A rose by any other name

Author's note: Some of the verses may not be complete from the play... they were too long so I shortened them. ^_^

Ryanna: 18, Trunks: 18, Kankton: 17 almost 18, Pan: 17, almost 18, Goten: 18

Chapter 8: A skimpy top and the blacktop sparring match

Ryanna wrinkled her nose in disgust as her stepmother picked out various items in the kinky department. "Oh how about this one? It will look so cute with your black dungarees." "Chary, it doesn't even cover half my stomach!" Chary gave her an innocent look. "So what? You have the nicest form; it wouldn't hurt to show a bit of skin." "A bit, no, but a lot, yes!" Ryanna crossed her arms. Chary pouted. "You're such a party pooper." "And you're supposed to be the adult." Ryanna sighed and rubbed the top of her nose. Chary gave her puppy eyes and a pouting lip. "Augh! Fine I'll try it on." Ryanna grabbed the dress and stomped into the dressing room.

As Chary looked at other items someone accidentally bumped into her. Chary's items fell to the floor and she began picking them up. "Oh I'm so sorry miss." Trunks crouched down and helped the middle aged woman. "It's all right." Ryanna emerged and spun around for Chary. "There! Are you happy now?" Both Trunks and Chary looked up. Chary smiled at her but Trunks gawked. "Ryanna? Is that you?" "TRUNKS? Oh shit, no!" Ryanna ran back into the dressing room. "Oh Riley, come back out." "NO!" Trunks just stood there gaping. When she had came out she was wearing black khakis that were low cut and a red shirt that showed a lot of cleavage and most of her stomach.

During Trunks' fantasy flashback, Chary had managed to get Ryanna back out. "Now introduce me to your friend." "Don't you already know him?" Ryanna crossed her arms. Trunks snapped out of it and held out his hand. "My name is Trunks. I'm Goten's best friend." "Oh yeah, so you're the one playing Romeo?" Chary smirked at Ryanna who just rolled her eyes. Trunks blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess I am." "Well why don't you come on over to our house for dinner, Trunks? Then you and Ryanna can practice your lines." "How about he doesn't and say he did. Or better yet let's pretend we never even saw each other today." Trunks smiled at Ryanna. "What's the matter Riley? Don't want me to see your messy room?"

Ryanna growled and went back to change into her normal shirt. When she emerged Trunks took her aside to talk. "What's with you? Did I do something wrong?" "Trunks we're not friends so why do you pretend we are?" Trunks smiled at her playfully. "Why not? I'm not your enemy. You shouldn't have a problem with me coming over to practice our lines." Ryanna sighed with rage. She began to exit the store with Trunks right behind her. "Come on Ryanna! Please let us at least be friends." "No! You are not my friend Trunks! I don't respect or befriend any man who uses girls as toys!" "Who says I do?" "It's obvious." "Well then you're blind. I've only had one girlfriend." Trunks help up one finger. "That was it. I'm still a virgin as well." "Liar!"

Ryanna turned around and aimed a kick at his head. Trunks leaned back avoiding it. Ryanna sent a few punches at him which he blocked as well. "So you wanna play like that?" Trunks smirked and took a fighting stance. "Very well, let's play." Ryanna smirked and also took a fighting stance. Trunks jumped at her trying to land a punch at her stomach. Ryanna avoided it by doing a couple of back flips. She sent a punch at him which he countered with one of his own. In a swift move Trunks caught her hand and twisted her around. "Are you holding back on me?" "How did you guess?" Ryanna sunk her elbow in Trunks' chest sending him to the floor. She elbowed his back then kicked his stomach.

Some teenagers saw their fight and ran over to them to watch. Trunks managed to get to his feet and was sharing several blows of his own. Ryanna flipped back and landed a kick in his chin. Trunks fell back and was about to get up until Ryanna placed a foot to his chest. "Ouch... I think you're crushing my rib cage Ryanna." Ryanna smirked. "Unfortunately, you'll live." Ryanna removed her shoe and helped him up. The other teens were complaining and urging them to go on. Ryanna just shook her head and headed to her and Chary's car. "Hey wait up!" Ryanna turned to Trunks. Trunks ran up to her and walked her to the car. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I should ask you the same question Mr. Briefs." "My dad is a fighter. He taught me special moves of his own and trains me everyday. Now your turn." "Basically the same thing. After my mom died my father got me into martial arts schooling. A year later I quit because I didn't see any need in it." Ryanna's eyes turned shallow. "But when my dad was murdered, I got back in. I refused to die the same fate as he did." Trunks gave her a saddened look and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. If it means anything to you, my mom died from cancer when I was ten years old. So I know how you feel," Ryanna gave him a slight smile. "Thanks." The smile turned to a smirk. "You know, maybe I should get to know you more after all."

Trunks' eyes brightened. "Does that mean the dinner invite is still up?" "Not even a chance baka boy." Ryanna got into the car and winked at him. "See you at school." Chary and Ryanna drove off. The meantime Trunks chuckled and waved to her. "Yeah, see yah."

Okay, okay, short chapter but hey I'm getting there. So Ryanna doesn't hate Trunks after all. Does that mean he's a friend? Or is there more to it then that? We'll see! R&R!