Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ain't It Funny? ❯ Papers and Computers ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Moon Star

This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. Don't like them, don't read this.

Disclaimer : I don't own any DBZ character.




Ain't it Funny
Chapter 2 : Papers and Computers

She walked up the school steps, her un-uniformed state gaining attention. But not more than her hair. Long flowing hair that traveled over her shoulders to bellow her knees. It's dark blond color was natural, but the hot pink stripes that traveled from the top to the bottom were not.

She entered the school with a smile to anyone who glanced her way. She pushed her sunglasses upward, positioned at the clown of her hair. She looked around, her expression furrowed.

"Could you show me where the main office is?" She asked the boy that passed her momentarily. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her. A fleeting moment, but a moment nonetheless.

"Go this hallway straight," he gave the directions straightaway. She smiled, thanked him and went on her way.

Uub continued to be in his place as the woman followed her directions. he could have swore she looked familiar. But where had he seen her before?

Oh, well. Dismissing it from his mind, he continued on his way to Goten's locker. It was just the beginning of the day in school. Something inside him told him that a great bomb was about to go off.

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THE LAST SCHOOL BELL

"I really appreciate this Goten," Mr. Laman said to his student as he transferred documents from his desk to his bag. "I really need those papers graded and in the computer."

"Don't worry," Goten smiled as the teacher took his hat and coat. It was warm enough outside to kill you. "I'll have everything done."

"I know," he extracted a file from his desk. "But I know that you have to work too so I asked another student to help." He walked to he door and left it open. "She'll be coming in just a few minutes."

"Alright," Goten watched as he walked off the hallway and into the front stairs." This school was a maze. "I'll start and hope for the help to arrive soon."

Goten sat down, stacked the papers in their respective classes and began with the first. Just then, a running Bra entered the room, her breathing ragged as gasps escaped her. "I didn't know it was so late," she said before entering the room. Her eyes focused on his. Goten blinked rapidly as he realized finally that Bra was the help that had been procured for him.

It was already two weeks since the umbrella incident and true to her thoughts, she hadn't seen him at school. Well, she saw him, he just didn't see her. They hadn't crossed paths.

"Hi," she greeted him. "I didn't know you'd be here." She placed her bag on one of the chairs and whistled at the papers that were mounted on the table.

"We have a lot of work to do."

"That's obvious." Bra reached for a red pen in the teacher's desk and made her way to his side. She scooted the chair and took one of the tests to start.

"How have these past few weeks been?" Goten asked as he placed one test on a pile and reached for another.

Bra was startled. He was actually asking her how things had gone. "Pretty well." She answered vaguely.

"Is Shiron giving you any trouble?" Bra felt just a bit of an edge in his voice.

"Not really," Bra shrugged. "I sat and talked to him this past week and he hasn't pressed more since then. Maybe I'll finally have some peace and quiet around school."

"Yeah." The settled well in her mind. He was making polite conversation and she was answering. At least she had gotten one problem out of the way.

"How is football practice?" She asked after she couldn't contain herself.

"Great," he brushed past her hands to get a white out at her side. She would have blustered if she hadn't bitten her lip. "Your brother really is a good football player."

"Thank you." She muttered.

"He's one year older than you right?" His inquiry didn't surprise her. "It's just that I haven't seen him in any of the typical Junior classes."

"You're right," she smiled as they both continued working on. This was a pleasant conversation. "He's a senior."

"I figured as much." She heard the light tone in his voice. He waited a few minutes until they finished the tests and got to the others to comment. "He doesn't talk about you."

"Neither do I." She replied truthfully. "I've spent most of my school life in boarding schools while he stayed with mother and his private schools."

"Did you want to go to the boarding school or?" The or left the question hanging. Just how much did he want to know? Did she want him to know? Any tidbit that is released may be seen as a pass to something greater and implied.

"It was my choice." The numbers flew and the answers danced around her. They continued on until the atmospheric silence was unbearable. Why was it so easy to work alongside one another where conversation was sometimes needed and sometimes unnecessary?

The phone rang at the desk.

Both looked up startled. It was well into 30 minutes after school and the phone was ringing for Mr. Laman. Bra looked at Goten, he shrugged in response.

She stood up and went to the ringing telephone. Picking it up, she listened closely to the voice on the other side. She looked at the desk for some paper to write on but had to signal Goten to bring her some. He brought it without questions.

"I'll make sure," she reassured the person at the other side. "Yes sir. I'll see you tomorrow." The line went dead.

"Who was it?" He had an idea, but still asked.

"It was Mr. Laman." She peered through the desk's papers, mumbling incoherent words to his ears.

"What did he forget?" Goten was amused. He was used to his teacher's antics. He had stayed after many times to know that when he left in a hurry, something was unfinished or left behind.

"He forgot to pick up the testing sites that he is in charge of for the District Math Tests that we're all taking next week. He forgot the booklets, the answer pages and the disk that he has programmed to mail the codes to the state."

"That's an extensive list." Goten whistled slowly under his breath.

"He forgot to pick up his lesson papers off of the library and he needs to get the library reserved for next Monday to use it's resources for his mathematician projects."

A cough that sounded more like a chuckle to her ears made her turn her attention back to the guy in front of her. She hadn't been mistaken, he was amused by something.

"I take it this has happened before?" She asked him, her arms crossed over her chest. A brow quirked which only made him grin.

"Plenty of times, but never this much." He took the note Bra had made of all the things that needed to be done and rummaged through the desks drawers. He took out what looked like a badge to her and looked through a throng of CD's and Floppy Disks.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking through to see if we'll need a Floppy Disk to make a copy of the grades. It seems that Mr. Laman has forgotten to remind me of taking the disk to the library and get all of the student class records printed out."

"Imagine that." She didn't sound amused.

"I know." Goten took another blank sheet and rewrote the list with a note at the end. "Here," he handed it to his new partner and brushed his hand through his mussed hair.

She read and reread the list and sighed. This was going to be a very long afternoon. She wondered if Trunks was going to worry if she didn't get home before 6. Still, she didn't know but she was sure it wouldn't take that long with both of them working together.

Goten outlined the plan. "I'll finish with the last test and start inputting in the grades into the computer program. You'll have to go to the library and see if all of Mr. Laman's supplies are ready and ask the librarian for a Floppy or CD disk that I'll use to make a copy of the program and then we'll have to take it back after it's finished to print." He looked around the room and the table they had been working by side by side. "While that takes it's sweet time to print we'll be able to organize this desk and room somewhat."

Bra gave him a mock salute, clicking her heels. "Yes, sir."

"Don't mock," still he smiled at her effort of lightening up the moment. "We have enough to do without distractions."

"What distractions?" She asked as she disappeared out of the class toward the hallway.

Goten let out a deep breath and went to the table. So much to do, and so little time on the day. If it wasn't that Mr. Laman's obvious distraught memory was because of his wife's pregnancy, Goten would truly say that the man had no brain at all.

A pixie's head emerged in his line of sight. Bra's head appeared at the door. "Sorry for this stupid question but which way do I turn at the main office to get to the library?" She seemed shy all of a sudden.

"Still can't get the school plans straight?" He asked with a devilish glint in his eye.

"Don't laugh at me." She answered defensively. "Everyone gets lost at this maze."

"True, true," he still grinned though. "But it's amusing all the same."

"It wouldn't be if I broke my umbrella on your head." She clarified.

"You wouldn't do that." After saying the last word he interpreted her face. This girl had an underlying thrill of uneasiness that only made him more curious.

"Just ask my brother."

She was utterly serious. He could tell she was. He practically broke in deep sweat as her assessing look observed his body from head to toe. "Left."

Her lips turned upwards, a serene smile placed on her last scowling picture. "Thanks." And she disappeared once more.

She played with someone one minute. Turned shy the next, threatened to break objects to people's heads and managed to smile in a way that made you feel at peace. Just what kind of girl was she? One very complex and very desirable.

Bra walked down the hallways of her new school. Turned automatically as she passed the main office and continued on her way. She could not believe that she had acted that way with a boy she barely knew. And one that she found very attractive nonetheless. There had to be some rules in how things are supposed to be approached in these kind of situations.

Breaking into a slight run, she passed all the hallways to the other side of the school at a great speed. She entered the library, almost running into another female student that had just appeared at the entrance with her.

"Sorry," Bra mumbled, her head clearing from the sudden stop.

"Don't worry about it," dismissing it, Bra moved inside, the door held open by the other person. A smile, and she was forgotten.

Ms. Almac only had to look at her to smile at her state. "What can I do for you?"

Taking a breath, Bra held out the list that Goten had outlined and started to explain it all. The librarian nodded comprehending and let out a sigh of her own.

"I'll go back here to see how much of those tools are reserved for Mr. Laman." Bra nodded, simply waiting.

"I'll be here." There was nothing else she could do for now. She walked out of the storeroom that they were in and into the library itself and gasped. Her worst nightmare pushed the door open. She didn't need him not to bother her. Seeking shelter, she bolted right behind another girl that had entered the room and closed the door in the same agitated manner as she had done.

They booth stood silent, waiting for the person they were hiding from to pass by. The side was recognizable. It was the same girl she had almost bumped into just minutes before. Footsteps sounded and the girl before her placed her hands on her mouth to discern her laughing. She didn't want to be found.

"I could have swore that I had seen her," Shiron's voice slipped through the closed doors. "I must be seeing things." The footsteps continued and silence reigned from then on.

"I know who I'm hiding from," Bra broke the ice as the other girl calmed her almost outburst of laughter.
"Who was it?" The girl asked as they both emerged from their closed quarters to the light again.

"Him," Bra responded. "You?"

"Him as well," replied in similar. Now that she could focus her vision, Bra noticed her appearance. She had a badge of visitor strapped to her neck.

"Why?" Bra asked. "For all I know he's bothering only me."

"It's a long story," she took in Bra's uniform and then remembered. "You're the girl who almost ran me over some minutes ago." She looked to where Shiron had disappeared. "You weren't running from him by any chance? I could picture Shiron as many things but not a stalker."

"He's not," Bra giggled at the image she must have made earlier. She was a disaster to the composed girl. "But a throughout pest."

"True." She extended her hand, a friendly smile on her lips. "My name is Karen."

"I'm Bra." They both started walking to the main library corridor once again. "What are you doing in our school?" She asked politely.

"I'm starting here tomorrow." Karen began. "So I came to give the school and the teachers the once over to not be surprised tomorrow."

"Well, welcome. I really appreciate you not laughing right then and blowing our cover Karen," Bra grimaced. "Shiron can be very persistent when he has someone to prey on."

"Um," Bra sensed that her new acquaintance had wanted to say something in return but stopped herself. Just why was this girl acting this way? Both stopped at the desk, hearing the clutter of objects being moved in the background. "I never pictured him to be a skirt chaser."

"He isn't from what I've gathered," Bra corrected the impression. "It's just that he doesn't take no for an answer."

"Now that sounds like him," Karen chuckled. She shook her head in animosity. "But nice to meet you Bra." With a wave, Karen moved through the bookshelves and disappeared once again from her sight.

"Strange," she murmured. Minutes later she grimaced at all of the bags that kept appearing in front of her. It seemed that Mr. Laman was to keep all of the tools until the faculty would have their meeting.

MS. Almac grimaced right alongside her. "You're going to need some help." The librarian moved out of the way again. Bra just wanted to get out of this place. The mouse wanted out.

Scarcely a minute passed before she returned. "I've sent one of my helpers to get someone to help. Just take one of the bags and everything else will be sent right behind."

"Thank you." Bra said in the most heartfelt way she could. "Goten and I will be back in maybe less than an hour to print the grade reports."

"I'll be waiting." Ms. Almac disappeared at the stairs to the second level of the library and Bra took a bag full of papers and left.

10 MINUTES LATER

"All I am going to say is someone take pity on us." Bra almost growled as she finished her sentiment. "I can not believe this."

"Believe it," Goten's hands made their way to his hair once again. "I think I prefer to be hit by your umbrella than do all of this work."

"Papers and computers," Bra said in a tone that would have frozen anyone in their tracks.

"Is this Mr. Laman's class?" Karen entered the room with one bag in one hand and a CD and floppy disk on the other.

"It is," Goten and Bra replied as Karen settled the bag with the other that already occupied the room.

"Good," she flexed her wrist, a scowl on her face. "Those papers weight a ton."

She looked up and her face brightened as she saw Bra. "Hey, how many times have we seen each other today? This is too much of a coincidence." Karen threw her head back and hand combed part of her hair. It almost swayed the ground.

"I know," Bra stood and approached her. "Thank you Karen."

"Don't worry," she smiled at the other person in the room. She focused in his eyes, his side face and his hair. A flicker of recognition flashed through her eyes for a second, but not fished out by the others. "Hello." She looked smug.

"Hi," Goten smiled in return, not really knowing what to expect.

"The other bags will be here shortly." She seemed to take sometime to remember something. "Trunks and Uub will be bringing in the rest."

"Thanks again." Bra waved as Karen disappeared down the hallway. Something always came up. She waved back and dispelled.

Bra turned and observed Goten. He seemed to be lost in thought. She didn't know if people ever noticed that she liked to read people's expressions. She had seen the recognition in Karen's eyes of Goten, but he in return hadn't remembered. He seemed to be trying to connect a loose end. And Karen knew Shiron from what she had accumulated, for a long time now. Although it seemed as if they hadn't really been acquainted in the last years. A separation.

Goten dropped out of his thoughts to see Bra herself absorbed in her own. He was sure she didn't know that her face was really expressive. She was confused. Answers she was seeking, that much was obvious to him.

He would have liked to spend more time talking to her. He really wanted to know more about her. She seemed so different with so many personalities that he was curious for more. How could he not? She was a very interesting person.

Footsteps in the hallway gained her attention once again. She blushed as his apparent reprisal of herself and turned to see her brother and Uub come to the hallway and right toward the class.

Goten stood right beside her. Trunks looked to his sister and the person beside her and his expression hardened. It seemed to Goten that Bra had a protective brother whether she knew it or not.

"Alone sis, I never would have thought it."

"We're working." She explained, her cheeks coloring. It seemed that her brother liked to tease her as he smiled at her response.

Just as quickly his measuring gaze turned to Goten and looked him up and down. Not giving anything away, both guys entered the room. Uub seemed to be grinning like an idiot.

Just another day in Goten's life... Just another day.



This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
I live a thousand lives each one with you right by my side

but yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll never have a chance


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Took long enough, but the second chapter is finished. This is a tricky fan fiction to me. Wait for the next chapter...

Later...

Moon Star