(A/N: Okay okay...I know I'm going to get hell for this. As it has been stated to me. YES I AM A HYPOCRITE *SOBS* T-T I never forgot about this. If you all remember, my house flooded and my mom caught Sepsis for November/December 2012. Well June 2013, she caught Sepsis again and had to have a hysterectomy. She was bedridden for 3 months and is our supporting income. I couldn't watch anything Dragonball because we had to stop our cable and they took Kai off the air... So technically, I lost my muse because I no longer had exposure. I also had a non-android phone and couldn't watch anime on it and my passion has been in KPOP music *cough* BIGBANG *cough* BUT MY MUSE IN ANIME HAS COME BACK BECAUSE I LITERALLY JUST SAW BATTLE OF THE GODS IN THEATERS ABOUT FOUR AND A HALF HOURS AGO! Also, as I was writing this chapter not too long ago, I got a review from Animefangirl365 who reminded me that people actually even thought about this. YES YOU CAN HIT ME THE FRYING PAN OF DOOM FOR NOT UPDATING! Thank you all!)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Dragonball, Z, or GT. If I did, Hercule would have gotten what Android Sixteen did *tries to catch my feels*

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Chapter 8: Trunks Is Here?!

The students in the classroom were spread about as their teacher walked in. He waltzed in with a rather cheerful mood, but cleared his throat to gain their attention and had them all take their seats.

"Alright students, listen up. For the second day in a row, we are getting a new student. He is the son of the world's richest families." The teacher nodded towards the cracked door and in walked in a boy with short, purple hair and blue denim jacket with the Capsule Corporations logo. This went unnoticed by a certain demi-saiyan who was busy trying to figure out his new phone. He laid the device flat on his desk and rested his chin on his hand, using his spare hand to swipe the screen. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was a rising noise level in the room about the new student. 'Are they still talking about me?' he didn't think it would still be a thing, until he overheard someone speak about his velvet hair. That bit of information piqued his interest and made him lift his head and slip his phone into his pocket. His eyes bulged out of his head and he launched his chair back as he stood up abruptly and slammed his hands on the desk, leaving small indents.

"Trunks! Is that r-really you?!" Gohan's gaping mouth and outburst gained the class' undivided attention, even their teacher. The newcomer to class let a smile grace his face as he was surprised to find the look alike of his former sensei. He waved to Gohan from the desk in the front of the room.

"Gohan! It's been far too long! I missed you all very much" he replied to his younger friend, thoroughly confusing the class. The teacher rang his cow bell in the front of the room to grab their attention. He began the introduction as soon as the students settled down.

"It seems as though you two have met each other, but the rest of the class needs to be informed of this great honor" the teacher spoke in a more professional tone while introducing the youthful man. "This is Trunks Briefs. Heir to the Capsule Corporation, so that means his mother is Bulma Briefs" with those words the class erupted in gossip and happiness. Some conversations were about befriending the guy so they could get good presents, some were about what could be under that denim jacket, but one loud blonde girl cut through he other voices in the room.

"So that's how Gohan got the new CapPhone! You're friends with Bulma Briefs' son!"Gohan and Trunks both internally cringed as Erasa's shrill voice sliced through the air. Though she seemed as dense as Goku, she could figure anything out that would result in great and popular gossip. With her being the president of Orange Star's Unoffical Gossip Club, the level rose a few decibels in the room. Conspiracy theories, gorgeous men and rich kids were all the students could process. The teacher tried multiple times to reclaim his power on the class, but each attempt failed. He sat down in his chair and let the 'damned kids' calm down. Finally after ten minutes, the voices dwindled down and he rang his bell one last time and to his surprise, they all stayed quiet.

"Now that you kids have finished your oh-so-important conversations, maybe you can work on your education now" he turned to Trunks who had his gaze glued to floor as his sensitive hearing allowed him to pick up every word spouted from the mouths of his peers. He glanced up to see how his friend was handling the situation and chuckled at the sight. Two girls and the boy next to him berated him with questions and demanding immediate answers, but the teacher began to talk once again. "Trunks, you can sit wherever you want. If you choose to sit next to Gohan, I better not catch you two talking or I will separate you. Am I understood?" he finished, his authoritative voice becoming a bit softer as to not anger the newcomer. Trunks only nodded in response before making his way to his new three others that seemed to know Gohan sat on one side while Trunks occupied the other side. The blonde one with the outburst earlier spoke up in a whisper.

"Hi! I'm Erasa, this is Videl" she gestured to a raven haired girl sitting next to her, then to the blond boy next to her friend "and this is Sharpner. If he says anything rude, pay him no mind. He's a master of spouting shit that doesn't make sense~" her words received a scowl and a flip of the bird from the blond jock. Her voice and actions were filled with such enthusiasm, something Trunks wasn't used to. For the longest time, he could only remember the shrieks of fear from people while he was safe at home. Home. A place that no longer existed for him in his own dimension even after he defeated every evil which came about and they began to rebuild humanity. The smile on his face flipped to that of a frown and turned to face the board. The switch didn't go unnoticed by the other demi-saiyan boy. He wanted to see if his friend had something on his mind.

'Trunks? Can you hear me?' Gohan spoke through telepathy. He had a feeling that even if the Gohan that Trunks was taught by was from another dimension, he thought that he would share the great technique to keep his friends' memories alive.

'Hey Gohan...' Trunks responded in a sad and pained tone. One cannot hide their true feelings while using telepathic communication because its done through the mind.

'What's wrong Trunks? And if I may ask, why are you here again?' Gohan didn't want to seem pushy or rude, he just wanted to help his old friend. He heard a sigh through the link and waited for an answer. Just as he decided to just leave it be, Trunks spoke up.

'I'm just thinking about home. My home in my dimension...' Gohan nodded, knowing Trunks must be missing his mother and that it must be awkward living with a woman just like her. Trunks seemed to be in his own world through Gohan's eyes.

'I bet she misses you very much so hopefully you see her soon.' the younger replied, hoping to bring up the other's spirits. He didn't think the opposite efect would happen by his words. Nothing prepared him for the response he received afterwards.

'I can't... I'm here because the Bulma of my dimension...d-died..' the heir to the Capsule Corporation couldn't disguise the heart-wrenching words and the falter in his speech. His response left Gohan jaw-dropped. 'With yo-' he had remember they are different people 'With my Gohan, Mom and the others gone, I felt as if I had nothing to live for. Everyone is joyfully rekindling their families and happiness while I sit alone and by myself in the corner...' he laid his head in his elbows on his desk and Gohan immediately felt bad for making his friend relive the painful memories.

'I'm so sorry, I had no idea...' Trunks let a small smile grace his face at the sympathy, knowing Gohan only meant well.

'Don't worry, I'm just glad Bul- Mom allowed me to move in with her' his tone became that of a happier sense. 'Maybe you could come over soon...maybe even tonight?' the voice came through crystal clear with hope and the trademark Son grin danced across his face.

'I'll ask my Mom about it during lunch then!' they both smiled widely at each other but unbeknownst to them, a certain raven-haired girl had her eyes on the two through their whole silent conversation, studying the dramatic changes in expression.

(A/N: There we go! I am officially back! Class of 2014 yeeeaaahhhh! I'm out of High School which actually was Hell for me XD This chapter was rather sad, but I plan to make the next one fun and it might drive you insaiyan! I modified EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER. SO. FAR. I think the name change fits better than before. Another thing, I was constantly getting reviews as to why I used Japanese honorifics... so I was tired of getting those and I tried my best to go back through and edit them all out, but I left small Japanese phrases in tact. Thank you for reading and please review for me, I know I have been gone WAAAAAAY TOOOO LOOOOONG and I dont really deserve them. I LOVE YOU ALL! Expect references from TFS and possibly some of the HILARIOUS lines from DBZ: Battle Of Gods...it sold out by the time we got there. I'm soooooo happy I bought mine online...people were wearing scouters and I cosplayed Goku...the theater was OVER RUN by 72 Goku cosplayers, yes we counted...I was in heaven! If you saw it, message me so we can fan about it together...I think its the best DBZmovie ever! I'll shut up now... :3 )

~ Until Next Time!