School Life for Mr. President
Trunks yawned as he leaned his head against the window. Since usually Trunks took Pan to school, Pan was taking him to school. It was so early, and still dark outside. He usually didn't have to leave for work until 8:40, not 6:45. He would drop Pan off and go back home and nap until it was time for him to leave. Not today though. Today he was attending Orange Star High.
"Alright," said Pan as she quickly scribbled down on a piece of paper. "Here's my schedule and a map of the school. My notebooks are all in order, and my gym clothes-"
"Wait! Gym? I have to take gym?" Trunks lifted his head up.
Pan rolled her eyes at him. She needed to stop doing that; it made him look weird. "Duh. I might not play the sports but I do work out and do warm-ups." She stuffed the papers in his hand. "I have it last period."
Trunks moaned as Pan pulled into the school parking lot. He climbed out and Pan rolled down the passenger window. "Remember to call me if you need anything. And you have to act like me, got it?"
He slumped his shoulders, "Do I have to?"
"Yes!" Pan snapped at him, "Now go! I have a perfect no tardy record and you will not mess that up for me."
Trunks sighed again and walked up the steps as Pan drove off. The students were in groups talking and Trunks wasn't sure if he was suppose to find Pan's friends; he had never met them before. He was just about to walk inside when someone called to him.
"Pan, hold up!" A girl with braided pigtails and black cat eyed glasses came running up to him. "Weren't you gonna stop and say 'hi' to me?"
"Uh," Trunks rubbed the back of neck, "Sorry, I was in a daze." He smiled meekly at her; he had no idea who she was. She had a long gypsy skirt and a brown blouse and wore many different colored bead around her neck. If he had seen her before he would've remembered.
"Maggie isn't doing too well. She keeps getting fat. I think I'm gonna put her on a diet." She told him.
"Who's Maggie? Your dog?" He opened the door for her and they stepped inside.
"No silly," she dug in her backpack and pulled out a glass jar with leaves and twigs in it. "She's my tarantula! Wanna hold her?"
Trunks jumped, "Wha-what?"
"Yeah, you wanna hold her?" She started searching around with her hand in the jar.
Trunks waved his hands in front of him, "N-No that's okay."
"Oh, c'mon, you hold her all the time." She fished out the giant spider. Trunks stared at it. Why couldn't Pan be like other girls and see bugs and go 'Ew! Gross!'? Trunks couldn't stand bugs. He wasn't afraid of them, he just didn't want to touch them. And now, since it's what Pan would do, he had to hold the giant hairy beast right in his hands. This had to be karma.
Pan's strange friend dumped the spider in his palm. It was black with large pincers and white on the joints on it's legs. It didn't move, but it kept it's beady eight eyes on him. Then as the bell rang, a student bumped into Trunks and the tarantula jumped out of his hands and onto the floor.
"My tarantula!" Pan's friend yelled. A girl heard her and screamed 'Tarantula!' Then there was more screaming and running and pushing. Pan's friend was on all fours searching for it. "Help me look for her Pan!"
Trunks made a noise in his throat. Oh how he hated bugs. But he got down on all fours too and started to look. Students stepped over him and some accidentally kicked his sides as they ran pass. "There!" he said as he pointed under a couple of lunch tables that were standing upright.
Pan's friend dove on her stomach and stretched her arm underneath it. "I can't reach her. Pan, you're taller so you can get her."
Dende must be having a fit. Trunks chewed on his lip as he got down on his stomach and reached under the folded tables. Yes he could reach her, but he closed his eyes. Finally he grabbed the spider and pulled it out, and handed it back to Pan's friend.
"Here." When she took it he wiped his hands on his pants. You owe me one Pan!
By Pan's schedule, she had chemistry. Trunks found that the map she drew was done poorly and he got very lost. He had ten minutes to find it before the bell rang. He wanted to ask the students where it was, but he knew that Pan would have to know since she's been there all year. Dammit Pan.
He took out the schedule again and looked at the room number. 11B. He looked at the room number above the classroom door which read '6A'. So if this was A then B had to be upstairs. Trunks ran up the stairs with some other students. Finally he found the one he was looking for.
Victory! He cheered. Then when he entered a thought came to him; did they have assigned seats? Some kids were sitting and some were standing. He couldn't tell where Pan sat.
"Hey Pan, did you do your questions?" The same girl that had the tarantula came up to him.
"Uh, do you remember where I sit?" Trunks rubbed the back of his head, "I've been in such a daze."
"We don't have assigned seats." Then she grabbed his arm, "The corner seats are available! Lets snag 'em before someone else does." She pulled Trunks to the back of the classroom and they sat down at the furthest desks. "So," she asked, "How was your weekend?"
Trunks shrugged, "Er, it was alright." I'm actually Trunks because our bodies got switched, I've been stuck as a woman for the past two days, I'm actually thirty-one years old, and I'm back in school. Just the everyday usual.
"Oh my god, you will not believe what happened last Friday." She leaned in, "When I was letting Donnie out for exercise, Chris came up to me and you wanna know what he said?" She became very giddy.
"Uh, what?" Trunks didn't know who Chris was and didn't want to know who Donnie was.
"He said 'hi'! Can you believe it? He said 'hi' to me!"
"Uh, that's…great. Did he say anything else?"
"No, but he said it with love."
"Uh-huh, right." Pan has stranger friends than I expected!
After Chemistry, he had English. Now he had lunch. As he got out of the lunch line, he looked around to find any familiar faces. Finally he saw the bug girl sitting with other girls and one guy. Trunks walked over and sat down next to her.
"Like, Oh my god! Pan! You have to check this out," said a blonde that Trunks sat in front of. She pulled out a magazine that he recognized from his sister's closet. "Look at whose number seven."
Trunks lifted up the magazine. The title read, 'One Hundred Most Sexiest Men Alive!' He read down the list until, "…Trunks Briefs. Pres. of Capsule Corporation. Age: 31 yrs. Status: Single." He set it back down. How would Pan react to this? "So, who cares about Trunks Briefs anyway?"
The blonde's jaw dropped, "Like, I can't believe you said that. He is, like, the most sexiest guy on Earth!"
Trunks thought of something that Pan would do, and did it a lot, and rolled his eyes. "Uh huh, sure." He stuffed a few French fries in his mouth.
"Oh c'mon Pan," said the brunette in a spaghetti strap, "We totally know you like him." Trunks choked.
"Oh yeah, you told us," said the bug lady.
Trunks forced them down his throat, "I-I told you?"
"Yeah, we asked you who you would rather marry; Trunks Briefs or Scott Riverdale and you said Trunks, remember?"
Trunks sighed, "Oh, yeah I remember." So the only reason Pan said that was because he was in the choices. Lucky him. Did they know that Pan knew him? His question was quickly answered.
"You are so lucky, Pan. You are actually friends with him," said the brunette. "Why don't you ask him out?"
Think of something that Pan would do. "Me ask that dufus out?" He flipped his hair back, "Please, I would rather chock on air." Okay, he needed to ease up on the insults to him or he would start to enjoy them.
The blonde sighed, "Well, that's not what you said last time."
Trunks perked his eyebrows up. Did Pan say something about him in admiration and not detestation? "What did sh-I say, exactly?"
The blonde smiled, "Oh, something like you really like his company, and he's the only one you can truly talk to."
"Oh, and how he's more understanding than most men."
"How you always compare other guys to him, and that's why you don't have a boyfriend."
"And you were so upset when that old worker of his tried to seduce him. You were so relieved when it didn't work."
"And how about when you get mad at him, you talk about him all day."
"And-"
But Trunks wasn't listening now. He was staring at his tray. Did Pan really think of him that way? She never told him. Why would she? She probably that he would say she liked him, and then teased her. But what if she did? She wouldn't tell him because he was always surrounded by ladies. And what if he rejected her? He would never do that because she didn't like him.
Now that brought another question; did he like her?
Gym. Trunks stared at the girls locker room door. He can do it. He's seen many naked girls, and these are still in high school. Okay, that last part didn't help much.
"Well, here goes nothing." He pushed open the door and stepped inside. It seemed like just another locker room, much like the ones in the dojos. He sat down on one of the benches and pulled out Pan's gym clothes. The other girls were just in bras and underwear. He didn't know why he got so worked up. Maybe even being in a girl's body he still had his hormones. But then he saw something that no boy should ever have to see.
"Hey Pan, what's up?"
Trunks turned around to see who said that. "Ah!" He fell off the bench. His younger sister Bra stood in front of him in her birthday suit. "Bra!" He covered his head with a shirt, "What the hell are you doing here!"
"Geez, chill out, Pan," she said, "I'm the assistant for the aerobics class and I'm about to jump in the shower and leave."
"Y-you go do that!" He heard his sister leave and then he pulled the shirt off his head. All these cute girls and he had to see his sister naked; he was definitely starting to believe in karma.
The coach had them run laps and Trunks took it slow. He also couldn't get used to the burumas the girls had to wear.
"Alright, we're playing soccer (football) today," said the couch.
The blonde from lunch came up to Trunks, "Wanna sit this one out?"
Trunks shook his head, "You know, I think I'm gonna play this time."
He ran out in the field with the other players. One student passed to the other, then that one passed it to another, then finally someone passed it to Trunks who was closet to the goal. He kicked it and it entered the goal, exited the goal, and then dented a teacher's car and made the alarm go off. Everybody stared at him and the couch's whistle fell out of his mouth.
Trunks laughed nervously, "Hee hee…oops."
Pan pulled up in the school parking lot and Trunks let himself in the passenger seat. "So, how was it?" She asked him.
Trunks shrugged, "It was alright. You have weird friends." He buckled his seat belt. "And you owe the couch seventy-five dollars for her car."
"Trunks!"
Buruma- the girls gym uniform that resembles that of underwear. Seen alot in anime and mangas.