Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Every Five Minutes ❯ In The Begining ( Chapter 1 )

Every Five Minutes by xinnocentlyxguiltyx
Summary: A post-GT fiction. After Goku leaves for a final time we take a bit of insight into the minds of both generations the next more than the original.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Of course there are people employed to search through fanfics to see if I put my disclaimer or not and if I didn't they would file a law suit against a broke teenager that lacks a life. The so-and-so is listening to is Thea Critzea's, an awesome artist at mediaminer.org with the alias of LilCyborg.

xinnocentlyxguiltyx is listening to: Still Waiting by Sum 41

Son residence: Pan's bedroom: 4:58 AM: Pan

"Pan! It's time to wake up! Or else you're going to be late!"

"Mom! It's 5 in the morning!"

"Oh....really?"

"Yeah. Mom you have a big case today, don't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, you can go back to bed Panny."

"No, it's alright I have an early student council meeting anyway."

This is how a typical morning in my house is when mom has a big case. Yes, my mother, Son Videl, is a court room attorney. It's not really a shock since dad told me that mom isn't afraid to ask questions about anything plus she was on the debate team in high school for a short period of time. I say a short period of time because she flipped out too many times and got physical with the mediators. If my memory serves me well I remember it was six split lips, three broken noses, and one black eye. Even though it was a short time she was their MVP. It's a wonder they didn't sue her but I guess being the daughter of Mr. Satan has it's perks. Being the granddaughter of Mr. Satan ain't that bad.

I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, took a shower, and washed my hair as I do every single morning. As I walked out of the bathroom I looked at my self in the mirror and notice the changes that appeared in my body ever since the dragonball hunt. My hair is longer now an inch past my shoulders and I used to be about 4' 11' and now I'm 5' 3'. I think I inherited Grandpa's genes. According to Grandma Chichi and Aunt Bulma Grandpa was really short when he was my age but by the time he was 15 or 16 he was huge and not that bad looking either. When it comes to looks I've been slightly insecure especially when I have friends like Bura and Marron who in comparison to me are beauty queens, plain and simple. The area I've always been quite mediocre in was my chest size. Of course that finally caught up with me I'm not huge but it's in proportion to my body. I am very proud to say I have moved from a no cup to a borderline B-cup thank you very much. I threw on some jeans followed by my soccer jersey and the orange bandana that graced my head everyday. Anytime our team has a big game we have to wear our jersey to school to pump up for the game. Today it's us against the Red Ribbon Academy, one of our biggest rivals. After taking a final look at myself I run downstairs where my father is currently wait to drop me off.

"Pan, are you ready to go?" my dad asks me as I descend from the stairwell.

"Yes Dad," I replied.

"So...Bura is holding another meeting today?" he asked while he started to grab his briefcase and papers.

"Yep," I replied as I grabbed a raisin bagel from the fridge. Never mind make that the whole package.

Oh yeah I should mention that Bura is the president of student council this year. She always wanted to have that position for senior year since she was in 8th grade. I'm just the sophomore class president so I have my own share to do but nothing near what Bura has to. While I'm explaining that my father teaches the honors history classes for the seniors at Orange Star High School. I don't mind it that much but I hope I don't have him senior year not only because he's my dad but from what I hear from Bura he's one of the most demanding teachers in school. I think Grandma really rubbed off on him.

Car rides with my father are very quiet. He's asks me questions about what I'm doing in school and stuff like that. If he doesn't ask we ride in complete silence unless he lets me listen to the radio. Once we arrived in the parking lot and I got out my dad said, "Good luck with the game."

"You know I don't need any luck," I said.

He sighed and said, "Ok, just don't hurt the other team too bad."

I chuckled and responded, "You know me."

Dad could only reply with, "I do and that's what I'm afraid of."

It was about 7:00 now and our president was no where to be found. The other officers were getting restless. By 7:15 Bra walked in with her hair sopping wet but of course looking like the most fashionable girl in school from the flared, red denim jeans to the long leather jacket.

"Sorry guys but my car wouldn't start this morning and it took forever to get my brother to let me borrow his," she explained. Scattered it's okay's echoed throughout the room.

"Great now the first order of business is school spirit week, this is only a month away. So as of now we are kicking it off with twin day on Monday, then pajama day on Tuesday, Wednesday is performance day and just as a reminder performance day is when a group of singers, dancers, comedians, etc from each grade performs for the school. Thursday is the football game which is teachers versus the students. Finally on Friday is the Homecoming dance and parade but before that is the final soccer game of the season. Any questions?" she asked as she tried to get her badge on her jacket.

"Uh... Bura," said the freshman class president, " I think you forgot about the teacher sundae."

"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me Kylie. By the way on Monday we are having 8 huge jars placed in the cafeteria. Each jar is going to have a teachers name on it and all through spirit week kids are going to place loose change in the jar of the teacher they want to become a human sundae," she explained. The meeting continued for about half an hour more until the warning bell for home room rang. While everyone was leaving Bura pulled me over to the side and asked if she could talk to me alone for a few minutes.

"Big game today I gather," Bura said while looking at my clothes.

"Yeah,"I told her.

"I can't believe you actually joined the boys' varsity soccer team,' she said.

"Well," I said as I shrugged my shoulders, "they needed me 'cause you know they had such a horrible losing streak last season and the girls aren't competitive enough for me, you of all people should know that."

"Of course, so do you want to come over my house this weekend? Trunks isn't going back to his apartment until next week." she said with a wink.

"Shut up! Besides I don't like him like that anymore! "I whispered harshly.

Actually I'm not sure if that part is a lie or if it's really the truth. You when you think you've finally gotten over that certain someone after not seeing them for a long time and then you see them again and you fall head over heels for 'em. Yeah of course you do and it happens all the time for me. Guess what else? It really sucks.

"Whatever, so are you coming or not?" she asked me.

"Yeah but I'll ask my parents after the game," I replied.

"Good and before I forget I saw your dad in the hallway on my way to the meeting. He said that he wanted to talk to you after school. It was something about your Grandma and it didn't sound like he was happy about it. I don't think anything bad happened but it sounds serious and it concerns you," Bra told me.

"Ok, thanks for telling me." After I said that the bell rang and we both rushed to class but I couldn't help think about what was going on with Grandma.

Orange Star High School: Top Floor: Room 545: 8: 15 AM: Bura

Alright it's official my family sucks. This morning was a living hell starting with fact that I had absolutely no sleep last night thanks to my parents. It's wonderful that they have a healthy sexual relationship but freaking each other like jackrabbits in heat every other night is a bit much. It's not even like my bedroom is right next door but I still hear the screaming and the moaning. Sometimes I wish I could move in with Trunks in his apartment so I could get some sleep, at least he's not getting any. But if I moved in with him my life wouldn't get any better. I can't believe he wouldn't let me borrow his car. He knew mine broke down and he wasn't even going to need it to get to work because his office is still on the Capsule Corp. compound. I still took it any way I was late I didn't even have a chance to blow dry my hair or get that stupid OSH badge on. Now you maybe asking why the hell didn't I fly there so I'm going to answer with where would I land without being seen or asked numerous questions as to what I was doing and the second reason I didn't feel like it so sue me, I've got the cash. My dear Aunt Flow decided to come today and not to mention I almost hit a kid on the way to school thank Kami no one saw. When I got to school things started to ease up, the meeting went smoothly and I got Gohan's message to Pan. Of course Dende wasn't going to let me off that easily because I was late for history. When I got to the door I could tell Gohan was starting to discuss something and it sounded important so I just walked in.

"Bura, can you give a reason as to why you're late?"

"I'm really sorry Professor but unfortunately my car broke down and my brother was reluctant to let me borrow his."

He sighed before replying to my excuse, "Just go sit down. Now I have to repeat what I was talking

about having to do with the trip."

Our class was really excited about this because once you get into Orange Star high school the one of the things you can't wait for is the end of the year trip Gohan plans for our history classes. Last year his classes went to France for the French revolution unit. I wonder where we're going this year.

"This year my classes and Ms. Hestorri's classes are going to the United Kingdom and as an added bonus Hawaii because the music department's trip is the following week."

Holy shit! I knew this year was going to kick ass! Wow London and Hawaii for 10 days! Looking around I think it's safe to say that the rest of my class is just excited as I am.

"As you all can tell this trip is going to be rather expensive. If anyone is worried about the fees for the trips you should all thank Bura because Capsule Corp is funding our trip and a large portion of the music department's trip," right after Gohan had said that my classmates turned toward me and clapped which was embarrassing and nice at the same time. The rest of the class was ok. It's not like studying the Ming and Qing dynasties was all that exciting. My next class was going to be Chorus which wasn't all that much more exciting. I hope we aren't doing anything or had a sub. Well lucky me Miss Acapella is here to grace us with her presence. Don't get me wrong she's a nice lady but her class can get boring and she's a bit soft with her students.

"Alright today is a free day so you can talk quietly but first give me about 10 minutes of your time to explain some details about the trip in April. First of all I'm sure if you had a class with Dr. Son then you know that Capsule Corp has paid for a good percentage of our trip funds. However you guys have to pay a 420 zeni fee." This announcement earned groans from some of the class. Those who didn't had parents who were loaded.

"There's no reason to groan. The school is giving you the opportunity to pay off your fee with fund raisers so stop whining," She said, "We are going to go over the music for competition in Hawaii tomorrow. For those in show choir we finally have a new choreographer who is a graduate of OSH. Her name is Marron Kuri and she graduated with me about 8 years ago she has also agreed to be a chaperone as well as two more well known alumni, Son Goten and Trunks Briefs."

…Oh Kami…no…

Damn I really don't want him to be there. I don't need all my friends staring at him and telling me how lucky I am to have such a hottie living in my house. Whenever he's home for a little while they're always asking if when he sleeps there's a bulge in his pants and with no shame mind you. I swear …dirty whores. Now Goten on the other hand, he can come on my field trips anytime. Sometimes I wish he were my brother instead of Trunks, he's just soooo much cooler than the underwear wonder not to mention cuter, as in I would commit incest in a second. Oy! Big sigh…damn you Marron getting him before me. No I'm not bitter those two are so adorable together that seeing their kids may cause me to vomit. Interesting that Marron is the new choreographer considering she wasn't in show choir when she was here.

"Hey Bura!" I hear a voice call.

Yay! It's Kenechi, my only source of entertainment in this class. As it turns out Pan and I aren't the only kids with well known parents. Kenechi's mother had worked and still does sorta for Nigeria to other countries. When she announced her "retirement" they moved to Satan City.

"Hey Kenni, what's up?"I asked her.

"Ugh! I'm so unbelievably tired it's not even funny." She replied drowsily.

"Oh come on if you can't handle being a sophomore you're screwed for junior year." I chided. She simply flips me the bird and I laugh it off.

"You're still going to Panny's game, right?" I asked.

"What? Hell no screw Pan!"

I gave her a skeptical look.

"God I was joking, chill out. I am so happy I have off today so I can go." She said with elation.

"How is volleyball by the way?" I asked.

"Eh… it's all right. How's gymnastics, like it better than track?"

"Eh… it's alright much better than track though, at least there's a challenge there," I replied.

The sound of a bell dying abruptly cut off our conversation and told us to get our asses to our next class or get a one way ticket to an office detention with Toei-san. Damn I wish Toriyama-san was still our principle….

Kame House: Beach Property: 1:05 PM: Marron

Diary of an Outcast and Uncertain was my first published manuscript about a high school girl named Madison and her struggles through high school society. This novel is really an autobiography of my journey through the four circles of hell and how I wouldn't have survived if there hadn't been someone to catch me when I fell. Since I know you're all dying to know-

"Marron! What are you doing out here? Look at you your hair is soaking wet and it's freezing out here!" my father cried from the house.

"Daddy, it's only October it's not that cold yet!" I yelled back.

"Well come in anyway you have a phone call!" he screamed over the howling winds.

I ran in the house while trying to wring out my golden curls with my hands. It's interesting because I swear I wanted to rip out all of my blond hair just so the other girls would stop taunting me or the guys would stop trying to touch in their failed attempts to seduce me then run off. I picked up the phone hoping whoever had called didn't hang up on me.

"Hello, this is Marron may I ask who's speaking." I asked politely as I have been taught to do ever since I was 4 years old.

"Ewww, Maz why didn't you tell me you're our new choreographer!?!?" cried a very recognizable voice.

"Hi, Bura how are you?"

"I'm alright but Trunks is being an ass as usual."

"Oh poor you," I said sympathetically.

"Don't worry about it. I'm so excited I haven't seen you in such a long time and now I'm gonna see you everyday until Hawaii!"

I giggled at her excitement but I don't blame her I was just as excited about music competitions. "I hope I do well with you guys."

"Oh please! Miss M.J Kuri aka Miss Perfection worried about taking on a few teenagers besides you have me, Pan, Kenni, J.J, and Lynn to help you."

"Thanks for the help. What are you doing calling me, I thought you were in school?"

"It's my lunch break and I'm in the bathroom. There's now way Toei is getting me into detention again."

"Wow you must really hate your new principle."

"Yup. That man should rot in Hell, plain and simple. Anyway I have to go talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye."

I put the phone back on the cradle and ran up to my bedroom. I took off my oversized hooded sweatshirt and took of my sneakers only left in white skirt and red t-shirt. I went to the book shelf and took out my first novel, sat down on the sofa under my picture window, opened it up my dedication page and read:

I dedicate this book to:

the tormented of high school hallways

and their tormentors.

Thank you's to:

my father Kuririn for his kindness,

and my mother Juuhachi for her strength.

The Son family,

the Briefs family,

Yamucha, and Puar,

Master Roshi and Oolong,

and finally to my savior,

Son Goten.

Please review and leave a good reason as to why you like it or hate it. Sorry you guys I don't think I quite got everyone in character but this is only a first attempt and I hope to make an improvement and reviews will help with the aforementioned improvement. I have taken into account that dragonball does not have countries and states rather major districts and sectors but I put it that way because it works with the fic. By the way I'm not revealing the couples just yet for my own reasons and I hate it when authors take too much time too update and so do you so if I can't get a chapter out by a reasonable time I will make a cute little filler most likely an interview with a character from the fic with a teaser from the next chapter. I think that's all for now ::crosses self for luck:: hope you guys like it!