Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon Travelers ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

The Moon Travelers

Chapter Five

// I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where

We belong

So would you be my baby

Ooh-ooh //

I zipped down the road, ignoring the furious honking of my fellow drivers. So what if I was weaving through traffic? It was fun! I narrowly avoided slamming into the side of a red vehicle, chuckling as its driver screamed profanities. By the time I turned onto the road in front of the university, I had even learned a couple new words.

I roared to a stop into my private parking spot, the students who happened to be walking to their classes immediately rushing to admire the bike. Motorcycles weren't exactly allowed on school grounds, but oh well..

I grinned behind the helmet's visor as one of my students exclaimed loudly, "Damn! That is freaking cool!" One of his companions sighed and whacked him on the back of the head. Ignoring his yelp, she turned to me.

"Excuse me," she said cautiously, "but motorcycles aren't allowed on the premises." I shrugged in reply, and she got a look on her face that said she knew I'd regret my decision.

"Pardon me, but the girl is correct," a cold voice informed me, and I inwardly groaned. Not Gure. The professor glared at me with hard unyielding blue eyes that in no way shape or form reminded me of Trunks, and ran a hand, which was shaking with fury, through his graying dark blue hair. Gure was always one for the rules, except when he decided to break them. "Not only are motorcycles are disallowed on school grounds, but you are also parked in a private parking spot. I urge to you remove the motorbike immediately, and I'll attempt to convince the school council to lower your punishment. If you see fit to disobey my words, I can assure you that we will have the police escort you off the premises and we will press charges- " I sighed, and raised a hand to silence him. He ignored me, continuing in the same vein as the students behind his back pretended to gag. I couldn't help but grin, glad that my visor hid my expression. "Now, will you leave the grounds, or will I have to call security?" I opened my visor slightly so that only my mouth was visible, which was curved in an amused grin. Gure's longwinded speeches always entertain me. Especially when he used big words to sound smart.

"Well, Gure, I would leave, but I think I won't," I informed the professor. He scowled, hands on hips as one of the students behind him gave me a thumbs-up sign. No one I knew liked Gure. He always stated his own opinions in class, which was the only rule he ever broke. (Our college had the unusual rule of not being allowed to state our opinions. Apparently there had been a scandal between a teacher and a student several years before I had arrived, but I'm not certain of the details.) Gure didn't exactly help his reputation any either by being blatantly homophobic and a bigot.

"And why not?" In reply, I grinned the familiar Son grin and lifted the helmet off my head.

"Because how else I would teach class?" I replied cheerfully, savoring the look of shock on Gure's face. He and I weren't exactly the best of friends. It was well known of our enmity since I had been accepted as a professor here.

"S-Son."

"Gure." I acknowledged him with a nod. "I'd love to stay and chat.but I do have class to teach!" With that, I leapt off the bike and hooked the helmet onto my bike, whistling nonchalantly as I did so.

"I'm reporting you to the school council! You are breaking a rule that applies to both students and professors! You knew it was! I'm making sure that machine is going to be impounded." I scowled slightly at that.

"My car broke down, as always, Gure. You know what a piece of shit it is." The curse word flowed easily from my lips. God, I was going to enjoy this day. I had never cussed in front of any of my students, but I had a feeling that none of them really gave a damn about cursing. Dende knows they used enough of it themselves. "What was I supposed to do, walk to school?"

"Where did you get that machine?" His voice had raised a notch, and I raised an eyebrow in question, seriously wondering if he was going to ignore the laws of the university for once and punch me like I knew he had always wanted to.

"It's a friend's. If you didn't realize it, Gure, I actually have a life outside teaching. And it isn't a machine. /Her/ name is Seele and /she/ is a motorcycle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to lecture on Japanese mythology, as always." Leaving the older man red-faced and sputtering, I gestured towards a couple of my students and headed off to my classroom.

"Good afternoon, Professor Son," the class called out as I sat down at my desk, as I always did. This time, however, I didn't reply with my normal 'hello class, how was your day?' speech.

"Konnichiwa class! In case you didn't know, konnichiwa is Japanese for hello. How many of you speak or are learning Japanese?" Several hands rose, and I grinned. "Excellent! Now, does anyone care to explain why the Japanese culture is so important to the world nowadays?" A tentative hand was raised and I beamed at the foreign exchange student. "Go ahead, Curtis."

"Is it because the Japanese are one of the leading companies in the trade throughout the world?" I grinned, clapping loudly.

"That's a major part of the reason. Well done, Curtis!" The quiet Britt smiled faintly and sat back down as the student next to him gave him a cheerful thump to the shoulder and congratulated him. "Any other ideas? Angelo?" The thumper looked startled as Curtis smirked beside him.

"Er. Because Japan has such a rich history and everyone wants to learn about it?" I chuckled merrily, shaking my head.

"I don't think that was a main reason, but it sounds good to me. Of course, I'm slightly biased. At any rate, besides Curtis's reason, there is also the fact that Japan is the most major tourist country of the planet. Japanese sightseers can be found practically everywhere. England, France, Germany, Turkey, Austria, Switzerland, Argentina, America, etc. If we're so interested about your cultures, shouldn't you at least try to learn a little about our culture.?"

"Our?" I blinked, and then grinned sheepishly. Professors weren't supposed to be put their own opinions, experiences, or lives into their lectures, as I had mentioned. Part of the rule Gure loved to break.

"I apologize. If the Japanese are so interested about other cultures, shouldn't others try to at least learn about their culture?" Most of my class simply gawked at me. Before I had always lectured them about mythology, never having an actual discussion. Either that, or we discussed life, never legends. Truth be told, I was usually quite boring, although the students did enjoy my sense of humor occasionally and laid back style of giving homework. They especially enjoyed the fact that they never had to learn anything. I caught sight of Angelo staring at me, eyes narrowed. I stared back and when he didn't look away, I cleared my throat. "Do you have something to say, Angelo?"

"You got laid last night." His words were a statement, not a question. The brusqueness of the statement caught me off guard and I flushed heatedly before regaining my composure.

"That isn't to be discussed in class, Angelo," I said quickly, unsuccessfully trying to force my blood from my face, which I knew was bright crimson.

"You did!" Angelo crowed, dark brown eyes bright with glee. "Professor Son got laid!" My blush deepened, and some of the students laughed at my obvious embarrassment.

"Angelo!" The Italian grinned impishly, much like I had looked when I had smirked at Gure.

"What?" he asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"It's none of your business whether I have a sex life or not. Now, let's get on with class." But now the entire class was leaning forward, all looking like the sex-hungry youth they were.

"C'mon Professor! This is the best news we've heard all month!" I blinked at that, slightly confused.

"The best news, Aldo?" The Sicilian nodded rapidly.

"If /you/ can get laid, anyone can!" he declared as the entire class burst into laughter. I bolted upright from my chair, indignant.

"What do you mean by that?" I protested. "I'm not ugly! And I've been informed that I'm a very good kisser!" My pupils continued to snicker and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up. Every one of you!" After a few more minutes, the class settled down, broad grins still plastered across their faces. I sat on the top of my desk, and immediately wished I hadn't as the old ache came back. I leapt off the school desk instantly, turning crimson once more. Several students looked blank as my action, but I thought I saw Curtis's eyes widen briefly. Brushing it off as mere paranoia, I stood before the class.

"Anyway," I began, hands clasped behind my back, "as I was-"

"Did you really come to school on a bike?" Angelo blurted out, looking excited. I rolled my eyes once more.

"Yes. It belongs to a friend." I was very proud of myself as I managed not to redden this time.

"/The/ friend?" I inwardly cursed as the blush returned in full force. "Heh, I'll take that as a yes."

"Angelo, sit down and shut up!" I snapped, though my words held no true venom in them. The Italian smirked and sat down, lazily letting his head fall onto Curtis's shoulder. The Britt rolled his eyes but ignored him.

"Did you actually get into a fight with Gure?" someone questioned in the back. I smiled a slightly malicious smile. Okay, more than slightly.

"Yes. He didn't seem to like the idea of Seele. The motorcycle," I added the last sentence quickly as some of the pupils grinned evilly.

"Is it true you two hate each other?"

"Well," I said thoughtfully, deciding that since I had screwed most of the rules today anyway that I might as well break one more, "as many of you know, Gure is quite proud of that fact that he is sexist and homophobic." Several students nodded, and both Curtis and Angelo flinched, making me slightly curious about that. Clearing my throat, I continued. "I don't agree with his ideas and he greatly dislikes me for that, just as I dislike him for being a bigot and being afraid of homosexuals, who are all extremely nice people. I'm not certain if our mutual dislike is strong enough to be hate, but yes, we dislike each other." The pupil who had asked the question snorted.

"Yeah, you two hate each other..." I merely shrugged, knowing that all my words were bullshit and that I loathed the homophobic bastard.

"So, was she good in bed?" another student wanted to know, switching topics.

"She? Couldn't the professor have slept with a he?" Curtis wanted to know, making Angelo look up questioningly. I stared at the Englishman, my eyes round. Damn. Why did I have to have the quick-witted ones in my class?

"Well, I think it's time to get back to Japanese mythology," I informed the class quickly as they all groaned. "Now, let's see, we were talking about Benzaiten, the goddess of love." I trailed off, mentally groaning as Angelo snickered. Was Dende laughing at me up on Kami's Lookout? Probably.

".Well class, the bell's about to ring, so you all can head off," I declared, my legs extremely tired from exertion. Since I hadn't been able to sit down for obvious reasons, I had wandered around the room the entire period. That coupled with the ache had been the most exercise I had had in years. Cheering, the students quickly disappeared from the classroom. I sighed happily, going to my desk to grab a notebook. A trip to the grocery store, and I'd be able to be back at home with Trunks.

"Professor?" I silently groaned, turning to face the two remaining students.

"Yes Angelo? Curtis?" Curtis had the same smirk on from before, while Angelo merely fidgeted, looking self-conscious.

"You said one of the reasons you hated Gure was because he was homophobic," Curtis said softly. "And I got the picture that you were good friends with homosexuals."

"Yes, what of it?" I snapped, knowing that Trunks was waiting for me. And I wasn't sure how the university would react if they found about my sexuality.

"Well, we figured that if you're friends with some, you might know where to go for counseling," stated Angelo, equally quiet. He looked up at Curtis, and they shared a look before he continued. "You see, Curtis and I have been together for a couple of months and when we told our parents they didn't exactly react favorably." I blinked, not expecting that at all. After a moment of shock, I smiled kindly.

"I know where there are some counseling centers near here." I rifled through one of the drawers in my desk. "Some students about three years back had the same dilemma, and I helped them find a center. As far as I know, they're all happy and content with being gay." Angelo looked more like his old cheerful self as he grinned brightly.

"Thanks Professor! You're the best." I chuckled.

"Oh, not the best, Angelo."

"Well, you're the only one who calls us by our first names. That's cool. And you've got the easiest class-" The Italian was silenced as Curtis quickly elbowed him. I merely smiled.

"Easiest class, eh? And Tr-" I barely managed to catch myself in time, blushing until I knew even my ears were pink. Even if they would approve of my choice, I had a feeling Trunks wouldn't appreciate me telling about him to some of my students. "And my friend said that I left my students with mental scars."

"Oh, you do," Angelo joked as I felt Curtis's curious gaze boring into my head as I bent to pull the flyer out of my lowest drawer.

"Here you go. This lists all the centers near here. I'm afraid, however, that the nearest one is about twenty minutes away. I apologize for the inconvenience," I stated, offering them both a rueful smile.

"Hey, it's better than nothing. Thank you, Professor," declared Angelo, shrugging as he grabbed the leaflet and dragged Curtis from the room.

"Anytime!" I shook my head, chuckling quietly. That had been unexpected. Still laughing, I gathered my things and headed out to Seele.

I whizzed down the road, the ten bags of groceries tied tightly to the seat and pressing uncomfortably against my back. Gritting my teeth, I swore that next time I was using the car to get groceries, no matter what condition it was in. I was so busy grumbling that I didn't notice the animal in the road until it was almost too late.

Cursing, I swerved violently to the left, barely avoiding the damn beast. The motorcycle squealed and began to turn over, with me still on it. Desperately, I threw myself off the bike as it flipped. I hit the ground painfully, rolling and continuing to roll. My momentum was stopped only when I rolled off the road and into a tree. Yelping in pain, I laid still, wincing. Fuck. Groaning, I stood, swaying slightly as my back muscles complained loudly, even more so than my ass. Rubbing my lower back, I limped over to the overturned bike. Glaring at it, I was relieved to note that somehow the groceries had managed to stay intact. Still cursing, I remounted and took off for home. I was almost there, thank Dende; if I didn't see Trunks within five minutes, I was going to scream.

I had been driving for about three more minutes before the fact that I might have scratched Seele occurred to me. Cursing once more, I stopped and moved to check on the motorcycle.

"Aww.. Shit. Trunks is going to kill me.." I groaned, looking in horror at the scrape on the side. Rubbing the back of my neck, I cursed for a couple more minutes before glumly getting onto the bike and driving home at a much slower pace. I hoped Trunks wouldn't be too mad..

I was struggling to carry four grocery bags when Trunks waltzed from the house, clad in only jeans. Ooh, boy.. Just the sight of his bare chest was making me forget about my aching.

"Let me help you with that, Chibi," he chuckled, padding barefoot over to the motorcycle. He had just scooped two bags into his arms when he saw the scratch and dropped them. I heard the crack of a dozen egg shells as the bags hit the ground. "What.happened?" The look on his face was one of shock, and I knew mine was of misery.

"I crashed. There was a damn animal in the road, and I swerved.." I trailed off, sounding wretched even to my own ears.

"Shit." Trunks had fallen to his knees, his fingers tracing the long scratch. "Seele.." The look had shifted to one of anguish, his lips thin and white as he clenched his teeth. He really did love that bike. I didn't know why, but he did.

And I had desecrated it..

Unable to help myself, I burst into tears and fled into the house, still clutching the groceries. Dropping the bags onto the table, I moved to escape to my bedroom. I just needed to calm down, and being near Trunks and seeing his anguish over what I had done wouldn't soothe me one bit.

I was at my bedroom door when he caught up with me, grabbing my shoulder and twisting me around to face him. God, what déjà vu, only our places were reversed. I was the one crying, and he was the one smiling.

"Come on, Goten, stop crying. I can redo Seele's paint job."

"But I was the one who messed it up, I should pay for it," I protested, earning Trunks's raised eyebrow.

"Can you pay for it?"

"Well, no, but-" He shut me up with a kiss, gentle but firm.

"Don't worry about it, Chibi," he murmured, once he broke the kiss. "I'll fix her up. I probably have more money than you do."

"Well," I began in defense of my lack of wealth, "I had the entire lawn sculptured and all that-" Trunks kissed me again, this time pressing up against me to remind me that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Why don't we get the rest of the groceries?"

"You broke the eggs," I couldn't help but remind him, even as he grinned roguishly and dragged me down the hallway.

"Eh, I haven't had eggs for breakfast in years. Another week or so won't kill me."

I fixed a meal for us. A real meal.okay, I won't lie. It was a microwave dinner sort of thing. But I didn't burn it, and we ate it in the kitchen, Trunks occasionally plopping his feet in my lap just to watch my reaction.

"How was your day?" he asked as we ate. I grinned immediately, trying to ignore the fact that his left foot was rubbing against my thigh.

"Well, I got to piss a fellow teacher off because of Seele."

"And that's a good thing?"

"Definitely. One, he's an ass. Two, he's homophobic. Three, he's an ass. Four, he's sexist. Five, he's an ass. Six, he hates my guts. Did I mention he's an ass?"

Trunks chuckled and shook his head at me. "Why no, I don't believe you did. So he's homophobic, he's a sexist, and he hates you. My, he does sound marvelous." He cocked his head to the side and had an odd look on his face before he smiled once more and continued. "What else happened?"

"Well, I had two of my students ask me for fliers for a gay counseling center."

Trunks stared for a moment, and then threw back his head and laughed. Once he stopped laughing, he grinned at me. "Bet that hit home for you, didn't it, love?"

"Well, they're nice boys. And I think they know I'm gay. At least I think Curtis knows. I'm not so sure about Angelo. He isn't the brightest."

"Hey!" came the muffled protest, and Trunks and I both turned to see Angelo making a face in the kitchen window, Curtis right beside him looking more than slightly self-conscious.

(To be continued..)