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Author's Notes: OK, I messed up. I left this chapter out. It's not really important, but I did write it, so why not put it on?
Chapter 3: A Girl
"Where is he?"
Trunks leaned against a wall next to the entrance of Orange Star High School, arms folded, with a sulky glare on his face. Despite his purple hair and blue eyes, the young man was the very image of his father. Suddenly, Trunks let out a sigh and checked his watch. One minute more.
After five minutes Trunks sighed angrily and abandoned his post at the door. He ignored a group of girls looking his way and giggling something about his butt. This angered him, but not as much as what he saw before him.
Goten. Flirting with a girl. Completely oblivious. During training time.
"Goten," he said sharply.
Goten started, suddenly realizing his blunder. "Oh, sorry Sarah. I forgot I was supposed to be somewhere."
The girl smiled.
Goten, scratching the back of his head, said, "Hey, listen. Could you give me your phone number?"
The girl looked at him oddly. "Why? We can see each other every day."
"Just in case I want to talk to you after class."
Sarah narrowed her eyes. "You give me yours."
"OK," Goten replied, handing her a ready-made card. Trunks tapped his foot impatiently, which, in his frustration, made slight tremors in the ground.
"Sorry, man," Goten said, slightly abashed. "Bye, Sarah."
The two young men ran off and began to fly toward Capsule Corp. As they flew, Trunks smirked over at Goten.
"What?" came Goten's quick reply.
"You may think you're a player, but she had you beat."
"No way! I had the situation under control."
Trunks snorted in disdain, but said nothing. Goten looked over at his friend and said, "Look, I really am sorry for the hold-up."
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Don't apologize to me. Worry about our fathers."
"You're late," roared the impatient prince when the two young men scurried into the living room.
"Sorry, Dad," Trunks replied, not the one to avert guilt.
"Sorry, Vegeta," Goten echoed distractedly. "Hey, where's Dad?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Where else," as he pointed toward the adjoining kitchen. Sounds came from the kitchen that would turn even a Saiyan stomach.
Trunks wrinkled his nose in disgust. "At least he's getting rid of some of Mom's cooking."
The sounds subsided, and Goku walked into the living room, still chewing. "Well, I can't say it was good, but it sure was filling."
Vegeta scowled at the insult thrown at his mate, even though it was the truth. "Well, if you're finished stuffing your face, Kakarrot, can you spare some of your precious time for training?"
Goku smiled, completely missing the sarcasm. "Sure! Now that the boys are here. What took you so long? Goten, have you been talking to one of your girlfriends?"
The four warriors started heading for the gravity room as Trunks chuckled softly. The man was never as stupid as he let on.
Goten's eyes widened. "But this one is special. She's gorgeous and smart - and funny - and ." He realized no one was really paying attention as Vegeta turned on the machine and cranked it up to 400. And they began to train.
Author's Notes: OK, I messed up. I left this chapter out. It's not really important, but I did write it, so why not put it on?
Chapter 3: A Girl
"Where is he?"
Trunks leaned against a wall next to the entrance of Orange Star High School, arms folded, with a sulky glare on his face. Despite his purple hair and blue eyes, the young man was the very image of his father. Suddenly, Trunks let out a sigh and checked his watch. One minute more.
After five minutes Trunks sighed angrily and abandoned his post at the door. He ignored a group of girls looking his way and giggling something about his butt. This angered him, but not as much as what he saw before him.
Goten. Flirting with a girl. Completely oblivious. During training time.
"Goten," he said sharply.
Goten started, suddenly realizing his blunder. "Oh, sorry Sarah. I forgot I was supposed to be somewhere."
The girl smiled.
Goten, scratching the back of his head, said, "Hey, listen. Could you give me your phone number?"
The girl looked at him oddly. "Why? We can see each other every day."
"Just in case I want to talk to you after class."
Sarah narrowed her eyes. "You give me yours."
"OK," Goten replied, handing her a ready-made card. Trunks tapped his foot impatiently, which, in his frustration, made slight tremors in the ground.
"Sorry, man," Goten said, slightly abashed. "Bye, Sarah."
The two young men ran off and began to fly toward Capsule Corp. As they flew, Trunks smirked over at Goten.
"What?" came Goten's quick reply.
"You may think you're a player, but she had you beat."
"No way! I had the situation under control."
Trunks snorted in disdain, but said nothing. Goten looked over at his friend and said, "Look, I really am sorry for the hold-up."
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Don't apologize to me. Worry about our fathers."
"You're late," roared the impatient prince when the two young men scurried into the living room.
"Sorry, Dad," Trunks replied, not the one to avert guilt.
"Sorry, Vegeta," Goten echoed distractedly. "Hey, where's Dad?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Where else," as he pointed toward the adjoining kitchen. Sounds came from the kitchen that would turn even a Saiyan stomach.
Trunks wrinkled his nose in disgust. "At least he's getting rid of some of Mom's cooking."
The sounds subsided, and Goku walked into the living room, still chewing. "Well, I can't say it was good, but it sure was filling."
Vegeta scowled at the insult thrown at his mate, even though it was the truth. "Well, if you're finished stuffing your face, Kakarrot, can you spare some of your precious time for training?"
Goku smiled, completely missing the sarcasm. "Sure! Now that the boys are here. What took you so long? Goten, have you been talking to one of your girlfriends?"
The four warriors started heading for the gravity room as Trunks chuckled softly. The man was never as stupid as he let on.
Goten's eyes widened. "But this one is special. She's gorgeous and smart - and funny - and ." He realized no one was really paying attention as Vegeta turned on the machine and cranked it up to 400. And they began to train.
