra yelled back, pulling Trunks into the bathroom.
Trunks groaned in responce as Bra took a hold of his hair. She grabbed a few rubber bands and hair clips along with hair gel. She lifted the container of gel and prepared to spread it onto Trunks' hair when a forceful hand stopped her.
"I don't gel my hair," Trunks spoke up with a look of seriousness.
Bra arched her eyebrow, "Oh come on."
"No way, it looks...ugly."
Bra rolled her eyes, "How else am I suppose to put your hair into ponytails?!"
Trunks reached over for the gel and placed it back down onto the counter, "You don't."
"Ugh! You are so stubborn!" Bra yelled in fustration. She picked up a comb and began combing Trunks' hair. Moments later, she finished and stood back with a smile across her face, "Well, all done."
Trunks peered at himself in the mirror and nearly fainted. His lavender stringy hair was parted back and pulled back by a yellow headband. A hot pink necklace was worn loosely around his neck and his shirt was a tight fitting yellow flowed print blouse. His shirt was accompained by a pink ruffled skirt that went just below his knees. He wore stockings and on his feet were high heeled hot pink sandals. It was the most embarressing thing that Trunks had ever had to do and yet, there was no way out of it.
"Well, time to go!" Bra spoke up cheefully as she grabbed Trunks arm.
Trunks let out another groan as Bra pulled him toward the front door of the Capsule Corp. School would be a living nightmare...
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Pan walked the halls of Orange Star High School with a frown on her face and a look that clearly said she hated the world. Several students took a few seconds to stop and look at her as she walked by but she ignored them and continued on walking.
Angelina walked in step behind her, a smile woven widely across her face along with a smirk. So far, the day was turning out to be like a dream. Pan hadn't even suspected her plan, she had been too busy trying to avoid her of bidding on Trunks. But now, here she stood, a slave to Angelina herself. Angelina's smile widened. She didn't know what was better. The fact that Pan was now her slave or the fact that she hadn't even seen it coming.
Suddenly, Pan quickly made a stop, almost causing Angelina to come colliding into her.
"Move!" Angelina spoke demandingly, "I didn't tell you to stop walking."
Pan turned back toward Angelina for a moment to glare hard at her before turning her attention back toward the other side of the hallway. A crowd of students stood crowding the hallway.
Not bothering to look back at Angelina, Pan took off for down the hallway to see what the crowd was about, Angelina giving out orders behind her.
Pan stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes at the crowd who appeared to be gawking at Seiko and his camera crew. She was about to turn around and start back down the hallway when a sudden thought occurred to her. Seiko and his crew were supposed to be gone. One week had passed a long time ago.
Pan was about to go and walk up to Seiko and his crew when another thought invaded her mind. Seiko would begin taping her the moment she went up to him, and there was no way anyone was getting her on tape looking the current way she was.
Quickly, she turned around and was about to start running when Angelina blocked her path.
"Move!" Pan yelled angrily. She was in no mood to tamper with Angelina right now.
Angelina gave a short laugh, "Yeah, right." Her expression of laughter quickly turned to an expression of hatred. "I'm not going nowhere and neither are you." She poked a finger at Pan.
I should grab her finger and break it. "You may be my owner for today but you cannot tell me where I can and cannot go!" Pan argued back. She looked behind her out of the corner of her eye and seen Seiko looking around. He was looking for her.
Suddenly, the look on Angelina's face changed once again and she looked around then smiled. "So, you're doing this so Seiko won't see you?" She laughed, "How clever. But, I think this is worth getting on film."
Pan could feel her mouth drop. She wouldn't.
"Oh Mr. Origami!" Angelina called loudly.
Pan cursed and not being able to think of anything else, she began taking off for the opposite direction of the hallway. She could hear Seiko yelling after her to come back and she could imagine the look on Angelina's face as she watched her turn around and run. That gave her small satisfaction and before she knew it, Pan found herself rounding a corner and heading into an empty hallway.
She sighed and looked around for somewhere to hide. At least until the bell rung. Smiling, she gave a quick sigh of relief as she found the janitor's closet.
Wow, I never thought I'd be doing this... Pan couldn't help thinking as she inched her way closer and closer to the door. She took a hold of the door knob and without hesitation, heaved the door open and slipped inside.
The entire closet was flooded in darkness, making seeing almost next to impossible. Pan reached over to flip on the light switch when a cold hand upon hers stopped her. The hand brushed hers away then disappeared into the shadows.
Pan had the urge to scream bloody murder but screaming would give herself away so instead, she raised her ki level and got ready to attack. She waited for an attack, anything, but nothing came. Finally, Pan decided to speak, "Who's there?"
The closet remained silent and Pan began to wonder if the hand had been her imagination. She opened her mouth to speak again when another voice interrupted her.
"Who are you?" The voice asked. It was the voice of a guy although she couldn't be too sure of who it was. Whoever it was, they were trying to disguise their voice.
"You tell me," Pan answered back.
The closet fell silent once again. Pan shifted around and reached behind her for the light switch. "If you don't want to say anything, I'll turn this light on and-"
"No!" The voice yelled.
Pan arched an eyebrow. What was the mystery person hiding? Was he some kind of psycho killer? Pan could feel goose-bumps forming on her arms.
"Please don't," The voice pleaded.
"Tell me who you are then..."
The guy seemed to be considering on whether he should tell or not. Then, finally, he spoke again, "It's...
Author Notes: HaHa! A cliffhanger! smiles evilly Well, it had to be done. And all Trunks fans are probably screaming at me right now for what I did to him. Well, it was just another thing that "had" to be done. And is case you're wondering, guys at my school actually dressed up like girls.