A.N.: This is where the fun begins. The long awaited name and Trunks finally gets to sneak into the story, going from non-existent to main character. Yay! Thanks to my one reviewer (I love you! kiss, kiss) I have a new push to write. I have it all in my head and details up until chapter 9. Chapters 6 and 7 are written now all I have to do is type it out so here goes. Hope you still like it, R&R!
School Drama
That night went by so quickly all I can remember is Bulma putting me on the sofa and telling me she'd find somewhere more permanent later. Her boy walked past me with open eyes, an open mouth with no words to state. I passed out almost immediately with no details seen in the dark of the night of the house or the street, all I knew was the house was on an island. A relatively medium sized island, but cut off none-the-less.
In the morning I was woken to attend "school". Bulma gave me a bag for lunch and sent me with Trunks. We walked to the ferry and headed to Orange Star High, in silence. Trunks pointed me to the "guidance" office to get myself "enrolled".
Things didn't go to well.
The guidance secretary Mrs. Heeth could not ask a single question I did not know the answer to. Just as things looked like they were going to get ugly… I was saved.
"Just tell me your name! We have to start somewhere and I have a feeling with your reluctance to answer any of this you will be gone in a few days any way if not in the principal's office every day." Mrs. Heeth started to go off on a tangent no longer even talking to me. "I have to have your information before I can give you a guide or even a schedule." She started going through papers in her side file cabinet drawer.
Just then the door opened and in walked the last person I expected to see.
"Good day Trunks, would you help me out here. This young lady refuses to give any of her information."
Trunks looked at me and a look a fear hit him. "Her?"
"Yes, you know her?" Mrs. Heeth looked up.
"Well…yes." Trunks put on his best boyish good kid voice; even then I knew that wasn't true.
"She wants to enroll here with no parent/guardian, no date of birth, no social, no past records, and now no name. I can't do it." Mrs. Heeth went off again.
He looked at me and I heard what seemed to be his thoughts. I've got to come up with something. Start with a name, anything, everything else can be made up later.
"Well…" He talked to Mrs. Heeth quietly behind her desk. Surprisingly if I concentrated I could hear everything they said.
"She's moved in with me. Her name is Heshema; she's slightly edgy about people making fun of it. It's actually a very respectable name where she's from. I could work with her to get her in and I could do the guide thing and everything else. That's what I'm here for, right." Trunks stood up and laughed then looked over at me.
Mrs. Heeth handed Trunks the papers he needed and pointed to a back room.
Once Trunks closed the door behind him I sat at the table and face him. "Heshema?"
"You heard me?"
"Yes, and why Heshema, what does it mean?"
"It's a Kimarrien word. Denda taught it to me a while a go. It doesn't matter what it means just respect it." Trunks said with a blush coming to his cheeks.
"It means beauty." I said under my breath, I had heard it in my mind and not really intended to say it out loud, but it spun Trunks around from his computer chair.
"What?"
"It means Beauty."
"Yes, it does. How do you know that?"
"I just thought it up."
"Right, well… lets get to work."
"Thank you." I whispered, "Lets get to work."
I thought I saw a smile, but he turned away too quickly.
"Name? Heshema. Guardians? The Briefs. Past records? Home schooled. Teacher? Bulma Briefs. Social?" At that he started typing wildly searching for an answer. He was making it all up, but everything he said could be verified, falsely verified, but verified none-the-less. "(You get the point). Date of birth…"
"February 20th."
"Wait you know?"
"Some things just come to me."
"Like before with the word Heshema?"
"No this time it's more like a memory than a thought."
"You hear thoughts?" He seemed terrified by this thought.
"Not really, but some times I think I can." I just shrugged it off.
"What year?"
"I don't know."
"How old do you want to be?"
"I'm younger than you… but I only know I'm older than 13."
"Well that helps. I have to make you older than 13 any ways."
"How old are you?" I asked, hoping it would give me something.
"I'm 16 almost 17 on the eve of the tournament."
"I'm 14."
"You get that from somewhere."
"I was 12 when I…I don't know maybe it's nothing, but I think… according to my calculations I should be around… two years younger than you."
"Okay." Trunks started writing and after a while he turned and walked out. When he walked back in the secretary, Mrs. Heeth followed him.
"Well, I'll still only turn her over to you if she is willing to have a guide who is of the opposite… well, you know the drill."
"Yes, but she worked with me already I am very sure she will have no problem, seeing how I live with her."
"And that is the only reason I'm even considering giving you a girl. I know how you are even if you make it so the girls are willing at the time."
"Right Mrs. Heeth." Trunks said half laughing keeping his boyish voice even though it was quite clear Mrs. Heeth saw straight through it.
"I'd be more than happy to stay with Trunks." I said as they walked in. "Why would I have a problem going with Trunks?" I asked truly puzzled.
"Because with him as your guide your schedule will mirror his or come as close to it as possible and I am worried knowing him that you may not be able to keep up."
I stood up and looked at her not giving a response. I in truth did not know if I could keep up with him or not, but I knew I could give him the run of his life to keep me behind.
"Right than I have your schedule in a minute."
As she walked back in 15 minutes later the bell began to ring. "You will start today with 4th period and if you don't die in there I'd be surprised." She smiled as she handed me the schedule and I walked out with Trunks. For some reason I though that lady wanted me to sustain massive injuries and die.
Fourth period turned out to be martial arts training class, or just Phy. Ed. for short. This society is biased on a strength fighting system and the high school students are even put in ranks.
In this particular class Trunks was the leader, in other words the best.
As we walked in I handed me class schedule to "Coach" (just coach). A large boy, by large I mean built like Trunks but bigger bodied, came up to us.
"Trunks got himself a new puppet?" He insulted both Trunks and I unwittingly. "Now, maybe, you can keep your dirty hands off my girl." As I turned around his attitude changed greatly. It looked like someone had told him he was the weakest thing to hit the galaxy and he had no choice but to believe it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult you…" he stumbled over my unknown name, "but Trunks tends to go after trash."
"How do you know I am not "trash" all you've seen is my face. Maybe that means you're a simpleton and have nothing better to do than look at a pretty face."
His startled face amused Trunks to an extreme, but instead of waiting for him to come up with a response to my insult I walked away, followed closely by Trunks.
We sat on the mats and the class took their seats slowly after. The boy I had insulted sat beside me and another boy with the seemingly common standing up black hair sat behind me.
Coach then called Trunks up to begin the class, leaving me alone with the boys, thus giving 'Mr. Insult' the chance to try to impress me, again.
"My names Sharpner Jr. by the way. We didn't really get off to a good start…"
"And you want to make it up to me." I said interrupting him.
"Yah."
"We'll see." I figured it would be better to save a possible alliance in case I needed it.
"Right."
Coach called Sharpner up to show me the proper throw by being a dummy for Trunks, which only made him more insulted by his lower position. For some reason I felt no push to watch so I simply turned my head and spoke with the boy behind me. His name turned out to be Goten and he was Goku son. He had been told about me by his father, but only the limited information that had existed last night.
"So how do I get my rank?" I asked curiously, supposedly I would get my chair in the class today or some time soon. Their chair system was a lot like the chair system in a band or choir, best is first chair and it works its way down.
"Coach will either have you start in the middle or in the very beginning with "Mr. Hoho" Goten explained, "Trunks is top rank than me than Shapner, but the main war is between Shapner and Trunks. They can seem to decide who gets Marron."
"Who's Marron?"
"Marron is Krillin and 18's daughter, in my opinion a complete whore, but Trunks was dating her up until he got a cold and well. Lets just leave it at he lost control of his strength for a little while and things upset Marron physically." Goten seemed nervous about this topic so I let it be.
As I turned back around to the coach, he called me up to get my chair. "I'll have you battle Trunks. He can take it easy on you and determine where I should start you." At this I looked at Goten, he looked almost as surprised as I did. Coach wanted me to fight the strongest first… it was insanity.
So I did the only thing I could do… I agreed.
The mats were cleared and Trunks and I took our positions.
"Ready?" Coach questioned.
I nodded.
"Go."
Trunks threw a slow, soft punch toward my stomach. I simply countered it by grabbing his fist and pulling him over my shoulder using the force he had pushed at me as the momentum I needed to get his body weight over my shoulder. Then I used a twist in my feet and hips to propel him in the air toward the coach. After narrowly avoiding coach he nearly hit the wall on the other side of the gym. He seemed to catch himself and glide to the floor like he had momentarily gained control of the gravity around his body. Being taken off guard seemed to anger him because he then gave up taking it easy on me and charged full speed at me, his skin starting to have a yellow tint as if he was holding back an inner light.
I grabbed his punch as I had done before, but instead of me throwing him he fully expected my movements and tossed me up to the ceiling. I could here the coach scream something at him, but I was more worried about what would happen when I came down.
My mind began to over process the situation and to make it simple I found something hidden in my mind that would allow me to create an aura around myself that created a bumper against my fall that means I was completely uninjured even though I had actually hit the ceiling before I came down.
All in all just a few bruises.
Coach considered me the loser of the battle, but put me into second place or second chair because A.) I survived the fall and B) I almost beat the best to begin with.
Leaving forth period, headed to the last period class of the day, Goten pulled me aside.
"If Vageta hears about this he won't be happy."
"Why?"
"He has a strange thing about winning and that includes his sons winnings or losing in your case. You got too close to hurting his pride. It may not be recorded as your win, but you did beat Trunks."
Fifth period is one of the required health classes. You are required to take one health class and this is one of those options.
A.N.: I have decided that "5th" period is unimportant to the story line. It was one of my fantasies growing up with DBZ and I have decided I will write it none-the-less, but instead of posting it here and taking the time to type it now. I will finish it to its full potential and post it on where I also have another, unused at the moment, author's name. Sorry if you were looking forward to the fun stuff, but I am being careful to some degree, because of the fan fiction's last shut down of my account, which from my eyes was uncalled for. (Tell me if you have any info on this shut down at I welcome any news why my 3 stories would get me shut down as Heshema)