Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Annoyed and Upset ( Chapter 2 )

Guess who's back? Back again! Teengohanluva4eva's back! Tell a friend! Sorry but Eminem is just SO cool. Anyhoo, I'm back and have chapter two all ready and waiting to be read. I like this one better than the other chapter and it has Gohan in it! Woohoo! There was bit of a mistake in the previous chapter. Gohan's not just a chemistry teacher, he's a science teacher so it's chemistry, biology and physics all in one. Please review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have not yet been smited so either Lord Akira Toriyama likes the story I have conjured up with his characters, or he hasn't seen it yet. Hmm…I wonder which one it is??????

"…then I looked him straight in the eye and I said…"

"Mr Briefs! Maybe you could tell me when the Yoshinogari settlement was built?"

"Well it depends, sir," Trunks said with a smirk. "Were you alive then?"

"No, Mr Briefs, I wasn't!" the tired old man muttered, sitting on the edge of his desk, eyeing Trunks with his usual distaste.

"Mmm, then it must have been at least one million BC!"

The class burst into hysterics and Trunks grinned around, lolling on his chair with an air of arrogance. The man at the front of the class's face turned purple and he seemed to have trouble speaking. "M - M - Mr Briefs! Get out of my classroom now!"

Trunks held his hands up in defense. "Calm it, sir, was I a couple years out or summit?"

"GET OUT!"

Trunks collected his bag and began to stroll out of the room, flashing his smile to the row of girls at the desks at the front who almost fainted with pleasure.

"And I'll see you tonight for an hour long detention, Mr Briefs!"

"You'll have to wait a few hours behind Mr Kinomoto and Miss Syria." The other kids chortled at the comment and the older man's face grew darker. "Just for that, Mr Briefs,' he grated out. "I'll have an a thousand word essay on the ancient settlement of Yoshinogari which was built in about three hundred BC for tomorrow as well!"

"Can I have an extension please, sir? I have a detention tonight."

Rushing out of the room followed by choruses of laughter and yelling Trunks turned down the hall to his locker. He knew his mom was going to kill for getting three detentions in his first three lessons on the first day but it was worth it. It's what school was all about! Having fun! Turning in his combination he opened his locker and pulled out his chemistry books, his next class was only in a few minutes anyway. He wondered whether he should give Goten a call, but he thought against it, knowing Goten wouldn't appreciate it. He may be able to get into trouble without getting too much hassle from his mother but he knew it was a different kettle of fish for Goten.

Suddenly sensing a presence Trunks turned to see his science teacher wrestling with about a dozen books, a bag, and what appeared to be a tank with a fish skeleton in it. Trunks grinned and, shutting his locker, rushed over to give a hand.

"Need any help, sir?"

Gohan looked over the edge of his pile of books and grinned down at the youth. "Hey, Trunks! Yeah, could you just hold these for me?"

"Sure," Trunks agreed, taking the pile of books out of the older man's hands. "What the Hell is that?"

"What? Oh this?" He laughed as Trunks screwed up his face to the item in the tank. "It's a Gyorg. We're studying it in today's class."

"Oh," Trunks murmured, not really caring at all.

"Why aren't you in class?"

Trunks sighed. That's all he needed, a little discussion with Son Gohan about responsibility and self discipline! "I got kicked out."

When Gohan didn't say anything Trunks looked up at him out of the corner of his eye. He had his polite but disapproving face on. Trunks' face fell, knowing Gohan was disappointed in him, but then he felt angry. Why the Hell should he care if Gohan didn't approve of his antics? He was, after all, just his best friend's older brother, his science teacher.

"Yes, well, then you have no excuse to be late for my class," Gohan smiled, attempting a little light humor. Trunks looked across at him and frowned. Gohan caught his expression and grinned. "Last year I seem to remember you being late for that math's class I took for the afternoon. You walked in half way through with some crackpot excuse that you had to take a phone call about your sick grandmother's hospital arrangements!"

Trunks smiled fleetingly. "I didn't realise you were in the room, otherwise I would've said summit else."

Gohan grinned and moved his hands about so he could heave his bag onto his shoulder. With this sorted he turned to the lavender haired teen. "Could you come to class with me, I don't think I can hold the books as well. I was setting my limits a little too high with those."

"Sure."

The two demi-Saiyan's started off down the empty corridor in silence and Trunks took this time to survey the older man. He looked tired, too tired. His divorce from his wife of ten years had started to take its toll. His eyes were slightly blood shot, like he hadn't slept in a while, the bags under his eyes were heavy and dull. His hair - unbelievable as it sounds - was even more messy than usual. He had heard from Goten that Gohan was sleeping in some hotel after refusing to move back home and, from the looks of it, it didn't look like he was sleeping or even living properly anymore. His clothes were creased and Trunks saw that he yawned every ten seconds. Compassion for the man swept over Trunks like a tidal wave of emotion. He had grown up around Gohan and now he just had to stand back and watch his life turn to shit.

"Gohan?" Trunks mumbled as they entered the classroom. Gohan placed the tank carefully on his desk before turning to him with a ready Son smile on his face. "Yes, Trunks?"

"Are you - I mean - are you okay?"

Trunks saw the smile flicker before Gohan could stop it. "Course it is! Why shouldn't it be?"

The question hung in the air between them, the answer already known. Trunks sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's just… you seem tired."

"Well so would you be after a weekend of trying to make sure your teaching schedule's up to scratch!"

Observing Gohan's attempt to pretend everything was fine in the world Trunks too put on a fake smile. "Okay, Gohan…" The bell suddenly went and Trunks turned away. "I'd better get out of here. Dende knows what it would do to my rep if I was seen in class before the bell went. See ya in a few minutes!"

Gohan smiled as the youth walked out of the classroom. He decided he wouldn't be hard on Trunks if he was late. After all, you're only young once and Trunks didn't need him on his back as well as the pressure of adolescence.

Ten minutes later and Trunks was still not back. Gohan scowled and decided he wasn't going to wait any longer for him. Fair enough he didn't want to be seen early for a lesson - Dende forbid! - but ten minutes into the lesson when all the rest of the pupils were here was just pushing it. Well…Gohan glanced around the class…there was one other person missing.

"Okay class, settle down!" The students immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to face him. "I think we'd better crack on. Now! Today we aren't doing anything to strenuous as even I was your age once and I didn't want to do anything on the first day, especially a load of writing…" Waiting until the round of clapping had died down he continued with a grin. "Thank you. Today we will be, instead, looking at the Gyorg, which is an endangered fish found only in the rivers of Rit…"

He cut off as the door flung open and Trunks came swaning in with his arm wrapped around a pretty brunette's waist. She was giggling uncontrollably, and he too was chuckling, until they saw Gohan's face. Trunks swallowed his smile and tried to look apologetic. "Sorry, Mr Son I was…"

"Believe it or not, Mr Briefs, I don't not care nor wish to hear your petty excuses. Just sit down and expect extra homework tonight!"

Trunks' mouth dropped open briefly before he scowled and took his seat near the back of the class. Gohan's mouth tightened. So he had expected his tardiness to be dropped just because we got along before class, well he's got another thing coming if he expects an easy ride with me. "Now, Mr Briefs, Miss Gyra, I was just explaining about the Gyorg. Where was I? The Gyorg is found only in the rivers of Ritituee. It is now an endangered species due to the increase of pollution that falls into the streams and there is the fact that it is a sacred animal to the tribes of the Kowachichi. Every year the Kowachichi priest replaces the tribes own living Gyorg that he places in a wooden tub in their version of a church with a new one as these fish only live for a year from the time they hatch to the time they die."

Trunks sat at his desk and grumpily fished his beeper from his pocket. Like he was going to sit there and listen to Gohan go on about some bony fish like it was important! Keying in a quick message he glanced around to see if Gohan had noticed but he was just going on about some sacred animal.

Goten struggled to keep awake as Mr Kinomoto droned on about something to do with quadratic equations. Goten knew he didn't really have the intelligence to understand half of this stuff and he knew Trunks had promised him a job at Capsule Corp. once he had left school so he didn't really see the big deal in attending classes like these, but he also knew his mom would flip if he cut classes. His attention, surprisingly, began to wander and settled on a blonde that was fluttering her eyelashes at him. He grinned and winked at her. The girl giggled and, pursing her red lips in his direction, blew him a kiss. Goten had known the girl had been interested in him for a while but he hadn't known for sure until now. He was about to start flexing his muscles, something he knew drove the girls' wild, when he felt a vibration in his trousers. He almost squealed in shock. Okay, this was something new! Realising, after a few panicked seconds, that it was just his beeper he drew in a few deep breaths before stealthily drawing it from his pocket. Holding up a finger to indicate he would be done in a second to the slightly curious girl he read the message.

"Woz l8. Yo bro gave h/w. Bastard!"

Goten shook with silent laughter and keyed in a response.

Trunks smiled as his beeper vibrated to say it had received a message and checked around before answering. But Gohan was still going on about that damned fish and its eating habits.

"Tuff shit. Y l8? Mathz iz crap!"

Grinning he responded to his best mate.

Goten sent a silent message over to the blonde hoping to score her number. She looked quickly at the teacher who was seemingly absorbed in his discussion and mouthed the number over to him. Grinning he wrote it down just before he started vibrating again.

"1 wrd. MONICA!"

Goten's mouth dropped in shock and envy. The blonde had seemed to return her attention to the lesson now she had given her number but Goten wasn't too bothered. He'd gotten what he wanted.

Trunks read Goten's message with a smile.

"U lucky shit! H8 u! Woz she gud?"

He was about to type back when he heard…

"Well, well, Mr Briefs. What are we doing back here then?"

Trunks almost dropped the beeper in his attempt to hide it. "N - nothing sir!"

"Really?" Gohan said with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Then you have been listening to the whole of my discussion on the endangered Gyorg?"

"Yes, sir!" he answered immediately.

"Then, Mr Briefs," Gohan smiled. "Can you tell me why the rest of the class is surrounding my desk looking at the Gyorg yet you're still up here?"

Looking behind Gohan he saw that the rest of the lass were, indeed, down in front of him, around that annoying bony, shitty thing. Trunks blushed despite himself. "Sorry, sir,' he mumbled.

"You will be, Mr Briefs, now can you stop contacting Mr Son and grace us with your presence around the tank?"

Following Gohan down to the front Trunks slipped in besides Monica who gave him a pitying smile and took his hand but Trunks didn't really notice as he stood giving scathing looks to his teacher.

"And do you think I could be graced with your presence during lunch, Mr Briefs?"

Trunks gave him a look of utter dislike but said nothing so Gohan continued with his talk. "Now as you can see along the Gyorg's spine are sharp spikes that enable it to…"

The bell rang and Trunks collected his bag and attempted to disappear into the group of others but had no such luck.

"I would love to know where you're going, Mr Briefs," Gohan murmured softly, sitting on his desk, observing the disappearing crowd. Trunks trudged back and stood defiantly in front of Gohan, his arms crossed with a scowl on his face that scarily reminded Gohan of Vegeta. "Now, Mr Briefs I…"

"You can cut that shit out, Gohan! There's no need now."

Gohan surveyed Trunks through his thick, black rimmed glasses before taking them off and rubbing his tired eyes with his thumb and fore finger. "Trunks, my job is difficult enough as it is without you…"

"I know I did wrong, Gohan, and I'm sorry but I was just fed up! I thought you'd understand about that."

"Understand?" Gohan fidgeted about a little on the desk. "I should understand you were fed up? Trunks, could you please tell me what in the world could possibly make you fed up?"

"You gave me homework."

"I gave you homework." Gohan lolled his head back and Trunks realised how stupid his comment was. There was a reason Gohan had given him the homework after all.

"Trunks, you know the reason I gave you homework!"

"Yeah! Yeah! I know now so can I go already?"

"No, Trunks, you can't." Trunks could tell by the tightening of Gohan's face that he was in for it. Gohan got up and sat behind his desk. "You're going to do your homework right now in front of me where I can see you. Now get to work!"

"Goten, your brother's a slave driver!"

Goten looked up from his bed from where he was unpacking his school bag to smile sympathetically at his best friend. "Well,' he muttered, drawing out his notebook with the blondes number in. `I did tell you that, if you care to remember?"

"Yeah, I remember that but he seemed so cool from where I had stood before." Trunks collapsed on the bed and rubbed his face with his hands. "He had me in all lunch time, I'm starving!"

"Then go and raid me fridge whilst I ring Evette."

"Sure thing, got any egg rolls?"

"Can I live without them?" Goten smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling the phone onto his lap.

Trunks ran down the hall and slid down the banister, knowing he was safe as Chi-Chi was visiting Pan today. Bouncing into the kitchen he flung the fridge door open and his mouth pratically watered from the sight of bowls of rice, platters of meat and, indeed, a large plate topped with many egg rolls. Keeping a Saiyan from eating is not a particularly great idea when he's visiting your mothers house after school with an empty stomach and the plate was half gone in about ten seconds flat. Deciding it would be better if he closed the door and ate the rest of them at the table, Trunks rose and carried the plate over to the large dining table. He had barely laid the plate on the polished surface when who should walk in?

Trunks looked up to the dark eyes of his nightmare that had given him extra homework even after he had finished what he was set during lunch. Trunks did realise that maybe he shouldn't have muttered that he thought Gohan was a `tight fisted bastard' but then again he didn't think Gohan would hear him.

Placing his briefcase on the table in front of him Gohan then proceeded to gather a glass from the cupboard and fill it with juice, not saying a word to the teenage boy on the other side of the room. Trunks looked at Gohan's every move, watched his every movement and he suddenly remembered the tale his father had told him about Gohan, being only six years old, flying over to Namak and battling the most powerful warriors in the Universe at that time. He remembered being told about Gohan, being only eleven years old, defeating one of the most evil beings in existence when no one else could. Though he knew his father would die if anyone thought he liked anyone from `Kakarot's brain dead clan' but even he had spoken of Gohan with respect at these times. Trunks thought of these stories and then gazed at the man in front of him. The tired, drained, uptight, divorced science teacher in front of him. They couldn't be the same person, could they? He could actually picture an eleven year old Gohan, fighting desperately against the forces of evil, yet the guy draining a glass of orange on the other side of the kitchen couldn't even keep his marriage alive! What went wrong? When had he changed so much? Why had he changed so much? Trunks felt and almost sickly feeling enter his stomach and he knew it was his guilt. Gohan had been wife less for only five months and yet he was trying to put up an effort, make as if he's fine when Trunks knew he was dying on the inside. It didn't help with him being a smart arsed prick at every opportunity!

"Gohan?" he mumbled slowly and quietly.

Gohan turned his head sharply at the almost silent word and gazed at Trunks. He didn't expect to see what he saw. A humble looking Trunks. A guilt ridden looking Trunks. And, impossible as it seems, a sorrowful Trunks?

"I…I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time…in class I mean…"

Gohan watched the teen for a few seconds without saying anything then he smiled at him. "It's okay, Trunks," he whispered before clearing his throat. "I guess I was a bit hard on you too."

Trunks grinned and gestured the plate in front of him. "Want some?"

Gohan smiled back and crossed the room to pick one up. "Maybe just one."

"So…are we good?" the lavender haired teen asked hesitantly, not meeting Gohan's eyes.

"Yeah, Trunks, we're good."

Trunks smirked and took a bite out his roll. "Does this mean no homework?"

Gohan sat down and picked up another roll smiling broadly. "Yes it still means homework. You were right. I am a tight fisted bastard!"

Trunks laughed long with the older man who looked around the kitchen and leaned back to gaze into the living room. "Where's my mom?"

Trunks' smile lessened and he bit his bottom lip. "Um…she's gone…gone to see…Pan…"

Gohan immediately stopped smiling and swallowed whilst nodding before smiling again. "Well that's good. Pan told me she was…she told she was missing her Grandma. Well I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow, Trunks. Complete with homework!"

Trunks smiled brightly in an attempt to cheer him up. "Sure thing, Gohan. Consider it already done!"

Gohan smiled down at him as he stood up. "Knowing you, I really doubt it!"

After Gohan left, Trunks finished the rolls, saving a couple for Goten, washed the plate and climbed the stairs to Goten's bedroom. Stopping outside the room he listened in whilst Gohan was still on the phone. He struggled to keep his mouth shut at Goten attempted to chat up the girl on the other line in an extremely corny way! He waited until there seemed to be a gap in the conversation before waltzing into the room and falling on the bed in a fainting fashion.

"Oh, Goten! Goten! Take me now!" he sighed in a high pitched voice.

The faint buzz on the other end of the phone made by the girls voice suddenly stopped and Goten gave a look to Trunks that reminded him of the looks his father gave Goku.

"Who was that!?!" trunks heard the girl screech down the phone.

Goten swallowed and started to sweat. "That was - er - that was Trunks, my best friend? You know him."

"Oh my God! You're gay!?!"

"No! No, I'm not! No wait!" But the line had already cut dead. Goten replaced the receiver slowly, he placed it on his bedside table and slowly turned to Trunks who was at in a fit of silent laughter. "I'm going to kill you," Goten said quietly. "I am going to kill you slowly and painfully and cut you up into such tiny little pieces even your dad couldn't even find you. Now! Five - four - three - two…"

Trunks leapt up and sprinted out of the room followed quickly by a yelling, cursing, angry Goten. Yes. This had turned out to be a good day after all.

Did we like? Didn't we? Aw well if ya didn't but GREAT if ya did. Is that reviews I see flying in? Well we'll see won't we. Chapter three coming soon and this one had half a lemon in it…or really heavy lime…whatever you want to call it but poor Trunks has a bit of a shock. See ya soon!!!!