Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Tired and Bitter ( Chapter 4 )

Hello all you happy people!!!! Chapter four is up and running!! Sorry for taking so long but my father thought it'd teach me to clean my room properly if he took my lap top off me for a week!!! Hate him!!! So I've spent this glorious Sunday morning typing up this chap for you ppl and sacrificing my much needed sunbathing. You have no idea how white I am! It's embarrassing!!! N e hoo! I'M HAPPY!!! HAPPY! HAPPY! HAPPY! I LOVE Bakajack, leelee and Mistress Goku!!!! You guys are the coolest ppl in existence! Yes you are!! Turning on my pc and seeing I have FOUR reviews for my story really made my day!! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Yes I am English and DAMN proud of it! Is it that noticeable? Anyway I better shut me mouth now and let you read my story that I'm enjoying more and more each time I write. LUV YOU ALL!!

Disclaimer: Now it's been about a month now and his highship Lord Akira Toriyama hasn't sent me any death threats and I haven't seen any severed heads in my bed so I'm getting pretty lucky. But just in case I'll keep saying I don't own Dragonball Z cos luck can run out!

Gohan gave a tight-lipped smile to an odd couple that passed him on the corridor as he was locking his room door. The man was at least fifty years older than the tarty blonde that gave him a flirty smile walking saucily past him. He wasn't in the mood to be polite to them as they'd kept him awake all night with the sound of the loud and, by the noise they were making, extremely kinky sex session.

He pretended to be checking his briefcase for papers until they had disappeared down the stairs. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep since they'd shacked up together a week ago and he had almost had enough! He tiredly walked down the stairs seriously wondering whether he should take up his mother's offer to stay at his childhood home. His pride had stood in the way of him agreeing at first but he had never known desperation like this. The desire to phone in sick and spend the day dozing on his cheap, two-inch thin mattress was almost overwhelming.

Nodding to the receptionist Gohan realised that when he'd had the minimal sleep his worrying mind would allow him, he'd stay awake and watch some corny daytime television all alone. No, he decided, turning his collar up against the strong wind, he needed the company. He needed to be doing something and keeping his mind off the knowledge that the courts had decided that he and Videl had joint custody to Pan once he found a proper home. Of course to Videl this meant she had full custody and Gohan could have supervised visits every other weekend! Gohan gritted his teeth and drew to a halt in the middle of the path, people just passing him by as if he wasn't there. He wasn't a violent man, he had enough control on his temper to know that, but he'd never had the urge to scream, bite and kick at Videl for taking his child away from him. He was one of the strongest fighters in the Universe, godammit! He could physically take Pan if he wanted to, but he knew sooner or later the little girl would want her mother back. Little girls needed their mothers more than anyone. Even if their mother is a self-absorbed bitch taking a vacation from running Hell. He could understand only visiting weekends until he had a place of his own, but them being supervised! Videl always being in the same room, never being allowed to take his own daughter out to the park, or out for McDonalds!

Starting to slowly wander down the road again Gohan calmed himself down. If he went into school with his temper at an all time high he'd just be sent right back home again. Home? He thought bitterly. Would he ever be able to say that word again and feel the warm, safe feeling he felt when he was a child? Knowing that when he went out that was a definite place for him to return with people who wanted him there?

The school came into sight and Gohan breathed a sigh of relief. He hated walking to work in the morning, it always gave him too much time to think. But the ten minutes was nothing compared to the sleepless hours that came every night. He'd lost count to how many times he'd cried himself to half a night's rest. Walking through the gates and staring up at the high white walls to where he had once attended as a pupil he had the stupidest sensation to act five years old again and cry for his daddy. He missed his father greatly. No matter how shit things got, Goku was always there for him. Gohan looked to the sky. Where was he now?

"Professor Son!"

Snapping out of his trance like state, Gohan turned to look at a woman dressed in a short bottle green dress with highlights in her ginger hair to match waving over to him. Oh man! He thought giving a polite smile back. The schools literature teacher wasn't exactly the coy type when it came to chatting to the timid demi-Saiyan. Gohan had `accidentally' seen enough of her breasts and thighs to last him a lifetime. Though the young woman was extremely beautiful, she was far to brazen for his liking.

"Gohan!" she breathed, coming to halt next to him, looping her arm through his. "You're rather late today. Lesson's start in an hour and you haven't seen the headmaster about that little trip you're planning."

Gohan almost swore out loud. He'd booked a meeting with the guy twenty minutes ago and he'd completely forgotten about it!

At his face the woman smiled. "Don't panic, Gohan, you silly. I told him you'd phoned to move it forward half an hour because of traffic." She giggled. "He needn't know you walk to work!"

"Lowela! You are a life saver!" Gohan laughed, trying to disentangle himself from her grasp.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. You can take me out to dinner tonight to thank me!"

Gohan almost stopped in mid step and swore again but managed to carry on as normal. "Er - I'll speak to you later about that!" he called back over his shoulder.

"Mind you do, cuteness!"

Knocking on the office door Gohan waited for the gruff "come in" before opening the door and walking into the spacious room. He noticed the small man with greying hair and moustache was standing by the wide bay window staring out at the magnificent view. The green stretching lawn, the mass of flowerbeds, the elms and sycamores in their bright green finery.

"Mr Son. I received your message from Miss Grenala."

"I'm glad," Gohan answered, hiding a smile.

"Kindly take a seat, Mr Son," he commanded, "and lets get on with what we're both here for."

He had waved Gohan in the direction of the huge mahogany desk that stood with its back against the window the Headmaster was currently standing at. Once Gohan was seated, though, he proceeded to settle himself in the green leather swivel chair on the other side of the desk.

"Now, Mr Son," he started with a brisk and professional voice. "I understand you wish to take your science class out for a field trip. Where was it to again?"

"A field."

Gohan watched the older man look at him from over his half-circle shaped glasses. He could see how absurd his idea sounded when you merely state that you want to take a high school class out to a field, and couldn't repress a smile.

"I - see." Gohan saw his mouth twitch in amusement. "And the purpose of this trip?"

"It's for a biology lesson I'm planning. I want the students to actually see the plants and animals I'm talking about instead of staring at the pages of a book."

The old man didn't say anything but neither did he look disapproving of any of his idea's, so encouraged he went on.

Gohan sat down to his lunch later on that day looking decidedly pleased with himself. He'd had an excellent morning! His classes had all gone perfectly. He was sitting down to a huge, home-made lunch his mother had made him take the other day. He hadn't seen Lowela Grenala to talk about their `dinner date' and he'd had permission to take his favourite class out into nature. He knew exactly where he'd take them. Up into the mountainous fields where he had grown up as a child with his best friend in the world. Thinking of the tall, green man brought a smile to Gohan's face. Thinking of the many years they'd talked, trained and ate together made it grow. He hadn't smiled like this in months, he really should get together with his old friend! Gohan laughed, thinking how hilarious it would be if he saw Piccolo on his day out, the faces of his students as they gazed upon the serious Namek.

"Care to share the joke, bro?"

Gohan looked to his left as his younger brother entered the room. He smiled and put the bottle of water he was holding back on his desk. "Aw, it's nothing, Goten. Just thinking."

"Not my place to ask then!"

Goten crossed the room and sat on the wooden desk. He glanced at the stacks of food littered next to him and grinned. "You ain't half a pig, Gohan!"

Gohan smiled, picked up his sandwich and was about to take a bite when he saw his brother's eyes dart about, looking at him, then his board, which still had details on sex ed on there. Gohan hated those lessons. The girls would blush and giggle a lot and the blokes would laugh and nudge each other, after a while it became extremely irritating. He then saw his eyes go to his sandwich and then out the window in the space of five seconds. Something was up.

"Goten?"

Jumping at least ten feet in the air before falling off the desk Goten yelped and hit his head on the sharp corner.

"Shit!"

Gohan laughed and, grabbing his arm, helped him back up. "You're so accident prone, little bro!" Goten scowled and stood up, refusing the offer of the desk again. "Did you want to talk about something?"

Goten nodded and looked out of the window. For a few seconds he watched the other boys play baseball, badly, and then sighed. "It…it's Trunks."

"Trunks?" Gohan was a little surprised. After his shock upon seeing Trunks spruced up like his future self, bringing all kinds of bitter sweet memories back, he hadn't thought about the boy once. Which was kind of strange since he usually thought about him quite a lot. Well, when you're stuck in a dingy room with nothing to do but think, he'd think about everybody at least twice. "Trunks? What's wrong with him? Is he ill?"

"Ill?" Goten thought for a moment. "Not really. He's just…he's just been acting really strange today."

"Strange?" Gohan looked at Goten from over his glasses. "What do you mean?"

"He's been really distant. Not telling me stuff. You see last night he - " Goten cut off abruptly. Should he tell Gohan? It's not that he didn't trust his brother, he just didn't know if Trunks wanted his private life told to everyone his best friend met that day.

"Last night he?" Gohan persisted. Usually he would laugh off Trunks acting strange but something about Goten's face made him think this wasn't the time.

"Okay, but you can't tell him I told you, and you can't tell anyone!" he added quickly. Gohan nodded and Goten gave a deep breath. "Last night he - well you know! - and today he won't tell me about it, he hasn't hardly said anything all day, he's avoiding Monica - that's the girl - and he keeps looking over his shoulder in the corridors."

Gohan grunted and took off his glasses. He was right. That behaviour wasn't like Trunks. So last night little Trunks eventually became a man? Gohan smiled but it soon turned into a frown. Monica? If it was the same Monica he was thinking of then Trunks must be in a hell of a state. Monica had a reputation for being the `love em n leave em' type. She probably told Trunks straight after that it didn't mean anything and that she'd never speak to him again or some shit like that. Compassion for his young friend immediately filled Gohan's chest and he closed his eyes briefly. "I wouldn't worry, Goten," he reassured him. "Trunks will be fine. He's just has some personal problems to deal with. He'll be back to normal in no time!"

Goten beamed, punching his palm. "Thanks, Gohan! I knew he was all right really. I just needed to make sure!"

"No problem. I've got him last lesson, I'll make sure he's okay."

Punching him lightly on the arm Goten turned to walk out the room. "Great! See you tonight, ya?"

"Sure!" Waiting until Goten had closed the door Gohan lifted his pork, bacon, sausage, lettuce, tomato, cucumber, onion and mayonnaise sandwich to his watering mouth.

DDDDDRRRR!!!

DAMMIT!!!! STUPID BROTHER!!!

Fifteen minutes into his last lesson and Trunks still couldn't enter the classroom. He was stood right outside the door, leaning against the wall. He'd had possibly the worst day of his entire life and he just couldn't walk into that room and make it into the next doomsday! What had he done to deserve this anyway? He had always been a good boy, he winged. When he was eight he'd helped out in the fight against Buu! He had to cope with being a teenager, no, he had to cope with being a half-human, half-Saiyan teenager whilst being the son of an over eccentric mother and - well - his father in general. Trunks thought he had enough problems so he could be rewarded in another way. But no. Dende obviously hated him for some reason.

That morning he'd had to go through a routine with his mother about why he was off last night, why he had overslept and was now late for school, why he didn't want any breakfast. She'd fainted by this point. He'd had Goten pestering him all morning about details, details, details! There are no details, he'd wanted to scream at him, because I ran away like a little girl and dreamt all night about screwing around with your brother on his desk in the middle of the lesson with everybody looking on whilst he rammed into me again and again!

He leaned his head back against the wall. He could hear Gohan's deep voice travelling through the door to him. He was talking about to someone about their finished poster. Trunks groaned. He should be helping Yaoiya with the project. What sort of a friend was he to leave him the lurch like that? He put his hand on the doorknob and then wrenched it back off again, sliding down the wall to crouch on the floor with his books clutched to his chest. He felt so confused. There had to be something wrong with him. He shook his head. That statement had been going around in his head ever since he got home the night before and he still had no answer for it.

He climbed to his feet. He had to go in sooner or later and it was time to face the music. He took three deep breaths, excuses spinning in his head as he turned the handle.

Trunks saw Gohan stop talking as he entered the room and the whole class went silent. How he wanted to curl up and die at that moment. He opened his mouth to stumble on some excuse when Gohan waved his hand.

"Just sit down, Mr Briefs."

Trunks swallowed, nodding and, avoiding all eye contact with Monica, climbed the stairs to the back row where Yaoiya looked relived he was back.

"Hey, man! Thought you'd left me for a while there."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Trunks smiled, glad to have someone to talk to who he didn't need to explain anything to. The class had resumed its natural chatter so Trunks sank into his seat and rested his cheek on his hand, his elbow on the desk.

"So where you been anyway?" Yaoiya asked, sticking a good replica of the Gyorg down in the center of the large green sheet. "I've been working my arse off thinking you weren't coming."

"Long story, cut short I was felt a little dizzy so I got some fresh air," he muttered, using one of the many excuses he'd made up. Quickly glancing at Yaoiya Trunks saw he'd swallowed his lie and so sat up more, leaning over to get a better look at the poster. "That's kinda good. You do art?"

"Yeah, I take art. But it's nothing like what I thought. We draw fruit!" he said in a sarcastic excited tone. "But wait! Next week we're drawing chairs!"

Trunks laughed and Yaoiya carried on with his drawing of the Gyorg's favourite food - Fireflies! Trunks started writing some facts straight from a textbook onto the sheet of paper. He wrote three long paragraphs before daring to look at Gohan. Instead of the tight leather trousers and the tight silk shirt Trunks had saw on him in his X-rated dreams last night, Gohan had a dark blue trouser suit with a crisp white shirt and a striped blue tie. It was pretty obvious that he was letting his mother, at long last, do his washing and ironing. He'd declined for weeks until even Vegeta had commented on the creases. Though it wasn't exactly figure hugging Trunks still couldn't stop staring. He looked so damn good, especially now Trunks had, just for a few minutes, said what the hell and let his eyes have the pleasure of gazing down at him. Gohan was an extremely attractive man, Trunks had even admitted that before he had started thinking indecent thoughts about him but now! Now he seemed to be a God!

The bell, for the tenth time that day, brought Trunks rudely back to reality from his daydreaming. He looked at Yaoiya who was hurriedly packing his bag. "I've gotta run, meeting Hiyrday! Take this to Professor Son, won't ya? See ya tomorrow!"

Trunks tried to call him back but he'd already fled the room, nearly everyone had left and Monica was nowhere in sight. Seems she's as embarrassed as I am, he thought, picking up his bag and the A3 sheet, he slowly made his way down the steps.

Trunks tried to just dump the paper and run but Gohan called him back.

"Hey Trunks! A quick word?"

His heart pumping a thousand beats a second he turned back, his curtains falling over his eyes. "Sure," he croaked, damning himself for sounding so pathetic.

Gohan sat on his desk and stared at Trunks for a few seconds before answering. He did look worried and confused, Gohan thought, crossing his arms and sighing. "Are you okay?" Startled by the tone of his voice Trunks could only nod. Gohan nodded with him and then smiled, standing up he patted Trunks on his shoulder. Trunks whimpered and stood rigid, not daring to even breathe. "I knew you'd pull through. Don't worry. Whenever something like that happens always know there's some out there who you can turn to. I'm here for you Trunks, not just as a teacher, something more, you know?"

Trunks' mouth gaped open. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? Of course he wasn't! Trunks scolded himself. He meant as a friend, an ear to talk to and a shoulder to cry on. Noble, brave, flawless Son Gohan was there for everybody, not just him! Trunks scowled. "Sure, whatever!"

Watching Trunks sprint out of his classroom Gohan stared unbelievably after him. What had he said? That boy was getting stranger and stranger every time he met him! Gohan shook his head and picked up an eraser and wiped his board clean. Maybe he should talk to Bulma about him. He was his teacher as well as his friend so maybe it was for the best. But for now, he decided, if I don't eat my sandwich right now I'll die and if anybody dares interrupt me I'll fucking kill them!

"Hey there, stranger!"

Gohan carefully put down his sandwich to stare at Lowela Grenala. He gave her a twisted smile and took a deep breath.

Well that's it for another week! Hope you've enjoyed it so much you're gonna click on that little button right there and tell me how much you liked it….or hated it…let's hope it's not the latter. But as I've said criticism is noted. This fic is for you to read! So if you don't like something tell me so I can do summit about it to make it better for you!!! I'm going to France next Tuesday until Friday and then it's my friends B.day and I'm staying over cos we live at different sides of the country but I'll do my best to have the next chap up before the 25th which I think could be arranged. YAY!! Disneyland here I come!! See you all soon!! XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx