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Where Angels Fear to Tread

Part 2

Enter Trunks

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Kurt had lagged behind on his way to the lunch room so that he would be almost the last person to enter. The school he was in was large and crowded, nothing like he was used to. Not at all. The boy gulped and slowly pushed the doors to the cafeteria open. The first thing he noticed was how packed it was. And the fact that when someone glanced at him, they got silent. Kurt paled. There was no way he could do this.

"Kurt! Hey Kurt! Over here!" Goten yelled energetically. Kurt blushed slightly at the attention and slowly made his way towards Goten. He sat down next to the boy silently noticing the only other child not looking at him like he was a freak. He had lavender hair in a bowl cut and ice blue eyes. His face also held a scowl.

"Um…Hi. I'm Kurt." He gulped.

"I noticed. Especially with the baka next to me yelling your name to high heaven." The boy replied dryly. "I'm Briefs Trunks."

"You're the son of the owner to Capsule Corp.?" Kurt gaped. "Wow! Sugoi!"

"Yeah. This is my best friend!" Goten laughed. He seemed to do that a lot. As though he didn't care he was hanging around a freak.

"Hi." Kurt shifted uncomfortable. "I'm staying with his Oniisan."

"Oh! So your the kid stuck with Gohan! Dende I'm so sorry." Trunks snorted. "Is he going to let you train, or has his mama's boy nature totally taken over?"

"Train?" Kurt asked confused.

"Yeah. Train, you know, fight." Trunks rolled his eyes.

"I…don't know how." Kurt admitted.

"How can you not know how?" Trunks demanded incredulously.

"No one ever taught me." Kurt felt stupid.

"We can teach you. And don't say stuff like that about my Oniisan, bakayaro. He's way cooler that you." Goten made a face.

"I don't know if I'll be any good at it. But you can try to teach me. I'm not much good at anything." Kurt told them. "At least, that's what everyone says."

"You gotta be real smart if you skipped a grade!" Goten pointed out, happily. "And that's good because now your my friend, but you gotta be good at school."

"I guess so. But they always told me I'm stupid and no good." His tail flicked behind him like an annoyed cat.

"Really? Well, that just shows how stupid they are." Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Feh. Baka humans."

"Trunks-kun! Member what Bulma-san said about being mean? You better be nice to Kurt or he'll tell Gohan and Gohan'll tell Bulma-san." Goten reminded him.

"I forgot. Oh well." Trunks snorted. Kurt gulped.

"Is he always like that?" he whispered to Goten.

"Yeah. Don't mind him. He's actually being nice to you." Goten smiled.

"This is nice? What's mean?" Kurt's eyes widened.

"He's blasts you to H.F.I.L. in some way or another." Goten shrugged.

"You know me so well." Trunks snorted. "Let's go outside. That lunch lady keeps giving me those terrified looks again."

"You did threaten to kill her again yesterday, Trunks." Goten pointed out.

"Oh yeah. Forgot about that one." He frowned. "But that was yesterday."

Kurt gulped. Did they always do that? He hoped not. Poor Kurt didn't think he'd be able to handle it if he did. The two boys, having eaten (enough to feed an army for a year, Kurt noted in awe) stood up and walked from the room. Kurt watched them leave feeling more out of place than before. He didn't fit in here, he never would.

"Hey, freak. Gimmie your lunch." The boy next to him snapped, noticing Trunks and Goten's absence.

"No!" Kurt said, sliding away. "You have your own!"

"I ate it, and I'm still hungry. So gimmie yours." The boy insisted. Kurt shook his head.

"And what if I don't?" He challenged.

"I beat ya up and take it." The other boy snapped.

Kurt gulped. "You can't have it. It's mine." Rule one at the orphanage. Don't give up what's yours without a fight. Every one will walk on you if you do.

The child lashed out, punching Kurt in the face and sending him flying backwards. He might have stayed on his feet, but he tripped over his tail and fell back…right into Goten.

"Hey, Kurt! Why didn't you come with us…" He trailed off when he saw the blood on Kurt's face. "Who did that to you?"

"I fell down." Kurt replied, shaking.

"No you didn't. You aren't clumsy. Who did it?" Goten half-growled.

"You don't get black eyes from hitting the floor." Trunks added shortly. Kurt blinked. Most people couldn't see that through his fur. "Who hit you?"

"He did." Kurt said softly, pointing to the kid. He was ashamed. Trunks or Goten would probably go get a teacher and he'd be labeled a tattletale the rest of the year.

"Oy, you!" Trunks tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" The boy turned and his eyes widened. "May I help you, Trunks?"

"Yeah. You can start by giving me an explanation on why you hit my friend, there." He said.

"I-he pushed me!" The kid gulped.

"No! You stole my lunch!" Kurt protested. Trunks' scowl deepened.

"The truth, ingrate." Trunks said calmly.

"I-I-I did it because…he said he didn't want it then tried to take it back!" The boy cowered.

"Not true! You demanded it!" Kurt snapped. The kid could at least tell the truth.

Trunks' growled. "Pathetic. You beat up on the new kid, but when someone bigger and stronger walks over, you act like it never happened."

So saying, he grabbed Kurt's lunch and walked off. He handed the bag to Kurt as soon as he reached him. Kurt looked at his feet, ashamed. "I…thanks. I tried to do something, but I'm weak. I didn't know what to do."

"That's okay. No one ever taught you!" Goten drug him out to the playground, Trunks following close behind. When they got out there, he forced Kurt to sit down and calmly examined his face.

"Gohan'll teach you to fight if you ask, I bet. You shouldn't be beat up on just `cause you're different." Goten, now finish with his examination of Kurt's injuries, added, "You should be okay, but he gave you a black eye. Your nose isn't broken, only bloody. And the split lip isn't too bad."

"Ah…Thanks. You know, you're the first person who didn't care about my looks." Kurt smiled. "It's kinda nice not having someone screaming about me being a demon when they first saw me."

"Demon? Naw. But if you saw some of the things we did…well, you wouldn't think you looked all that strange either." Goten grinned.

"I don't understand." Kurt blinked.

"Ask my Niisan. He'll explain it." Goten smiled.
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"Well? Now what?" Gohan asked his wife as they left Orange Star Elementary school.

"Um…We could go get the stuff to do his room. Do you remember what he said he wanted?" Videl said, brow furrowing in thought.

"He told me he wanted sky colored walls and he hoped he could collect posters of super heroes. He also told me he like the Great Saiya-Man 1 and 2." Gohan said.

"I remember. We have some posters of the past Tenkaichi Bodouki if you want to put some of those up. Bulma got a couple that he'd like, I'm sure. And we have those ones with Vegita in them…" She giggled helplessly.

Gohan, remember the look on Vegita's face when he saw the posters also began to laugh. He had been murderous, especially when he saw one particular picture, because it had him talking to Goku. The only thing that prevented him from trying to kill the picture taker was that it had been Bulma and she threatened him with the couch.

"I like that idea!" He grinned. "Let's go! I'm sure we can get done before he gets home and surprise him!" The two jumped calmly into the air and flew off, Gohan faster than Videl but trying his best not to break the sound barrier. He did very well. Only broke it once.

The two had fun re-doing the room, and the change was much needed. Gohan smiled at his handy-work and glanced at the clock. Just enough time for him to get a quick shower before he had to work. He was on as the Great Saiyaman that day, Videl was working. He worked Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Part time on Fridays, while Videl worked Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturday mornings (only on Saturdays every other week, though). Gohan smiled.

"I'll bring Kurt home today." He called to his wife as he ran out the door. "Since we didn't tell him what to do after school!"

"Thanks, Honey." She changed into her gi and followed him quickly out. "I can't wait to see his reaction! And there's no school tomorrow, remember!"

"I know! I'll see if I can get tomorrow off and we can spend some time together." He smiled, kissed her cheek and the two parted ways. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" She yelled in reply, and smiled.
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Kurt glanced at the clock. Only ten more minutes until school was over. Goten made a face at the clock. It was pretty obvious he wanted school to end then. Nine more minutes…eight…seven…six…Kurt scowled. He wanted time to speed up…five…why couldn't the clock go faster?…four…he could handle four minutes…three…hurry up you stupid bell!…two…one…zero! The bell rang shrilly signaling that school was over for the day. Goten let out a whoop and raced for the door, Kurt close on his heels. Goten, of course, wasn't at full power but despite the fact that he was trying hard to keep it in check, he was barely visible to the human eye.

Kurt wasn't to sure what to do now, Gohan hadn't told him. With a little trepidation, he walked outside to wait. Goten seemed to know what was happening, and so did Trunks. Kurt blinked. When had Trunks showed up? And how could he find Goten in the mess? The two grinned. "GOHAN!" They threw themselves towards a figure sitting by the porch.

The figure let out a surprised cry and fell backwards. "ACK! Hey! I know I told Bulma I'd take you to her place, but you need to move! Don't start fighting HERE! Where's Kurt?"

Kurt walked slowly towards the figure and laughed. Trunks and Goten were sitting on Gohan's stomach and trying to pummel him. None of their hits were getting through and Gohan, tired of blocking, calmly got to his feet knocking both boys to the ground. "I'm right here." Kurt almost couldn't speak through his laughter.

"Ah. Good! I'm taking you with these monsters to meet Bulma. You'll stay at her house until five every weekday. It that all right?" Gohan turned to regard the demon-like child.

"Sure…will she scream when she sees me? Or is she like these two? Nothing seems to bother them." He said. He didn't like it when people screamed.

"No, she won't scream. But watch out for her husband. He's a bit…temperamental." Gohan pulled out a capsule car. "Hop in!"

The car ride to Capsule Corp. was fairly uneventful, until Gohan asked about the split lip and black eye Kurt now sported. The boy looked down in shame. "I got in a fight. I didn't start it, and I almost lost. Someone tried to steal my lunch. Trunks and Goten stopped him."

"Hm…I see. Well, I'm not mad at you, but that is a little annoying. Do you want Videl and I to teach you martial arts so that doesn't happen again?" He smiled at the boy.

"Would you do that? For me?" Kurt was in shock. No one ever did anything for him. Until now.

"Of course I would!" Gohan exclaimed. "It's not right for people to beat up on you. No matter the reason especially if they know you can't fight back! So, I'll teach you defense…but only on one condition."

"What?" Kurt was suspicious.

"That you DO use it for self-defense and to defend others that can't defend themselves." He looked carefully at the boy.

"Okay! That's why I wanted to learn it. People keep stepping on me. And it hurts to get stepped on." He grinned. The other three smiled.

"We're here!" The four piled out of the car. Kurt gaped at the huge building before him.

"It's HUGE!" He gasped out in an awe-filled voice. "It's so big, every kid at our orphanage could have their own room and there'd still be space left!"

"Maybe not that big. Come on." Gohan entered the building, Trunks and Goten following behind looking bored, Kurt, feeling uncomfortable, entering last.

"Hi you guys! Her eyes settled on Kurt, noting his un-human features. "Hey, Gohan? Who's the kid?"

"Oh, that's the boy Videl and I have for our project. Kurt. Kurt, this is Bulma."

"Konichiwa, Bulma-san. It's nice to meet you." Kurt gazed at the floor, feeling shy.

"And he's so polite! What a sweetie! I've got a snack for you guys. It's in the kitchen…" The three demi Saiya-Jins were no longer in sight. Bulma groaned and looked at the only person left, Kurt.

"The kitchen's this way. Don't mind them. They always do this at the mention of food." She rolled her eyes, and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Baka Saiya-Jins," and lead Kurt to the kitchen where the three were pigging out.

"Gohan? Don't you have work?" The man looked up at her, mouth bulging, and nodded. "If that's the case, you should probably DO your work, you think?" She raised an eyebrow. Gohan nodded again and swallowed.

"Thanks for the food, Bulma-san! See you at five!" He raced out the door. Bulma sighed and shook her head.

"So, how was your guys' day?" She smiled at the trio.

"Boring! I don't know why I have to go learn stuff I already know!" Trunks said with a yawn.

"You need people skills, Trunks." She reminded him. "Spend more time with Goten and be nicer. Maybe I'll let you stay home."

"It's not going to happen, is it." It wasn't a question, he already knew the answer.

"Right in one. Goten?"

"I hate sitting still that long. But it's better than mom. When was dad coming?"

"With Vegita. They'll be here in about an hour." Bulma grabbed a cookie before the boys could eat them all. "What about you, ah…Kurt?"

"It was okay. Goten and Trunks were the only people that didn't start talking about my appearance." He smiled.

"Really? That's nice. What grade are you in?"

"Third. I skipped last year. I'm only seven."

"I did something like that…" Bulma said.

"Really? Did every one make fun of you?" He asked.

"No…they did once, and then learned that's not the best idea." She laughed.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Did you have a frying pan?"

"No, that was courtesy of Chichi when she learned about you and Vegita." Bulma smirked. "I really love that thing. Now, if your done, why don't you three go play, or spar or something?"

"Can't. Kurt doesn't know how." Trunks told his mother, with a sigh. "But Gohan's going to teach him."

"Good. Scram, brats." She grinned. There was no malice in her words. She was teasing.
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The three played quietly for about an hour when Goku appeared in front of them, Vegita just behind, ready to collapse. Not that he would admit that, of course. Kurt's eyes widened. "What happened to HIM?"

"It looks like he got in the way of one of Tousan's Kamehame blasts." Goten grinned. Trunks nodded.

"They always come back here looking like one of them is going to die." Both of the other boys didn't think a thing of it.

"They do? Gosh…" Kurt trailed off. "That's not good, is it?"

"Depends. We get stronger after near death experiences…don't ask." Trunks added when Kurt opened his mouth. "If you really want to know, ask Gohan."

"Why do you keep asking me to ask Tousan?" Kurt demanded.

"You're calling Gohan Tousan? Hm…Well, we keep telling you to ask him bedause he's better at explaining stuff like that. Goten will just confuse the H.F.I.L. out of you and I will probably do it this scientific manner that no one but me'll understand."

"Oh." Kurt nodded. "I see."

"Goten? Chichi's gonna kill us if we don't get home soon. Come on, buddy." Goku poked his head in the door.

"Oh. Okay! Is Vegita-san mad at you again?" Goten grinned.

"Something like that…or he would be if he wasn't out cold." Goku held out his hand. "We've got to leave."

"Kay!" the mini-Goku look-alike put his hand in his father's. Goku touched two fingers to his forehead and vanished. Kurt blinked.

"I'm not even going to ask." He shook his head already knowing what Trunks would tell him. Gohan had a lot of explaining to do.

(A/N) Hey hey! Check this out! Another chapter by yours truly! Don't expect another one this fast, I already had this one written and I wanted to see how it went before I posted all I had. Seems it's gone over pretty well! Anywhoozle…I hope y'all liked this chapter! Reviews, Please! And, as always, flames are for s'mores!

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